I woke up before Mom the day after. It was Christmas Eve. It wasn’t snowing anymore but it was still overcast and thick layers of snow covered the ground. It must have snowed all night. I made myself some breakfast, most of which I ate while standing.
Mom had done a good job decorating the house. It looked like it always did on Christmas, decorated tastefully with mostly red, white and greens. A few decorative Santa Clauses and reindeers occupied their usual positions. It reminded me of all the previous Christmases in that house, all the way back to when my dad had still been alive.
I was still eating my sandwich from a plate, inspecting the pine tree when Mom walked in, wearing her bathrobe.
“Morning,” she mumbled.
“Good morning,” I replied.
Mom yawned and shambled over to the kitchen, sitting down on one of the stools in front of the free standing kitchen counter. I walked over and poured her some orange juice.
“Thanks honey,” Mom said, smiling at me.
“So… What’s the plan today? Everyone is coming over later right?” I asked.
“Well, I have to prepare some of the food,” she said and looked outside,” and I think someone needs to plow the driveway. We’ll need space for one more car on the side of the road as well.”
“I can do that. I’ll plow the shit out of that snow,” I answered, jokingly. Mom giggled at me.
“I’m so lucky I’ve got such a strong man here to help me,” Mom retorted with an overly dramatic sigh.
“And don’t you forget it,” I said, winking at her.
We both fell into a bout of laughter at our silliness. That was what I liked most about my relationship with Mom, that we could joke and tease each other like that.
“Oh, and could you check the mailbox? I’m not dressed to be outside yet,” Mom added.
“Sure thing.”
I finished my breakfast and cleaned up after myself, glad to have access to a dishwasher again after staying at my small apartment in the city. I threw on my jacket and braved the thick layer of snow to get to the mailbox.
Strangely, someone had stuffed snow into the mailbox and I had to dig to get to its contents. I dug out the rest of the snow, wishing I had brought gloves, and tried to shake off the worst of it from the bundle of mail. I walked back inside, irritated at the dumb prank.
“Here,” I said and handed Mom the slightly soggy mail. “Some kids must have stuffed the mailbox with snow.”
“Snow?”
“Yeah, it was full of it, and the mail was shoved into the middle of it.”
“Probably that old crone again,” Mom muttered.
“Margret? Are you guys still fighting?” Margret and her husband lived in the house next to ours. She was about Mom’s age and frankly not bad looking, though Mom was easily the prettier of the two of them.
“Only because she keeps fucking with me.” The subject always seemed to make Mom uncharacteristically angry.
“Right… well, I’ll get started with the plowing in a moment then,” I said, changing the subject.
I didn’t know exactly when or why their “feud” had begun, but it had dragged on for quite some time now. It would probably be better to avoid the subject.
I was going to leave but caught myself stopping to look at her cleavage instead while she was busy looking through the mail. Her robe was surprisingly loosely tied, revealing much of her impressive bosom. I tore my eyes away just as she noticed me standing there and looked up at me. I walked into my room before she could ask if I wanted anything.
I checked my phone, sorted through some of the clothes I was planning on wearing the next day and set my laptop on the desk before I decided it was time to get to work.
It was around noon when I walked outside, wearing stuffy winter clothes and fake leather gloves. I grabbed the snow shovel from the garage and set about shoveling snow. The driveway itself was fairly easy to get done, even though quite a bit of snow had fallen during the night. I brushed the worst of it off the roof and front of my car.
Next I had to clear out a parking spot for the third car that would be arriving. The driveway was fairly short and narrow. My mother’s car occupied the garage itself and the driveway probably couldn’t fit another car. Certainly not aunt Jen’s SUV. Unfortunately the side of the road was covered in mounds of snow, and it seemed that the snowplow had come by to add to that pile this morning. The result was a waist high pile of packed snow for me to move.
To make matters worse the sky had darkened since I came out. It snowed ever so lightly, but it looked like it might get worse. There was nothing I could do about the weather though and I began moving the pile one scoop at a time.
I paced myself, lifting only as much snow with each scoop as I could handle without tiring myself out too quickly. I kept up the pace though, and after only ten or so minutes I started feeling a faint burning sensation in my muscles. I slowed my pace and kept going, taking five minute breaks every now and then. I honestly didn’t mind the work. I did pretty much the same thing at the gym a few times a week after all.
By the time I was starting to see the end to my work the snowing had intensified. At the rate it was going I might have to come back out in the evening to finish the improvised parking space.
I finally finished and stepped back to admire my accomplishment. They would still have to move their car if anyone wanted to back out of the driveway, but I was confident there was more than enough space to park there comfortably and easily.
I felt how sweaty I had gotten once I stepped inside. I hung my clothes on the rack in the hall and shuffled into the kitchen, exhausted. Mom was preparing some the food for the next day.
“That took a while, huh?” she said, sounding sympathetic.
“Uh, yeah. It’s fine though, Mom. Happy to help.”
She was wearing a red apron, with a white sleeveless blouse underneath. The way the apron was tied around her waist and strained around her breasts only accentuated her sexy figure.
“Need any help?” I asked, watching her switch between preparing stuffing and making some sort of pie.
“No, I’ve got this,” she replied, turning from the food. “You’ve already done enough sweetie.”
She walked over and wrapped her arms around me, putting both her breasts and the rest of her body close up against me, in one of those barely appropriate hugs she was so fond of. Honestly, it was no wonder I’d developed an attraction to her. Mom breathed in deeply, making her tits push against me even harder and sending a twitch through my half hard cock.
“Mmm… You’ve really been working hard, haven’t you?” she asked in a deep, almost sultry, voice.
Her hand was tracing my arm and stroking my defined, but not really that big, muscles through the fabric. I wondered if she even thought about how inappropriate some people would find her behavior, her being my mother and all. That was just how she was though, and I didn’t complain.
“Um, yeah.” I lifted part of my sweater on the side she wasn’t leaning her head on and breathed in through my nose. “I really do smell, don’t I? I’ll go take that shower.”
“Don’t trouble yourself on my account. I think you smell wonderful like this,” Mom said, breathing in my scent once again, while rubbing her leg along mine.
“T-thanks,” I stuttered, feeling a full on boner coming.
Mom separated herself from me suddenly, and turned back to the food as if nothing had happened. I supposed that in her mind, nothinghad happened, even though I would have figured any other woman that acted like that around me was looking to get laid.
“Go shower off anyway, we have guests coming in tonight after all…” she said, still turned away from me, her voice sounding a bit odd.
“Right.”
“Oh, and Nick?” she asked.
“Yes?”
“Well, we have a lot of guests coming in tonight. I was thinking about sleeping arrangements, and it might be better if Jen and her son get your room. If that’s okay?”
“Um, sure. But where am I sleeping?”
“I was thinking I could bring a mattress into my room for you, but I don’t think we have enough with all the people coming. My bed is big enough for two people, so…” She turned to look at me. “If you don’t mind sleeping with your mother?”
I tried hard to ignore the other possible interpretation of that question. “Sure, of course I don’t mind,” I said, careful not to give away my excitement. It was only sleeping after all, but I was pretty sure she usually slept naked.
“Thanks, dear. I’ll make the bed for us while you shower,” she said, smiling softly.
I forced a few perverted thoughts out of my head before I headed over to the bathroom, taking my time enjoying the warm water of the shower. It always felt good to shower off after some physical exercise.
I wrapped myself in my towel, and after making sure I wouldn’t drip too much I made my way back to my room. I was only covered by the towel around my waist and the bundle of clothes in my hands as I passed through the kitchen. Mom turned around at my approach, getting a good look at my naked torso. I smiled nervously at her and picked up my pace as I walked by, feeling her eyes on me the entire way.
As soon as I closed my door I let out a relieved sigh. I put my clothes on the bed and started getting dressed. I picked out a shirt which I wore with the sleeves rolled up and gray dress pants. With and nice looking belt to go with it. My cock resisted as I tried to fit it comfortably below the fabric. That short moment of walking past Mom half naked had gotten me surprisingly excited. It was a good thing the wrapped towel had held up or she might have gotten more to look at than she’d bargained for.
When I felt confident the bulge in my pants had mostly disappeared I left my room, walking back to the kitchen once again. Mom was still there and it looked like she was pretty much done with the food.
She whistled as she saw me walk in. “Wow, you clean up nicely young man,” she complimented.
“Right?” I answered. On a whim I spun around, to give her the full view.
Rather than laugh, as I had expected, Mom let out an agreeing “Mmm…” and took her time inspecting me. I laughed it off and walked over to the living room, turning on the TV.
“Aren’t you going to change out of that apron soon, Mom?” I said loudly from the other room.
“I was going to take a shower right after I was done with this. You’d better not used up all the warm water!” she shouted back.