Mom

"okay just a minute" Mike answered while opening the door

A middle aged woman was standing outside. She was wearing glossy long-sleeved blouse, pencil skirt, a pair of pantyhose and a pair of pumps. The scent of expensive perfume emanated from her.

"Hi, Mom" Mike greeted her mother. "I thought you wouldn't be home until tomorrow". He remembered that her mother called yesterday, saying that she was doing overnight at the office.

"I was getting some documents and other stuff. I'm about to return to office again. Well, after I've finished.... uh, a certain, pressing matter." Said her mother.

Mike stared at her mother. She was in her early forties, but looked a few years younger. She had curvaceous body, with plump chest and perky behind. Her business attire wasn't too figure hugging, but still did a good job in showing her curves.

Mike somehow got really aroused despite the lady in front of her being his own mother who gave birth to him. He didn't even notice the tightness in his shorts.

Then he noticed that her brown hair looked like it was pulled into a bun immediately after she woke up from sleep and her blouse and skirt were slightly crumpled. He remembered that they were the same clothes she wore yesterday morning before she went to work. He noticed a faint hint of unwashed, sweaty, musky odor of a mature woman, hidden behind fragrant perfume. She must have been forgoing shower and clean clothes at the office.

And it made his undergarment even tighter. He kept his immodest gaze at her mother's body.

"Mikey?" She suddenly uttered, making Mike snap from his lewd trance. "are you okay? You look a bit red"

"I...I'm okay mom...uhh..." Mike stuttered after realizing that he was lusting after his own mother.

"Alright then. Well, Mikey, I really need to sh.... I've been holding it since yesterday. May I, you know...." She said while having an awkward smile and gesturing towards the toilet.

Mike realized he was still standing in the way.