Guardian

Hello! So this was originally a story split up into five different chapters. I had four chapters uploaded, and a fifth in progress of writing when I had to go scorched earth due to personal reasons. As most of the chapters were not particularly long, I’ve just amalgamated them into two large chapters, and this time, it’s finished.

I hadn’t finished writing the fifth chapter, though thankfully, I remembered how I wanted to finish the story, so I can only hope you enjoy this all the way to the conclusion. I have no idea how long this story will be on this site regarding pages, but on Microsoft Word, it was 82 pages and over 43000 words, before splitting it into at least two parts, so I can only assume there’s going to be quite a few!

All characters and acts of a sexual nature occur with characters 18+.

Hope you enjoy it. Feedback / comments appreciated as always.

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Chapter 1.1

They were arguing again. They always seemed to argue nowadays whenever he was home. And, unfortunately, I got used to it growing up. It wasn’t every night, as he travelled a lot for work, but I learned at an early age that dad had a temper. Or he was just an arsehole. While I was on the receiving end sometimes, it was nothing compared to my poor mother.

I guess I need to give the pair of them some context. My father is 44 years old, about 6’2 but isn’t what I would call intimidating as he was tall but lean. But to my mother, who is a foot shorter, he would be intimidating through height alone. Mum had just recently turned 40 years old and made a bantamweight boxer look like a heavyweight. She wasn’t scrawny or too thin, but even I towered over her though I was only 5’10 myself. I didn’t inherit my fathers’ height, but years of rugby had certainly broadened me. Not that anyone would dare call me ‘stocky’ to my face.

I took up rugby for a specific purpose. To not be intimidated by larger or bigger men. When you’re one of the smallest players on the pitch, with guys who are 6’4 and built like a brick shithouse running at you at full pace, you can only do one thing. Meet them with equal force. Sure, I came off the field bleeding numerous times, had a concussion or two, but I’d proven myself over the years. My teammates loved me because I never backed down, always the first to get into the ruck and maul, and never afraid to trade blows with someone who towered over me.

So years of rugby had definitely toughened me up. I was now 20 years old and worked as a mechanic. I loved getting my hands dirty, pulling apart engines, learning how machines worked. Not that my father encouraged me. It all came from my mother. She was the one who constantly showed me support through school, always encouraging me to try and do new things. She was the one who always drove me to rugby training during the week, and to games on a Saturday, standing on the sideline through bitterly cold winters, always cheering me on. She was the one who helped me with homework and my studies, and was the drive for my own self-improvement.

I love my mum.

But I was always left the feeling my father resented me. I think he may have been jealous of the attention my mother gave me. I think he was just a jealous and petty man, understanding from an early age that he wanted little to do with me, barely acknowledging my presence at times. No matter what, my mother raised me right in how to act and be a man.

However, all through my childhood years of living in that household, they constantly bickered. I had no idea if that was what other married couples did, but the older I got, the worse the relationship between my father and mother. I asked friends, and they suggested they were staying together until I was 18. Well, it was two years past and they were still together. And they still fought.

Once I hit 18, I thought I should start involving myself. I never saw my father raise a hand in anger, but I’ve walked into the room more than once to find him stooped over my mother, a finger in her face, as he accused her of all manner of things. She’d returned to work once I hit high school and he was adamant she was having an affair with someone. All this despite the fact she only worked part-time, was still at home when he left for work and was usually home by the time I’d finished school.

I often wanted to approach mum and ask her why she didn’t leave him. But it wasn’t my place. I’d walked into the kitchen to see her in tears more times than I cared to remember. The only thing I could do was give her a hug each time. She appreciated the gesture. Once or twice, maybe more, definitely more, she’d knocked on my door and crawled into bed with me, simply looking to get away from the man she was supposed to love. And all because he was either jealous or… I’m not entirely sure…

Well, if I was to give him a modicum of understanding, there is the reason of my fathers’ supposed jealousy. My mother is gorgeous. Brunette hair without a streak of grey. Ocean blue eyes that even I can’t help admit add to her beauty. A cute little nose and full lips that any man would want to kiss. She looked after herself with exercise and yoga, with small B-cup breasts and a tight little arse… Shit, this is my mother I’m talking about, but I’m sure you’ve now gathered that even her own son sees her as an attractive woman.

I sat back in my chair as I heard the shouting increase. Mum gave as good as she got some nights, but more often than not, the longer time went on, the fight was going out of her. How she didn’t show the stress of the situation, particularly on her face, boggled my mind. Still as youthful as ever, I always told her, which just made her smile and that nearly melted my heart, knowing what she went through. He was accusing her of wasting money tonight. Un-fucking-likely, considering he controlled nearly all the money that came into the household from the pair of them.

I’ll be honest, there were only two reasons I still lived at home. One, trying to live by myself as a single man was next to impossible on my wage, and most of my friends were living with their own girlfriends. Two, I was terrified of leaving my mother alone with him. I didn’t think their relationship would suddenly improve once I was out of the picture. I was very rarely the topic of arguments nowadays. He pretty much ignored my existence entirely, which suited us both fine.

His voice continued to rise and I sighed, feeling frustration bubble up inside. “That’s enough,” I said quietly to myself. I’d interrupted before and it never ended well. Usually I’d end up arguing with him, but at least that took some of the pressure off Mum. I got to my feet and strode down the hallway. Dad was on his feet, leering over my mother, who was sat timidly on the couch, as he continued to heckle her. I simply strode towards him and moved myself between him and her. He looked stunned by my appearance.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he demanded.

“You’re going to stop yelling at her,” I stated calmly, feeling anything but inside.

His jaw actually dropped, stunned further that I’d had enough. Then his eyes narrowed. “Who the fuck do you think you are to tell me what to do in my own home?”

He may have had a good couple of inches on me in height but I was broader. The day where we would come to blows was approaching. It wouldn’t be tonight. I didn’t particularly want to give him the pleasure of a fight. But I also didn’t know what I’d do to him once I did actually hit him. Years of anger and frustration were building up inside.

“I’m your son, if that means anything to you. And the woman you’re yelling at behind me is your wife and my mother. And I’m tired of hearing you yell at her. Give it a rest.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

I stepped forward until I was barely inches from his face. “Oh, trust me, I know you want me to take a swing, give you an excuse to kick me out. I won’t give you that much satisfaction. But I warn you. One day I won’t need your so-called hospitality, and then it’s going to be on like Donkey Kong.”

“Mark, don’t,” Mum said quietly behind me.

“Shut up,” my father yelled.

I lifted a warning finger to his face. He grabbed it and attempted to bend it back. I simply laughed in his face. My strength exceeded his. I noticed his other hand ball into a fist. “Go on, tough guy. Take a swing. Do it. Because, I tell you what, that will be the only swing you’ll ever take at me,” I warned.

He let go of my finger. “I suggest you fuck off now.”

I held back the ‘Or what?’ Instead, I gestured behind me. “Mum, get to your feet. We’re going out.”

“She’s not going anywhere,” my father stated.

“You don’t get to decide.” I didn’t move my eyes from him. “Mum, do you want to go with me?”

“Yes,” she said quietly.

I resisted smiling at him. Instead, I shuffled forward and he actually stepped back, allowing enough space for Mum to get to her feet. “Grab your coat and purse. We’ll find somewhere to wait until he’s gone to sleep.” I heard Mum leave the room before saying anything else. “I suggest you calm yourself down by the time we return.”

“Or what?”

“I’m tired of listening you do nothing but berate her. You’ve done nothing but bully her for years. I’ve listened and I’ve even intervened. But, you know what, no more. I should have done something ages ago. It stops right now.”

He smirked. “Afraid of me, were you?”

Now I laughed in his face. “Not fucking likely. But I know you. I know you very well. As I said, as soon as I raise a hand, I’m gone. But, you know what? The price may just be worth it.”

Now he stepped forward, trying to reassert authority. “You wouldn’t dare?”

I motioned to headbutt him and he flinched. I laughed again as he balled both fists and his eyes narrowed. “Try it, tough guy. Just try it,” I suggested, hoping he’d do it, “Just remember, though. I’m not your wife. I hesitate to think of myself as your son. But I am now an adult and won’t listen to the shit you put her through any longer.”

“I’m ready,” Mum said quietly. My heart broke at how timid she sounded.

Without looking away from him, I stepped backwards until I could sense her presence next to me, before I put a hand on her back and escorting her outside. Because I still lived at home, I’d been able to afford to buy a very nice car. I opened the door for Mum, who smiled at me as she got in, before I got behind the wheel, started the car and drove away.

I’d barely driven for two minutes before Mum told me to stop the car. Once I did, she simply leaned over and hugged me. She didn’t say a word, simply hugging me tightly for at least a couple of minutes before letting me go, gently stroking my cheek as her eyes glistened with tears, before she settled back into her seat.

I didn’t have a clue of where to go, the idea to get out of the house being spur of the moment, so it was Mum who suggested we simply grab a coffee. I drove us to the nearest mall and, after parking up, we headed inside to find the place still full of shoppers. We avoided the chains and found an independent shop down on one of the lower levels.

Mum took a seat as I bought us a pair of coffees, sitting across from each other. I noticed her hands were shaking as she stirred in some sugar, so I just grabbed her hands and rubbed my thumbs softly over them. She looked me in the eyes then burst into tears. I moved my chair around and simply wrapped an arm around her.

“Sorry,” she mumbled.

I simply shushed her. I took a deep breath and finally suggested, if not told her what to do. “Leave him.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” She said nothing for a few seconds so I prodded her. “Why, Mum?”

“I think he’d try and kill me,” she admitted, then shook her head, “Okay, maybe I’m being dramatic. But what can I do? He’ll just make my life a living hell and I have nowhere to go.”

“Over my dead body. The man’s a coward, Mum. A bully. But you’re right about one thing. He’s done nothing but make your life hell for years. I’m still not sure why you never left him.”

“As long as I had you, I could see it through. I gave my vows to the man. I just… can’t bring myself to break them. Somewhere within him is still the man I married.”

“How many more nights of this? It’s been getting worse for years but it’s definitely been bad lately.”

“It’s not that bad.” I scoffed and she looked away, probably knowing I was right. “He’s always provided for you and me. He’s… not always been the most affectionate…” I scoffed again, “But he’s always provided for his family.”

Her hands had stopped shaking enough so she took a sip of her coffee. I moved my chair and had a sip of mine. “No more, Mum. And I mean it. I won’t listen to him belittle you anymore. If I have to be the target, then so be it.”

She shook her head. “No. Don’t get involved. You’ll only make things worse.”

“Worse than they are now? How much worse do things need to get?”

“Just… promise me you won’t get involved… At least not too much. Please, Mark. Promise me you won’t do anything stupid.” I loved my mother. I’d do anything for her. And I hated it when she pleaded with me like this, because she knew I’d give in and agree. I couldn’t help sigh and shake my head as she grabbed my hand and squeezed. I met her eyes and they still glistened. “Please,” she pleaded quietly.

“Okay.”

We finished our coffee in near silence, Mum asking a question or two about work but saying little else. I simply went over things in my head. I had savings that I could use to get us out. I could easily afford something like a loan. There were options, but it was simply convincing Mum about leaving. And I’m not sure how much convincing it would take.

I checked my phone and, seeing the time, I suggested it would be okay to go home. The lights were off once I parked up, suggesting the old man had pissed off to bed. Once inside, I headed straight to my bedroom as mum headed to the kitchen. Having calmed down enough, I had a quick shower and was getting ready for bed when I heard a quiet knock at the door. I opened it to see Mum standing there in her pyjamas. She didn’t even have to ask as I stepped to the side and allowed her in. It happened so often nowadays it was almost a ritual.

The next morning was slightly awkward upon waking up, my right hand looped over Mum and I’d grabbed her breast without realising it. What made matters worse was the fact I had the usual morning wood and was definitely poking her with it. I made to move my hand away, and my body, but Mum actually grabbed my hand.

“It’s okay, don’t worry about it.”

“But…”

“It’s fine. Scoot your body closer.”

“But…”

She laughed. “So you have an erection? All young men wake up with one. Whether their mother is in their bed or not.”

“Well, yeah, but…”

Since I wouldn’t move, Mum shuffled over until her butt was nestled against me once again. Then she placed my right hand on her breast again. “There. Nothing to be concerned about. Now, are you going back to sleep or what?”

Figuring I couldn’t do anything else, I simply snuggled back into her.

“Thank you for last night,” she eventually whispered.

“No problem.”

The chances of me going back to sleep were slim. As I said, I’ve always thought my mother was attractive, and although I’d had the thoughts many young men may have about their mothers, particularly if they were young, I generally paid them no mind. Just fantasies, nothing more. But, that morning, with her pressed up against me, my erection resting against her, I had numerous other thoughts that, I’ll admit, would have shocked her. I eventually shook my head of them and tried to think of anything else.

It didn’t work.

So I lay there with Mum until she was ready to get up. She eventually turned around and looked me in the eyes. Then she smiled and kissed my cheek. “Think it’s time you got up for work.”

“Shit, I thought it was Saturday.” I looked at my phone but thankfully it wasn’t too late. “Fuck, I’d better grab a shower.”

Wearing only boxer shorts, I leapt out of bed, forgetting I still had an erection, walking around the bed.

“Mark?”

I looked at Mum, who looked me up and down. I noticed she then blushed. “What is it?” I wondered.

“Nothing. Go have your shower.”

While showering, I willed my erection to go away but for some reason it wouldn’t. So I figured I needed to jerk off. I used my overactive imagination but, for once, it didn’t seem to work. Then images of Mum appeared in my mind, nothing terribly sexual, but for whatever reason, that seemed to work. I came like thunder. What the fuck was all that about? I don’t really want to fuck my mother despite the fact I think she’s beautiful. Well, maybe not. Shit, I don’t know. I’ve thought about it plenty. Hard not to considering how beautiful she is. Why doesn’t Dad see it?

Dad had already gone to work so Mum simply made me some toast and coffee, a plate and mug already in place by the time I appeared. The food barely touched the sides before I sculled the coffee, feeling it necessary to rush considering I was running late. Just as I was about to head out the door, Mum stopped me and pulled me in for a hug. Not unusual, but she held onto me for just that little bit longer.

“Thanks again, Mark,” she said quietly.

“No worries, Mum. I have your back, no matter what.”

She grabbed my head and dragged me down, kissing my cheek. “Have a nice day,” she stated cheerfully, before she turned me around and smacked my bottom as I walked out the door. I just shook my head as I walked to my car but was glad to see Mum was in a much better mood. Long may that continue.

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Chapter 1.2

Life continued as normal after that night. By normal, I mean the arguments continued, growing ever more one-sided. So, any time I heard an argument start, I let it go for perhaps five or ten minutes before I walked into the room, daring my father to do something. I’d collect Mum and we’d head out. Sometimes we’d go for coffee. Sometimes we’d grab a little food. Sometimes I’d drive us around until we simply stopped, perhaps talking though sometimes we’d just sit in contented silence.

Every time we’d return home, I’d have my nightly shower and head to bed. I’d nearly always receive a knock on the door. Mum would usually wear her pyjamas but it soon turned into a nightie, showing off her legs and arms. As I’ve said, Mum keeps herself fit and it took a lot of self-control to not see her as anything other than my mother.

What didn’t help was the fact I was single. I had one or two steady girlfriends before, but I hated bringing them back to my place because of the arguments. Eventually we broke up as they were convinced I simply didn’t want to introduce them to my parents and therefore wasn’t that serious, despite my explanations of what my home life was like.

So, considering my mother was the only female companionship I had, it wasn’t long before my body started to react to her presence, particularly once she started to wear her nighties and I could feel her skin underneath my palm, as we no longer slept on separate sides. Mum had no problem snuggling into me. What made it even more awkward was I would generally already have an erection by the time I got into bed.

What would stun me is that Mum would make little mention of it when she snuggled into me. And, trust me, I know she would have felt it, either pressing against her back or against her arse. Once or twice in the morning, I’d take a peek and check out her legs, while she continued to hold my hand against one of her breasts each time, which didn’t help the whole erection thing. At other times, she’d purposely wriggle her arse against me and I swear she was doing it on purpose.

One morning she turned around as I was already awake. “Mark, can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Do you find your mother attractive?”

I didn’t really want to answer that question. I’m sure she already knew, so why she needed that verbalised… “Yeah, sure,” I repeated, probably not sounding terribly convincing one way or the other.

“What about my breasts?” she asked, squeezing them together. My eyes immediately lowered towards them, “What do you think about them?”

“Why are you asking?”

“I just want to know if a man would still find me attractive. I can’t remember the last time your father touched me.”

“Seriously?” She nodded. “Mum, this is going to sound… weird, but if you were my partner, you would definitely not remain untouched.”

She dazzled me with a smile and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, sweetie. That’s just what I wanted to hear.” Then she kicked off the blankets. “Now, what about my legs?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “They’re great too, Mum. Trust me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you whatsoever. You’re beautiful.”

“Is that why you always have an erection by the time I get in this bed?”

“Um…”

“Do you have any idea how long it’s been since I felt desirable?” she asked quietly, shuffling closer towards me, wrapping an arm around me, her face incredibly close to mine.

I swallowed hard. “No idea,” I whispered.

“You look at me differently now.” She was right. It was hard not to. “Do you find me desirable, Mark?”

“Sometimes,” I answered honestly, “I know you’re my mother but, well, the imagination can sometimes run away. Doesn’t help that I’m single. Doesn’t help that… well… you’re usually in my bed nowadays. I’m not complaining. I like the company,” I added with a smile, “But… Well, despite the fact I’m your son, I’m just a man. And you’re a woman… so…” I trailed off.

She moved her face even closer to mine and pulled me closer so my erection pressed into her stomach. “I like sleeping with you, Mark. I prefer sleeping with my son than husband. How fucked up is that?”

“Not particularly surprising though considering he’s proven to be one mega twat.”

“And the thought you have an erection waiting for me when I get in bed, and when I wake up… excites me far more than it should.”

Her lips were now so close to mine I didn’t know if she wanted to kiss me or not. Part of me wanted to kiss her and do so much more. The other part saw her as my mother, the woman who raised and nurtured me, the woman who kissed my boo-boos as a child and provided me love and protection as I grew up.

Then my alarm went off. I’ll admit I breathed a slight sight of relief as that seemed to break the spell. Mum blinked and smiled at me before she kissed my cheek. “I’ll make you some breakfast. You scoot and have a shower.”

I masturbated furiously in the shower, only thoughts of my mother crossing my mind.

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Chapter 1.3

They were arguing again. This time it was about her cheating. And, this time, I knew it was all my fault. I could hear his arguments. You’ve changed. You’re acting differently. Smiling all the time. Who is he? Who are you fucking now? Then he called her a whore, and I had to count to ten to stop myself walking out and smacking him.

Before I even got to five, I heard a slap. A scream. And Mum yell my name.

I was out in the living room so fast, it would have made your head spin. I saw him standing over her, fists balled. Mum was on the floor, holding her face where he’d obviously slapped her. Without thinking, I strode forward, grabbed him by the shoulder to spin him around, and figured out where to hit him. Stomach or face? I chose stomach, connecting with such force he almost threw up as he fell to his knees.

“You fucking bastard,” he croaked, trying to straighten himself up.

“Fuck you, arsehole. You dare call her that? You dare touch her in such a manner?”

“Get the fuck out,” he exclaimed, doing his best to stand up, “And don’t come back.”

“Not going to happen. You do that, we press charges for domestic violence.”

Mum held up a hand. “Wait…”

“No, Mum. It was always going to come to this. I should have done something sooner.”

“Do that, I charge you with assault,” my father retorted.

“Self-defence, dipshit.”

He glared at me, taking deep breaths. I didn’t move my eyes from him. “Mum, get to your feet, go into your bedroom, grab a couple of things. We’re leaving for the night.”

“You leave tonight, you don’t come back, bitch.”

Before he could move out of the away, I grabbed him around the throat and forced him back towards the wall. “You call her anything like that again and I will hurt you in more ways than you can imagine,” I warned, tightening my grip.

I then felt a hand on my shoulder. “Mark, it’s okay. I’ll get my things and we’ll just go,” Mum said quietly, “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

I loosened my grip only slightly and nodded. “Grab your things, then grab my keys and get in the car. Beep the horn once you’re in. I’ll come down then.”

I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I continued to hold the pathetic excuse for a man in front of me by the throat. The hatred he had in his eyes in return spoke volumes. I just smirked. “I know you’ve always despised me for whatever reason. Trust me, those feelings are now returned ten-fold. You’re fucking pathetic.”

Then he spat in my face. I clocked him so hard across the jaw with my other hand, he went down immediately. “Shit,” I muttered, immediately checking he wasn’t dead. I’d read enough to know a single punch can leave people in a bad way. He was still breathing and appeared to be coming around immediately. Worried about leaving a scene, I walked into the kitchen, filled a glass of water and returned, throwing it in his face. I breathed a sigh of relief that he woke up.

“That’s assault,” he groaned.

I was ready to kick him, though I had been told to never kick a man when he was down. It was very tempting. Thankfully, Mum stopped me from doing anything stupid as I heard the horn beep. I crouched down over him. “We will be back tomorrow and, trust me, we won’t be around much longer. You ever, ever, touch her again, I promise you, it won’t end prettily.”

“Fuck you,” he croaked.

I turned and walked out the door, getting in the car, put it into gear and stamped on the accelerator. I drove for a couple of minutes before I slammed on the brakes. Mum looked at me, concern all over her face, as I opened the door and got out. Adrenaline was still flooding my veins. I’ll admit I was even feeling a little hard at finally, finally, having done what I’d wanted to do for ages. I paced back and forth for a few moments, trying to calm myself down, before I was stopped by Mum. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them, before running her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, before she pulled me close.

Then she kissed me. And I don’t mean a motherly kiss. It was brief but it still left me slightly shocked. “Thank you,” she said once she met my eyes.

“What… What was that for?”

“For being there for me. For being more of a man than my husband.”

“That’s it, Mum, I’ve had enough of this. We’re moving out. I’ll start looking tomorrow.” Even in the darkness, I could see her smile. “I have some savings. I’m sure we can get something.” I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, taking another, then a third and fourth before I finally felt my heart beat calm. “I’m not a violent person. You know that, right? But he… he’s just…”

“He brings out the worst in you.”

I gently cupped her cheek. “But I’m nothing like him. And you know I would never hurt you.”

She just hugged me tightly. “I know you wouldn’t.”

“We should find a place to stay.”

I opened my phone and found an application that would suggest hotels in the area. I found one close by that wasn’t too expensive, but wouldn’t be a horrible, dirty place either. But, of course, there were no twin rooms available, only doubles. Mum didn’t mind, suggesting that she slept in my bed often enough that it didn’t bother her. I reserved it online and paid, though it was only going to be a half hour drive at most.

We checked in upon arrival and headed up by elevator to the room. It was your standard room. A double bed. Small tables beside the bed. A TV attached to the wall. A mirror and table against the same wall. A small bathroom with bathtub, attached shower, toilet and basin. Mum placed her small bag on the bed and looked at me.

“Where are your things?”

“I didn’t get anything. It’ll be fine. I’ll just have a shower and… figure things out.”

“Want to grab a drink in the bar downstairs first?”

Despite everything that had just happened, I couldn’t help smile. “That sounds like a great idea actually.”

I checked her face as we walked along and there was still a mark, though it was already fading. Mum raised a hand and gently rubbed it. “Does it look bad?”

“No,” I stated, and kissed it without thinking, “Is that better?”

She turned towards me and kissed me gently on the lips instead. “No, that’s better though.”

I probably looked shocked, as she just smiled. I bought us drinks downstairs, beer for me, wine for her, finding a booth to sit in. Mum sat down first and she suggested I should sit next to her. Thinking nothing of it, I sat next to her and Mum shuffled across to me, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her.

“Now I feel safe,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry. I should have done something before.”

“I never thought he’d actually do it. I always thought he was threats and what I hesitate to call bravado. Should have seen it coming though. He was right about one thing.”

“He was?”

“I have changed recently.” She looked up at me, her eyes shining in the low light. “Because of you.”

“What have I done?”

I noticed her blush. “You make me feel like a woman. Desired. Wanted. Definitely more than just… you mother…”

“I do?” I sounded confused, but I guess I also knew exactly what she meant.

She giggled. She actually giggled. I hadn’t heard her giggle in… I can’t remember. Then she kissed me, and it wasn’t a motherly kiss once again. Without thinking, I found myself responding, and soon her tongue was in my mouth and I answered that. My mind was ringing, telling me to stop. But I ignored that, listening to my body. I pulled her closer to me and ran my other hand up her side and was soon cupping her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze and she actually moaned in my mouth. Just that sound excited me so much I thought my cock was going to burst out of my jeans.

Then we broke apart as I think we both realised what we were doing. I know we probably by grinned like a pair of fools as we drank our drinks in silence for a few minutes. I’ll be honest, I had no real idea what the hell I was doing. Mum’s mind was probably all over the place and the last thing she probably needed was me giving mixed signals. Or any signals, for that matter. She’s my mother, I shouldn’t be… finding her desirable. Definitely shouldn’t be making out with her.

And liking it.

Finishing our drinks, we headed back to our room. I took a shower first and wondered what I should do as I had no clean underwear. I waited until Mum disappeared into the bathroom. I figured if I got under the covers without any clothes on, she wouldn’t notice. Or that was the hope.

She reappeared once her shower was done and what she was wearing made my cock incredibly hard. And made me think Why is she only wearing those? Mum said absolutely nothing as she turned off the main light, leaving only the two sidelights, and slipped under the covers next to me. She turned towards me when she did.

“Give your mother a hug,” she said quietly.

It was a bad idea. It was a very bad idea, considering I had an enormous erection and I wanted nothing more than to jerk off at that very moment. I tried to give her an awkward hug, keeping my body away from her.

“That’s not a hug,” she stated.

She dragged me closer and I know she would have definitely felt my cock press into her. I felt her own skin touch mine considering she wore only a bra and panties, which only heightened my sexual attraction and made my cock harder than ever. Then she gasped.

“Mark, are you not wearing any underwear?” I shook my head. “So you’re naked in bed with your mother?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I don’t have any spare clothes so thought…” I trailed off.

Then she surprised me by running a hand down my side and grabbing my cock. I almost came as soon as she gripped it. All she did was smile. “You desire me?” she whispered, leaning her face closer to mine.

I couldn’t lie to her. Not to my mother. “Nowadays, more than anything. I know I shouldn’t but…”

She gently started to jerk me off as our lips met again. This wasn’t a good idea. Because all thoughts were now leading to wanting to fuck my mother. And that definitely wasn’t a good idea. What was a worse idea was she introduced her tongue again, and I met her tongue with my own, and I could taste her wine, and I could smell the shampoo and soaps she’d used, and, if I didn’t know any better, I could smell her… scent. Is my mother really turned on by me?

She kicked the blankets off and broke the kiss to look down my body. “You’re so handsome,” she said.

“Uh-huh…” I stated, unable to form any words for a few seconds.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” she wondered, her left hand continuing to stroke my cock.

“Should we be doing this?” I asked, immediately regretting the question.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked back, though didn’t actually stop stroking me.

“If you keep doing it, I’m going to cum,” I replied, looking down her body, which was a mistake, considering she was looking… damn fucking hot.

“Mark?” she asked quietly. I met her eyes and she smiled. “I want to take care of you like you take care of me. Let me do this for you.”

I closed my eyes and nodded. We were crossing one hell of a boundary here. Sharing a kiss was one thing. But having her hand around my cock, jerking me off… I know I wanted her to continue. I know I wanted to do more than just have her hand around it. But I also knew she wasn’t thinking clearly. Or was she? Who knows? She was the one who’d made the first move, after all.

“Mark?” I opened my eyes and she dazzled me with her smile, “Cum for me, baby,” she added.

So I did. It was the best orgasm of my life so far, leaving streaks of white cum all over her stomach, plus some on the bed. She continued to stroke me until everything possible had leaked out of my cock, before she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Then she just smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

“Someone was horny.”

I couldn’t form any words in reply, stunned by what had just happened. My mum just gave me a handjob. My mother just gave me a fucking handjob… And it was the best thing EVER!

I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, looked her in the eyes and said, “I love you.”

*****

Chapter 2.1

Thankfully, he’d pissed off to work by the time we arrived home the next morning. I’d already called into work and explained what happened. They were happy for me to take time off, and whatever time off I needed in the future. ‘Get your mum somewhere safe’ was all they told me. I would never be able to thank them enough for their assistance.

I had been expecting to walk into a destroyed house, or at least destroyed bedroom, that being mine, but nothing was disturbed, though it was clear the old man had hit the bottle, a two-thirds empty bottle of whiskey on the table in the living room evidence he’d hit the hard stuff.

“So what do we do?” Mum asked.

“I’ll get online and start looking for a place of our own. Do you really want to stay here?”

“No.”

“Good. So we find our own place. There’s usually plenty of options available. It’s more about location and price. While we’re doing that, you’re staying in my room.”

Now that earned a smirk from my mother. “Really? And whatever would your father say?”

“I honestly don’t give a flying fuck what he says. But, to not exacerbate the situation any further, I’ll unroll my sleeping bag and leave suggestions that I’m sleeping in that while you take my bed. But do you really want to sleep in the marital bed one more night?”

“I want to sleep with you,” she said quietly, stepping forward to hug me, “As I said, I feel safe when you hold me.”

I leaned back and lifted her chin. “I don’t want to sound like I’m giving orders. When we move out, we’re a team. We reach agreements. If you don’t like something, you let me know and we’ll think of something else. I will never tell you what to do, give you orders or anything like that. You are your own woman, with your own mind and opinions. And there is nothing wrong expressing them, or expressing yourself. I will not be like him.” I then grabbed her hands. “I will not be like him. You have my word. But I’m only thinking about what’s best for both of us now.”

Her eyes glistened and she reached up to kiss me on the cheek, unable to say anything in return.

“You know I’m quite the handyman, considering dipshit barely lifts a finger, so I’ll put a deadlock on the door so my room can’t be tampered with. I’m also thinking we spend as little time here as possible and avoid him at all costs. Does that sound reasonable?”

She nodded and continued to dazzle me with her smile. I knew what was happening to me and I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I was only left wondering if she was thinking the same…

“Can you think of anything else we should do in the meantime?”

She nodded, leaned up and kissed me again, though this time on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and our tongues soon met again. I should have felt awkward. This was my mother. But… She tasted of coffee this time after breakfast, and of the perfume she liked to wear. I moved my hand down and grabbed her arse, giving one of her cheeks a gentle squeeze. I felt her smile for a second and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Wandering hands,” she whispered, “Not that I’m complaining.” Then she broke the kiss and continued to smile. “You’re the first one to do anything like this with me in…”

I cupped her cheek, caressing it with my thumb. “How could he not want you? The man must be blind.”

“I’m wondering how my son can want me more than my husband? You look at me with such lust and love in your eyes. I see nothing in his.”

I seriously thought about that for a few seconds before my hands dropped away from her. Then I slapped my forehead and started to laugh, seeing the concern on her face as to why. “Son of a bitch. Projection! That’s what it is. That’s what it’s always been about.”

“What do you mean?”

“He’s always accusing you of an affair. Or wasting money. Or various other so-called ‘crimes’. I bet that arsehole is having an affair. I bet you’ll find the family savings greatly diminished too. Where’s his laptop?”

“Bedroom.”

I was good with my hands, and while I may not have been the smartest guy around, I knew computers. Like most youngsters, I grew up when computers were becoming ever more powerful and the internet was booming. Due to that, I learned things which certain authorities would probably not appreciate. I never committed any crimes, I’m not that bloody stupid, but I could certainly get into someone’s laptop without too much hassle.

I was logged in within a matter of minutes and finding evidence was far too easy. First was the bank account. While there were savings, I checked transactions and the fool wasn’t careful. I showed Mum and she just shook her head. I know she was upset, beginning to realise everything was a lie. I connected the laptop to my printer and started printing evidence. Then I looked for emails. Again, he was not careful. Some would even consider him brazen. I was left wondering what women saw in him.

“How does he get so many women?”

“Well, it’s definitely not for the size of his cock.”

“How do you mean?”

“Yours is bigger, Mark. Longer and thicker.”

I knew I had a shit-eating grin on my face after being told that. And I had a feeling she wouldn’t lie to me about that. I printed off numerous emails and then looked for some sort of messenger service. Again, there was little in the way of password protection and I hit the absolute jackpot. I started to laugh.

“What an absolute fucking idiot. He’s totally clueless.” I looked at mum, adding, “We’ve got him by the balls.”

“I’m getting a divorce,” she said quietly. Then she burst into tears. “That fucking arsehole,” she added angrily, “How many years has he lied to me? How many years has he treated me like dirt while he’s fucking who knows how many whores around the country, if not the continent?” She took a deep breath and looked at me in the eyes. “I should take you into the bedroom and fuck your brains out on our supposed marital bed. Despite the fact you’re my son.”

Part of me really wanted to take her up on the offer. But that wasn’t a good idea. Or, it wasn’t at the present time. So I made do with just hugging her as she continued to cry softly. I think her mind was already gone, considering what we were planning, even if what happened in the hotel was a one-time thing between us, but it was now obvious that her heart was well and truly broken. Her entire life had been a lie. I don’t think I could ever say she’d been happily married to the man. But the whole marriage was now clearly a sham.

I did one last thing on his laptop before signing out. I left a logger on there so that whenever he received a new email or message, I would receive a copy. I left a trail so if he ever found out, it would end up going through a never-ending series of networks that would never trace back to me. As I said, I knew enough not to be caught.

I collected everything I’d printed and put those in a folder, ready for Mum to hand over to a lawyer. I had no idea if such evidence would be admissible in court, but considering it was clear evidence of his cheating, I saw no reason why not. After that, I got to work, heading down to the hardware store to buy a lock and that only took an hour to install. Mum moved some of her stuff out of the main bedroom and put it in mine. We then spent some time together online and started looking for places.

“How many rooms do we want?” I asked.

“We only need a one room apartment.” I couldn’t help but look at her in surprise. “What? I want to sleep with you. You should know that well enough by now. And I don’t mean… you know…” She actually blushed, as I knew what she was perhaps already suggesting, “I just want to be held by you.”

I leaned over and kissed her cheek. “I like that too, but… Won’t that raise questions?”

She smiled. “It won’t once I take care of something.”

“What’s that?”

“I’m going to take my maiden name.”

I smiled. “Ah, I see.”

There were a number of high-rise apartments available. I whistled at some of the prices but Mum seemed keen on some of them. I wondered if we could afford any of them without struggling when Mum surprised me further.

“I want a full-time job.”

“Okay.”

“I’m sure I can do some night courses or something to help me find an ever better job too.”

“You’ll have my support no matter what.”

She leaned over and kissed me my cheek. “You are definitely not your father,” she whispered, which caused me to smile.

We organised some viewings for the weekend. Once I’d sent off messages and emails, I sat back and it hit me all at once. “Holy shit, this is really happening,” I stated, running a hand down my face.

“Second thoughts?” Mum asked, already worried.

I actually chuckled. “Are you kidding me? Not in a million years. But, it’s just… You know, we’re moving in together. Mother and son. Into a one room apartment. It’s…”

She wrapped both arms around me. “It’s going to be wonderful.”

*****

Chapter 2.2

We visited half a dozen places and found one we liked. It was further away from work for me, but the location was sensational, the neighbourhood perfect, and the view from our floor spectacular. I had a feeling I wouldn’t fit in as a mechanic, returning home in my oil covered clothes, but once Mum found a decent job, we’d afford it with ease, with money to spare. Maybe I could treat her to a holiday? Nothing spectacular, but we could at least get out of town.

Once we had a place organised, Mum found a divorce lawyer, taking all the evidence we found. I was waiting at home in my bedroom. Robert, for I no longer called him father or dad, was around somewhere, I think in the kitchen, when I heard the front door open and close, wandering out to see Mum enter with the same folder. She met my eyes and smiled, nodding once. I followed her into the kitchen to find dipshit — my other name for Robert — sat at the kitchen table. He looked up as Mum entered and took a seat opposite him.

She did nothing but put the folder on the table and slide it across. He looked down at it before asking “What is it?”

“Divorce papers.”

He actually started to laugh. “You want to divorce me?” He continued to laugh. “God, you are such an idiot.”

Mum kept her face blank, to her credit. “I suggest you read the contents of the folder.”

To see his little world crumble probably gave me one of the largest erections I’ve ever. Of course, I’m joking about an actual erection, I’m talking justice boner. Then his eyes turned to me. “You did this!”

“Did what?” I asked innocently.

“Well, there’s no fucking way she could have done any of this.”

“I think you underestimate your soon to be ex-wife.”

“One other thing, Robert. My son and I will be moving out this weekend.”

“How can either of you afford that?”

“Quite easily. I have enough savings to pay the deposit and I certainly earn more than enough to pay for us. Mum will find a job.”

“As a whore?”

Red rag to a bull. Mum didn’t move fast enough before I stormed forward, dragged him from the chair by his collar and flung him into the wall. He took a swing at me, which I ducked, hitting with a one-two combination just below the ribs, ensuring all the air blew out of his lungs as he slumped to the ground. I crouched down over him.

“I warned you not to call her that,” I growled.

“I’m calling the cops.”

“Call them. See if I care. Mum will claim self-defence as you swung first. Won’t you mum?”

“My son was defending me. Which is more than I can ever say for my dickless soon to be ex-husband.”

I grabbed him with both hands by the collar. “I suggest you find somewhere to stay until we move out. Neither of us want to see you until we’re gone from this place. Do not show your face here again this week. Do not show your face here when we move out.” His eyes widened as I smiled. “You’re scared.”

“Fuck you.”

I raised my fist and he flinched, hitting his head on the wall. “Not so tough, are we, when someone can fight back.”

“You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

“You talk big but I’ve yet to see a single thing to prove you can back those words up.” I stood tall over him and stepped back, pointing down the hallway. “Go to your room, pack a bag and get the fuck out now.”

I followed him as he staggered down the hall towards his room. He grabbed a bag and packed some clothes, I didn’t really care what, before I gestured him towards the front door. Before he left, I said “House keys,” holding out my hand. He looked ready to argue before he finally admitted defeat, taking them off the keyring and jamming them into my hand. I just smiled as he walked out the door. I closed it behind him and leaned my head against it, once again letting the adrenaline die down.

Then Mum said something that made me laugh.

“God, I am so wet for you right now.”

“Good to know, Mum,” I stated through my chuckles.

“I’m serious.”

I turned towards her and she did appear rather… flushed. I walked forward, her lips parting as our mouths crashed together. I barely heard the squeal of the car as Robert disappeared to wherever he was going. All I could feel was my Mum’s body in my hands, her tongue in my mouth, her taste, her smell. We hadn’t had sex yet. We hadn’t done anything except that handjob at the hotel that one time. I don’t know if Mum had second thoughts. Or was worried about how I would react. I was still confused by everything but, had to admit, I was falling in love with her.

And I had a feeling things were about to change. I knew both of us would want to take out time if we were serious about going down this road. I was left with the feeling that we definitely wanted to have sex. I was of the mind now that I definitely wanted to fu… no, I didn’t want to just fuck her. I’m going to sound really corny here, but I wanted to make love to her.

We ended up in our bedroom, making out but I had to stop it for a minute. I had to make sure because we were potentially about to take one hell of a step.

“Mum, are you sure about this?”

“Absolutely.”

“But…”

She put a finger to my lips. “I know what you’re going to say. I know what you’re thinking. We shouldn’t.” I nodded. “I’m thinking the same thing. But there’s a larger part of me that sees a man standing in front of me, who looks at me with such love and devotion that I only want to make him happy in return.”

“I want this but I want to make sure you do too. Because… A lot has happened and… I just want to make sure we’re both making the right decision.”

She caressed my cheek. “It will be the best decision of my life. Sure, I’ll probably feel a little guilty after this, thinking about what I’m about to do with my son. But, then again, you’re a 20-year-old man, more than capable of making your own decisions. You’re willingly in this room with me now, as am I. I’m making this choice with a clear mind. My son is a man. I want to be with that man, emotionally and physically. Do you want to be that way with me?”

“More than anything.”

She brought my head forward to kiss her. “Good. So, I think it’s about time you undressed me then.”

I took my time undressing her. I still hadn’t seen her completely naked. Once I had her down to bra and panties, I stopped for a second and just looked at her. She was a 40-year-old woman, one child, looked after herself, ate right, exercised. And she was beautiful. My cock was straining at my boxer-briefs as I simply devoured her with my eyes.

“I love it when you look at me like that.”

I met her eyes and smiled. “How could I not?”

She moved her hands and unclasped her bra, letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts were magnificent, milky white as she obviously didn’t tan, with pink nipples, that looked very hard. I reached forward, my hand actually shaking a little, as I gently squeezed one. Mum just smiled and then giggled.

“I love it when you giggle,” I stated.

“Because you give me a reason to.”

I brought her in close and continued to play with her breasts as she attempted to undress me at the same time. It was all rather awkward as I wasn’t particularly experienced, while I dreaded to think when Mum had last done anything. Eventually we realised it was all rather hopeless and started to laugh. So I kissed her and suggested we get on the bed in our underwear. She agreed, already topless so she just lay down as I undressed myself except for my boxers.

With a hand to either side of her, I looked my mum in the eyes, looking down to see her taking deep breaths. I wasn’t sure if she was nervous, self-conscious, horny or all of the above.

“Mum, this is going to sound…” I trailed off, actually embarrassed that I was asking. But I didn’t want to just take. I wanted her to agree. It wasn’t about consent, something I’d heard too much about. It was obvious what she wanted but I still wanted to make sure.

“What is it?”

“Can I…” I trailed off again. God, 20 years old and can’t admit what you want to do. But, then again, you are suggesting this to your mother.

“Mark, you can tell me anything. What is it?”

“I want to eat you out.”

I never saw a larger smile. “I thought you’d never ask. My body is yours, baby.”

I was experienced enough to know about eating out a woman, and I think I’d brought the girls I’d been with to orgasm, though who the hell knows, considering fake ones and all that. But I definitely wanted to make my mother cum. And cum hard. Many times, to be honest. I wanted her to feel nothing but pleasure when she was with me. I was going to worship her like the goddess she was. Sound a little bit overboard? Probably, but that was how much I already loved her.

We made out for a little while and I teased her with my cock, tenting in my boxers, as I prodded into her panties. I heard her gasp a number of times as I did so and I nearly ejaculated a couple of times myself. So I stopped doing that. Instead, I started to kiss down her body, focusing on the erogenous zones I’d read up about, having no problem admitting that I read about how to be a better lover, while using a free hand to help remove her panties. Mum eventually just sat up and got rid of them herself. I took them off her and smelled them, and nearly came again.

“Kinky,” she whispered.

“They’re very wet.”

“Because of you.”

I spent plenty of time around her breasts, licking, sucking and nibbling at her nipples as I gently played with her pussy. I learned what worked as I went along, listening for her moans and her breathing, understanding when I was doing the right thing, or how her body moved. She was soaking wet and I lifted my hand, looking Mum in the eyes as I licked it.

“You like it?”

“I do.”

“Then why don’t you get it straight from the source?”

She looked at me with such lust in her eyes that I nearly came again. I’m sure she realised how horny I was but, to be honest, I’d be finished in thirty seconds no matter what, the way I was going. This was about my mum for now.

I kissed down her body, taking time to enjoy her scent. It was wonderful. I love the smell of a woman when she’s wet and Mum smelled glorious. Finally, I saw her pussy for the first time. She had hair but it was trimmed. I preferred hair. I didn’t care if a woman was shaven, but my personal preference is to have hair, neat if possible. Her sex glistened as I inserted a finger into her slick hole and Mum moaned.

“Oh baby…”

I lowered my mouth and tasted her for the first time. And then I came hard, without even touching my cock. That actually impressed me. Mum knew straight away as I groaned loudly and stopped, moving my free hand to my cock as I had to get it all out.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’ll get hard again.”

I took off my boxers and flung them to the side as I put my mouth back to her pussy. As I said, I read up about how to eat pussy, as I wanted to be a better lover, and read more once I realised that I wanted to eat my mother out. But every woman is different so I would also learn as I went along. So I pretty much tried everything I’d read and most of it worked. Mum was already incredibly horny so, while I like to think I did a good job, I think the fact she was so incredibly turned on that all I had to do with lick her for a few minutes, insert a finger and find her g-spot before focusing some attention on her clit which led to her cumming and soaking my face in her juices.

I think she then passed out for a few seconds so I just kept eating her out, listening to her breathing as she started to moan again.

“My god, baby, my god. How are you so good at this?”

I looked up as she met my eyes. “I read up about it, Mum. I wanted it to be good for you.”

“God, I can’t remember the last time I was eaten out. And I’ll tell you another thing?”

“What’s that?”

She smiled. “You’re the first man to give me an orgasm.” I gave myself a little fist-pump for that. “Can you keep eating me, baby?”

“Of course, Mum. For as long as you want.”

I devoured my mother’s pussy, even ignoring how sore my jaw was getting. She tasted so good I can’t even describe it. She orgasmed again, once again filling my mouth with her tangy juices, wrapping her legs around my head as she writhed in ecstasy. I also wasn’t surprised that my cock was soon rock hard again, though I wasn’t worried about me for the time being.

I stopped eating her out for a few seconds and just gazed at her pussy. Some guys think they can be rather ugly. I think some of them can be beautiful. My mother’s? Absolutely gorgeous. Mum could see me looking at it and I think she actually blushed. “It’s beautiful, Mum, just like the rest of you.”

She started to cry. I crawled up her body and made to wipe my mouth. She stopped me and dragged me down for a kiss. Then she held me close to her. “I love you,” she said though her quiet sobs.

I felt stupid but had to ask because I needed her to tell me. “Why are you crying?”

“My son just gave me the two biggest orgasms of my life. Then he called me beautiful. And he called my pussy beautiful.” She sighed. “I’ve missed out on so much.”

“No more, Mum.”

She met my eyes. “Do you want to fuck me?” she asked, rather seriously.

“More than anything, Mum. But…”

“But?” she asked, concern in her tone, perhaps thinking I wouldn’t.

“I would say wait until you’re divorced, but that could take too long. But your relationship with dipshit is over, so I was thinking why not our new apartment?”

“I can wait that long if you can.”

“I think I can.”

I could see she was exhausted so we simply got on our sides, looking at each other, her eyes half-closed. She ran her left hand up my arm and over my shoulder, before running it down my side and towards my groin.

“You’re hard again.”

“Because of you, Mum.”

“Would you like me to suck your cock?” I know my mouth dropped as she moved in close. “How would you like your mother to wrap her lips and use her tongue on your big cock?” she whispered.

“More than anything, Mum. I mean, like you wouldn’t believe.”

She said nothing else, just placing a hand on my chest and pushing me onto my back. She then straddled me and I could feel my cock, pressed against my stomach, but I could feel the heat of her sex. I swallowed hard and had to resisted just grabbing her and thrusting inside. Mum knew exactly what she was doing as she leaned down and kissed me, her tongue once again in my mouth pretty quickly.

“I’m going to make you cum so hard, you’ll think you’re dying,” she stated as she kissed down my body.

I had no way of reply, my senses in overload as Mum used her lips, her tongue and her hands over my body. I’d like to describe in minute detail about what my mother did to me over the next few minutes, but I’ll be honest, I was in such a blissful state while she pleasured me that I can only describe certain sensations. Her tongue as she licked my shaft. Her lips moving up and down from the tip of my cock to the base. The flick of her tongue across my balls. The feel of her hand as she used one to stroke me as she licked around the head of my cock.

I’d had a few blowjobs from previous girlfriends, and while I don’t like to speak badly of them, they were fucking hopeless compared to my mother.

“My god, Mum, how are you this good?”

She looked up, my cock against her cheek. “I did some reading too. You really think I did this for him lately?”

“I’m going to cum very soon.”

“And I’m going to swallow every drop.”

I watched as my cock disappeared into her mouth and felt it go down her throat. She kept eye contact with me the entire time. I had never seen a sexier thing until that time in my life. Well, perhaps I had, my mother standing in front of me for the first time in bra and panties was something I’d never forget, but nothing beats good old eye contact from a woman as she sucks your cock. My mum’s eyes were something else altogether and just made the whole thing extra special.

I groaned as I felt the first tingling of an approaching orgasm and it was like Mum had a sixth sense about what was going to happen as she sucked my cock so fast I thought she was trying to suck it out herself. I groaned very loudly as I told her ‘I’m cumming’, thrusting forward into her mouth without thinking as I shot what felt like a bathtubs worth of cum into her mouth. Mum was a trooper and tried to take the whole load, though I saw one or two dribbles down her chin as I was finally spent, collapsing back onto the bed.

“My god, Mum, that was fucking awesome.”

She crawled back up the bed to lie down next to me, licking her lips and stating “Well, I have to say, that was delicious.” She said that in such a tone that all I could do was laugh.

Then, both of us a little tired, we had a nap.

*****

Chapter 2.3

I thought he would have been smart enough to stay away. I really did, particularly after our last confrontation when I finally had the opportunity to smack him. But the man is nothing but stubborn, and it wasn’t surprising that Mum called me at work on the Thursday before we were meant to be moving out. I barely heard it ring over the noise of the workshop, but once I saw her name on the screen, my stomach dropped. Mum never called me at work unless it was an absolute emergency.

I pressed accept. “Mum?”

“He’s here, Mark. He’s outside.”

“Fuck. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. The door’s locked, but he’s banging on it, yelling the obscenest things about me. I’m scared.”

“Give me a few minutes.”

“Thank you, baby.”

I found my boss, Doug, and he saw my face immediately. “Trouble at home?”

“I’m really sorry, Doug. I feel like I’m taking the piss lately but…”

He held up a hand. “Don’t apologise for looking after your mother. I’ve seen the same shit before. Go sort the prick out.”

“Thanks, Doug.”

“If you need the rest of the day off, take it. I know you’re good for it if I need you to cover something else.”

“I owe you big time for all this.”

“No, you don’t. Family is the most important thing.” He smirked. “I like to think we’re second on your list.”

I couldn’t help but laugh, telling him it was a sure thing, before I rushed out to the car. I made sure I didn’t speed on the way home, as the last thing I needed was a ticket, before I pulled into our street and I could see his car parked on the road. I pulled up slowly behind it, hoping he wouldn’t hear my car. I calmly go out and walked towards as he continued to bang on the door, shouting all manner of accusations at the same time.

“Oi, dipshit,” I called, folding my arms across my chest as he shut up and looked my way.

“You! You little cunt!” he stated, walking towards me, pointing a finger, “Who the fuck do you think you are to kick me out of my own home?”

I couldn’t help the smile that would have appeared. “I thought I told you to stay away?” I asked lightly.

“I won’t be kept out of my own home. You’re both more than welcome to fuck off now.”

“Not happening. We leave on Saturday. I suggest you leave now.”

“Or what?” he asked, and I could hear the attempted threat.

I could only chuckle. “Or we have a repeat of the other night. Though, this time, I will kick you when you’re down.”

We glared at each other for a few seconds in silence. Then he started to smirk. “You really are a little cunt; you know that? I’ve regretted every single day since your mother told me she was pregnant. I begged her for an abortion. You were nothing but an unfortunate accident. But she wanted to have you and wouldn’t be swayed. Then I was practically forced by both her parents and mine to get married.”

I just shrugged. I knew part of this story, so hearing his viewpoint was pretty much as I expected.

“You know the bitch is now barren?” Now my fists balled. “Once she had you, she was told she couldn’t fall pregnant again. They had to take out everything that would have resulted in another one of you. I tell you what, I celebrated that night. Fucked one of the nurses in the very same hospital. No more little bastards like yourself in my household. I guess that’s why she doted on you something fierce, knowing she’d never experience it again. Not that I gave a shit.”

“Why the fuck did you hang around then?” I asked, actually exasperated at his attitude.

“Well, I guess I could have my cake and eat it too. The dutiful little wife at home while I could find a shag while I worked away. Why the fuck do you think I worked away so often? Sure, your mother has her qualities but there is no way I would have married her if I hadn’t been forced into it.”

I stepped forward. “You’re such a fucking cunt.”

He smirked again. “About time the air was cleared, eh? About time you knew your place in the world. Unwanted and completely worthless. The pair of you.”

The only thing that stopped me practically killing him then and there was the sound of the door opening behind him. Mum stepped out, her cheeks wet with tears but there was a new defiance in her glare as she strode towards Robert. Then she said two simple words.

“Go, Robert.”

“Fuck off. This is my house. I won’t…”

“If you don’t disappear in thirty seconds, Robert, I will unleash my son on you. And, this time, I will not stop him.”

“He wouldn’t dare.”

“Trust me, he would. I heard everything you just said. Now that everything is out in the open, I guess I should let you know that I’ve been sharing his bed for the past few weeks. That’s what has made me happy.”

“You’re fucking your son? You sick bitch.”

She scoffed. “Of course I’m not. But, unlike my husband, he makes me feel safe. He thinks I’m beautiful. He wants to provide for me. He wants to take care of me. Quite frankly, if he wasn’t my son, I would fuck him. And, trust me on this one, Robert, I know for a fact my son has a far bigger cock than you.”

“You stupid, barren bitch. Go fuck yourself.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Before he knew what was coming, I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him towards his car. I slammed him backwards into the door and he stepped forward, taking a swing. I ducked and swung back, missing myself, as he swung again, which I blocked. That left him wide open and I clocked him with an uppercut. To his credit, he didn’t go down but he wobbled as I grabbed him by the collar, moving my hand to grip his throat and got ready to launch a fist straight into his face. And I knew it wouldn’t just be the one…

Then I felt a pair of small hands grab my fist before they ran up my arm and onto my shoulder. “This is what he wants, Mark,” a voice said quietly, “He wanted to get a rise out of you. Don’t give him the satisfaction.”

I took a couple of deep breaths and could feel other emotions well up inside. “What he said, Mum… I don’t care what he said about me. I’ve always known. But what he said about you…” I actually choked back a sob, “It’s not right. No man should say that about his wife.”

“It doesn’t matter, Mark. We’re leaving on Saturday and we’ll never see him again. He won’t know where we are. And then he can do what he wants with his life as we can get on with ours. He no longer controls me. You’re my man now.”

“Fucking…” he tried to say but I squeezed his throat.

“Just give me a reason and I will end you right now,” I growled, enjoying the fact he was gasping for breath.

“Leave him, Mark. He’s really not worth it. He’s pathetic. Barely a man. There is only one man in my life. There’s only been one man in my life for a long time now.” She squeezed my shoulder. “Don’t let him control you too. You are giving him exactly what he wants.”

I took a couple of deep breaths before I finally nodded. Then I asked Mum to open his car door. She did so, then I asked her to move away as I grabbed him by the collar and dragged him around to the opening. “Get in, start the engine, close the door, then drive away. Don’t come back again. You can return on Sunday. You will find every key to this place under the doormat. Do not try and find us. Do not even think of trying to contact us. You ever try and speak to my mother again, I will deal with you myself and only God himself will stop me putting you in the ground. She is no longer your wife. I am no longer your son. You are alone in this world.” I pulled him close to my face. “Now I seriously suggest you fuck off out of our lives for good before I do something I will only partially regret.”

I let him go, wondering what he would do. I could see he was actually scared of me now. I guess I probably had murder in my eyes. I wouldn’t kill him. Mum was right about that. I wasn’t a murderer and definitely couldn’t take a life, even his. But this is the sort of reaction he wanted. He wanted Mum to think I was just like him. But I wasn’t like him. The only reason I was violent now is because I was looking out for her. As he drove away, I realised just how much I loved her.

Mum grabbed my hand, shaking it so I’d look at her. Her cheeks were still wet but she smiled at me, the sort of smile that melted my heart. And then I cried. Definitely not for him. Not even for me. Only for her. Life could be cruel at times but what she’d had to put up since even before I was born… She was far stronger than I ever imagined.

We hugged each other for a long time on the lawn of our soon to be ex-home before she suggested we should head inside. We stood in the living room, hugging again and Mum kissed me in a way that would normally get a reaction. She knew immediately that it wasn’t working at that moment, but she wasn’t disappointed. Instead, she simply stroked my cheek and looked me in the eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“No… I mean… I’m in love with you, Mark. I love you more than I ever loved him.” I didn’t really know what to say as Mum laid her heart out on the line. “There are things I feel for you that I can’t even explain. There are things that I want to do to you that I can. You’ve made me so happy these last weeks, I don’t know how or have the words to express everything I feel for you.” She almost got me going again. “Do you feel the same way?” she then asked, and I could sense her nerves.

“Absolutely. Without a shadow of doubt.”

She kissed me softly on the lips and nodded.

“We should go out,” I suggested, “Do you really want to stay here?”

“No. Not at all. I hate this place. Ever since we found the apartment, I’ve been counting down the days until we can leave.”

“What would you like?”

She smiled again. “I can’t remember…”

I squeezed her hands again. “I’m asking you,” I said quietly, “Your opinion matters to me. It always has and it always will. So, my treat. Where would you like your son to take you?”

“Pizza.”

“Pizza it is. I’ll find us a nice little restaurant, not one of those big chains.”

“Romantic?” she asked, and I knew she was teasing.

I added cheese. “Being there with you will be romantic enough.”

She chuckled before she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck and kissed me. “I feel as giddy as a schoolgirl being taken on a first date.”

“Long may it continue, right? I’m going to do whatever I can to make your feel as special as you are.”

She kissed me again and, though I didn’t feel exactly in the right frame of mind, we certainly made out for a while, eventually moving to the couch where I sat down and Mum straddled my lap. She rubbed herself against my soon to be rising erection as my hands found her arse. She broke the kiss and put her lips close to my ear.

“I can’t wait until you fuck me,” she whispered.

That made me laugh. I rarely heard Mum curse, even when arguing with dipshit. I just whispered back “Me too, Mum. Though…”

“Though what?” she asked, moving back and looking at me.

I’m sure I actually blushed. “I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to… you know…”

“Make love to me?” she asked quietly.

I just nodded. “You’re not just any girl. You’re my mum. And I want it to mean something.”

We continued to make out for a while longer and there was no missing my growing erection. Mum continued to rub against it, teasing me mercilessly, though I didn’t mind. We were simply having fun as she rubbed faster against it, lifting her skirt so only a thin pair of panties separated her pussy from my trousers. She did that a few minutes longer, and I’ll admit I was near bursting, when she moaned in frustration, got off my lap, pulled down my trousers and underwear, before she sat back down on my lap.

“Better,” she stated quietly. We were so close to fucking, it wasn’t funny. But I knew she didn’t want to do it just yet. Not like this and not after the day we had. But whatever she was doing soon worked as she started to moan and then she shuddered, collapsing on me as she sucked in a number of deep breaths.

“Feel better?” I asked.

Mum just laughed. “I can’t wait until that thing is finally inside me.” Then she grabbed my cock and I sucked in a breath. “How long until you cum?”

“I’m fit to burst, Mum.”

Then she did something that surprised me, as she got off my lap and kneeled on the floor in front of me. Then she lowered her top, exposing her beautiful breasts. “Would you like to cum on them? I know young men such as yourself fantasise about such things.”

I thought all my Christmases had come at once. She chuckled as I probably looked dumbfounded. Then she lowered her head and licked along my shaft before looking up again. “Come on, baby. Cum for your mother.”

I came on her breasts about a minute later, watching most of it stay where it landed, though some of it did dribble down. All she did was scoop that up with a finger, look me in the eyes then put it in her mouth. “You are so hot,” I mumbled, my mind in a complete daze.

“I am going to make you as happy as you make me. And, I promise you one thing, Mark, we are going to have a lot of sex once we’re in our own place.”

That sounded good to me as she then used her mouth to clean my cock, which stunned me even more. We then showered, changed and got ready to go out, enjoying a glass of wine together at the kitchen table as we waited for the right time to head out. We talked about nothing important, Mum asking questions about work and about how rugby training was going, the new season fast approaching.

Once the sunlight started to fade, we wandered out to my car hand in hand. Ever the gentleman, I made sure Mum was seated first before I got into the driver’s seat, and we held hands whenever I didn’t need to change gear. I’d found the perfect little pizzeria online, a family run establishment with only a few tables inside, and probably some of the most authentic pizza outside of Italy. We ordered one pizza between us and ate it by candlelight, her eyes glowing even in the faint light provided, her cheeks glowing red as I looked at her.

“I still can’t believe you look at me that way,” she said quietly.

I didn’t drink too much though Mum enjoyed a glass or two of wine. I started telling a few jokes just to hear her laugh. She had a wonderful laugh, though I rarely heard it because of how things had been at home. That would be something I’d rectify once we were in our own place. I’d try and make her laugh every day. I started with a few clean jokes but they soon turned dirty, but Mum laughed away. My heart fluttered as she did so. Yeah, pathetic, but I was falling ever more in love with her with each passing minute we were together.

Once home, we pretty much headed straight to bed. I wasn’t shocked that she stripped completely before joining me. We were now both naked with nothing to actually stop us having sex except our own self-control. Mum simply hugged and kissed me. I wrapped my hands around her in return and held her close. She giggled as my erection pressed against her.

“How would you like something inside you?” I asked.

Her eyes widened slightly. “But I thought…”

Then I held two fingers in front of her face. “I was talking about these bad boys.”

She burst into laughter. Then she kissed me and grabbing my hand, moving it down her body to between her legs. I wasn’t surprised that she was already wet. Still kissing her, I played with her pussy, teasing her but never entering her, hearing her moan in joy and frustration in equal measure. I then brushed her clit and she stopped kissing me as she gasped, then kissed me even harder. I lifted my fingers and held them in front of her before I put them in my mouth. She then shocked me by taking those same fingers and put them in her mouth, putting the most seductive look on her face that I’d ever seen. I nearly leapt on her there and then.

Instead, I gently lowered my fingers pressed them into her cunt and enjoyed the feeling of being inside her, even if it was my fingers instead of my cock. I’d already tasted her, but this was another step towards fucking her. Mum just wrapped her arm around me and continued to kiss me, moaning into my mouth at times as I gently fucked her with my fingers.

She had to break the kiss eventually. “Oh, right there, right there. What you’re doing now.” I liked to hear I was doing the right thing and she was soon moaning a bit louder. I think Mum may have been a quiet lover, though I didn’t mind. As long as she let me know that she liked what I was doing. “Play with my clit, baby. I’m ready to cum.” I did as she instructed and gently rubbed her clit with my thumb. She squeezed me hard as she came, bucking against my hand as I continued to fuck her with my fingers. “Off the clit, baby. Too much… too much,” she said quietly through her breathing.

I withdrew my fingers again and sucked on them. “You taste wonderful.”

“So do you,” she said, grabbing my cock.

“Ever had a sixty-nine?”

“Actually, no, I haven’t.” Then she smiled. “Do you want to try?”

“Absolutely.”

Mum’s pussy was soon in my face, glistening with her juices. I inhaled her scent and my cock throbbed with excitement. Then I felt her tongue along my shaft and I held my breath, doing everything not to cum immediately. I swear I never usually had that problem, but the fact it was my mother doing it just made it so exciting I was having a bit of trouble controlling my orgasms. I’d learn eventually and Mum seemed excited just to see me cum. I have no doubt she understood my excitement and certainly did nothing to make me feel bad.

I put my tongue to her pussy and she fell forward, my cock falling from her mouth. “Sorry,” I said.

“It’s not your fault. Still a bit sensitive. Put your mouth to my pussy. Use your tongue and make me cum again.”

Well, I’m certainly not one to say no to that sort of request and the fact I focused on eating my mum’s cunt helped me control my orgasm, at least for about five minutes. I teased her mercilessly and, while grabbing her arse, lifted my tongue into her arsehole. She stopped sucking my cock and gasped.

“Did you just…” she tried to ask, glancing back at me.

“I did,” I replied, smiling back at her.

She smiled. “Naughty. Maybe one day…”

That was a good thought as I licked her arsehole for a couple of minutes, something again which helped control my orgasm as she could barely focus on sucking my cock. “My god, how did you even discover this?” she asked quietly.

“Reading, Mum. Though I had to find a woman I wanted to put it into practice with.”

“Lick my pussy, baby. Mum wants to cum again. And she wants her son to cum in her mouth.”

Mum took my load a couple of minutes later, barely able to concentrate on eating her out as I felt a number of shots. She just moaned as she continued to suck my cock and, after managing to recover a little, I started eating her out with renewed enthusiasm. Once I started rubbing her clit again, she stopped sucking my cock and fell forward and I soon had the taste of another orgasm in my mouth, drinking down her delicious juices, feeling my softening cock actually harden as I did so.

We were both exhausted as mum swung her body around and eventually collapsed onto the bed next to me. She kissed my cheek, after throwing an arm over my chest, simply nuzzled my neck. “I love you, baby,” she whispered.

“I love you too, Mum.”

We were both fast asleep minutes later.

*****

Chapter 3.1

“Is that everything, Mum?” I called out from the living room, lifting what I hoped was the last box. We were not taking much, just our own clothes while I was clearing out my room. We were taking my queen-sized bed for the lone bedroom, but I’d already put in orders for a lot of other furniture and kitchen-wear, most of it already being delivered into our new apartment.

Mum appeared from out of the kitchen, carrying absolutely nothing. She then asked for me to follow her back into the kitchen.

“One second, Mum. I’ll just put this in the back of the car.”

“Okay.”

I returned to find her standing in the kitchen, hands flat on the counter. “What do you see on my hands, Mark?”

“A couple of rings.”

“Which one in particular?”

“Ah…”

“I haven’t taken it off in nearly twenty years. I wonder how often he’s taken his off… Doesn’t matter now, I guess. Part of me wants to keep it and sell it. The other part wants me to leave it here as a final ‘fuck you’.” Then she lifted her hand towards me. “Take it off, Mark. You’re my partner now. But you’re not his replacement. You are so much better!”

I helped take it off. It actually took a little soap to help it finally move, but I managed to gently prise it off her finger. She then simply placed it down on the counter. Didn’t leave any sort of note. She didn’t even take one last look around the place as we stood at the front door. She saw my face and probably understood what I was thinking. “It’s a nice house but fuck this place as a home. There is absolutely no way I could remain living here if he left. As far as I’m concerned, he’s welcome to it. He can invite any of the whores he has over without any sort of guilt.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, so I just grabbed her hand, interlacing our fingers and squeezing. She opened her eyes and looked at me, a smile on her face. “Let’s get out of here and go home, Mark.”

I was tempted to leave the place wide open, but we agreed that we would simply leave and be done with it. I locked the door, placed our keys underneath the doormat as I had said I would, hopped in my car and we drove away without a backwards glance.

It had been an empty apartment when we had viewed it, but the movers and delivery men had been hard at work and life had been added. We had organised some painters to give it a new coat, and that had already dried. Now there was furniture in the living room — a couple of couches, a low coffee table, a cabinet and also a flat-screen TV hanging on the wall. Mum had suggested we should hang a few things on the wall, which we would eventually do. The kitchen was already stocked with kitchen-ware as we wandered into the bedroom to find our bed already in place, tables to either side while there was a built-in wardrobe where we would eventually put all our clothes.

We spent all afternoon and early evening putting things away and clearing up the mess, the delivery of all our goods taking place before lunchtime. The only time we stopped was for lunch itself, nothing more than a quick bite, and a glass of water as it was hard work. But, by early evening, we had nearly everything packed away, a couple of small boxes still to be sorted out, but we agreed we perhaps needed a couple of more things that we simply hadn’t thought about.

We sat down on the couch, both of us a little bit tired, if not exhausted. It had been a very long day. Mum simply curled her legs underneath her and snuggled into me, and we sat and enjoyed the silence.

“Our very own place,” she said quietly.

“A new life,” I added.

“Any regrets?”

I looked down at her, surprised at the question. She looked up at me and I saw concern and nerves. I simply caressed her cheek. “Never,” I stated adamantly.

A large grin spread across her face, but I noticed the sigh of relief. “I know you may have been wondering if… I don’t know, if we were in over our heads. Or if the fact you were now living alone with your mother, doing what we’re doing…”

“Mum, stop worrying. I love you. I wanted this as much as you did.”

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds before she settled down into me again, her left hand on my chest, my left arm wrapped around her. No TV. No music. Next to no sound at all. I was deep in thought about what to do next. I’d had a thought in my mind for quite a few days about how I could show Mum how much I loved her. It wasn’t just about sex for either of us. It was about something more. I just wanted to treat her right. Far better than dipshit had ever treated her.

“Mum, I have an unusual request.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like us to wait a little bit longer before we go all the way.”

“Okay. Can I ask why, though?”

“Of course. I’ve had an idea and it’s going to take a couple of weeks to prepare. It’ll be worth it, trust me.”

“I trust you more than anything.” Then she paused and looked at me again. “I hope this doesn’t mean a stop to everything else?”

I chuckled. “Hell no.”

She smiled and snuggled into me again. “Good. Because my pussy needs to be eaten by my son.”

“Try and stop me!”

Mum had spoken to her place of work and would start full-time on the Monday, while we would see if she could do some courses so she can eventually find something even better. I would drive her to work and pick her up afterwards, though we planned to get her own car eventually. However, she had already mentioned that she was quite happy for me to do all the driving.

The guys at my place of work said I never looked happier and it was there that I put my plan into action. During my lunchtime, I borrowed one of the computers in the office and started doing some shopping. Like any good boyfriend or son, I knew Mum’s bra, dress and shoe size, and also her waistline. Buying clothes online was always risky but I was confident it would work. I then started looking up and printing out other things, such as cooking meals, ordering flowers and other romantic ideas. I was going all out for this one night but money wasn’t a real problem. And it wouldn’t be just one night. I’d try and make her feel special every day.

A little under two weeks later, I booked the Friday off as holiday and, after driving Mum to work, I returned home and put my plan into action. Parcels had been arriving for the past week and, while curious, Mum listened to my request not to be a sticky beak and try and find out what they were. I could see it was driving her nuts, so I just told her it would be worth it. I received a couple of deliveries after lunch-time and started preparing the house.

I had also organised with one of the girls she worked with to drive her home. Thankfully she didn’t know I was her son so I assumed she would be asking plenty of questions about who I was. Considering Mum was now using her maiden name, no-one would have a clue we were anything but a couple living together.

I was just putting on some aftershave when I heard the door open and close. “Mark?” Pause, as she obviously noticed what I’d been up to. “What the?”

I smiled to myself as I wandered out of our bedroom, dressed in a new suit, holding a single red rose. Mum stood near the counter, already stunned as she looked around the room. On the counter was a bouquet of flowers waiting for her, a card inside that simply said ‘I love you’. The room was lit by numerous candles dotted around the dining room and living room. I had a little music playing in the background. The table had two places set, a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine to be consumed with dinner.

She turned towards me as I approached and she nearly started to cry. I handed her the rose before I kissed her cheek. “Hello gorgeous,” I said softly. She just nodded, incapable of speech. “Follow me.”

I grabbed her hand and led her to her to the bedroom. She gasped at what she could see laid out on the bed. “Take your time getting ready. I need to start preparing things for dinner. I won’t come in until you walk out.”

She turned towards me and kissed me hard. I didn’t want to but I gently pushed her away. “Later, Mum. Get dressed and join me for dinner.”

She cleared her throat. “You’re cooking?”

“I’ll try. I can do simple things. What I’m doing… Not so simple.”

“I’ll get ready then. Can I shower first?”

“Of course. Take your time. I have plenty to prepare.”

I hung my suit jacket up and put on an apron before I started to get dinner ready. I figured I’d probably make a bit of a mess but hoped I wouldn’t fuck it up too much. I prepared the starter first, which was something I’d had bubbling away all day. Just a simple soup, which I would serve with hot bread from the oven and butter. Dinner would be steak, some fancy unpronounceable potatoes and various vegetables, plus a selection of sauces, as Mum liked a few with her steak. Dessert would be tiramisu. Mum loved it so I’d spent half the morning making it, the dessert currently sitting in the fridge. I’m no chef but I tried my best. I’m sure Mum would simply appreciate the effort.

I had to help myself to a glass of whiskey to help take care of some of the nerves that were building up. I had everything for the evening planned out, except the final act, but I just hoped she liked everything else. Her face had been a picture when she had walked in, so that was a good start, so now I could only hope that she liked everything else I’d chosen.

She took a while to get ready, which didn’t bother me, as there was absolutely no rush. But I soon heard the click of heels as she appeared. She came to a stop as I approached her and I had to show all the self-control possible not to strip her right there and then.

The largest smile I’d ever seen on her face appeared as she did a little twirl. “What do you think?”

I knew she’d look good in what I’d chosen but she was absolutely stunning. She’d styled her hair into one of the latest styles, slight eyeshadow on her eyelids and faint rouge on her cheeks. Deep red lipstick that accentuated her lips. Around her neck hung a necklace I’d bought for her that ended just above her cleavage. She wore what I called an LBD. A little black dress. Strapless but tight to her body, though she would have also worn a black bra underneath. The dress stopped just down her thighs, where underneath she would be wearing black panties, a garter and, down her legs, black stockings. On her little feet were a pair of sensible heels, open toed.

“Mark?” she asked, walking towards me, only the click of her heels on the tiled floor. She came to a stop just in front of me, looking into my eyes. I’ll admit, I was speechless. A little turned on. And, I have no problem admitting, even a little emotional. I’d never seen her look so good. She just gently stroked my cheek. “I’ll take that as a sign that you think I’m beautiful.”

“Would you care for a drink?” I finally managed to ask.

“What do you have?”

I escorted her to the kitchen, where she took one of the two available stools behind the counter. I walked to the fridge and took out a bottle of champagne, not the most expensive as I can’t afford that, but it’s the thought that counts. I’d bought a couple of cheap champagne flutes and poured Mum a glass, apparently stunned by this first event, poured myself a glass before we clinked glasses and took a sip. I wasn’t a big fan but it was worth it.

“So what’s for dinner?” she asked.

“For starters, we’re having soup with oven baked bread. The main is steak with fancy potatoes and vegetables, with a selection of sauces. For dessert, it’s a surprise.”

“Is it a good surprise?”

“I don’t know. What would you think is a good surprise?”

“Your cock in my mouth.”

I almost spat my drink all over the counter. “Mum, you are incorrigible.”

“So it’s not your cock?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No, Mum. I made you something.”

Another dazzling smile. “You’re full of surprises.”

Grabbing her hands, I simply said “I’m going to spend the rest of my days making sure you feel special.”

We drank the rest of the champagne as I started to heat the soup. Once that was nearly ready, I escorted Mum to the dinner table, ensuring she was seated and had a napkin on her lap before I was ready to serve. Before I did that, I opened the wine and poured her a glass, wondering how it tasted.

“Very nice, Mark. Will it suit the soup?”

“Of course. I read about it.”

I finally took a seat once I had bowls placed in front of us and a plate with bread straight out of the oven, a small dish with a bit of butter on it. I watched Mum as she lifted her spoon but she stopped and shook her head. “He never…”

I grabbed her hand and shook it. “Don’t, Mum. Don’t even think about it. You’re here with me now. And I’m doing this for you.”

She looked at me, blinked rapidly, then did the usual thing of smiling. Mum was always honest and, while she thoroughly enjoyed the soup, she said there was perhaps a dash too much salt. Not too much to make it taste awful, but just a tip for next time. I laughed at that comment, though there was every chance I’d do this time and again. I promised her that too.

I cleared everything away and filled the dishwasher before I got started on the main course. Mum sat at the counter again and watched me work. I’d timed everything so that the steak just needed a few minutes while the rest would only need a fast heating. One thing I could never be criticised of was being disorganised. Mum was speechless as I worked the kitchen.

Once everything was cooked, Mum was once again seated, a new bottle of wine introduced that would suit the steak. I received no end of compliments after she took her first bite, mentioning the wine also added to the flavour. I even received compliments about the vegetables, saying the oil and herbs I’d used just added to her overall enjoyment. I wondered if I had a smug grin on my face by the time we’d finished the main meal.

“What’s for dessert?” Mum asked after we’d let the meal settle and finished the bottle of wine.

First I retrieved a bottle of liqueur from the cabinet and placed it on the table. Mum gasped and looked at me with a large grin. “You didn’t?” she asked quietly.

I just wandered into the kitchen, opened the fridge and grabbed the plate. I smiled to myself, noticing the dessert had set well, as I carried the plate back to the table. Mum looked stunned as I placed it down.

“You made that?” I nodded. “I had no idea… How did…” Then she smiled. “You read about it, correct?”

“Knowledge is power.”

She burst into laughter as I poured a small glass of liqueur for her and myself before I cut the dessert, handing her a small plate first before cutting myself a piece. I then sat back and watched her take a first bite. She closed her eyes and made a sound that suggested she enjoyed it.

“I can think of only one thing better,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“The orgasm you’re going to give me later.”

Mum enjoyed dessert so much she had two helpings and another glass of liqueur. I think we were probably both getting a little drunk, so the next idea would probably be good for both of us. I cleared away all our plates first, stacking the dishwasher but left it off. Mum sat at the table, watching me, as I finally took off the apron and joined her at the table. Her cheeks were a little red, probably from the alcohol, excitement and make-up, as she wondered what was next. I checked my watch.

“We have a taxi arriving in half an hour.”

She reached out to grab my hand. “What next?” she wondered.

“I have reserved us a table at a piano bar in town. It has rave reviews. I thought you might like a drink and a dance?”

I noticed she blinked rapidly and I knew, this time, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself. I got to my feet, helping Mum to her own, before I hugged her, feeling her quietly sob in my arms. I just stroked her hair as she let it all out. I should have guessed it would eventually, though I had hoped it wouldn’t be tonight.

“Sorry,” she said quietly.

“You have nothing to apologise for.”

She looked up, using one hand to wipe her cheeks, the other still around my waist. “Twenty years, Mark. And most of them were… Within two weeks, you’ve done so much more. So much more. I can’t really believe it. I have to pinch myself. The girls at work wonder what the hell is going on with me, saying I sit there at my desk and just smile to myself all day. And now you’ve done this. I had no idea!” She kissed me. “Just this one night makes it all worth it.”

“I just want to make you happy.”

She giggled. “You’ve done so much more than that.” Then she grabbed both my hands. “You’re my partner. My lover. My… boyfriend.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“When we go out, call me by my name. I know who I am. You know who you are. But you’re now so much more to me than that.” She let go of one of my hands and cupped my cheek. “Please call me Caroline.”

“Okay, Mum.”

She laughed. “It’ll take a little getting used to for both of us.”

Mum disappeared to reapply her make-up before returning holding the small purse I’d also bought her. Feeling all the booze, we both just made do with a coffee as we waited for the taxi. We chatted about nothing of consequence. We both knew the past would constantly come up for some time yet. I didn’t particularly want to discuss it, but I knew Mum would have to get it all off her chest. I promised her that I’d always listen, whenever she wanted to say something. But I also told her that I would like us to both think of the future. She promised me in return to do just that.

Once the taxi arrived, we headed downstairs. Living in the suburbs, it was a long drive into the city, but soon the bright lights and large, colourful advertising came into view. We could see the crowds on the sidewalk, and even with the windows down, we could hear the noise as the city always came alive during the evening, particularly on a Friday night. Once we arrived at our destination, I got out first before helping Mum out. There was no line for the venue and, once we were greeted, we were escorted to our table. After our drinks were ordered and delivered, we clinked glasses and sat back, holding hands for a while, and listened to the music.

It wasn’t long before I felt a foot grazing my shin, meeting her eyes and she did everything possible to appear innocent. She was sitting close enough where her foot travelled higher, over my knee until it was nestled in my crotch. She was soon using her toes to massage my groin. I had to shuffle as, well, I was getting excited.

“Want to dance?” she asked, a twinkle in her eye.

“Give me a minute.”

“What’s wrong?” she asked, innocence personified.

“You know what’s wrong, you little minx.”

“Me? I’m not doing anything,” she stated, ensuring she moved her toes even faster.

I leaned forward. “Unless you want me to eventually cum in my trousers, or you want me to bend you over this table and ram my cock inside you in front of all these people, you need to stop that,” I said quietly, “I’m not complaining, but I don’t want to walk around with a giant erection either.”

Mum leaned forward and kissed my lips. “Just want to ensure everything is in working order for later.”

“Trust me, Caroline,” her face lit up when I used her name, “Nothing is going to stop that.”

Mum gave me five minutes to settle down, then she grabbed my hand and we ended up on the dance floor. Holding her right hand close to me, I wrapped my left hand around her, eventually resting it just above her butt, occasionally letting it slip down for a quick feel. She’d just laugh as we slowly circled the floor with the other dancers, though we barely took notice of them, eyes only for each other.

I have no idea how long we danced before heading back to our small table. I ordered another round of drinks and we sat back again, holding hands, and simply enjoyed the ambience. The music was perfect, the man behind the piano was extraordinary and his voice was sensational. A real crooner. Mum squeezed my hand from time to time and just smiled at me. I’d never seen her happier. She’d never looked more beautiful. To say I was now utterly devoted to her was an understatement.

“Mark, I want to go home,” she finally said, “Would you like to go home?”

“Absolutely, Caroline. More than anything.”

The door into our apartment had barely closed before we were all over each other. My jacket ended up somewhere in the living room, as did her heels, pretty much kicking those off straight away. My shoes and socks disappeared quickly as we continued to make out, hands all over each other as we manoeuvred our way to the bedroom. Once there, Mum let me go for a second as she unzipped her back and dropped the dress. I think I used the word goddess before. That’s definitely what she was.

“You have no idea how you look at me, do you?” she asked quietly. I shook my head as she smiled before she bopped me on the nose with a finger. “Definitely like how no son should look at their mother. But definitely as how a handsome man such as yourself should look at his lover.”

She stripped off my shirt and unbuckled my belt, so I was only standing there in my boxer-briefs. I pulled her close and felt her hot skin under my palm as our mouths connected, our tongues searching for each other. I kept my left hand wrapped around her as I was eager to see how hot she was, placing my hand under her panties and feeling her sex. She wasn’t just wet. She was burning.

“I need you inside me,” she whispered into my ear.

I figured there wasn’t going to be much in the way of foreplay. Considering that’s what we’d been doing the past couple of weeks, it wasn’t a surprise. Mum was ready to take off her bra, but I asked her not to, as I liked the bra on her, but I helped remove her panties, but left the stocking and garter, ensuring I tasted her as I did so. She almost collapsed when I did.

Then we laid down together on the bed, Mum underneath me, my cock near her soaking pussy. I kissed her again as I teased her entrance, hearing her gasp as I did it a few times. Then I teased her no more and slowly entered her, feeling her hot, wet walls surrounded my cock. I know I groaned very loudly as I did so, never taking my eyes from hers until I was all the way in. All she did was kiss me gently on the lips. I was ready to pull backwards when she grabbed my butt.

“Not yet. Just let me feel you inside me. Just for a minute,” she whispered. Then she moaned. “My god, you are so big…”

“Thanks.” I didn’t know what else to say. To be honest, I was a little bit embarrassed.

She giggled and kissed my cheek. “I’m being honest. You are so big. So much bigger than…” Then she smiled. “God, so much better too.” She started to laugh to herself. “You have no idea how much better,” she added, before nodding towards me, “Okay, baby, make love to your mother.”

Hands down, it was the best sex I’d ever had and would probably ever have, though I’m sure we’d try and match if not exceed it later. There were no acrobatics and continuous change of position. She wasn’t that loud, and neither was I. There were constant confessions of love. The occasional moan and groan. Mum would say when something felt really good. I simply savoured the feeling of having my cock buried inside her, slowly thrusting in and out, listening to her heavy breathing, her moans, enjoying the taste of the drinks we’d consumed as I kissed her, looking in her eyes and seeing more feeling in them than I thought was possible.

Mum lay back and ran her hands up and down my body constantly, complimenting me on the strength she could feel in my arms, the curve of my back and tickled my sides, which made us both collapse in laughter. I started to speed up as I felt the need to cum. Mum lifted her legs and hooked her hands underneath her knees and then she really moaned.

“Fuck, that’s so deep,” she said quietly.

“Is it okay?”

“Fuck yes.”

I kissed her again as I started to pump her even faster. She just beckoned me to fuck her. We’d made love for a while, now it was time to fuck. I had no idea if she was going to orgasm or not, but I don’t think she was all that worried, truth be told. She was just enjoying a cock inside her for the first time in who knew how long. It made me sad to think about it, though I was glad to be her first in however long. Eventually she wrapped her legs around me and moaned loudly again, telling me I was now hitting exactly the right spot. That surprised me as she met my thrusts with her own and, once she started to make quite a bit of noise as she came, that sent me right over the edge and I came so hard I nearly passed out on top of her. I could barely hold my body up over her as I pumped what felt like gallons of cum inside her. All she did was look at me with a large grin before she lifted her face to mine and gently kissed me.

“I love you.”

I took a deep breath. “I love you too, Mum.”

She gave me a look. “Caroline,” she said quietly, “You’re my man even more so than my son now.”

I nodded, understanding what she meant and the new dynamic of our relationship. I took a few seconds, waiting for my cock to soften before I took it out. Mum actually looked a little disappointed, only because I was no longer inside her, then she simply said, “I’m sure round two isn’t far away.”

“That’s guaranteed, Caroline,” I stated as I lay back and she snuggled into me, looking up at me with another large smile.

“Mark Webb and Caroline Brown,” she said.

“I’ll change my last name.”

“To what?”

“I’m not sure. Something that wouldn’t link me with him though.”

“I’ll give it some thought too.”

We lay back in contented silent, both of us blissfully happy that we had finally consummated our relationship. I certainly felt that way. I think Mum probably felt even better.

“I’ve waited a long time for that,” she stated a little later, as I thought I was about to drift off.

“What do you mean?”

She looked at me for a second then looked away. “I can’t say.”

I lifted her chin towards me so her eyes met mine. “You can tell me anything. You know that. I have a feeling you mean something. I know you well enough.”

Mum shuffled up the bed until we were both sat against the headboard. She grabbed my hand and locked our fingers together.

“I’ve been unhappy for so long. So, so long that I really can’t remember the last full day I was happy and content. But do you know what did make me happy, even if it was only for those brief moments?” I didn’t reply. I figured she was getting a lot off her chest. “You. That bastard isolated me. I lost contact with old friends. Was barely allowed out with new friends. He was just so… controlling. He tried to control you but it just never seemed to work. You did your own thing. And you always supported me. Your hugs, whenever I needed them, when you were younger or older, got me through the tough times.

And, this is the confession bit, the longer it went on, the less and less I loved your… Robert. I think I thought I loved him out of some obligation. Truth be told, that spark went a long time ago. But, as I said, he was controlling and I felt trapped. That’s when I started to look at you as… more than a son.”

“Really?” I asked.

She looked at me and smiled. “Innocently at first. I just mean I saw you develop into a man. And a good man at that. Responsible. Intelligent. And handsome. When you started playing rugby, and you broadened out and developed all these muscles over your body, I would take those extra few seconds just to enjoy my son hugging me because I knew you loved me more than he ever did. But I always knew you found your mother beautiful so I figured there was no harm in thinking my son was handsome. All mothers think their sons are handsome.”

“When did it become something more?”

“As soon as you became a man at eighteen. That’s when I allowed myself to fantasise. I would never have acted on any of it. I was still married to him, though I was miserable and I knew he cheated on me, though I had no proof. I still don’t know why he didn’t leave. I should have left, but where could I have gone? I have no money. My parents are dead and I don’t have any siblings. I have few friends I could rely on because I’ve lost contact with the good ones. And, for most of the time, you were too young for me to share my problems with.”

“When did it completely change?”

“The first time you stepped in front of him and protected me. Soon as you hit eighteen, that’s when your father did start to fear you. He saw you as the man you’d become. From that day, I did not see that man as my husband and I started to see you as…” She sighed before she flashed me a small grin. “That’s why I came into your room more and more. I couldn’t even bear the thought of being next to him. But when I snuggled into you, and I felt your arms around me, I slept blissfully. And I knew, deep down, that my feelings were changing and turning into something a mother should definitely not feel about her son. And, you know, I don’t regret a damned thing. You are a good man, Mark. I’m proud of you, both as a mother and as your…” She smiled, almost embarrassed, “Your girlfriend or your lover, take your pick. I wouldn’t trade what I have now for anything.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes before she looked at me. I looked at her as well and smiled. “Quite the confession. Thanks for your honesty.”

“So, what do you think now?”

“I think I love you a little bit more.”

She leaned across and kissed my cheek. “What about you? What changed for you to take this step?”

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but you already know that. I guess physically it changed in the past few months. I started to see you as more than just my mum. I saw you as a woman. A sexual being. And, once that happened, I was pretty much helpless after that. I won’t lie and say there was probably some base desire there once I faced down dipshit for your affections. But I don’t want to go down that road. We’ll end up talking about Freud and his theories.”

“Man had some valid points, it seems.”

We both chuckled before I continued. “But I just hated seeing you hurt. I just wanted to protect you, wrap you in my arms and shield you from everything but, in particular, him. I wanted to show you that a man would love and respect you as he should. I know I’m still young and lack life experience, but I know there was far more to love and life than what that dipshit had to offer. In the end, I knew I wanted to fight him for you. I wanted to defeat him, leave him feeling as less of a man compared to his son, then take your hand for myself and spend the rest of my life treating you… right.”

“And you did,” she whispered.

“I’m still angry in here,” I said, putting a hand over my heart, “About what he said to you on that last day. I swear I was ready to kill him. Not for what he said about me. I’ve known for years he despised me. But for what he said about you. That was the cherry on top of the shit treatment you’ve received at the hand of that man for years.”

She hugged me tightly. “I always wanted another baby,” she said, though I barely heard it.

That nearly set me off right there, blinking rapidly, feeling my heart break as Mum admitted the truth. Instead I just hugged her back. “That is precisely why I wanted to hit him again and again. And why I’ll now spend the rest of my life trying to… I don’t know, fill that void.”

She looked up again, her eyes glistening but another smile in the long list that I’d commit to memory. “You already have.”

I think we were both talked about by now as we lay in silence, Mum still hugging me tightly. Her hand continued to stroke my chest and just that was enough to keep me awake and stir a certain part of my body. I wasn’t sure if Mum would be in the right frame of mind after our chat, but perhaps with everything off her chest, she’d be feeling a lot better about life. Once my erection was up and ready, Mum turned towards me and lifted her leg over until she straddled my lap. Without uttering a sound, she then grabbed my cock and positioned it, before lowering herself down.

I was still sitting mostly upright so, when Mum had lowered herself down until I was fully inside her, we were at eye level. The gaze in her eyes into mine was something else. Lust. Love. Desire. Excitement. All in one look. Then she leaned forward and brushed her lips against mine, teasing me as I leaned forward. She leaned back and unclipped her bra and my mouth immediately went to one of her breasts as she slowly started to rock herself on my cock.

I alternated between her breasts, pretty much suckling at her hard nipples, as I grabbed her arse as she started to rock herself a little faster. I moved one hand to the middle of her back to keep her stable as she wrapped both hands around my neck, as I lifted my head and kissed her again. She moaned into my mouth as she picked her pace even more, the feel of her warm pussy around my cock the most exciting thing I’d ever experienced. She had to stop kissing me and take a deep breath, touching her forehead to mine, looking in my eyes. She was almost drooling from the pleasure.

I slowly started to thrust, not much, just enough to she would feel it and it wasn’t long before she was making all the noises I’d already learned to suggest she wasn’t far away.

“Fuck me, baby. Make me cum. Make your mother cum,” she whispered. Those were the first words she’d said in quite a while.

I grabbed her by the hips and lowered myself down a bit so I was a little more comfortable. Mum continued to rock herself as, still holding her hips, I started to thrust upwards. That made her shout, throwing her head back as she beckoned me to keep fucking her. Hearing her shout that was so hot that I nearly shot my wad, somehow holding it back as I knew it wouldn’t be long for her.

Then I felt the walls of her pussy clamp around my cock and a slight wetness, then she moaned loudly, telling me how much she loved me cock inside her, before she just started to repeat ‘Yes’ a few times. She kept going, though, not stopping as she continued to shudder from the post-effects of her orgasm. I knew she wanted to keep going so stopped moving. She glanced at me and knew what I was doing, gently pushing me by the shoulders until I was lying flat.

“You’re going to cum in me,” she stated.

I smirked. “Someone’s getting bossy.”

She kissed me hard and that nearly set me off. She knew me well as she started to properly bounce up and down on my cock. I had to stop kissing her as I had to groan myself, grabbing her arse by both hands again. I met her eyes as she gave me a suggestive look of ‘So, what next?’

I showed her as I flipped her over, my cock not leaving her pussy, and my mother was well and truly fucked for… probably the next two minutes at best. But she absolutely loved it and, by the time I came in her again, she was approaching another orgasm. So, even though I was well and truly spent, I kept myself upright with one hand while used my other one to stimulate her clit. It wasn’t long until she was practically convulsing underneath me, urging me on to leave my cock inside her and play with her clit.

The sounds she made while having that third orgasm would live with me forever.

*****

Chapter 3.2

I looked at the fourteen men around me as I took a knee. We were covered in mud. A few of us were bleeding. We were tired and worn out. It had been a long, tough game, considering the conditions. Wet, cold, muddy. I loved these guys as much as they loved me. We’d been through thick and thin over a number of seasons. I’d played with a few of them since I was a teenager, if not younger. Once I’d been made captain, even at my relatively young age, I knew I had their respect and they followed me nearly without question.

“Last play, lads. Last play. Let’s keep it simple. Keep possession. Don’t give away a penalty. But we need a try. No point taking the three because, if you know maths, that won’t do. Don’t worry, Micky, you’ll learn that soon enough.” There were a few chuckles. “First game of the season, lads. We’ve trained the past two months for this. We’re not starting with a loss. Deano, once you get the ball, set the plan in motion. With any luck, I’ll see you guys on the other side of the tryline.” I put my hand out. “What is our motto?” I asked as fourteen hands lay on top of mine.

Fifteen hands raised as one. “No bruises, no glory,” they stated.

There is no greater feeling in rugby than scoring the game winning try in the final minute of the game. The coach’s plan worked perfectly, so that by the time I received the ball on the wing, I only had two men to beat. I had a team-mate on my inside as a decoy, throwing a dummy at him, causing one of the defenders to move out of the way. I sidestepped the other, fending him off at the same time, before tucking the ball in my arm and bolting for the line twenty metres away. I could see at least three players running towards me to stop me, and I dove for the line, arms outstretched as they collided with me. I was sure I felt a rib crack as I landed heavily with a least two large men on top of me. But all pain disappeared when I heard the whistle blow to signal a try.

I immediately got to my feet to see all my teammates run towards me and was soon on the ground again as we celebrated. With the adrenaline still flowing through my veins, I still didn’t feel anything wrong as I jogged back to the halfway line, throwing the coach a thumbs up for a well thought out plan. The conversion wasn’t successful, but that didn’t matter.

The reason I like rugby is the respect. Every player respects the referee. And while you may exchange blows with the opposition, most issues are left on the field. The losers will clap off the winners, and the winners will do the same. I saw Mum on the sideline and I wandered over to see her, as did a few of my teammates going to see their partners or parents. Mum was very excited that I’d won the game.

She kissed me on the lips, only lightly, before she hugged me. “Careful, Caroline. I’m a bit muddy.”

She just kissed my cheek. “I don’t care! What a try, Mark! And that fend. You left him face down in the mud,” she finished with a chuckle.

“I was lucky. If the other guy hadn’t fallen for the dummy…”

“Will you be in the club later?”

“Of course. Just need to get changed into my suit.”

There was a raucous atmosphere in the changing room after our last minute victory. I sat down next to Deano as I started to get changed. “Who was the brunette?” he asked.

“Caroline.”

“Looks a bit like your mum.”

“Does she? I hadn’t noticed.”

He laughed. “Fuck off. I’m not saying a dead ringer but there are similarities. How old is she?”

“Older.”

“You dog!”

“I thought that was your mum?” Mick asked, looking confused.

“Deano thinks they look similar,” I replied with a shrug, “But I met her a few weeks ago.”

Mick still looked confused but shrugged. I was going to have to play this carefully as a few of these lads knew my mother, though they wouldn’t have seen her in a quite a while now. She used to go to all my games but hadn’t in the past two to three years, mostly because of dipshit. I was hoping they wouldn’t remember her too well and that we’d get away with it. Otherwise, I’d just have to play it off as some elaborate joke. That meant we couldn’t be too open about our relationship but I had no problem being a little affectionate. I could just use the excuse that we were close, at least.

Once we were all changed into our club suits, we headed to the clubhouse where we mingled with the opposition, swapping rugby stories as we consumed a beer or two. Mum joined me and stayed on my arm, and I saw one or two of my teammates doing double takes. I know why they’d think she didn’t look the same. She had a never ending smile. All the worry and stress was gone. She was dressing far sexier, showing much more skin, even though it wasn’t particularly warm. We both knew we were pushing our luck but, as long as we didn’t actually get found out, it was all part of the fun.

I only had one beer before I told them all I was heading home, suggesting I may have to go to the doctor as my rib was really starting to hurt. Once I was sat in the car, I suffered a real shot of pain and Mum was now concerned.

“We should go to the hospital.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Mark…”

I looked at her. She was only concerned, face matching her tone. I relented, because she only cared, after all. “Okay, we’ll go straight there.”

I spent a couple of hours at the hospital where, after an x-ray, they could confirm there wasn’t a break, not even a crack. They said it was just two large men tackling then landing on me which caused the significant bruising. Therefore, I was told to take it easy while given a small dose of painkillers as they thought I might struggle with sleep for a couple of days.

On the way home, we were driving past a park when Mum suggested I pull into the adjoining car park. I wondered what she wanted, sex not even crossing my mind, as I parked up, looking around to see it was completely deserted. I turned to Mum and she had a look in her eyes I already knew well.

“Seriously?” I asked, unable to hold back my chuckle.

She leaned over. “I want you now. Do you know how hot and wet I got watching you play rugby?” I just nodded as I had a fair idea. “Lower your pants and push your seat back.”

I did as she asked as Mum pulled down her panties, handing them to me. Of course, they were already wet. I made her laugh as I put them in my mouth, mentioning how tasty they were. She hiked up her skirt and clambered over to my side of the car. I groaned as I felt my cock slide inside her.

“God, I needed this,” she whispered as she started to slowly bounce up and down on my cock.

“You’re insatiable lately.”

“Are you complaining?”

“Never. Just stating a fact.”

She wrapped both arms around me, holding her body close to mine. “I just need my lover, that’s all.”

I lowered the back part of my seat to make us both a little more comfortable. Mum unbuttoned her shirt, taking that off before she took off her bra, leaving her in just a skirt. She lowered herself down so I could play with her breasts and soon I had a nipple on my mouth. She just gasped as I flicked it with my tongue and perhaps nibbled at it a bit.

“I think we should make this a post-match ritual. Find a place to fuck on the way home from your match.”

That sounded like a bloody fine idea to me. Mum was well and truly horny as it wasn’t long until she was ready to cum, moving in such a way that she’d rub her clit against me, and I knew my cock was inside her in such a way that it touched all the right areas. As Mum said, my cock was made for her as she constantly commented that it fit her perfectly and made her cum nearly every time.

Once she started to make those sounds I knew meant impending orgasm, I grabbed an arse cheek with one hand and fucked her silly. It was now a race to see who would cum first, a silly thing we did as we’d had enough sex to read each other well. Mum still wasn’t the most vocal of lovers, but I didn’t mind, she still told me what was good or great, and still made all the sounds I would expect. But I guess she was still a little shy, or she was just getting used to the near constant sex we were having. Once she started to orgasm, and I felt her pussy clamp on my cock, I probably had a half dozen more thrusts myself before I came inside her again.

There was only heavy breathing for the next couple of minutes as we recovered, Mum having collapsed on my chest. Eventually she lifted her head and I could see the light sheen of sweat across her forehead, her cheeks red for the exertion and her lips slightly parted as she panted.

I just caressed her cheek. “You are beautiful, Caroline.”

“You’re not bad yourself, Mr. Green.”

I’d changed my name not long after our first night together. We were now Mr. Green and Ms. Brown, partners, lovers, but also mother and son, not anyone was aware. Our neighbours certainly didn’t know. We’d gotten to know a few of them and they thought we were just a regular couple. Some made mention of our obvious age gap, generally only in jest, suggesting it wasn’t strange for a young man to end up with a woman as beautiful as my mother.

The divorce had gone through rather quickly. Mum kept the same divorce lawyer and, with all our evidence, we were assured a rather quick case. Applying was easy and the grounds for the divorce were quite simple. Adultery, as evidenced by everything I found. Unreasonable behaviour, including both verbal and physical abuse. Once we paid costs, dipshit didn’t even bother responding, considering we made no application for money or assets from him, so we applied for a decree nisi. The six weeks after that were probably the longest of our lives, just waiting for him to fuck up our lives somehow. But there was still nothing, so on the very day we could apply, we sent off the documents for a decree absolute. Every afternoon we arrived home, we checked for the letter that would finally grant her a release. The day it finally did, Mum and I celebrated.

I took her out for dinner, drinks and a dance, unable to wipe the smile off our faces. Then we headed home and made love until the dawn.

Back to the present day, Mum was still on my lap, her arms wrapped around me and her head on my chest. I really didn’t feel like moving whenever she was laying on top of me and my cock was inside her. She loved it too. She would sometimes climb on top of me in the morning, knowing I would have morning wood, and she would just slide herself down then lean forward and make out with me, barely moving otherwise. She just liked to be filled, or that was her excuse anyway.

Mum finally stirred and sat up. I just held her by the waist and looked her up and down. “What?” she asked.

“Just looking.”

She still blushed whenever I did. Her self-confidence was slowly but surely coming back. I had no real idea what she was like as a younger woman but, considering how she’d been treated for nearly two decades, it was little wonder she was still shy sometimes. I just ran a hand down the centre of her chest and stomach and back before running it around her back and dragging her down for a hug, feeling her breasts against my chest.

“I’m so lucky,” she whispered in my ear.

“If you’re lucky, then I wonder what I am?”

“You’re mine.”

I chuckled. “Now and forever.”

“Are you hungry?”

“Starving. Want to go out for dinner?”

“I think we probably need a shower first. Unless you want to go out smelling of sex.”

“While I find the idea funny, I wouldn’t mind a change of clothes.”

We checked outside the car and, finding we were still very much alone, we got out and got dressed, Mum giggling away as she did so. I drove the rest of the way home, Mum suggesting we should head to the same park tomorrow for a picnic. I thought that was a great idea, particularly as the weather was supposed to be good.

Back at the apartment, we headed straight for a shower, and unsurprisingly Mum invited me to join her. She took great delight in washing me down, claiming I was still dirty after rugby. While I would never say Mum would lie to me, she did spend a lot of time washing my chest and back before practically massaging my legs. Surprisingly, she barely touched my groin, gently cleaning it but giving it nowhere as much attention. She must have noticed my face as she simply looked up at me and said, “Later.” Then she added “My turn.”

I can say right now; I was merciless in my teasing. Oh, she was washed properly alright, there wouldn’t have been a spec of dirt on her entire body. But I had her practically begging for release as I otherwise massaged her entire body. As you’ve likely already gathered, I do a lot of reading, not always about sex, but if I think of something I think she would like, I’ll research and then put it into practice.

It got to the point where I had her backed against the wall, my tongue in her mouth, before she broke away and begged me to do something. Lick her hard nipples. Finger her pussy. Or simply fuck her. I smiled at her as I turned off the water. “Okay, I think we should get dressed and go out for dinner.”

I grabbed a towel and started to wipe myself down as I offered a towel to Mum. She looked incredibly unhappy as she grabbed the towel but just stood there, so I took if off her and dried her, kissing her at the same time.

“This is mean,” she grumbled.

“It’ll be worth it later, won’t it?”

She appeared thoughtful, then smiled. “I guess I won’t last very long,” she stated with a giggle, “But I’m going to be turned on all through dinner.”

“How do you think I feel most of the time I’m around you?” I stopped drying her hair as she looked at me with wide eyes. “Come on, Caroline, I have to stop myself leaping on you all the time, otherwise we’d never get anything done.”

Her cheeks started to glow red. “I guess I realise but hearing you say it…”

“I’m a 20-year-old in a relationship with a beautiful 40-year-old woman, who I love and desire almost more than life itself. I’m pretty much a walking erection at the moment.”

She looked down for a moment before meeting my eyes again. “Speaking of which…”

I chuckled. “Exactly. We’re both going to suffer through dinner.”

Somehow, we both managed to get dressed and head out the door without leaping on each other. We only headed to a local restaurant that served the usual food we wanted. We ended up just having burgers and fries with a beer on the side. Mum then said she wanted a sundae, so we ended up sharing one of those too, taking great pleasure in feeding each other. Of course, she made all manner of appreciative noises and sucked on the spoon in such a fashion that it was only fabulous self-control on my part that didn’t end up with her lying back on our table, panties to the side as I buried my cock inside her. Those thoughts certainly passed through my mind, causing me to smirk, and Mum just smiled at me, knowing exactly what I thinking.

Thankfully it was only a short drive back to the apartment, as Mum was very touchy-feely as I was driving home, her hand eventually resting on my crotch, where she would have felt my half-erect cock through my trousers. Once she started to rub it, I had to tell her to stop, advising her it was very distracting while I was trying to drive. She then took off her panties and jammed them in my mouth. I don’t have a panty fetish, if you’re wondering, I just appreciated the fact Mum wore nice ones, and they were usually wet by the time I got to them. Once again, those in my mouth were very wet.

“How do you think I feel?” she groaned.

We fucked for five minutes at most after walking in the front door. We didn’t make it to the bedroom. We barely made the living room. We hadn’t christened the couch, so Mum practically dragged me there while undressing. She sat me down, climbed on and rode herself to one hell of a climax. I couldn’t help but chuckle once we were both done. All she did was lightly slap my shoulder.

“I wanted that before we went out!”

“But was it worth the wait?”

She smiled and kissed me. “It’s always worth it.” Then she looked down. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to keep this inside me as I snuggle into you. Do you have a problem with that?”

“None at all. You make yourself comfortable, Caroline.” Then I smirked. “Can I watch a little TV?”

“No more sex for now. I just want your cock inside me. So don’t mind me. Though I may want to talk a bit later,” she mumbled.

She was falling asleep no more than ten minutes later, so I didn’t even bother switching on the TV. Instead, I carried her to bed, as she was awake enough to wrap her legs around me, before I lay down on the bed and she just slept on my chest. It was so adorable I was tempted to take a photo. Next morning, she was still in place, though my cock had fallen out overnight. As it was hard once again due to the ever reliable morning wood, all she did was shuffle so she could re-insert it, then went back to sleep.

“Hang on…” I started.

She just shushed me. “Still sleeping,” she whispered. I guess I couldn’t really complain, so I just wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. “Love you,” she said quietly.

“I love you too.”

Of course, I couldn’t sleep with a raging hard-on that rested inside my mother’s nice, warm pussy. I think I lasted another five to ten minutes at most before I whispered, “I really need to fuck you.”

“Go for it,” she mumbled, still half asleep. Since I was given permission, I just slowly started to thrust, knowing it wouldn’t take long for her to be involved. After a minute, she was already moaning and moving her body in a way that suggested her excitement was climbing. After another minute, she moved her head so she could look at me. “Well, this is a fine way to be woken up,” with a cheeky grin on her face.

I was surprised when she climbed off me, but then she lay next to me and lifted her legs up, holding them apart so they were out of my way but bending them. I loved it when she did that as it completely exposed her pussy, glistening in the morning light, and I knew I’d fuck her even deeper. I then grabbed a pillow and placed it under her butt and she smiled, knowing exactly what was going to happen, kissing her as I entered her again.

“Oh, fuck,” she moaned.

“Good?”

“Uh-huh. Too good.”

I fucked her hard. I’ll admit I couldn’t get enough of her pussy, whether it was mouth, fingers or cock. And I know she felt the same way about me. Every weekend, if we stayed at home, we barely left the bedroom at times. Mum was probably making up for years of being ignored. I just loved being with a woman who loved sex as much as myself. The fact she was my Mum and my lover just made it even better. I was soon pounding her hard, not something I always did, but she was loving it this morning, moving one hand to my arse and almost urging me on.

“I want to cum on you,” I stated once I knew I was close.

“Of course, baby. I love watching you shoot.”

It wasn’t something we did too often, as quite frankly, I preferred finishing inside her, as did she. But sometimes she’d take a load on her tits or in her mouth, and we were going to shower soon anyway. Mum was soon near screaming as I sped up, feeling the urge to cum getting closer and closer, before I pulled out and shot. The first went all the way to her face. Mum, being as good as she is, opened her mouth and most of it went in. The second shot followed the first, though the rest ended up on her chest and stomach. I simply held myself up, feeling absolutely covered in sweat.

“10 points, sweetie,” Mum stated, as she wiped her face of cum, putting it in her mouth.

“Shouldn’t that be 20?”

She smirked. “It didn’t all go in. It’s better if you just put your cock in my mouth.”

I cracked up in laughter. “I’ll remember that next time.”

“I’m going to need a shower. I assume you’ll be joining me?” I gave her a look, suggesting that was a stupid question. “Good. Because I need an orgasm and I think you need to finish me off.”

“Fingers or mouth?”

“I think you should be on your knees as you eat my pussy.”

I felt my cock twitch. “Naughty,” I stated, raising an eyebrow, “I love it.”

Did I end up on my knees in the shower? Of course I bloody did! Did Mum have one hell of an orgasm? It was so good that it was only my neck muscles that kept her standing, her legs practically giving out as I ate her to at least a pair of orgasms. Once I was done, she ended up her knees in front of me, kissing me hard before just hugging me tightly. I had learned over time that Mum could sometimes get a little emotional after orgasm. I’m not sure if it was a natural thing, but she said it did have a lot to do with the fact I always tried to make her feel special, just like I told her I would, whether it was something simple as holding her hand, or perhaps taking her out for dinner or enjoying mind blowing sex together.

“I’m being silly,” she eventually stated.

“Never apologise for wanting to have a good cry. And I’m always here for cuddles.” I added as a whisper, “I like cuddles. Don’t tell anyone else that.”

She looked at me with another smile, laughing at the same time. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Ditto.” I cupped her cheek as always. “But you’re my girl.”

She giggled again. “You make me feel like I’m half my age when you look at me and tell me things like that. No wonder I’m always giddy. All the girls at work want to meet the man who put this constant smile on my face.”

“Still want to go out for that picnic?”

A radiant smile appeared. “That would be lovely.”

We spent the rest of the morning preparing to go out. I popped out to a local store to grab things we didn’t have in the house, and it wasn’t long until we had enough food prepared to feed us all day. We made sure to take a blanket with us as we packed everything into my car before thinking of where we should go. I checked my phone and sat nav for options and we chose a nature reserve outside the city limits.

It was a beautiful sunny day and the roads were quiet the closer we approached the reserve. There were only a few cars in the carpark so we were hopeful we would be able to find a peaceful spot. I checked the map and found a path that would eventually lead to a lake. We wandered hand in hand, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the light breeze. Mum was dressed only a light summer dress, thin straps at her shoulders and barely as far down as her knees. She certainly wore far different clothing with me than when she was with… him.

We wandered past one or two couples and families, most of those staying near the playground. We kept walking until we were sure it was only us, skirting the lake until Mum pointed out a spot that would perhaps give us a bit of privacy. I laid the blanket down first before we sat down, Mum immediately sitting between my legs and leaning back as we stared out over the lake. I just wrapped my arms around her.

“Safe,” she said quietly.

“At least we have some privacy. Fancy a dip later?”

She glanced backwards. “Good thing I brought my bikini.”

I could help raised my eyebrows. “Bikini?”

“Of course. My lover thinks I’m beautiful. I have the body for it, don’t I?”

“Hell yes. I’m just… surprised.”

She leaned back and kissed my cheek. “I’m wearing it for you too. I’m hoping you’ll get excited.”

I chuckled. “That’s a guarantee. I’m already thinking about it.”

As the day grew warmer, we applied a little cream to exposed skin once Mum took off her dress and lay back in her bikini. A simple black one but I had to control myself as my eyes gazed over her. I was rather liberal as I applied the cream, spending plenty of time massaging it into her skin. All she did was laugh, knowing exactly what I was up to.

We eventually lay back together, Mum snuggling into me as we lay in mostly silence, though we’d share the occasional word. We were simply relaxing for now. Lunch was a simple affair of salad and cold meats, crackers and cheese, a little fruit as well plus we’d also put a bottle of wine in the basket. I tried to be romantic by feeding Mum, though we both descended into giggles.