Since my parents' divorce, mom had changed a lot. She no longer was the melancholy and weary woman she had been during her unhappy marriage, but jovial and cheerful as a twenty-year-old. Her beauty, which had never been particularly striking to anyone, had increased and now she was one of those buxom fourty-year-olds that attract lots of men. Her night dates were more numerous now, too. While she was married she hardly ever went out, but things were very different now. She went out with two of her girlfriends, both separated, and they came back in the small hours Friday nights. I understood that a woman like her, with a reasonably pretty face, large breasts and butt and shapely legs, had certain needs that had to be met regularly, so it wasn't strange for me at all that at weekends she stayed out till dawn.

That particular night, during the banquet, mom talked and flirted with two young men in their thirties, both of them friends of my cousin. She was sitting with them two and with one of them's girlfriend and had some drinks. I looked at mom rather than at them, focusing on the way she crossed her legs and placed her small feet. Curiously enough, I didn't notice her dress, which was also worthy of attention. It was a black dress with a deep cleavage that let everybody know she was proud of her 38D boobs. It was clear that mom didn't want to go unnoticed that night.

When we got back home mom, who had not drunk too much and could drive, was silent. The look on her face didn't express any particular emotion, she just looked straight ahead at the road. The banquet had been held in Leganés, so we got to Madrid through the road to Andalusia and then drove all the way up to Atocha along Paseo de las Delicias. It was there, as we were waiting for a stoplights to change to green, that mom finally said something. ......(cont)