TITLE    : Mum Moves In
STORYID  : mum-moves-in
SUMMARY  : A short story about a mother and son.
AUTHOR   : AnAverageGuy61@lit
DATE     : 2022-12-11
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |mother|son|


After a hectic day at work I was glad to get home. I had just got out of the shower when the doorbell rang, tying a towel around my waist I cautiously opened the front door.

My Mum was standing there. "Can I come in please Terry?"

"Yeah sure Mum. Take a seat, I'll just get dressed." I dashed back upstairs. Throwing on a pair of clean jeans and a t-shirt, I went back downstairs to Mum.

"To what do I owe the pleasure Mum?" It wasn't unusual for my Mum to visit, what was unusual is that she normally called over on Saturday afternoon.

"I need somewhere to stay, Terry. Can I stay here for a few days?"

"Yeah sure Mum. Not that I don't want you here, but why do you need a place to stay?"

"Your father and I have not been getting along for a while. He came home tonight and told me he has found someone else, as he owns the house he told me to leave."

"Is there any chance you guys can fix this? Or is it over between you both?" I asked.

"Honestly no! After some of the things your father said to me before I left there is no chance of that."

To say I was pissed off was an understatement. I knew my Dad could be an arsehole, I just didn't figure he could be this much of an arsehole. I also knew things weren't right between my parent's, several times I entered the house and they stopped yelling at each other. "You can stay here Mum. Do you have anything with you, like clothes and stuff?"

"There is a small bag in the car. I told your Dad I would collect the rest of my stuff over the weekend."

"I'll get the bag for you. We can go and collect the rest of your stuff tomorrow." I went out to get Mum's bag from her car. When I went inside mum was making a coffee for both of us.

"Have you eaten Mum?"

"I had something at lunchtime, but nothing since then."

"Let me put some shoes on and we can go out to eat." I went upstairs to get dressed properly, I took the chance to slip some boxer shorts under my jeans. Over our meal mum told me that Dad started being an arsehole soon after I left home. It had been two-years since I moved out, god knows how Mum put up with it for that long. As Mum talked I looked at her, for a woman of forty-four she still looked good. With long brunette hair and green eyes, she was very attractive. I figured it wouldn't be long before she found a replacement for Dad.

I helped Mum make up the spare bed when we arrived home. I also suggested we go and collect her stuff tomorrow, If Dad was being an arsehole, I wouldn't put it past him to throw it on the lawn out of spite. Mum went to bed early, she looked drained after the events of the day.

Collecting the rest of Mum's stuff was challenging. Dad was in a sarcastic mood. I think a lot of it was him showing off to his new woman. Personally I wanted to punch him in the mouth, Mum said to ignore him and let it go.

He introduced me to Helen, she was pretty enough. My concern was her age. Helen was a little older than myself. My opinion, which I kept to myself, was that she was all tits and teeth. A nice smile, a great rack, all that was missing was the t-shirt with gold digger written across it.

I stayed quiet as I boxed up Mum's books, CD's and other stuff she wanted. Mum gathered up her clothes. I found out later Dad laid them on the bed in the spare room, Helen's stuff was already in the wardrobe. When Mum was satisfied we had all she wanted, we turned to leave.

"Where do I send the divorce papers?" Dad called out, smiling as he waited for an answer.

"Send them to my house. Mum is staying with me."

"I might have known she would run to you. Typical of the lazy cow, too idle to find a place on her own." I scowled at Dad before I closed the door behind me.

"Sorry Terry. I didn't think he would be like that with you there."

"No worries Mum. To be honest I think you are best off out of there. His new woman is nice looking, but I don't think it will end well for him." Mum smiled at my assessment of Helen.

Back at home we got Mum's stuff indoors, I helped carry Mum's clothes upstairs. I left to cook dinner as Mum sorted her lingerie into the dresser, I'm not a prude I just didn't want to see my own mother's bras and panties. Mum joined me for dinner when she was done.

"While you are here Mum please treat the place as your own." Mum nodded a thank you.

Having Mum stay with me wasn't a problem, not for me. Kim, the girl I was seeing, thought it was a problem.

"Terry, I don't feel like I can be myself with your Mum here. If we get out of bed we have to get dressed, I liked it when we could walk around naked. When we do see her, she always looks like she knew what we were doing the night before in bed. I'm sorry Terry, but I can't stay over with your Mum here."

That killed my relationship with Kim, I made it clear I wasn't throwing my Mum out to please her.

Mum felt guilty when she found out about Kim and me breaking up, I told her not to blame herself. Despite me saying it wasn't her fault, Mum blamed herself. We sat and I told Mum that Kim and I were never going to be anything other than friends with benefits, that seemed to do the trick.

Less than a week after we collected Mum's stuff she received the divorce papers, Dad was offering 50% of their savings and Mum's car.

"Not much to show for all those years Mum."

"It's better than I expected, Terry. I'll sign these and he can have them back, to be honest I am just glad to get away from him. He showed his true colours soon after you moved out." Mum signed the papers and returned them. Mum never went into much detail about how my Dad was after I moved out, I didn't press the issue in case it upset Mum.

I answered the door a few nights later to Dad, he stepped inside without being asked and looked at Mum sitting on the couch. Taking an envelope from his pocket he tossed it at Mum. "That's your half of the savings. You already have your car, in my book that's us done!" Dad turned and left the house without another word.

"Thank you and fuck you!" Mum muttered as he left. I sat and hugged Mum, despite what she said it was a bad end to twenty-four years of marriage.

"Terry, do you have any wine?"

"No. But I'll go and get some. What would you prefer, red or white?"

"A nice red would be good, thanks."

I walked to the convenience store to get two bottles of red wine and some beer. By the time we went to bed Mum had finished one and a half bottles of wine, I had drunk six beers.

When I arrived home from work on Monday, Mum had been busy. The house had been cleaned and all the laundry was done. I wasn't an untidy person but my house definitely lacked a woman's touch. I noticed a couple of very tiny thongs on the pile of clothing, Mum spotted me staring.

"Yes they are mine. I'm old, not dead!"

"You're not old, Mum. Besides, you never looked your age anyway."

"You have to say that, after all you're my son. I got them to try and get your father interested in me, sadly they were a waste of money."

"Don't be so sure. You could snare any man if you were wearing this," I smiled as I picked up the skimpy lace thong.

"Right now finding another man couldn't be further from my mind, I'll look when I'm ready. That is unless you are in a hurry to get me hitched and out of your hair?"

"Not at all Mum. I told you that you are welcome to stay for as long as you like. Longer if you are going to wear these," I laughed as I twirled the thong around my finger.

Mum took the thong from me and placed it with the laundry. "I might just do that! It would be nice to have a young man interested in me. After all, If it's good enough for your father."

I smiled and shook my head. Mum laughed as I went to take a quick shower. As I showered I imagined Mum in a thong, I had to get those thoughts out of my head as I started to get hard. I didn't have time to rub one out in the shower.

Mum didn't make any further references or innuendos to her underwear. Throughout the week it was perfectly normal, I went to work while Mum stayed at home. One evening Mum suggested she should get a job, as we weren't hurting for money I said it was her decision. In the evenings we watched TV or talked before going to bed. The only change I noticed was Mum seemed happier, I put that down to her being away from Dad.

On Saturday, Mum insisted on coming along when I went grocery shopping. Apart from a few sensible suggestions, she added some wine to the trolley. Mum and I went out for a drink in the evening, it was just a chance for us to both get out of the house. We were only gone for a couple of hours at most. Arriving home Mum took a shower, wearing a robe she sat beside me on the sofa.

I was drinking a beer, Mum had a glass of wine. We talked as the television played in the background, eventually Mum turned the talk around to personal stuff.

"How come you haven't found another girlfriend Terry?"

"No particular reason." After the issue with Kim, I hadn't bothered looking for someone else.

We discussed our love lives, or lack thereof. I wasn't sure if Mum had an ulterior motive when she turned the conversation to our love lives, her next question answered that for me.

"Did you mean what you said about me getting a man?"

"Huh?" I looked at Mum.

"You know. When you said I wouldn't have a problem getting a date."

"Oh that. Yeah of course I meant it. Did you think I was joking?"

"I wasn't sure. I just wanted to know if you were being honest or saying it in the hope I would move out. I suppose this will tell me the truth." Mum stood up and shucked off her robe. I stared at my mother in front of me, all she had on was a lace bra and matching thong. As much as my brain knew it was wrong, my cock didn't. It was uncomfortably hard and Mum spotted it. I saw her smile as she held out her hand for me to get up.

I must have looked like a complete idiot as I stood up smiling and still staring at Mum. I'm sure I jumped when Mum stroked my cock through my trousers, I know my cock twitched.

"Prove it Terry. Prove to me that I still have what it takes."

"Mum as much as I would love to, there are laws in this country about Mum's and sons having sex."

Mum smiled. "The law only applies if people find out. Now are you going to prove it or not?"

Nervously I pulled Mum close and kissed her, she wanted proof and she was going to get it. Mum was still kissing me when I scooped her into my arms, the kiss continued as I carried Mum upstairs. I pushed the bedroom door open with my foot, Mum broke the kiss when I lowered her onto my bed. I looked at her and admired the sexy woman laying on my bed.

Mum giggled as she removed her bra and thong. I looked at her pussy, she had it shaved with a thin strip of hair. Yanking off my t-shirt I knelt down, my tongue invaded Mum's pussy.

"Oh Fuck!" Mum gasped and bucked underneath me as I licked her clit. The first orgasm hit with very little work from me, I wondered when Mum last got laid. My face was soaked when I stood up to remove my jeans and boxer shorts.

"Wow! You definitely didn't get that from your Dad. Fuck me Terry. Don't mess about just fuck me!" Mum had her hand wrapped around my cock.

Always the obedient son I did as I was told. Mum gasped as my cock slid inside her. "Fuck that's big!"

I pounded Mum as if my life depended on it, for all I knew it did. Mum was thrashing about and screaming as my cock slammed in and out of her, I winced as I felt her finger nails dig into my shoulders. Mum wailed like a banshee as she orgasmed, I roared out loud as I shot a load of cum into her. When we stopped I looked down at Mum, she had her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

"Thank you Terry," Mum gasped out. "Thank you."

I was panting like an exhausted dog. "Anytime Mum. Anytime."

Mum and I slipped beneath the sheets. I held Mum as she cuddled into me as she drifted off to sleep.

I woke in the morning to find Mum still huddled close to me. Needing to pee, I slipped out of bed trying not to wake her. When I got back in bed Mum woke up, I waited for the inevitable apology about last night; it never happened. Mum did ask if I was okay with what had happened.

"Sure am Mum. I know it's wrong but screw the law."

"So are you up for morning sex?" Mum asked, smiling. She knew I would say yes.

"Last night Terry I wanted you to fuck me. This morning I want you to make love to me, I presume you know the difference?"

"I do indeed. Let me show you."

Mum and I made love, it was slow and sensual. Mum got three orgasms before I got off.

"You keep this up and I will never leave!"

"Good, I don't want you to leave. I want you to stay for as long as you like Mum. Dad's a fucking idiot for throwing you away!"

After that morning we never discussed the topic again, Mum knew she was welcome and I wanted her to stay more than anything. Sometimes I went out with my friends, occasionally Mum came with me. Most of the guys knew my Dad had thrown her out. As nobody made any snide comments, I assumed they took our relationship at face value. A mother and son sharing a house. If only they knew the truth.

Apart from our different tastes in music Mum and I got along fine. Occasionally Mum's brother Jack visited with his wife, I got on well with both of them. Jack commented one night that Mum seemed a lot happier recently, I said it was down to her being away from Dad.

Mum kept her clothes and stuff in the spare room in case we had visitors, it didn't hurt to keep up the pretence of Mum having her own room. I was happy to have Mum sharing my bed, even when we just slept it was great having her lying beside me.

I parked the car on the street one evening when I got home from work, as I walked towards the house Dad approached me.

"Is your mother still living here?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"I need to talk to her. If that's okay with you?"

"You had better come in then. I warn you though Dad, you start anything and I will throw you out." I stepped indoors with Dad close behind. "Mum, you have a visitor."

Mum turned and stared as Dad walked into the kitchen, Mum had a blank expression on her face.

"Hello Molly."

"Hello John. What can I do for you?"

"I'd like to talk if you don't mind?" Mum shrugged her shoulders. I stayed behind Dad just in case he started trouble.

"What I wanted to say, no what I wanted to ask was, have you thought about." Dad was nervously stumbling. "No, what I mean is, would you give some thought to us getting back together?" Dad stood and puffed out his chest, proud that he had finally managed to say something coherent. Mum again stared with a blank expression on her face. I was thinking "<em>Say no. Please say no, please."</em>

Mum looked and cracked a smile, then she burst out laughing. "You have got to be fucking joking? After all the shit I put up with, not to forget the crap you said about me before you threw me out. Now you come here and ask me to consider getting back with you?" Mum glared at Dad. "Fuck off John. I mean that in the nastiest possible way!" Mum stood with her arms folded waiting for Dad to leave.

"I think it's best if you leave Dad." Dad nodded and turned away, his head bowed as he left.

I walked back to Mum. "You okay Mum?"

"Yes, I'm fine. I cannot believe the arrogance of that man. After all he said and did, now he wants me to go back to him? Not a fucking chance in hell!" Mum lunged at me for a hug as she burst into tears.

"You never told me Mum, what did Dad say to you?"

"When he told me he wanted me to leave he said it was because I was a shit wife. According to him I am a lousy lay and not much good for anything else. That's the short version."

"Like I said, Dad's a fucking idiot. He doesn't deserve you."

"He's not going to get me either. I told you Terry I am here for as long as you'll have me."

I turned the cooker off and led Mum upstairs. We spent time making love, Mum had several orgasms and I got off twice. After that we put on robes and went downstairs to eat. Mum asked me not to let Dad near her again. I said I doubt he would bother her again, especially after her response to his earlier question.

Two-weeks later I happened to be driving past the old house, I couldn't miss the for sale sign outside. I decided not to tell Mum, after all she didn't seem bothered about him anymore.

I never saw Dad again after the night he left my house. His own house sold quickly. I received a birthday card from him that year, after that nothing ever again. My grandparents said he was doing okay, but even they weren't entirely sure of where he lived. Eventually Mum found out about Dad selling the house, she asked me if I knew anything about it.

"I knew he sold the house. Where he went and who he is with I have no idea."

"Strange that he never said anything to you or his family. I wonder why he moved away?"

"I don't know for sure but I think he was selling the house to cover a debt that Helen ran up. The moving away was probably because you turned down his suggestion of a reconciliation. I don't know for sure but that's my thinking."

"Somehow I doubt that Terry. Your Dad couldn't get rid of me fast enough."

"That's maybe Mum. But I saw the face of a broken man the night you laughed at him, I think he finally realised what he had thrown away."

Mum hugged me. "Forget about him Terry. We have each other, that's good enough for me." Mum rested her head on my chest, I kissed the top of her head.

"Take me to bed Terry. Make love to me please." I didn't need asking twice. Mum and I have been living together for almost three years now. Sexually the only thing off limits was anal sex. Kim was great at sucking cock, but she was a complete amateur compared to Mum. Mum loved to swallow, her reason was if you were going to do it, then do it right. I made Mum squirt with my tongue and fingers, something Dad never did apparently. To the outside world we are mother and son sharing a house, behind closed doors we are lovers. I love to watch Mum walk about in just a thong, seeing her like that always gets me hard.

Mum has since found a job, she insisted on paying her way. Each year I took Mum out for a meal on her birthday. Last year the waiter thought we were married. I didn't bother explaining, Mum just smiled at me as he walked away after taking our food order. I get a kick out of people thinking we are a couple, I'm sure some of my friends think we are more than housemates, they just don't want to say anything for fear of pissing me off.

I went along to Mum's employer's Christmas party with her. I could tell by the looks we were getting, some people were not sure if we were lovers or mother and son as we claimed to be. Mum had explained to her colleagues that she was divorced and living with her son, when people asked why she gave them a direct answer.

"Because my son is the only man I trust not to hurt me. After the shit I put up with from my ex-husband, I needed to be with someone I can trust and rely on." After that nobody asked Mum any questions about us. To make it look good I told her colleagues that I was single, having recently split up with my girlfriend.

My life couldn't be better right now. I am sharing my house and my life with a woman that I love, and who loves me.

