Mom and the Fountain of Youth Pt. 01

Out of my five siblings, three brothers and two sisters, I was the only child who was not planned. Growing up my mother always called me her "happy little accident". Still, as I got older I started to feel a little guilty. My mom was 51-years-old when she had me. When she and dad were looking forward to finally had an empty nest and were looking forward to the relaxation of retirement, oops, I come along.

Regardless, I had a happy childhood growing up. I never got any grief from my classmates over the fact that my mom was as old as their parents, and that my brothers and sisters were old enough to be my aunts and uncles.

Now that I'm in college, mom finally has the empty nest that she waited far too long for. Unfortunately dad passed away last year, making it something of bitter irony. Perhaps that's why mom "suggested" that I come back home for the summer break. She told me it made fiscal sense so that I could save the money that I would have spent on rent, and use it to pay for next semester's tuition. But honestly, I think she was just lonely. She came from a large family and she made a large family. She's never been alone in her whole life.

Though I knew that I would miss out on some prime parties by going home, there is no way I would have been able to enjoy myself anyway if I thought about my mom sitting by herself alone and flipping through old family photo albums. So I caved and did so easily.

What can I say? I'm a mama's boy.

So on the day that this story started was sitting on my suitcase in front of the campus dorms. When I saw a powder blue minivan pull into the other end of the parking lot I took one last pull on my cigarette before pitching it over behind the bushes. Mom always disapproved of me smoking. The time that she caught me with a dime bag? Hoo-boy.

When she got closer I stood up and waved over toward the van. When she saw me her face lit up with a big smile and waved back with her left hand out of the driver's window. With her other hand, she gave two quick beeps on the steering wheel.

She pulled right up in front of me and got out of the car. When she got out of the car, I couldn't help but think about just how much she resembled my late grandmother, her mother. Her once strawberry blond hair had gone mostly gray and was pulled up into a sensible bun.

Everything about her just seemed to exude that kindly and warm grandmotherly aura. A bit overweight, but not outright obese, looking ready to bury a grandchild in hugs and kisses.

"Hey ma'. How was the drive?" I asked as I walked over to her and wrapped my arm around her and pulled her into a clumsy hug while pulling my suitcase behind me. It struck me then that either I've recently I've had a very late growth spurt, or that she's lost an inch or so in her age. I easily have a good foot and a half on her.

"Oh, it was okay. Are you all packed up?" she said returning my hug with her own, much fiercer hug. She buried her face in my chest. Her nose flared as she did so and she looked up at me with a look that said "I can smell the smoke on you. I'm disappointed, but I'm not going to say anything."

"Uh, yup. Yeah. All packed," I said. To emphasize this I picked up my suitcase and gave it a small shake.

She pressed a Porno 64 button on her key fob and the back of the van popped open with a chime. I stowed my stuff in the back, and we were soon on the road.

The drive between school and home is a good nine hours in the best of traffic. Nine hours that mom has already been on the road. So the plan was to drive back about halfway, before stopping for the night.

We decided last month that we would stop for the night at Leon's Family Campground and Waterpark, one of our favorite vacation spots from my childhood. We pulled into the campground just before dusk. I took care of setting up the tent while mom got the campfire going.

It was about ten at night after a dinner of hot dogs, potato salad, and splitting most of a 12-pack of coke between us that mom announced that she needed to go to the little girl's room. In this case being the public restroom and showers that were all the way on the other end of the campground.

She grabbed a flashlight and took off into the dark. It was then that things got... weird. After about 15 minute I started to wonder what was taking her so long. at about 30 minutes I started to get really worried. At about 40 minutes I was set on grabbing the Coleman lantern and going to look for her.

Just when I was getting ready to take off a young woman came stumbling out of the brush of the forest.

If I wasn't so freaked out about where mom was, I probably would have been a little more interested in a hot chick suddenly nearly falling into my lap. She was definitely a looker at that. Rich full strawberry-blond hair that hung loosely over her shoulders. Small and petite, but still with a big set of cans that looked amazing on her small frame.

That's when I noticed something really strange. This young woman, who looked like she would be a freshman at my college, was wearing the kind of clothes that just looked off on someone like her, not even taking into account that they looked baggy on her. The floral blouse and knitted wool jacket were familiar to me, but I knew somehow she should not be wearing it.

That's when it hit me, it was the same clothes that my mother was wearing.

I stood up and balled up my fists. "Who the fuck are you and why are you wearing my mother's clothes?" I asked the girl.

She visibly flinched back from me. "James, it's me. I'm your mom."

I scoffed, feeling my temper start to rise in my temples. Someone, or someones had to be pulling some kind of a prank on me and somehow using my mom.

"Yeah right. Last time I checked my mom wasn't younger than me," I said. The girl in front of me looked to be 18 or 19. Crazily I thought that maybe this was all an elaborate ruse for me to buy her some beer.

"James please," she said looking near tears. Were I not on the brink of red rage, I would have probably thought that it made her look really cute. "After I left the bathroom I got turned around on the way back and got lost in the woods. I slid down into some kind of a hot spring or something. When I climbed out I looked like this." She motioned down at herself.

"Okay fine. So if this was a cliche sci-fi movie I would go with the trope of asking you to tell me something that only you Konulu Porno would know," I said with obvious sarcasm.

She sniffed and said, "Well. You have a scar on your left butt cheek that looks like a crescent moon. You got it when a firecracker you were keeping in your back pocket went off, even though I told you not to keep them in your pockets. You should have known better after uncle Joe lost his..."

During this my eyes got wide and my jaw nearly smacked into my neck it dropped so hard.

"M-mom?" I asked tentatively.

"Yes it's me. What's happened to me?" she said nearly in tears again.

I walked over to her and wrapped both arms around her.

"You feel into some spring right? I, well, at first light I'll go looking for it and we'll- geez I don't know. You look so young."

She nodded miserably. "Yeah. I think I'm about 18. I got a tattoo for my 18th birthday just above my... well you don't need to know that. I got it removed about 10 years ago. It's back."

From then we discussed a little more about what we would do to try and figure out what happened to her, and exactly how we would fix it. But to be honest there were no good ideas. We were both too shocked and tired to really come up with anything.

I got up just past sunrise as I promised. She and I went stomping through the forest in search of the hot springs. After a few fruitless hours I asked around to some other campers to see if they know of such a thing, then the camp staff. No one had ever heard of such a thing. Soon we had to either pack up, or pay for another night. Not having any kind of leads, and needing the comforts of home we decided on the former option.

So I and my teenaged mother loaded our stuff into the powder blue minivan. I was getting ready to jump into the passenger side when mom shook her head and grabbed the handle to the door herself.

"Nope. You drive."

"Why?" I asked. She has never let me drive any of her vehicles.

"Because if we get pulled over and I have to give my license to some state patrol officer there is no way they are going to believe that I'm the 72-year-old woman in the picture."

"Fair point," I said. I hopped into the driver's seat, pushed it back to match my taller frame.

We were off and on our way back home. For most of the drive, the conversation was muted. Most of our normal banter about my classes or whether or not I've met a girl had been stomped down by the giant elephant in the room. There was really only one topic to discuss, but we didn't want to discuss it.

"Screw it," she said and turned around on her seat so she was kneeling on it. She leaned down in the space between my seat and her own. I could hear the sound of luggage being shifted around.

Briefly, the van fishtailed about in my shock of both my mom saying "screw it", a phrase I've never heard her use, and the fact that the side of my head was now getting smacked by the side of her hip as she searched for something.

"What are you looking for?" I asked her. As she was doing this I couldn't help but get a good look at her butt. She had ditched her clothes from last night and was now wearing a pair of sweat pants that we picked up at a Dollar Store, and one Porno İndir of my school t-shirts. With how her ass was nearly in my face I could easily see how the material was clinging to her ass.

Whatever happened to her was a hell of a weightloss routine. The plump older woman was now a petite teenage girl, but still with a nice round and firm peach of an ass.

From behind me, I could hear the sound of a zipper and she turned back around. In her hand, I could see my pack of smokes and my steel Zippo lighter that my grandfather had given me. Before I could apologize to her for having cigarettes she did something I would have never expected. She popped one between her lips and lit it with a flick of the zippo.

She took a long drag off of it and let out a smoke-laden breath in a sigh of contentment. "Oh yeah, that's better," she said and put a foot up on the dashboard in a carefree look of relaxation. She took another drag, and I could see with the practiced way that she held the smoke that she was in no way a novice smoker.

Despite this new revelation, I decided not to make the situation worse by pointing out the hypocrisy of her stance on me smoking. Considering what she's been through if she wants a smoke, she can have a smoke.

Her attention next turned to the radio and she gave it a scowl. Despite it being the only station that she ever listened to, a station that played light gospel music, she looked at it with a look of annoyance and boredom. She spun the dial with a free hand while taking another draw off her smoke with the other. Her face seemed to light up when she came across a classic music station that was playing some Ozzy. The woman who made me throw out my Iron Maiden CDs for being "degenerate" was now lightly head banging along to Crazy Train.

While she sat there puffing I would look over at her, stealing slight glances out of the side of my eye every half mile or so. These becoming longer and longer looks the longer it went on. I couldn't help but think just how nicely my school t-shirt fit on her. Very "nicely". Despite her losing a ton of weight, she had an amazing rack. My last girlfriend had some big tits, but the girl sitting beside me had to have a cup size up on her.

She made a scoffing sound and said, "Go ahead and ask."

"Ask what?"

"Come on man. Just ask so that you can get your eyes back on the road and you don't kill us both."

"Okay. Sure. Uh, so you got younger right? And you lost, uh..."

"Weight. I lost weight," she said and ran a hand down a now flat and trim belly.

"Yeah so you lost weight but your breasts got... bigger?"

I heard her snerk and she said, "Yeah my TITS got bigger. After having my second kid, Kevin, I started to have a lot of back pain. Getting old sucks man. So anyway I had a breast reduction. Man, was your dad sulky about that. Anyway, I guess that that weird-ass spring must have undone that as well."

I could see her pull up her shirt and reveal a tantalizing bit of underboob. One of her hands went up and squeezed one of those ripe melons. "Anyway, I think I'm going to have to go clothes shopping soon if this doesn't wear off. I don't have any bras that would fit me."

"Okay. I'll drop you off at the stores tomorrow. I think I'm going to go to the library and see if I can find any local legends or report that might shed some light on this," I said.

"Aw, and here I wanted to put on a fashion show for you," she said with a wink.

I said nothing else for the rest of the trip home.