Arriving in Edipo

As they arrived in town, Ben noticed that quite a few of the couples walking around had a significant age difference. Oh not all of them, but enough that it was noticeable. And given the PDA, something this town seemed very comfortable with, there was no mistake that they were couples. He thought about remarking on it to his mother but decided not to. With Javier there it might have been awkward in any case. The way people were dressed did have his eyes popping out of their sockets. Mode of dress around the world had been a bit more relaxed when the free use zones started popping up but this…

None of it was exactly slutty, per se. But there was a lot more on display then Ben was used to. And especially on the more mature women, all of whom were exceptionally beautiful, the clinging dresses, the deep cleavage and the tight pants that could barely contain the sizable booties on display had a clear effect on the young man. His mother poked him in the side.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth sweetie. You’ll dehydrate,” she giggled. Ben blushed deeply, caught staring.

“Ah, and here we are,” Javier exclaimed as he parked his car next to a condo where a woman who, by the likeness, Ben guessed to be Javier’s mother was waiting. As they got out and Javier went to greet his mother, Ben was surprised for a moment when he kissed her on the lips before shaking his head.

“Local customs, I expect,” his mother said, following his gaze, smiling. “They seem very close”

Ben nodded, his hand finding his mother’s. He inhaled deeply of the fresh air after travelling for so long. First with the recycled air in the airplane, then the stuffy air in the car, it felt good to be outside. He felt a bit strange for a moment, the air not quite what he was used to. It must have read on his face as Javier laughed.

“Good air, huh? People always remark on it when they first get here. It’s a bit sweet, no?”

Ben nodded, looking at his mother who was similarly tasting the air.

“It’s because of the lake: Laguna de las Madres. There’s something in the soil there that gets in the water which then evaporates and gets in the air. Like you get salty air in towns next to the ocean. It’s very healthy, don’t worry. People living in this area live long healthy lives. Stimulates oxygen intake or something, Professor Thames said. She came here a few years ago for a research project but decided to move here permanently with her family.” Javier smiled. “It’s a very relaxing scent I’ve always thought. Stimulates love,” Javier gestured towards his mother.

“And this beautiful lady is my mother, Ana” And Ben had to agree, she was beautiful. Almost as beautiful as his own mother. ‘Wait, where did that thought come from?’

“Stop it Javi, you’re making me blush,” Ana said, giving her son a playful push before extending her hand.

“It’s very nice to meet you both! I definitely recommend spending a day at the lake, relaxing and swimming. You know, in between all the sightseeing in Madrid. And other activities” She winked. Both Ben and Isabella were confused at the last comment but Ana just kept on talking.

“Now I hear from Javi that the airline lost all of your luggage! I’m so sorry… this happens sometimes but it’s still terrible. I’ve put out some of mine and Javi’s clothes in the apartment that you can wear until you have new things.”

“Tomorrow, mom will show you to some of the clothing stores in town. I’m hopeless with picking out clothes but you’ll be in good hands with her”

Ana smiled at the compliment, walking ahead of them. Ben’s eyes were initially glued onto her ass before his mother poked him in the side again, rolling her eyes. “Really Ben, I know that you’re a raging ball of hormones, but her son is right there,” she whispered.

Javier didn’t seem to have noticed, his eyes seemingly focused downwards as well. ‘He’s looking at the floor right, not at his mother’s….’ Ben thought before snapping out of it. ‘Of course he’s not, you perv,’ he admonished himself.

“And here we are, apartment 2B.” Ana unlocked the door and let them all in. “There is a big living room here with a kitchen attached and a couch that folds out. Over there we have the bathroom and next to it a bedroom.”

‘A very large shower and a bath too?’ Ben thought.

“We usually rent this apartment to couples” Javier said, as if reading Ben’s mind. “So both the shower and bath have room for two.” he winked. “But for you and your mom that just means more space, right?”

“Ah… right…” Ben said as an image of him sharing a bathtub with his mother suddenly appeared in his mind, her breasts all soapy and… no, stop!

“And here we’ve got a washing machine and a dryer. You’re only here a week but you never know. I think that’s everything.” Javier finished.

“I put some of our clothes on top of the bed for you, so that after you’ve showered you can dress in something you haven’t traveled in all day. I’m running a load of laundry this evening any way, why don’t you bring your clothes with you this evening at dinner and I’ll clean yours as well.”

“Oh no, Ana we couldn’t…” Isabella began.

“Nonsense!” Ana said. “You are our guests! It’s not a bother, really.” Now, go get freshened up, rest a bit and then Javi will pick you up this evening. We’ll leave you to it.”

They all shook hands and Javier and his mother left.

“Do you want to shower first?” his mother asked.

“No, you go right ahead,” Isabella nodded and grabbed the clothes from the bed before entering the bathroom. Ben walked up to the balcony and sat down, looking at the town they were in.

Again he thought it was noticeable how many younger men his age were with older women. He doubted they were mothers and sons either, given the level of affection that was present. More than one couple had a hand on the other’s ass. He took another deep breath. The air really was special here, he mused. Sweet, but not overwhelmingly so. Almost like one of his mother’s perfumes. He felt at ease, calm. He supposed tiredness from the trip was part of it, but he almost felt like he could just drift away.

‘Not that strange I guess’ he mused, looking at an older woman on a bench across the street who had sat in her younger companion’s lap while they exchanged kisses and whispers.

‘Didn’t I read somewhere that a young man’s sex drive and an older women’s were about at the same level? He’d have the stamina and enthusiasm she needs while she has the experience and patience necessary to deal with a young man’s desires…’

He smiled as he inhaled the air. ‘It’s natural in a way’ he thought. ‘A cougar and her cub.’ He looked at the couple again, they seemed very happy as she straddled him while they kissed. ‘She’d take him by the hand, show him the pleasures of an experienced woman, teach him what he needed to know… no stress, just love… she’d encourage him to use these lessons on other girls as well. Yes, such young man would be very lucky indeed…’

An image arose unbidden in his mind of his own mother straddling him like that, showing him how she’d want to be touched, loved. Who better then… no… wait…’ he shook his head.

“I must really be **** for a girlfriend,” he thought ruefully. “I guess it’s natural for these thoughts to come, given how much time I’ve spent with mom since the divorce… still, should probably rub one out in the shower later. Don’t want to get a boner in front of my mom after all…”

“Honey?” His mother chose that moment to call out to him.

“Uh, oh, yeah mom?”

“I think Javier or his mom forgot to put the towels in the bathroom, could you check around and hand me one?”

“Sure, yeah, give me a moment” Ben shook his head and adjusted his pants before getting up and searching around, finding the towels in a closet in the hall of the apartment. “Found it!”

“Great sweetheart, could you bring it over?”

Ben turned around and was about to hand over the towel to his mother when he took in the sight. His mother was standing partially behind the door, dripping wet and naked. His eyes trailed her wet form from top to bottom, gulping as he saw how the drops of water were clinging to her skin. Her right leg and hip were visible on the side of the door, tantalizing the young man. He’d have thought that with all the porn he’d seen he wouldn’t be affected by the relatively small amount of naked flesh on display but all he heard was the sound of his own heart beating so hard it threatened to burst out of his chest.

“Honey… honey!” his mother said, louder as if she’d repeated it a few times already, snapping Ben out of his reverie.

“Oh… oh right… here…” he handed the towel to his mother, the brief touch of their fingers stirring feelings in him.

“Are you alright sweetheart?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m just… tired I think…” he said, faking a yawn and trying to turn in such a way that his erection which was threatening to tear a hole in his pants was not immediately visible to his mother.

“Well, if you’re sure… I’ll just dry off real quick, let you get in here and then I think you should take a nap. I don’t want you to fall over on me!”

“No… no that would be bad…”

He said, desperately trying to maintain eye contact and not look at her hip or leg again.

“Sweetheart?”

“Yes mom?”

“You can let go of the towel now.”

“Oh… right…”

Isabella shook her head after she closed the door. That boy could be such a scatterbrain. Good thing he had a mommy to look after him. Mother knows best after all, right? It’s a mother’s job to look after her son, make sure his needs are met. To keep him happy and healthy and fed. An image came through her mind suddenly of Ben nursing from her breasts, but as an adult. Isabella shook her mind. Where did that thought come from? She laughed as she dried herself off. ‘I doubt that’s the kind of meal he’d want me to prepare for him.’

“Now, let’s take a look at these clothes,” Isabella gasped as she unfolded the clothes Ana had prepared for her. “I can’t wear this…” she muttered. Not only did Ana neglect to give her a bra (perhaps she hadn’t had anything in her size?) The yellow dress was almost sheer, barely came over her knees and from the size would cling to her curves. The panties seemed equally scandalous, a thong with a flowery design. More lingerie that you’d show to a lover then something for a holiday with your son.

“I’m getting something sensible tomorrow,” Isabella muttered as she got dressed, unwilling to put her travel clothes back on, with the sweat and dirt of the day’s travel on it.

“Oh my…” she said, staring at her cleavage. Her nipples were covered, though the material of the dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. But a deep valley of her breasts was visible. Enough to drown in. It almost felt like a babydoll instead of regular clothing. She blushed. “I’m way too old for these kinds of clothes…”

And yet… why shouldn’t she dress like this? Show off a bit? “It’s not like I’m in bad shape…” she said to herself. She went to the gym regularly and from the stares of Ben’s friends she figured she was a, what was the term again? A ‘MILF’.

Like Ben she’d noticed a number of couples with an age difference. Perhaps that was just the culture here? Older men with younger women and… older women with younger men? Though it had mostly been the latter, she thought. In fact, she’d seen maybe one man over 50 during their drive through the town? But quite a number of young men with older women on their arms. And young men with young women too. A lot of couples in fact, strolling around and being affectionate with each other.

It made sense, she mused as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her own husband had been such a disappointment. But who had been there for her? Her own younger man, her Ben. Perhaps these women all just realized that you don’t find the perfect man, you find him at 19 or so and… mold him into the perfect man. They’d be eager to please, she imagined. They’d listen to her, just like Ben always listened to her.

Without noticing she’d been caressing her pussy over the new panties, imagining a younger lover. She could teach him how to be the perfect lover, not just for her but for others as well. A virile young man like that should have a harem, shouldn’t he? With her at the head of course, showing the younger girls just how to please her man. And under her tutelage slowly he’d be able to take charge more. As he grew in knowledge, in confidence it’d be natural to submit to him wouldn’t it?

At first she’d be the senior partner of course. But as time went on… she could take care of him, in every way. Be there for him when the flighty girls of his own age got bored. Satisfy him in a way other women could never do. He’d get bored too, of girls his age, but never of his own personal milf. Nobody loves you like a mother… and an image flashed through her mind of her, naked snuggled up to her son while a girl his age was kneeling, worshiping his cock while her hand was on the girls head, pushing it deeper while her son kissed her.

“Wow… where did that come from?” Isabella shook her head, suddenly noticing what her hand was doing. “I really need a new boyfriend…” she giggled. “I hope this dress isn’t too much for poor Ben, from the way he was looking at Ana I think he might be as frustrated as me.”

She left the bathroom and called out to her son. “It’s clear sweetheart, you can go in now. Get all cleaned up and then take a nap okay?”

“Yeah… sure mo….m….” he said, turning the corner, his mouth falling open as he saw his mother’s clothes. She pushed a bundle in his arms as well and pushed him into the bathroom, choosing not to address the way he was drinking her in.

“Go on, get in. These are yours.”

“R…right…”

Isabella closed the door as it seemed Ben was physically incapable of doing anything but staring at her. She giggled again. “I guess I look good in this huh?” Even if it was her son, that bulge in his pants was quite the compliment. Or perhaps it was a compliment because it was her son. Her own flesh and blood, that she made. Made for who if not for her…? It wasn’t that long ago that Isabella would have examined that last thought more thoroughly instead of letting it pass through her, a smile on her face as she stepped up to the living room kitchen.

“I think this is going to be a good holiday for us” she said happily.