Working Class Man
A son has to step up to take care of his mother.
A/N - Hello! Haven't written a simple son and mother romance in ages. Now you'll know what to expect going forward.
Check the tags as there might be one or two topics / themes that some readers don't enjoy, even in these stories.
Usual caveats. All editing and reviewing done the author with Microsoft Word. Spelling is usually spot on. Australian / British English. Definitely the occasional typo. Grammar can be ropey at times, but it's been a long time since I sat in a classroom. All mistakes owned up to by the author. Please remember this is only fantasy and I'm an amateur.
Comments and feedback appreciated as always.
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Working hard to make a living
Bringing shelter from the rain
A father's son left to carry on
Blue denim in his veins
Oh oh oh he's a working class man
- 'Working Class Man', Jimmy Barnes
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Mum gripped my hand tightly as we sat side by side, the celebrant droning on and on. We were surrounded by close friends and family. My grandparents on both sides. Aunts and uncles, brothers and sisters of my parents. A few cousins. Friends of my parents and my grandparents. I heard the soft sobbing of my father's mother. No parent wants to bury their child.
I was sixteen years old at the time. My father was thirty-three when he was killed. He'd been out for a couple of after work beers with a couple of close friends. CCTV later showed that, after a minor disagreement over a spilled drink, he was punched from behind by the person he'd had the disagreement. The hit alone may not have killed him, but when his head smacked onto the edge of the bar, it was thought he was already dead by the time he hit the floor.
The court case had barely started by the time we were ready to say goodbye to my father.
There would be no burial. We were not a religious family, and one of his requests had been for his body to be cremated upon his death. So as the celebrant droned on, my mother leaned into my side, feeling her body shaking as she cried. Letting go of her hand, I wrapped my arm around her shoulders with my left and took her hand again with my right.
"Thank you," she managed to whisper in between her sobs. I replied by kissing the top of her head, pulling her closer to me. Ever since the night the police had arrived at our front door to tell us, Mum had relied on me, having to be wiser beyond my years as my mother fell apart.
My parents were your oft talked about teenage parents. At the time we buried my father, Mum was only thirty-one years old. They'd only been dating a few months when Mum told him she was pregnant. Thankfully, unlike numerous other stories about young men running from their responsibilities, my father quit school and immediately went looking for a job. He found one easily enough, but with only his High School Certificate, having only complete four of six years at high school, his options were going to be limited for a long time.
Those first few years were difficult for our small family. My father moved in with my mother and her parents once she was about six months along. After I was born, the crib was placed in their bedroom, though my parents knew that situation couldn't remain for too long. Thankfully, the two sets of parents came together to assist our small family into our own apartment. It was a tiny two-bedroom place, but it was somewhere we could call home.
I don't remember too much from those early years. What I realised rather quickly when at school is that my family wasn't the only one struggling. I learned later as I grew up that my parents did what they could, but the most important things were a roof over my head, clothes on my back and food in my belly. It was up to my grandparents and other relatives to spoil me, usually on my birthday and at Christmas.
One thing I realised as I grew up is that despite the circumstances, my mother and father were still deeply in love with each other, at least in those early years. When I was five years old, they wed in a very simple ceremony in the backyard of her parents' place, and although I did hear the occasional argument or disagreement while growing up, it was generally a happy enough household while I was growing up.
My mother did want another child, but considering life was a struggle, whenever I asked about a sibling, my parents would sit me down and explain that life was expensive, and with three mouths already to feed, a fourth one would make things even more difficult. By the time I was at primary school, my father was now working as a tradesman for an old friend from high school, who had his own business, while my mother managed to find work as a part-time receptionist, but she had only just completed her own High School Certificate by the time she gave birth.
By the time I entered high school, we'd managed to move into a larger three-bedroom apartment though things were still difficult. Dad managed to get a better job, making at least a little more money, but not even having a Higher School Certificate counted him out of many jobs, and he simply didn't have the time or energy to continue any studies. As for my mother, she did manage to complete some night classes to finish her High School Certificate, and she did fine herself a full-time job as a secretary. But even with two wages, things were still difficult after all the rent and bills were paid, leaving little money for any luxuries. Dad drove a beat-up used car. Mum relied on lifts to get around. My grandparents bought me a decent bike for me to ride around on, otherwise I'd rely on public transport or I'd walk.
Hitting my mid-teens, I'd long come to accept that life in the western suburbs wasn't always easy, my father a working class, blue-collar worker, doing his best to support his small family, I couldn't complain nor want for anything. Sure, I watched as friends were bought the latest technology, lived in their own homes, ate out more often, but my parents were still happy. I was content with my life, a typical teenager always wanting more,
A week after my fifteenth birthday, I sat down with my parents at dinner as always. "Dad, should I get a part-time job? Only a few of my friends are looking to work, but I'm thinking any sort of wage I can bring in to support myself..."
Both my parents smiled at me. "That's a mature outlook on life, Mark," my father stated, "Where are you looking?"
"Two options. I can either look at a fast-food restaurant, something like Macca's. Don't pay great but apparently it looks good on a resumé. If not there, then somewhere like a supermarket, stacking shelves and shit. Either way, it'll be working nights after school during the week, and I'd likely be required to work at least one day every weekend."
"Looked into it already?" Mum wondered.
"Yeah, got myself a couple of application forms. Filled them out and just deciding what to do."
"I'd go with Macca's myself," my father suggested, "You're right about them looking good on your resumé. And if you leave school and don't go to university, working full-time is nothing to sneeze at. Work your way up the chain and see where it takes you. But that's just one option in life."
Chatting to a few friends at school, and the careers advisor who also offered one or two suggestions, the consensus was to go for the job at Macca's. There was a restaurant only ten minutes from our apartment, so I dropped an application in there. To my surprise, they called me within a week, wanting to organise an interview. Within a month, I had my uniform and was working in the kitchen. Ended up working twice a week after school while having me in there on a Saturday night. As I was only fifteen, it wasn't that bad.
Making my own money was helpful. My parents didn't want me giving them any money, it just meant that I could purchase certain things for myself, while they suggested I start building my own little nest egg of savings.
I was never the most book smart of people. I did okay in class and sitting for my tests, but once I started working and making money, my schooling did start to take a back seat. If they needed me in for extra shifts, I'd happily do it. Dad didn't mind as he knew I wasn't particularly interested in school, and had no desire to go onto university, but my mother did want me to stay until the end of sixth form so I could at least obtain my Higher School Certificate.
The agreement was, if I did that, and if I had my licence by then, my four grandparents would get together and help me purchase my own car. Second hand, of course, but it would give me the opportunity to drive myself around without having to rely on friends and family.
Then my father died. I still remember the night the police arrived, my mother opening the front door to our apartment. She knew already when they asked to speak to her. In that moment, I became the man of the house, the man my mother would rely on for the next few days and months. Despite the fact they'd been so young when getting together, my parents were more in love with each other in their early thirties. My father had devoted himself to our small family. My mother doted on me and adored her husband. Or that's what I thought anyway.
But I digress...
The funeral finally ended. Mum had barely been able to keep herself together the entire time. I was considered too young to give the eulogy. In the end, it was my father's father who stood up and spoke warm words, most of them about his love for his wife and his son. Barely a dry in eye in the small auditorium once he finished speaking.
Viewing his body one last time before he was taken away was difficult. Mum kissed his forehead before she turned around and rested her head against my chest. I'd managed to keep myself together until that last time I'd see my father. I wasn't religious, but in that moment, I wished for a heaven so I could see him again in a few decades.
The wake was held at his parents' place. What I learned is that my parents were loved and respected. Despite the harsh reality of life as two young people who started their family as teenagers, my father had worked hard since the first day he was employed, while my mother was regarded as a friendly and bubbly presence no matter where she was.
My grandfather walked towards with a beer, putting it in my hand. "Had a beer before?"
"No, Pop."
"Well, you'll learn it's an acquired taste, but it's on you now, son. Your mother is going to need you going forward. She'll mourn your father for a while but, after that, she's going to need you to help her through the next few months."
"What should I do?"
"That's for you and her to decide. We'll be around to support however we can, but there's only so much any of us can do. Your mother values her independence. Always has done since she left with you and your father."
"I'll finish fourth form first. I might have to leave and get a job."
"I'm sure your mother will want you to stay on at school, but the reality is that she can't afford to live on her wage alone."
Dad didn't have life insurance. We couldn't afford things like that. There wasn't a will to speak of. My parents owned very few assets so a will wasn't necessary. They had a joint account with a little savings. My father's car was simply passed to Mum, who suggested I would have it once I had my licence. And that was about it.
The next couple of months passed quietly. Mum somehow managed to keep going, dragging herself to work once her bereavement leave was over. I picked up as many shifts at Macca's as I could while trying to stay on top of my schoolwork. My end of fourth form exams were approaching and I was already considering the future. I'd spoken to family about my ideas. I knew Mum wanted me to stay in school, but that didn't seem realistic any longer.
Waiting until I'd finished my exams, I sat down with Mum on a Saturday evening. I'd treated us to some fish and chips, Mum cuddling into me afterwards. Her increasing affection towards me wasn't a surprise. Having lost her husband, I knew she was relying on me for more than just that. I'd often walk into a room and find her staring off into space, so I'd give her a hug. It always made her smile, though I knew how she was feeling. I missed him too.
"Mum, we need to talk about school," I stated.
"What about it?"
"I know you want me to stay on for another two years, but I don't think we can afford to stay here on just your salary. And what I make working part-time simply won't cover the gap because of Dad." She was about to lean back when I tightened my grip on her. "Let me finish. I've already talked to my career's advisor at school. Everyone at school is obviously aware of what happened. I asked her about finding a job if I left school. I'm legally allowed to at sixteen as plenty of young men and women would rather go out and find a job."
"Okay, what's your idea?"
That wasn't the response I was expecting. I thought she'd try and fight me on it. Maybe she just didn't have it in her. "I've looked into apprenticeships. You know how I used to help Dad look after his car?"
I think we both smiled at the memory. Dad had an old ute he bought second hand. To save money, we used to tinker with it ourselves whenever something seemed to go wrong. We'd go to the local library, as they always had books on all sorts of vehicles. We'd borrow and read it, and we'd generally fix any problem with the ute ourselves. He'd always looked after his vehicle himself so he passed on what he knew to me, things like changing the brakes or the oil, while we would also try and fix more difficult things.
"I remember. You both used to come inside covered in grease and oil sometimes."
"Yeah, and we used to make a bit of spare cash doing work for others. Well, I'm thinking of becoming an apprentice mechanic. There are a few workshops around who would be willing to take someone like me on. I won't make a lot of cash the first year or two, but by the time I'm eighteen, I'll be employed full-time and making a proper wage. And if I become a mechanic for just one vehicle manufacturer, I've read there are further opportunities to increase my skills."
"Sounds like you've done a lot of investigation already?"
"I've already talked with a couple of mechanic workshops nearby and asked about the apprenticeship schemes available. More than one would be willing to take me on after the holiday period. But I didn't want to do it without talking to you first. Though I'm legally allowed to leave school, I'd rather do it with your blessing. I want to help us, Mum."
"Man of the house?" she asked softly.
"Well, not the way I wanted to be..." Sighing, I hugged Mum tighter, "But I'm willing to do the right thing to help you, Mum."
She remained silent for a few minutes, and I gave her the time to think. "Are you sure, honey?"
Mum had never used that term of endearment with me before. "I'm sure, sweetie," I replied softly. She turned her head and smiled at me. "Hey, you called me 'honey'."
Snuggling into me again, she giggled. "Well, you are sweet like honey, looking after your mother in such a manner. Okay, I'll contact the school and let them know you won't be returning next year."
The fact I was leaving didn't surprise any of my friends when I told them. Thought there were the usual promises of keeping in touch, I knew the chances of that were slim simply because I would be working full-time while they would be still at school, many of them likely continuing on to university after graduating, and our lives would simply be going in different directions.
Our first Christmas alone wasn't as bad as it could have been. Mum's parents insisted we spent Christmas Eve at their place so we could get up on Christmas Day. I knew they'd gone all out to make the day as special as possible. I think everyone made an effort to be as cheerful as possible on the day itself. I bought Mum a couple of presents that thankfully made her smile. My paternal grandparents arrived in time for lunch, not surprised there were a few tears as they hugged my mother. Mum's brother and sister arrived with the in-laws and cousins, as did my father's sister, husband and cousin.
It was a lovely afternoon, filled with plenty of laughter but also reminiscing about my father, stories shared of when he was growing up, but I also spoke lovingly of him as a father figure and inspiration. Despite the fact life was a struggle at times, he never let it get on top of him, and he'd done nothing but show his wife and his son unconditional love.
Returning home to our quiet apartment, I noticed Mum visibly deflate, and I was hugging her tightly by the time the tears started to flow. "Thank you," she whispered.
"I'll be here whenever you need me, Mum," I whispered back.
"You're too young to be this responsible already."
"It doesn't matter, Mum. You need my help and I do so willingly and gladly. We're a team."
I started my job as an apprentice motor mechanic in early January. Thankful that I already had a little experience, I quickly got into the swing of things. Waking early for work instead of school wasn't much of a culture shock. Having to go to work instead of enjoying the summer holidays did suck to start with, at least until I got my first couple of wage slips, easily making more money than I had part-time at Macca's. After a month, I sat down with Mum with my slips and agreed how much I'd contribute for rent and bills. Even as an apprentice, I was almost making as much as she was, so we agreed to split everything fifty-fifty.
Within a couple of months, I was putting in longer hours, taking all the overtime that was available, even going in on Saturday's if they requested, anything that helped me gain experience and that I'd get paid for. Being an apprentice and only sixteen for the first half of the year, I wasn't paid much, but that changed when I turned seventeen mid-year.
Mum remained in the doldrums for a few months, her heart heavy with grief. I did my best to make her smile whenever she looked really down in the dumps, but I also knew how she felt. I missed my father just as much though I knew it was nothing like losing the man she'd been with for over a decade. Slowly but surely, though, she started to smile again.
As I turned seventeen, life continued on. Mum didn't make a big deal out of it and nor did I, knowing it was another year until I turned eighteen and was legally an adult. My apprenticeship would also end and I'd become a full-time worker. Life was still a struggle at times. Even with our wages pooled together, rent and the bills were easily covered. We didn't splurge too often while grocery shopping, Mum going out of her way to ensure I knew how to cook using simple, cheap but healthy ingredients.
We worked well together as a team at home. I stepped up to ensure I did my fair share of chores. Living in apartment meant no lawns to mow or anything. To my surprise, she did start mentioning perhaps trying to find somewhere else to live. I wasn't sure we could afford it. Renting an apartment was far cheaper. If we looked for a house, even a small one, it was going to be more expensive and could mean moving further away.
Mum sat me down one evening after walking in from work. I wore overalls at work, but always wore jeans underneath with a simple white or black t-shirt. My hands were usually stained, even if I wore gloves while working. Hell, sometimes grease and oil ended up on my face, usually forgetting to wipe my hands before I needed to scratch my nose.
"Hey, baby," Mum stated, kissing my cheek as she welcomed me home. Terms of endearment such as 'baby' and 'honey' now greeted me every morning and evening.
"Hey, Mum. What's for tea?"
"Spag bol."
"Love it. I'll just go clean up first." Kissing her cheek, I added, "And I'll make sure I wipe down the basin once I'm done."
Returning to the kitchen, we had a small table where we had always eaten as a family. We'd both set a table for my father for the first couple of months as we simply forgot each time. Every evening, I always kept Mum company if she was cooking, or she'd sit back and chat to me if it was my turn. Mum would always unwind after a long day with a glass of wine, and even though I was seventeen, she'd allow me a low alcoholic beer with dinner. She knew whenever I attended a barbecue or party with work colleagues that they'd generally give me a few beers.
As we ate, making small talk as usual, she waited until we were halfway through our meal before stating, "I've been looking at rental properties the past few days."
"Yeah, anything decent?"
"It's not that, I know how expensive it's going to be. What are you suggesting?"
"I think we downsize down back to two bedrooms and rent ourselves a townhouse. There are a few single-storey places around but I'm thinking more of a three-up, three down. So that means two bedrooms and bathroom upstairs, with living room, kitchen and maybe dining room downstairs."
"How can we afford it?"
Mum took a deep breath. "You know my parents are successful, but your father and I were... I would say independent, but I guess perhaps stubborn and too full of pride would also be correct. We always struggled but always had the safety net of our parents should something really go wrong."
"If we wait until I'm eighteen, then perhaps we can afford it without too much assistance."
She smiled at me, waiting until we finished eating before she took my hand in hers. "In addition to that, I'm going to do some night courses going forward. My manager has suggested, with a little study, I could find myself a similar role but could hopefully make a little more money too."
"Why don't we park this for the moment and wait until I'm eighteen? I'm happy living here, Mum. Aren't you?"
"I am. I can look around and feel the memories."
Life continued on as normal for most of the year I was seventeen. I'd dated around a bit while I'd been at high school but found I wasn't really worried about it while I was working, my focus on supporting Mum and saving as much cash as I could, the idea of moving into our own little townhouse rather appealing. While I got on with my own life, I knew Mum hadn't started looking at dating either. I wasn't expecting her to rush out and find a new partner, and I certainly wasn't going to force the issue. Though the heartache still lingered in both of us, we loved each other and supported on another all the time. Frankly, Mum snuggling up to me on a Saturday night, watching some trash television as we sipped on our drinks and chewed on popcorn or sweets was always a great way to spend time together.
Turning eighteen is always a rite of passage for any young man or woman as it means a young adult is now legal to do most things in life. Drink. Smoke. Vote. Mum went out of her way to make it special. I woke up in the morning to find her lying next to me, waking me up with a soft kiss. Opening my eyes and noticing her next to me, I couldn't help blushing as the silk robe (a rare extravagant purchase) she wore barely covered her arse and was tight to her body.
Guess I need to describe my mother as I haven't done that yet. She stands barely five foot tall, maybe five-one at a push. She had a figure but looked after herself. Shoulder length red hair that seemed to get darker each year, usually keeping it up in a simple ponytail whenever she was at home. Gorgeous emerald, green eyes. Thick lips that all my friends had remarked were completely and utterly kissable. I knew she was a C-cup from doing laundry. And the only thing my mother did splurge on was underwear. I often found some rather sexy panties and bras in the laundry basket. I guess she wanted to feel sexy even as a widow.
"Happy birthday, baby," she whispered, cuddling into me.
"Thank, Mum," I whispered back.
"We're treating you to dinner tonight. Where would you like to go?"
"The local RSL or leagues club. Always good food but I'll be able to legally purchase drinks today."
"That works for me. Any ideas about going out with friends this weekend?"
"Yeah, as it's Thursday, the guys have suggested we head out on Saturday night for a few drinks."
"Any lady friends going?"
I gave her a look she knew well. I had no problem discussing my private life, but she was more than aware that I didn't have a girlfriend. "Well, a couple of lady friends, in the sense that they're women and a friend, will be there, but I don't mix sex and friendship." I paused before adding, "Well, not too often..."
"My little boy isn't a virgin?" I gave her a look that made her giggle. "I won't ask."
"And I won't tell. But no, I'm not, Mum."
"Oh..."
I was left thinking she was little disappointed, but considering I was a dead ringer for my father, she shouldn't have been so surprised. I wasn't the mythical tall, dark and handsome, but I was six-one, broadened out since I started work and matured, did have a light tan as I enjoyed being out in the sun. Hair was light brown, and I'd always been complimented on my blue eyes, and apparently, I had a strong jaw, whatever that meant. I'd lost my boyish looks already, looking in the mirror to see a man's face. I'd started shaving early so already had decent stubble.
Hugging her tightly, I whispered, "You're still the most important girl in my life, Mum."
Squeezing her tightly, she giggled as she hugged me back. "Thank you, baby. I love you."
"I love you too, Mum."
Getting ready to work was almost like a dance with my mother as we showered, dressed and ate, leaving at the same time so we had to organise ourselves, so we didn't bump into each other or delay the other person for too long. Driving her to work, as I still drove my father's old ute around, when I pulled up outside her office, she leaned across. I was expecting the usual kiss on the cheek, but she left a soft kiss on my lips. She hadn't done that in years.
"See you this afternoon, baby," she said softly.
Smiling, I told her I'd pick her up at the usual time. The fact she kissed me like that had me feeling a little confused but also smiling. I always liked how close Mum and I had been. When I was a kid, I always considered my parents my best friends. My father had considered his son his 'Mini Me', and Mum was just my favourite girl in the world. I'd happily spent all my free time in the presence of my parents.
I guess turning eighteen would change our relationship slightly due to me now being an adult, so I wasn't going to read too much into a simple soft kiss on the lips that was still incredibly chaste. But I also wasn't going to mention it to anyone nor confront my mother about it. If she wanted to do it, I wasn't going to complain.
Arriving to pick her up later that afternoon, she wasn't outside waiting for me as always. Figuring I'd stroll in and collect her, I walked through the front doors to be greeted by the new receptionist, my mother having moved to become a full-time secretary for one of the directors of the company. The eyes of the receptionist lit up as I was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans. In addition to broadening out, I'd managed to find a cheaper way of working out thanks to a work colleague's home gym.
"How can I help you?" she asked.
"I'm here to pick up Lauren."
"And you are?"
"Mark." For some reason, I didn't add that I was her son, though I assumed people would figure out who I was.
"I'll give her a call and see where she is."
The call barely lasted fifteen seconds before I was told to head up a couple of floors as she was still finishing off the day's work. It was an open planned office, with only a few glass fronted offices to one side. Mum was sitting behind her desk, concentrating on whatever she was doing, but her face lit up when she noticed me walking towards her.
"Sorry, baby, I just had to finish off one thing before I'm finished for the day."
"It's okay. I think I impressed your receptionist."
"Well, looking like you do, Mark..."
Mum looked fantastic in her clothes. She always dressed nice for work. We still had to go looking for bargains, but ever since starting her new role, she'd spent more than one weekend looking for nice clothing that didn't break our budget. The director she worked for was still busy in his office, though he raised his eyes at my presence and nodded his head. He probably had no idea who I was, left wondering if he wondered I was my mother's toy boy.
When she was done, Mum sighed before standing up, grabbing her light jacket and handbag. Hugging her tightly, I held her hand as I led her towards the stairs that led back to the ground floor. Once in the car, she held my hand again as I drove us home. "What has you in a good mood, Mum?" I had to ask.
"My baby is now a man. I'm trying to keep a smile on my face as I know your father would be so proud too."
"Everything I do, I still do for both of you, Mum."
She leaned over and kissed my cheek, her fingers moving to caress the back of my head. "I know, baby. And I love you even more for it," she said softly, leaning her head against my shoulder.
Arriving home, Mum told me to shower and get dressed for dinner. She was already on the phone to the family as we would all meet at a nearby RSL that we all knew served good meals. On the few times we could afford to go out, we'd normally head there. If we were there on the right night, we could get a cheap steak or chicken schnitzel meal.
I just stuck to the usual shirt and jeans with a decent pair of shoes. Mum walked out in a gorgeous skirt and blouse combination. Even at only a smidgen over five foot, she still had a great pair of legs. When I thought about it, I was only eighteen while she was thirty-three, turning thirty-four a couple of months after my birthday, there was a reason why some of my friends had called her a MILF.
Nearly the whole family was there for my birthday. Both sets of grandparents. All my uncles, aunts and cousins. None of my friends as I would be meeting up with them on the weekend. The original idea of buying me a car had been abandoned as I had my father's old car. Instead, I was given a new smartphone, as the one I had was now years out of date and in desperate need of upgrading, while receiving other gift cards so I could splurge on things I may have done without growing up.
Being able to legally purchase my own drinks was the whole point of going out, both grandfathers sending me to the bar to buy a round of drinks. Still hadn't found a real liking for beer. I did enjoy apple cider or alcoholic ginger beer, but I usually stuck to a bourbon mixer. The cheap stuff anyway, warned to never mix a good whiskey with anything except maybe ice.
Mum had to drive us home as I'd enjoyed a few drinks by the time we left. Walking into our quiet department, Mum dumped her handbag before she turned towards me. She gave me a strange look before hugging me tightly. "Hold me, baby," she whispered.
Hugging her wasn't anything strange, but I was left thinking she might have been a little sad and upset. Not only was her little boy now an adult, but it was the first major milestone that my father hadn't been there to see. "You okay?" I wondered.
"Just a little sad. My baby is now a man and I'm worried I'm going to lose you too."
Guiding her over to the lounge, I sat down as she sat on my lap. We chuckled as it was almost a reversal of our roles in life, her head resting against my shoulder as both my arms were wrapped around her. "I'm not going anywhere, Mum. I've said often enough we're a team. I'm not going to just abandon you because I'm eighteen."
Feeling and hearing her sigh, I think a few simple words did make her feel better, sitting in silence for quite a while before her fingers ended up on my cheek, turning my head so she could kiss me. Another soft kiss on the lips. Only lasted a couple of seconds, but it was enough to make me blush a little bit. Her green eyes gazed at me for a few seconds before she snuggled into me again.
"I love you, baby," she whispered, "Thank you for everything. Ever since the day we had to say goodbye to him, you've stepped up and been so mature and responsible. I sometimes feel guilty..."
Shushing her immediately, I gave her a gentle squeeze. "I did it because it was the right thing to do, but more importantly, you are my mother and I don't love anyone more in the world. You needed me to make that step up, to be a responsible adult, and I don't regret a thing."
We sat together for a few minutes before we needed to get ready for bed as we had work the next morning. No rest for the wicked, as they say. Having showered before going out, I just stripped off down to my underwear as always. I listened to Mum around the house before I figured she had headed off to bed herself, flicking off the lamp and lying back.
It was barely a couple of minutes before I heard my bedroom door open, glancing to see my mother standing in the doorway, wearing that same silk robe. "Mark?"
"Yeah, Mum?"
"Oh good, you're still awake."
She walked in and stood beside my bed, undoing the tie of her robe and letting it fall to the bed, unveiling her near naked body, noticing the lacy black bra and panties she was wearing. Lifting the covers, she slid into bed next to me. Lying on my side, she moved so her body was almost pressed into mine. I couldn't help smiling at her.
"This some sort of last birthday present, Mum?"
"Thought you might like a half-naked woman in your bed tonight, even if it is your old mother."
Snorting at the idea she was that old, I think I surprised her by pulling her close towards me, running my fingers up the soft skin of her back. "A better present would have been you naked, Mum," I breathed into her ear.
"You mean that, baby?"
"Mum, you're hot. Always thought that, but then again, you're my mother. I think most son's think their mother is beautiful."
"Can we cuddle all night? I haven't had the chance in so long."
"You can come in and cuddle whenever you want, Mum."
Her green eyes searched mine. "You mean that?" she asked softly.
"Sure. As I said, Mum, I'm here for you."
She smiled before reaching behind herself, and before I knew it, her bra joined the robe on the floor, getting a good look at my mother's breasts for the first time since I'd been breastfed, and I couldn't remember those days. Barely a hint of sag, they were rather perky, her areola what I'd call normal sized, her nipples hard, not missing that she was breathing a little heavier.
"You excited, Mum?"
"You're already looking at me differently, Mark," she whispered, resting a hand on my chest, "It's only been the two of us for a while. And now that you're a man, there isn't anyone else I love or trust more than you."
Running my hand down to her pert little butt, I pulled her closer, making her squeal, but she gasped as she would feel my erection. "That for me, baby?" she whispered.
"Hard not to get excited about your body, Mum," I whispered back, "How long?"
Her hand moved to my shoulder and down my arm. "If this happens, we have to take it slow, Mark. But I wanted to share your bed tonight, to be held in your arms."
"How far do you want to go?"
The soft kiss on my lips lasted longer than any of those before and was a promise of much more. "I want to be with you, Mark. You're my man."
"You're my girl, Mum."
"Are you sure, Mark?"
"I love you, Mum."
"I love you too, baby."
She snuggled into my body, her head resting under my chin against my chest as I wrapped both arms around her. Considering there was a foot of height between us, I certainly had images going through my mind of how it would work between us. Mum gasped my cock got even harder. Then I felt her hand gently brush up against it. "Tease," I whispered.
"That for me, baby?" she whispered.
"I'm having many naughty thoughts about what I could do with my mother going forward."
"I want all of that too, Mark. It's why I haven't dated. There's only one man in the world I want for the rest of my life."
"There's only one concern, Mum..."
"Incest?"
"Well, that, but I think neither of us really care, right?"
"I don't care. Do you?"
"Not at all. What does concern me is the family. No-one will understand."
"Or maybe they will. I've done some research, Mark. Apparently, this sort of thing happens more often than people are willing to admit. It's just not talked about. But mothers and sons, fathers and daughters, brothers and sisters, there are plenty out there who are intimate." She lifted her head to meet my eyes, her fingers stroking my cheek. "I've had enough time to think, baby. The ramifications of going through this. But while you're eighteen, you still have your whole life ahead of you. Don't decide here and now."
Leaning forward to kiss her, she kissed me back immediately, and when I slid my tongue into her mouth for the first time, the moan and the whimper she made told me everything I needed to know. I'd always loved my mother more than many sons would, simply because of the circumstances of our life. Making our relationship intimate wasn't a stretch in my mind. I didn't think it would actually happen, but we'd always been close, but far closer after my father died.
Breaking the kiss, her fingers stroked my cheek again. "Think that answers that question, Mum," I said softly, "But give me a little time to really give it some thought. But I'm not going anywhere. You're my girl and I promised you that I would do anything for the both of us."
Mum snuggled into me as I continued to gently caress her back. She was asleep long before I was. I think she'd already made up her mind, so it was now up to me as to taking our relationship onto the next step. Hand on heart, it wasn't a real surprise given how close we'd grown since losing her husband, my father. She'd relied on my support both emotionally and financially since I'd quit school and gone out to work. I'd pretty much been an adult before I was legally recognised as one.
My alarm blared to wake us both up, reaching over to turn it off as Mum cuddled into me immediately. She made a contented sound before adding, "Best night's sleep I've had in a long time. I can't say since before you father otherwise he'd be offended. Then again, you are my little boy and always held a larger piece of my heart than anyone else."
"And how many son's adore and love their mother with all their heart?"
Watching that smile form, her eyes lighting up, she kissed me as I pulled her into my body. She moaned softly as my erection pressed into her again, while I was a little cheeky as I grabbed a handful of breast for the first time. "They're yours whenever you want them, baby," she breathed, "I know what I want and there'll be no hesitation from me going forward. But it's a big decision for you, so please don't just leap into it without thinking. Okay?"
"Okay."
"I'm going to get up and shower before getting ready for work."
Watching her slide out of bed and stand up, seeing her body in the early morning light, I'm fairly sure I gasped at how gorgeous she was. My eyes probably bugged out at seeing her breasts, her black lacy panties barely covering her pussy. Grabbing her robe and bra, she leaned over to kiss my cheek before watching her walk to the door, getting a great look at her perfectly pert little butt. Before leaving, she turned and blew me a kiss.
Driving us to work a little later that morning, we didn't talk too much about the night before. I knew I was going to be distracted for a few days going forward as I thought about it. I was going to take advice to heart and not just leap into it, but when I did think about it briefly, Mum wanting to be with me wasn't a real surprise. It had only been the two of us for nearly two years. We'd been a couple in certain ways simply due to circumstances.
"Mum?"
"Yes, baby?"
"Are you in love with me?"
"I've always been in love with you, baby. I'm your mother. The first moment I held you in my arms, I fell in love with you. I've seen you grow into a such a wonderful young man. Life hasn't been easy for any of us, but you've never complained. You've always done your best with the card's life deal you. I've only loved you even more since you lost your father. Now, if you mean am I in love with you as a woman sees a man, wanting to be intimate, share herself and her life with that man, then yes, I'm in love with you that way too."
I didn't reply until I pulled into the small car park where she worked. Pulling on the handbrake, I turned towards her, looking up and down the dress she wore. Mum always looked spectacular. "There's one thing I know I already want to do."
"Name it, baby."
"I want to move into your room and share your bed going forward."
Her face lit up. "That's what I wanted to hear."
"Anything else, we'll take our time. It's a big step. I've had sex, Mum, but... You know, it's you..."
"Because I'm your mother?"
"Not just that, but I love you more than anyone and it's going to mean so much more at the same time. I know it won't be perfect, but I want our first time to be special."
Leaning over to kiss me, her soft fingers caressed my cheek. "Every time we're together will be special, baby," she whispered, "Because you're my man from now on."
Being distracted at work that day amused my co-workers, most assuming I had a hangover from heading out the previous night. When I told them I had girl troubles, that just led to even more jokes at my expense. Men don't particularly talk about their feelings a lot of the time, so I had to be careful when admitting I knew an older woman who was interested in me, and though I wanted her in return, there would be ramification to the relationship. When I told them there was a near sixteen-year age gap between us, they understood what I meant.
As soon as we arrived home that night, after I'd cleaned up, I started moving my things into what would now be our bedroom. Mum had already cleared space for my things in the wardrobe. I'd keep a few things in my old bedroom, but she insisted it would be our bedroom to share so I should make my presence known in the room, and I'd definitely do so in our bed.
Being a Friday night, and both of us in a good mood, we enjoyed fish and chips for dinner, stopping at a bottle shop beforehand to purchase a bottle of wine for her, and a six pack of cider for myself. We both loved the footy, so we sat back and watch the end of the first game before she snuggled into me as we watched all of the second game. Her hand rested on my chest, my arm wrapped around her, eventually covering us in a blanket as it wasn't a particularly warm evening.
"I should take you on a date or two first," I finally stated.
"Really?"
"Of course. If you're going to be my girlfriend in addition to my mother. It shouldn't just be about sex, Mum."
"Girlfriend?" she whispered.
"Well, if that's the way our relationship is heading, you'll be my girlfriend, and though it'll never be legal, if we remain together, one day I'll put a pair of rings on your finger, and you'll be both my mother and wife."
"I'd love to call my son my husband."
"Guess moving into our own little house will help. Introduce ourselves to the neighbours as a couple."
She moved quickly to straddle my lap, neither of us hesitating as we made out like a pair of horny teenagers. She was wearing her pyjamas to keep warm, feeling her rub herself against my obvious erection. Running my hands down her back, I ran my hands back underneath her top, realising she wasn't wearing a bra. She smiled despite my tongue being in her mouth at the time.
"Not wearing panties either," she whispered.
"You're a little tease, mother," I whispered back.
The game was over, so I flicked off the television and easily picked her up, her arms and legs wrapping around me as I carried her into our bedroom. Placing her down, I pulled off her top as my shirt ended up on the ground, her fingers immediately caressing my chest, before she eagerly pulled down my tracksuit bottoms, my erection popping out.
"Wow," she whispered, "My little boy isn't so little any longer."
"Always wondered..."
"Mark, you are much bigger than your father. Bless him, he loved me, and I loved him, but he was nowhere near as big as you are. Your cock is going to feel wonderful in my tight little pussy when we make love the first time."
She leaned back, lifting her arse as I helped take off her pyjama bottoms. Shuffling back slightly, she spread her legs a little so I could get my first look at her pussy. Her scent seemed to fill the air, something that made my cock throb with excitement, as I gazed down at her. She kept a patch of trimmed hair but otherwise it was neat, and there no missing how it glistened with excitement.
Joining her on the bed, her eyes didn't leave mine as I leaned down to kiss her. "Bet you want to fuck me right now, don't you?" she asked.
I enjoyed the side to my mother, a real tease. "I'd fuck you into a coma," I growled back, before I kissed her softly, "But you're my mother and not some girl at school who just wanted some dick. You're the one I love more than anything."
"Oh baby," she whispered, kissing me softly, "Let's get under the blankets and snuggle."
Being naked in bed with my mother for the first time seemed to be rather quick, but as I'd already thought, it almost seemed a natural progression of our relationship. She'd simply waited until I turned eighteen to explain her feelings for me, while I'd always been close and loved her more than anyone. The idea of turning our relationship intimate certainly didn't bother me. I'd heard more than one rumour at school about sons and daughters enjoying relationships with a parent, or brothers and sisters spending all their free time fucking.
I'd often thought more than one of my cousins had been attractive, and that sort of relationship would have been entirely legal in our country. It's just something most people avoid due to the social pressures of participating in such a relationship.
Spooning back against me, she gasped when my erection pressing against her, my fingers caressing her body before I finally moved them up to feel up one of her breasts. She moaned softly as I gently played with one of her nipples. "That's it, baby," she whispered, "My body is yours."
Turning her head to kiss me, she lifted her leg to rest over mine, running my hand back over her flat stomach towards the hair above her pussy. She whimpered as I teased her, feeling the heat from her pussy as I ran my fingers down both her thighs instead. "Just going to tease you, Mum," I whispered, "But I'd love to pleasure you all day, every day."
"It's okay, baby," she moaned softly, "Just feeling your hands on my body is such a turn on."
"Play with yourself, Mummy. Play with your little pussy for your little boy."
She giggled as her hand quickly ended up between her legs. Pulling back the blanket, I moved back enough that she could lie on her back, her legs spread, one resting over my legs, her left foot flat on the bed, her eyes closed as her fingers started to manipulate her pussy. I'd seen a little porn before, but nothing was sexier than watching my own mother masturbate.
"Oh baby," she whimpered, "Just having you next to me doing this..."
"You're so fucking hot, Mum."
"Masturbate too, baby. Stroke that big cock of yours."
"Got lube?"
Mum giggled as she leaned over, opening the drawer next to the bed. She handed me a bottle and blushed. "I have toys to use, and sometimes, I like them up my butt," she admitted.
Sitting up on my knees, I rested between Mum's legs as I watched two fingers disappear inside her pussy. Mum kept her eyes on me as I started to stroke my cock. I learned very quickly that my mother had a filthy mouth on her when she was horny. She told me about how good I looked, how big my dick was, how much she wanted to suck it, how much she wanted me to eat her pussy, how much she wanted to feel my cock inside her, how she'd give all three holes she had for me to use...
Little wonder, considering I'd woken up horny having had her in my bed the previous night, I came all over her within a few minutes. Mum squealed as I covered her body and breasts in quite a few thick streaks of cum. When she used a finger to clean one up and sucked her finger clean, I couldn't help groaning at the sight.
"Cum for me, Mummy," I whispered, leaning down over her, cock now dangling, as I kissed her softly "Cum for your man."
She whimpered more than once, now working her pussy with both hands, fingers in her pussy, the other hand working her clit. I could tell she was holding back her orgasm, her eyes gazing into mine, almost unblinking. I kept kissing her every couple of seconds, whispering how hot she was and how much I loved her. A couple of tears started to leak from her eyes before the orgasm tore through her body. Without thinking, I lifted her hand, sliding the fingers that had been inside her pussy into my mouth, moaning as I tasted her for the first time.
We were both a little worn out after that, offering my hand as we definitely needed a shower after that. She loved soaping up my body and I had her giggling as I returned the favour. Once we'd washed each other down, I cuddled her tight to my body again. After drying off, we returned to bed, Mum snuggling into my chest as I stroked her back.
"Are you still going out tomorrow night?"
"Yeah, a few mates want to take me out for a drink or two."
"Okay, no fooling around tomorrow night. I want my first time with my son to be when he's sober."
"Yes, Mum."
"Good boy."
Waking in the morning on my back with Mum cuddling into my side, I chuckled when she was clearly awake, her hand slowly moving down my body until she ran her fingers over my erect cock. Giving my balls a gentle stroke at the same time, she realised I was awake and giggled to herself before I turned to kiss her.
Getting out of bed, she put on her robe as I slid into a pair of tracksuit pants, Mum offering to cook breakfast. Knowing she was naked under the robe was a turn-on, eventually standing up from my chair at the table, standing behind her as she cooked some bacon and eggs for breakfast. Undoing the robe, she leaned back as my hands ran up to eventually cup her breasts.
"I love you, baby," she whispered.
Turning her around, I lowered the temperature of everything cooking as I lifted her up onto the table, throwing off her robe as I kissed her. Wrapping her legs around me, her hands went into my tracksuit bottoms, her small hands caressing my cock as I kissed down her neck, making her moan softly, before I leaned back, cupping her cheek with my hand.
"Horny?" she asked.
"Totally. You're too fucking hot, Mum, and now that I can knowingly give into my desires."
"How long, baby?"
"Honestly? I wanted to step up and replace Dad immediately, but it wouldn't have been right."
"We have the rest of our lives now. And I should get back to cooking our breakfast."
Sitting down for breakfast a few minutes later, her small foot ran up my leg until it rested in my crotch, her toes playing with my cock. She tried looking entirely innocent as we talked about nothing of any particular importance. After cleaning up the kitchen, we sat together on the lounge, Mum sitting beside me for all of five minutes before she straddled my lap, her robe ending up on the floor again.
"I'm not the only one who is horny, it seems," I stated.
"I haven't had sex in two years, honey. Yes, I have toys, but it's nothing like having a virile young man, with a big, thick cock, who is going to flood my pussy with all of his cum. And I know he's going to wear me out every single night we're together. I'll never say no to him. When I'm having those certain days of the month, there's always my mouth and arse to use." She paused before asking, "When did you last have sex?"
The question made me blush as I hadn't been on that long of a dry spell myself. "Um..."
"It's okay, baby. You're a young man. How many girls?"
"Are you sure you want to know? I only ask because was Dad..."
"Yes, he's the only man I've ever been with."
"Five."
"Really?" she asked, noticing her eyebrows rise in surprise, before she smiled, "Well, you are very handsome but also a very sweet young man at the same time. Were they all virgins?"
"Three of them were. My first time was with my girlfriend at the time, who was also a virgin."
"At least you'll know what to do when we make love."
"One thing I learned to love was eating pussy. Can't wait to do it for you, Mum."
She blushed and I wondered why. "Your father, bless him... He didn't do that very often."
"I'll do it every time, Mum. I'll want to make you cum all the time."
"And I'll happily suck your cock. I just... I'm thirty-three, nearly thirty-four, but I only ever blew your father, so I have no idea if I'm good or not."
"Mum, just seeing you on your knees before me will get me all hot and bothered."
She couldn't remain straddling my lap, and I could feel how hot her pussy was even with my tracksuit bottoms on, and there was no missing the scent of her hot pussy filling the air. She eventually got up and changed for the day, returning in a pair of figure-hugging jeans and a blouse, though her feet remained bare, her nails painted a glorious red.
We did nothing the entire day except the occasional chore, though we stopped often for a kiss and a cuddle. Mum seemed to love my arms, running her fingers up and down them constantly, while I couldn't get enough of her entire body. More than once, she ended up in my lap as we made out. It seemed neither of us found it strange, that I was making out with my mother, she was making out with her son.
Getting ready later, I didn't particularly dress up, the usual shirt, jeans, shoes combination. Mum smiled as I walked out of the bathroom, standing up to give me the once over.
"Very handsome," she stated, "But I expect you home with me tonight, honey."
"Mum, there isn't a woman on the planet I'd rather be in bed with tonight than you."
Her lower lip started to tremble as she crashed into my chest, hugging me tightly. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered, "Just come home safe tonight."
"I will, Mum. I promise."
One of my best friends picked me up a few minutes later, driving us to a nearby train station before we caught a fast train into the city. A dozen of us ended up gathering together, half friends from school, the other half guys from work, strolling about the city as we stopped the occasional pub. It was a fun night out but part of me missed having my mother with me. My friends from school knew who she was, I'd never introduced her as my mother to the guys at work.
Returning home not long after midnight, I barely had a buzz going as I walked into the bedroom, Mum reading a book, only the lamp next to her side of the bed providing any illumination. She smiled at me before pulling back the covers to unveil her nude body.
"Hey, baby," she whispered, "I missed you tonight."
As I stripped off, I asked, "Have you been naughty tonight, Mummy?"
I'd already learned she liked me calling her that. Made what we were on the verge of doing even kinkier. "No toys, only my fingers, but I have enjoyed a couple of orgasms."
Once I was naked, I joined her in bed. "Why no toys?" I asked, pulling to my body, not kissing her but our faces were incredibly close.
"The only cock inside this pussy from now on will be my son's." Leaning back, she turned off the lamp before snuggling back into me. "Have a nice night?"
"I did, but I found myself missing you. Shame my friends know who you are. I'd love to introduce you as my girlfriend to people."
"Here in this apartment, I'll be more than just your girlfriend. I'm your mother, your future wife, and I'll be your lover. I'll do anything you want, baby. You're mine as much as I am yours."
Mum turned over and scooted back to spoon against me again. Holding her in my arms, I felt her shuffle a couple of times to get comfortable. Feeling my erection against her, she reached back and gave me a few strokes, eventually asking if I needed to get off. Telling her that would be nice, she had me lay back, turning the lamp back on, as she kneeled between my legs.
Her hands were rather small so she was soon using both as she stroked me off. I wasn't expecting anything more than that, so when she leaned down to run her tongue along my shaft, I groaned loudly. "Baby, when we're being intimate, do you want to call me 'Mum' or my first name?"
"You'll always be 'Mum' unless we're in company, if people don't know about our relationship."
She smiled, licking up and down my shaft a few times. "Good, because I love hearing you call me that when we're fooling around."
Feeling her soft lips wrap around my shaft made me groan again, her green eyes constantly looking up as she slowly swallowed more of my cock. She couldn't take my entire length, using her hands to focus on the rest, but she took about half my length in her mouth eventually. I was so turned on, I didn't last too long, warning her I was getting close. She lifted her mouth for a moment, told me she loved me and therefore was going to swallow, before she resumed blowing me.
I felt that familiar tingle to warn me I was about to erupt. "Mum," I practically whimpered as I knew I was about to cum hard. I'd been blown before but nothing would match the sight and the feeling of my mother giving me so much pleasure.
Her eyes lit up when she felt that first spurt into her mouth, bobbing up and down faster as I fired more and more cum. I growled as I grabbed her hair, her eyes lighting even more at the fact I took control. "Swallow it, Mum," I groaned, "Swallow it all."
She swallowed every drop before finally lifting her mouth away to catch her breath, licking her lips seductively before she used her tongue to clean me up. Kissing up my chest, she rested her hot pussy on my cock, feeling how wet she was, as she leaned down to kiss me.
"No more tonight," she whispered, "I just wanted you to be able to sleep as I could sense you were horny."
"Thanks, Mum," I whispered back with a smile. Even now, she always worried about me.
Her fingers caressed my cheek again. "Even after we consummate this new relationship, you'll always be my little boy in many ways. I'll always be your mother first, as much as you'll be my son."
Relaxing on my chest, we both calmed down over the next few minutes before the light was switched off again, Mum snuggling into my side as I remained on my back. The next morning, I woke up first, leaving her to cocoon herself in the blankets, getting breakfast ready before I returned to wake her up. She turned over to look at me, leaning down to kiss her. It didn't take long to get what I called steamy, only breaking it to tell her breakfast was ready.
It was a simple breakfast, but I knew such simple gestures meant the world to her. I'd bought her flowers once a week, as I knew she liked to put a vase of them on the dining table or as decorations in the living room. I'd buy her cheap little knick-knacks when I was out just to give our little apartment some life, a sign that people did live there and were happy.
Once we'd finished eating, I poured her another coffee and walked her out to the lounge, sitting her down and flicking on the television, while I cleaned up the kitchen. Once was I done, I returned to sit next to her, Mum snuggling into me immediately.
"Was that thanks for the blowjob?" she wondered.
"No, it was a small sign to show how much I love and appreciate you."
Mum needed to do a little shopping. Most of the time, we stuck to discount or department stores, as although the quality might be lacking, Mum could still find nice clothes for her job. I happily went along with her, and I'm sure we made a strange pairing, me at nearly six-one while she was barely five-one. Holding her hand so publicly wasn't a problem, and even I noticed the way she looked up at me whenever we were talking to each other.
Stopping at a nearby food court, we enjoyed a quick lunch before she suggested remaining out doing something as it was a nice day. Driving us to a nearby park, I parked up the car and we strolled around hand in hand, talking about nothing really of consequence, just enjoying being out together. Wrapping my arm around her, she cuddled into my side.
Returning home, it was the usual Sunday evening relaxation before resuming work the next day. Mum was in a good mood, humming to herself as she made dinner. She'd worn another pair of tight jeans that showed off her perfect little arse and a tight black t-shirt that highlighted her generous bust. Watching her at the entrance to the kitchen, bouncing around on the toes of her bare feet, ponytail bobbing all over the place, I hadn't seen her that happy in years.
Coming up behind her, she turned and smiled as I wrapped my arms around her body. "Hey, baby," she whispered.
"Hey, beautiful," I whispered back. I kissed her for a couple of seconds before she turned around to kiss me properly. Her tongue was quickly in my mouth as I pressed her gently against the counter. Breaking the kiss, we grinned at each other.
"Dinner will be ready soon, if you don't distract me too often."
"What if I bent you over the table, pulled your jeans down, and buried my face in your pussy?"
The shudder that went through her body made me chuckle. "Baby, you're a tease," she whispered, kissing me softly, "But you can eat my pussy tonight if you want."
"I'll do it every night, Mum. You know that."
I left her alone to finish dinner. I couldn't even sit at the table, watching her move around was just mesmerising, and I'd have just sat there with a constant, uncomfortable erection. She eventually called me in so we could eat together as always. She kept looking at me with a sweet smile on her face, reaching across more than once to cup her cheek.
"I love how you look at me," she said softly.
"How do I look at you?"
"Like I'm the only woman in the world."
"You're the only woman in my heart."
That made her cry, getting off my chair and kneeling beside hers so I could hug her. Finishing dinner a little later, she immediately headed off to the bathroom for a shower. I kept myself occupied watching a little television, Mum walking out around half an hour later. I could smelt the scent of her bodywash and shampoo as she stood in front of me, dropping the robe she was wearing to unveil her naked body. Slowly taking it in, I noticed she'd groomed her pussy, now a landing strip.
"That's to guide you in. Want to come eat my pussy the rest of the night?"
Turning off the television, I locked up, turned off the lights, then picked her up and carried her to our room. Placing her down, she eagerly helped get me naked before we tumbled onto the bed together. On her back, I felt her legs spread as I rubbed the head of my cock against. She gasped and moaned as we continued to make out, feeling her fingers run up and down my arms and back.
Breaking the kiss, I moved down to give her breasts some attention. Her nipples looked almost achingly hard, more moans as I sucked, licked and nibbled on both of them, my hands caressing her body, moving down to her smooth thighs and moving one hand to gently brush over pussy, amazed at how hot and wet she already was.
"Pussy, baby," she whimpered, "Please eat my pussy. It needs the attention of my lover, my son."
Kissing down her body, amazed at how soft it appeared but there was some tone, I eventually made it down so I could inhale her delectable scent. I'd loved going down on all my previous lovers, but there was something special about going down on my own mother. Her scent alone had my cock feeling like steel as I spread her legs further.
I'd tasted her off her fingers but there was something else about burying my tongue into her pussy, getting my first real taste of her. I think we both groaned as I started to really eat her out, using techniques I'd used on other women, but most of what I did was based on what I'd read, aware different women liked different things.
Her pussy was beautiful, though. Like one of those you'd see online. And she was incredibly sensitive. No matter where I placed my tongue, it earned a moan or gasp of appreciation. And she constantly watched what I was doing, gazing up into her green eyes as I slowly brought her to the boil.
Once her clit was prominent, an average sized little nubbin just begging for my attention, I took a few seconds to figure out how she liked that pleasured. Within a couple of minutes, her first orgasm hit. Smiling to myself, I relented enough that it still felt pleasurable, Mum practically babbling to herself, though when she started to sob, I was ready to stop.
"Don't stop, baby," she whimpered, "Please don't stop. I'm only crying because it's so good and it's you."
"I love you, Mum," I whispered.
"I love youuuuuu.... Oh my god, Mark!"
I might have slid two fingers inside her to find her special spot. Linking that with my continuous attention on her clit, and it was a case of how much my mother could handle before she asked me to stop. The walls of her pussy squeezed my fingers like a vice when her next orgasm hit, again relenting on her clit as I all my previous lovers had been incredibly sensitive after an orgasm.
Taking my fingers out, I then teased her little rosebud, Mum lifting her head and smiling as I moved my tongue down to give that some attention. "Oh baby, that's very naughty, but I'm glad I showered," she cooed.
But she loved it, and though she didn't orgasm, it was enough that when I did move back to her pussy and her clit again, the next orgasm barely took a minute or so. Fingers back into her pussy, I got them nice and slick with her juices before I slowly slid a finger into her arse. She almost went off like a rocket, begging me to keep going on both her clit and arse. Sliding a second finger in her arse, she shuddered as I was now relentless on her clit at the same time, leaving her beyond babbling as one orgasm flowed into the other now.
I only stopped when it was obvious that she couldn't take anymore. Removing my fingers, I left a trail of soft kisses up her body until I relaxed on my side next to her. Eventually opening her eyes, she turned and cuddled into me, having another little cry. "I love you so much," she cried, hugging me tightly.
Although she'd had a shower, I took her into the bathroom for another one as we were both a little sweaty. I'd worn her out as she could barely stand up, a dreamy smile on her face the entire time, her gaze one of complete love and devotion whenever her eyes met mine.
Back in bed, she cuddled into me and fell asleep almost immediately.
That first week as lovers passed like a dream. Given that we already had a close and loving relationship, becoming intimate lovers only brought us closer still. I now lived for my mother and wanted to make her as happy as she made me. She was constantly smiling while the guys at work noticed I was even more cheerful than normal. I'd always been a positive minded person, never letting personal circumstances get me down.
On Thursday night, I told Mum I was taking her out for dinner for our first real date.
"Can you afford it?" she asked.
"You know I can, Mum. I got a pay-rise once I became permanent. But there's something else I can tell you. My boss knows that although we're comfortable, if we were to look at renting a townhouse, if I were to go work at an authorised mechanic at a dealership, I'd likely get a bump in pay plus other benefits. My boss suggested the other thing I should do is focus on my qualifications. The apprenticeship was a good start but there are many other things I can study."
"Baby... Do you think we could ever afford a place of our own?"
"Have you looked into it, Mum?"
"Your father and I gave up looking a decade ago. We never earned enough together to even begin saving for a deposit, and the repayments on a mortgage were always too much."
"The price of houses in Sydney right now, Mum..." I sighed and trailed off. Taking her hand, I added, "What we can maybe afford is renting a nice townhouse, like you said. But no matter what we do, things will still be tight. But the older I get, the more experience I have, it'll mean more opportunities. I'm never going to be anything but blue-collar, a working-class man, but if I do the right training, I can still make good money for both of us."
She snuggled with me on the couch a little later, kissing my cheek. "You're taking care of your mother now, aren't you? I mean really stepping up, proving how much you love and want to take care of me."
"You're my girl now." Turning towards her, I ran my hand down her side to eventually rest on her stomach. "And maybe there's another reason to keep working hard in the future..."
"You mean..."
"I know you wanted more children, Mum. Would you like one or more with me?" She couldn't reply, tears running down her cheeks, as she leaned in to kiss and hug me. "That's something to think about for later, at least."
"I want a baby," she whispered into my ear, "I want more than one with you, honey. You'll make a wonderful father."
"As long as you're the mother."
"Better get a lot of practice in. Could you handle me being pregnant?"
"You'll be just as beautiful six months pregnant as you are today."
Picking up Mum from work on Friday, she was almost walking on air at the thought of me taking her out on a date. Arriving home, we showered separately before getting dressed in separate rooms. I dressed slightly differently, trousers instead of jeans, though the usual button-down shirt and leather shoes to complete the ensemble.
Mum walked out of her bedroom and left me breathless. The sort of little black dress men dream about on their partner. Bare shoulders and I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The hem ended mid-thigh, she was wearing thigh-highs (I knew she had plenty as I also did the laundry) and a pair of heels that added a few inches to her height. Her red hair flowed over her shoulders along with a little faint make-up.
She looked absolutely stunning.
Grabbing her handbag, I offered my hand as I led her outside to the waiting taxi. She asked where we were going, letting her know it was just a little restaurant nearby that I knew served excellent food. I knew my mother loved Italian food more than anything, and there was a small place, run by Italians, that served the most authentic Italian food this side of Leichhardt (it's a suburb in Sydney with a large population of Italian extraction.)
The meal went down a hit, splitting an entrée before enjoying our own main meals, then sharing a tiramisu as dessert. Mum enjoyed a glass or two of wine, I sipped at a couple of bottles of Italian beer. After dinner, we walked down the road towards a pub. I would have preferred a bar, but most of them were simply too expensive to spend a couple of hours in. But the pub was lively, thankful no-one there knew who we were, so we could snuggle together in a booth.
Neither of us wanted to be out too late, so after a couple of drinks, even getting up for a dance to a coupler of slower songs, we left the pub and returned home. As soon as I'd locked the door behind us, Mum was all over me, fingers working the buttons of my shirt before moving down to help undo my jeans. I undid the zipper of her dress, that falling to pool around her feet, leaving her in just her panties, suspenders, thigh-highs and heels.
Making out as we stumbled into our bedroom, I was down to my underwear by then, Mum helping those off before moving onto the bed. I practically ripped off her panties before I spread her legs and buried my face, Mum already dripping wet and eager for me to eat her out.
"Yes, baby!" she cried out, "Eat Mummy's pussy!"
"I love your pussy," I murmured, "Going to spend the rest of our lives ensuring I do this at least once a day."
"God, baby, you're so good at this," she whimpered, knowing she was already close to orgasm, and once I slid a couple of fingers inside her, that was it. She went off like a firecracker. Asking me to stop, I sat back as she leapt on me, feigning that she was stronger, so I ended up on my back, Mum eager to kiss me.
"I taste good," she giggled, "I used to suck on my toys after they'd been inside me."
"Could you put on a show for me one day?"
"I'll do anything for you, baby. Now, I'm going to spin around and take your big cock in my mouth, and I want you to keep eating my pussy, and maybe you could even give my bum a treat."
I groaned as I felt her soft lips and warm mouth on my cock, quite the distraction for a few seconds as her enthusiasm to get me off was infectious. Hearing her slurp, drool and practically gag on my cock was exciting, but I finally managed to focus on her pussy return. She stopped sucking me as she needed to moan herself, begging me to make her cum, before her lips were wrapped around my shaft again.
As turned on as I was, I managed to hold back my orgasm so I could focus on hers. Mum was soon moaning loudly around my cock then made her squeal as I moved up to her arse. She was quickly grinding back against me before I moved back to her pussy. She enjoyed an orgasm first before she spun around so she was between my legs again, head bobbing up and down on my cock.
"Mum," I moaned softly, her green eyes gazing up my body until they were looking into mine again. Running my fingers through her hair, eyes lighting up as she managed to smile despite her mouth being full of cock. "I'm close..."
She pulled away just enough to tell me to fill her mouth as she would swallow again. Pulling her up to kiss me, she whimpered into my mouth as I sat up, hugging each other tightly. "You're making love to me afterwards," she whispered, "And we're not leaving the apartment until Monday morning otherwise."
"Sounds good to me."
Resuming her blowjob, I was quickly ready to blast away again, one last warning before I felt her lips tighten around my shaft, her tongue driving me wild, before I finally erupted. Mum noisily gulped down my cum, much to my amusement, eventually sitting back after cleaning my cock, licking her lips and giggling to herself.
Lying down next to me, I had to just gaze down at her perfect little body. Those wonderful breasts. The little landing strip leading towards her pussy, her short but lovely legs. Her vibrant hair and gorgeous eyes. Those lips which were just made for kissing. I must have been looking at her in silence for a while as she started to blush.
I needed to lick that pussy again, kissing down her body, before I reached that point between her legs that I knew I'd savour for the rest of my life. She giggled as I very slowly licked her up and down before I buried my tongue. Turned on as she was, I teased her, moving away from her pussy to kiss up and down each thigh, before moving back to her pussy, making her moan and almost squeal as I gave her clit more attention.
Sliding two fingers inside her, I found her special spot and with the stimulation of her clit, I helped her to another couple of orgasms before she was asking if not begging for my cock. "Make love to me, baby," she pleaded, "Please make love to your mummy."
Kissing up her body, she spread her legs even further, wriggling underneath me, as I placed the head of my cock against her. Leaning down to kiss her, she ran her fingers up to my back, her gaze only on my face. "I love you, Mum," I whispered as I slowly sank my cock inside her.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed as she felt ever so tight around my cock.
"Fuck," I grunted, stopping every few seconds as I knew she needed to adjust to my cock.
Took a couple of minutes but I eventually found myself buried entirely inside my mother's pussy. Our eyes met and we grinned at each other as I gently started to thrust. Her fingers dug into my back as we made out, keeping my thrusts nice and slow. Despite everything we'd done up to this point, there was still that small part of my mind still comprehending that I was making love with my mother, that my cock was currently buried inside her pussy.
Kissing her again, I felt her shuffle before she lifted her legs back, gripping underneath her knees. I felt my cock slide even deeper inside with the slightly different angle. Playing with one of her breasts at the same time, she smiled, whispering that I was obsessed with her breasts again.
"Your entire body, Mum," I moaned softly.
Thrusting a little faster, I knew I was going to last a while. Mum was busy moaning herself, breathing fast, releasing her legs as she needed to hold my back again, fingers digging in a little harder. I moved my arms to hold her legs back.
"Fuck me, baby," she cried softly, "Fuck your mummy!"
"Going to fuck mummy every day from now on," I replied, "You're mine, Mum. We belong to each other."
"Yes, baby!" she moaned, "I'll never say no to you. I'm already addicted to your cock."
"As much as I'm addicted to your pussy, Mum."
Her legs soon ended up even high, her little feet resting by my head, as I was now pumping her harder and faster. She was begging for it, almost crying out for me to cum and fill her up. With her small body almost folded up underneath me, I did worry about hurting her. She assured me it felt wonderful, but she was desperate to feel me cum inside her.
Releasing her legs, she wrapped them around my body, feeling her cross her ankles and locking herself in place. I was pounding her by now, bodies glistening in sweat, moaning and grunting in unison, mouths searching for each other as my orgasm approached. To my surprise, she enjoyed an orgasm first, figuring it was how I was moving that set her off. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock even more, Mum begging me to keep going and finally cum inside her.
I gave her no warning, just burying my cock as I exploded inside her. She whimpered and cried softly as I growled, a few last thrusts as I filled her pussy to the brim. When I was finally empty, I left my cock buried in her pussy as we kissed softly for a couple of minutes.
"I forgot how wonderful it felt when a man came inside me," she whispered, "But it means so much more when it's my son finishing inside me."
Pulling out, I was still rather hard though needed a little time to recover. Lying on my back, Mum cuddled into my side, her fingers caressing my still rather bare chest. Snuggling into me, she kissed up my neck to my ear before kissing over my cheek before I finally turned my head so she could meet my mouth. Her tongue quickly slid into my mouth as she moved to straddle my lap, feeling my cum dripping out of her.
Rubbing her pussy along my cock, I was already hard but I was quickly ready to fuck her again. Running my hands down her back towards her arse, she lifted herself up, grabbing the base of my cock and sliding down it until I was inside her again.
Resting her hands on my chest, she gazed into my eyes as she started to move up and down or grinding on my cock. I understood the grinding, as it stimulated her clit, and if she moved up and down in the right way, my cock would touch all the good places inside her. I loved it when a lover rode my cock, my hands running all over my mother's body before I leaned up to kiss her.
"Ride my cock, Mummy," I whispered.
"My god, I can't believe how great this feels," she replied, unable to stop smiling.
"Ride me for as long as you want. I won't cum again anytime soon."
Mum took that to heart, riding me nice and slow for ages. It gave me time to suckle at her breasts again, her fingers caressing the back of my head as I did. She made a comment, almost starting to weep as she admitted to feeling even closer to me now than when she used to nurse me. Lying back, Mum had her hands back on my chest as she started to ride me faster, really grinding her clit against me. She enjoyed her first orgasm, her face lighting up once she'd stopped moaning, eyes lighting up as she wasn't done with me yet.
"Fuck," she moaned, leaning down to kiss me, "Good thing I'm still a young mother so I can enjoy my son's cock for much longer."
Making her squeal, I slapped both her butt cheeks before I grabbed them and started to meet her movements. Her eyes lit up as she begged me to fuck her again. She enjoyed a couple more orgasms before I needed to move, rolling her over before I pulled back and put her on her knees, slapping each cheek again as she looked back, moaning as I slid inside her again.
"Fuck me, baby!" she cried out, "Fuck your mother's pussy until you cum again!"
I didn't last long as her riding me had done the job. I think we were both feeling it by then anyway. When I did finally cum inside her, I waited until I had nothing left to give her before I pulled out and collapsed onto my back, Mum resting her head on my upper chest, both of us breathing heavily as it had been quite the workout.
Somehow, we managed to drag ourselves into the bathroom to clean up. Although Mum managed to get me hard, I had to wave the white flag. Mum was relieved, sagging into me as we were drying off. Giggling as I picked her up and carried her back to bed, she spooned back against me, my arms holding her tight back against me.
"I love you, baby," she said softly.
"Love you, Mum."
Waking up the next morning, we were now more lovers than mother and son. In addition to constantly kissing and cuddling, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Whenever I was hard, Mum was ready for me. We made love around the house all weekend, christening each and every room. Mum loved going down on me as much as I loved going down on her. I couldn't get enough of her pussy, happily eating her out to one orgasm after the other. But it was the sex that we both thoroughly enjoyed. We kept things simple, but at lunchtime on Sunday, I was sitting back relaxing as Mum appeared in front of me, bending over and spreading her cheeks, showing the base of a small butt-plug, and it was obvious she'd lubed herself up.
On her hands and knees in front of me, I slid my cock inside her pussy first as I played with the plug, loving the moans she made. Pulling out the plug, she was more than ready for my cock, sliding out of her pussy and pressing against her tight arsehole.
"Slowly, baby," she whispered, "I never did this with your father."
That brought me to a temporary halt. "Really?"
Glancing back, she smiled. "Baby... I think this was always going to happen, us being together like this. I loved you far too much my entire life. I'm not sure what would have happened with your father..."
Slowly burying my cock, I kissed up her back to her neck before kissing her cheek. Giving Mum time to get used to my cock in her arse, she moaned a few times as I slowly picked up the pace. Despite the fact I'd cum so frequently since Friday night, I could already feel another orgasm boiling away. What surprised me was Mum asking for it to be a little faster, noticing her shoulder moving, so I knew she was playing with herself at the same time.
"Fuck... Mum..." I moaned, leaning forward further, almost mounting her.
"Fuck me, baby. Fucking mummy's arse."
"I love you so much, Mum."
"I know, baby. You're my whole world. Always have been. And now you own me completely, getting the one thing no other man was ever going to have."
Fucking my mother in the arse was so wicked, I was never going to last long. Add to that how tight and warm her arse was, and little wonder I buried my cock with a groan, blasting away inside her. Mum enjoyed an orgasm within a few seconds of mine. I'm sure the anal helped but I knew she had two fingers in her pussy and was fondling her clit at the same time.
Pulling out and lying down, Mum quickly stroked me back to life and rode me, cock buried in her arse, though she leaned back in a way I could finger her pussy at the same time. She was soon enjoying one orgasm after the other, smiling as she knew I wasn't going to cum anytime soon. "Want to do something else naughty?" she managed to ask.
"Sure."
"Cum on my face."
I think Mum was crossing off everything she could think of that weekend. She rode me until I warned her I was close again, leaping off my cock ono the floor, sitting on her knees, her eyes gazing up at me with the unconditional love I'd seen my entire life. Gently grabbing the back of her head, I stroked myself off, warning her I was about to cum so she could close her eyes.
She squealed when the first spurt of cum landed on her face, coating her face with a few thick streaks. She made to take my cock in her mouth before I pulled back, reminding her it had just been up her butt. Putting it that way made her giggle, asking her to wait as I disappeared to get a warm washcloth. Joining her on the floor, I gently wiped her face clean, her eyes opening to no doubt see me smiling down at her.
"Guess we should shower."
"I was clean inside and out, Mark. But thank you for caring about me still." She paused before leaning forward, "I'll suck you off anytime after it's been in my pussy though. I love the taste of us together."
"You're going to be the death of me, Mum!"
"I've repressed myself for two years, baby. I will be prim and proper outside of wherever we are living. In these four walls, I will be whoever you want me to be."
That evening, we snuggled in bed together after making some very gentle love, enjoying a lone orgasm each. On my back as usual, Mum cuddling into my side, her hand doing its usual thing of caressing me, I think we sighed in unison. I knew this was the right thing for both of us. Mum needed me in more ways than one, and I simply didn't want to leave her. I'd always loved my mother, always would, and now that we were intimate, I knew this would be my life going forward.
But it was also time to make some changes. Mum was happy in her job, and made a decent wage, so it was time for me to start looking into making some changes. I started talking to dealerships about becoming an authorised mechanic. The reply was most would prefer me to have at least a couple more years of experience, but they offered training programs as there was more to learn due to the fact vehicles were becoming ever more reliant on technology.
Being eighteen at the time, I figured I'd have to wait until I was at least twenty, perhaps twenty-one, before any of them would take me seriously. Sitting down with Mum one evening a couple of weeks later, I explained what I'd been doing. I'd started looking at our budget per fortnight, which is when we were paid, figuring how much we paid in rent, bills, groceries, fuel for the car, and other incidentals. We made enough to pay all those and have a little spare, barely enough to build a proper nest egg of savings, but we did have enough that we could treat ourselves to a night out or at least purchase simple things like clothes occasionally.
Taking her hand, I added for emphasis, "Based on all this, Mum, if we can find a townhouse or something where our rent won't be too different, we can afford to have a baby. If we want until I get a job at a dealership, the increase in my wage will mean we can definitely afford a baby. That will mean waiting a couple of years until we start trying."
Mum needed to wipe her cheeks but nodded as she hugged me. "You really want one too?"
"I'd love to make more than one baby with you, Mum."
It didn't take long for Mum and I to act like a loving couple while out in public. I probably looked like her toy boy, while no doubt many thought I was with her as she was a complete and utter MILF. Calling her by her first name of Lauren did take some getting used to, but in private, she'd always be Mum. I introduced her as my girlfriend whenever I was invited to a barbecue by colleagues at work. Having to be careful around old school friends did suck, but now that most of them were at university and moving on with their lives, they were already starting to disappear from my life anyway. It was sad but a way of life. My focus was on my mother and our relationship.
Though life was still a struggle at times, I always made sure to take Mum out for a date at least once a fortnight, usually after I was paid. Nothing extravagant, but we did enjoy heading out to various little restaurants in the area, trying a new place most of the time. I still bought her flowers at least once a week, her face lighting up every time she'd get in the car to see a new bouquet waiting for her.
By the time I was nineteen, Mum and I were now more of a couple than anything else. Still called her 'Mum' when at home, but we were now ensuring I called her Lauren whenever we were out and about. Her colleagues at work only knew me as her boyfriend, not her son. We had to be careful around her friends, but even they seemed to realise how close we were. No-one would think we were having sex, but it was obvious neither of us was interested in other relationships.
We continued to keep an eye on the rental market, seeing some lovely places come up for rent every so often. Some were affordable, others were outside our price range. We didn't want to move too far from where we were, as commuting in Sydney is usually a pain in the arse, but once we started our own family, we wanted to live in a nice enough neighbourhood, get to know the people around us, surround ourselves with other young families so our children would have friends close by when growing up.
Our sex life was fantastic. We made love nearly every night. Mum loved waking me up in the morning with a blowjob, which sometimes turned into a sixty-nine, or after I'd cum, she'd end up on her back and I'd eat her out before and after breakfast. Anything that came to mind for the bedroom, we'd normally try out. She found enjoyment in anal sex, so it was something we did occasionally. She wanted to try being tied up and cuffed. She loved being blindfolded and teased for hours.
It was a week after my twentieth birthday, lying back in bed, that she asked, "Honey, would you like to try for a baby soon?"
Smiling at her, I told her I was in negotiations with a dealership to become an authorised mechanic. I'd touched base with them every three or so months. They offered the best training program, and the wage I'd receive once I was done beat anything else available. "We should look into finding another place to rent first. I have an interview lined up in a month's time. Once I have my first wage slip, we'll start looking."
Our relationship was still a secret from our entire family, simply feeling unsure if they would ever understand. But once Mum was pregnant, we knew we'd have to tell everyone the truth. She wasn't off the pill yet, but we were fucking like mad once we agreed to start trying. She was insatiable and I simply couldn't get enough of her. My love for her was overwhelming at times.
The interview was a success, and once I had a contract signed, and I knew what I'd be getting paid each fortnight, I sat down with her, and we agreed to start looking for another place to live. We did approach a couple of banks about possibly getting a mortgage, but we learned very quickly that we simply couldn't afford the repayments, even with our two wages combined. Adding bills and everything else, and we'd be losing money every month.
That meant only renting as an option, just like millions of other Australians who simply can't afford to buy their own homes. Thankfully, after a couple of months, we looked at this gorgeous three-bedroom townhouse only fifteen minutes away from where we currently lived. One of those new suburbs that's popped up in Sydney in the past couple of decades, the house barely a decade old. There was a primary school close by, a new shopping centre a short distance away, and while the commute would be longer, the rental price was something we simply couldn't turn down.
Posing as a couple, it was easy to get the rental agreement in place, signing an initial twelve-month contract. The family and a few friends helped us on moving day, hiring a small truck to move all our worldly possessions. Took the whole weekend to sort our new home out, everyone pitching in to at least give it a semblance of order. I couldn't take time off from my new job just yet, so Mum took a week off from her job to get the house finished up.
We christened each room of the house that first weekend in our new home, fucking my mother senseless from Friday night to Monday morning. When she woke up on Monday morning, she cuddled into me, playfully slapping my shoulder, complaining her pussy and arse were feeling very tender.
"I didn't hear you saying no to anything, Mum," I retorted.
"Like I can say no to you, baby. I can't get enough of your big cock, filling my pussy and arse all the time. Wait until we're trying for a baby."
"When do you want to start?"
Mum raised her eyes as her lower lip trembled. "You mean that?" she whispered.
"We're in our new home, Mum. Got a new job. For the first time I can remember, we're going to be comfortable. Your place offers decent maternity cover. We won't be lost for having some help looking after our children when you return to work as we both know your mother will help us out."
"I'll go off the pill when my last batch is finished." She cuddled into me again before asking, "Are you definitely sure?"
"I'm putting a baby in you, Mum, and we're going to be wonderful parents together."
She had a little cry on my shoulder, whispering that I was going to be an excellent father to our children.
The first night we tried, when she knew she was fertile, she'd disappeared for a shower and then our bedroom. I was studying in the dining room, as I was completing more certifications regarding my job. I'd never been book smart, but studying something that interested me, and that I understood, certainly helped. Engrossed in my work, I only lifted my head when Mum cleared her throat.
She was wearing a sheer white negligee, able to see her nipples clearly through the thin fabric. Her panties barely covered her pussy, with garter, suspenders and thigh highs, small white heels on her feet.
"Going for the virginal look, Mum?" I asked, her giggle like a dagger as she saw the humour.
"My little boy is going to put a baby in me tonight. If not tonight, then at least sometime very soon. Want to join me in bed, honey?"
Standing up, she looked up at me as I stood before her, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her to our bedroom. She wanted nothing else except a little foreplay before I was naked and had my cock buried inside her. We made love all night. The passion was overwhelming, the idea I was going to impregnate my own mother and that she'd carry our child. Her limbs remained wrapped around me almost constantly, her pussy squeezing and almost sucking the cum out of my balls into her womb. She completely and utterly drained me, not only that night, but for the next few nights, using every trick she'd read about to get herself pregnant.
It didn't happen that first night, or even that first week of trying, but when she was pregnant, I'd done my own reading to know the signs that she was. She remembered being pregnant with me, smiling as she asked me to drive her to the chemist to get a pregnancy test. I stayed with her at home in the bathroom when she peed on the stick, waiting until it told us what we already knew.
Mum was pregnant with our child.
Next came telling the family, though we waited until couple of months until she was just starting to show, when we knew keeping it a secret wouldn't last much longer. We organised a barbecue for the family, not inviting anyone else who might have known we were mother and son, agreeing to hold a second celebration at a later date to let our friends know.
We waited until everyone had eaten and was relaxing around the table when Mum cleared her throat. "I have something to tell you all," she said, taking my hand my support, "I'm pregnant."
Though there was surprise, there was plenty of heartfelt congratulations until her brother, my uncle, asked, "Who's the father? Anyone we know?"
"I'm the father," I replied evenly. There was more than one gasp of surprise and shock. I added quickly, "Is anyone really surprised that Lauren and I are now so close? Fact is, I've always loved my mother more than anyone else, and once I stepped up to be her partner in many ways, the bond we already shared was always going to turn intimate. Fact is, there is no-one else on this planet I love more than my mother. Now we've created life and we're going to start a family. For the first time I can remember, we're living comfortably. I know this will a shock, maybe even difficult to understand, but we're in love and we're hoping that you will eventually support this union."
"It's incest," my uncle stated. To my surprise, he didn't appear angry, or full of hate. He was just pointing out a fact, "Are you sure about this?"
"We know that it's incest. It was the first thing we talked about," Mum replied, "But no-one around here knows us as anything except a loving couple. We've slowly cut out friends who knew who we were. We now have friends who only know Mark and me as a younger man and older woman who found love with each other." She looked at her parents. "I know this probably upsets you..."
"It doesn't," my grandmother replied, surprised at how she smiled at us, "You two have only had each other for so long now. Yes, it's a shock to hear my daughter and my grandson are intimate, but the fact you are now having a baby tells me how committed to each other you are."
"Give us time to get used to it," my grandfather added, "But we haven't been blind to how you two act around each other."
We both looked my aunt and uncle, Mum's sister and brother. My aunt got up and hugged her sister tightly, before she hugged me, whispering that she loved me and that I should take good care of my mother. My uncle finally stood up and offered his hand, repeating the same words, but he knew how much I loved her, and that I'd never hurt her. My grandparents got up to hug Mum, and that's when she cried. I joined the hug, my grandparents wishing us all the happiness.
That's when I pulled out my own surprise, disappearing inside and returning with a small box. Falling to one knee, I knew we'd never legally marry, so in front of our family that afternoon, I slid a ring onto her finger to signify that, in our eyes at least, she would be my wife going forward. I had a simple band so she could slide a ring on my finger too.
"You're my mother, my lover, and now you're my wife," I whispered, holding her hand in mine, watching as more tears streaked down her cheeks, "I love you wholeheartedly and will spend the rest of my life making you as happy as you make me."
I kissed her deeply in front of the family, both of us smiling when we heard the warm applause.
*****
Epilogue
Cuddling into my side as we sat on the couch, I signed contentedly as her hand did its usual thing of caressing my chest. Mum was now fifty years old, her birthday having passed a couple of months ago. She was still as beautiful in my eyes today as she was fifteen or twenty years ago. She was still madly in love with me. We were incredibly happy together, the sort of couple that rarely argued about anything.
She was going a little grey at the sides and roots now, though she usually used a little colour to get rid of it. Her figure was still fantastic, even after four children, and I don't include myself. In the space of six years, we had four children. The first born was a daughter, then we had two more boys, before another daughter. After our fourth, Mum had her tubes tied.
Our family had long ago accepted our relationship. Any friends from before the time we became lovers and partners had now disappeared from our lives. We still lived in the same townhouse in the same neighbourhood. Our children had grown up in a household of love. We cherished each moment together, the lingering memory of my father meaning we wouldn't take anything for granted.
Our oldest daughter was thirteen, naming her Chloe. The day I'd held her in my arms for the first time, my mother gazing at both of us with unconditional love, was one of the best days of my life. I now had a second woman who owned my heart. Our two sons, Michael and Nathan, arrived very quickly, only fifteen months apart, Mum complaining that I was far too potent, while I retorted that I could just look at her and get her pregnant. Our youngest daughter, Cindy, was the apple of my eye and had both of us wrapped around her finger.
Sure, our home was sometimes a madhouse. The children had to share bedrooms but they didn't mind, the two boys being both brothers and best friends, while Chloe looked after Cindy almost like a second mother at times. It was weird not calling my mother 'Mum' any longer except when assured we had total privacy, like in our bedroom. She was now Lauren at all other times, though like she called me 'honey' or 'baby', she was now any variation of sweetheart.
It was late on a Saturday night. The kids were now upstairs in their rooms, time for bed. Chloe would complain that she was a teenager and could stay up later, but Cindy would grab her hand and ask her big sister to come keep her company. Chloe relented each and every time. Good thing is that Chloe did understand her parents needed a break, so while she'd argue all the time, she was a good girl and would eventually relent.
Mum moved to straddle my lap, kissing me softly, as she started to undo the buttons of her shirt. It was one of my business shirts, having progressed from mechanic to being the manager of the dealership. I now had a company car. I was making great money, more than enough that we could take the kids out on a weekend, even flying away for a holiday once every couple of years. We could have moved by now but didn't want to take the kids out of their school, away from their friends. Our townhouse was small, but it was cosy, and most importantly, it was full of love.
"You have plans for me, Mum?" I asked softly as the shirt fell off her shoulders, revealing her bare breasts. They still made my mouth water, even after all this time. She smiled as she felt my erection forming.
"I always have plans for my husband. It's Saturday night, the kids are in bed, and I'm really fucking horny right now."
"So you're suggesting I carry you to our bedroom so I can make love to my wife?"
"I'm not suggesting, honey. I'm telling." Spanking her butt earned a giggle. "You're still my son," she added sternly.
"I know, Mum. It's still a complete turn-on, even after all these years, to know I still make love to my mother and that she's had our children."
Leaning down to kiss me, I easily stood up, her limbs wrapping around me, as I carried her upstairs to our bedroom. We made love for hours. I was only thirty-four, nearly thirty-five, so more than capable of it, while Mum's sexual appetite was off the scale during her forties, her libido matching mine completely. Whenever we had a spare hour, we were at it like rabbits.
After filling her pussy a couple of times, we needed to wash quickly before I checked on the kids a final time. The two boys were already fast asleep. Cindy was also asleep, Chloe still awake, playing on her phone. She whispered, 'Goodnight, Daddy,' blowing her a kiss before I closed the door.
Returning to bed, I joined Mum under the blankets, her warm body spooned back against me.
"I love you, baby. My first-born son. I love the life we've shared. I knew I was right about us."
"Wouldn't change anything about my life, Mum. I'm with the woman I always wanted, and we both have the family we always desired."
She turned around to cuddle against my chest. "Think we'll have time to make love in the morning?"
"The door's locked. The kids are old enough to look after themselves. I'll just try not to make you orgasm too hard."
"Tease."
"I am because you love me."
Holding her tight, I could feel her smiling in the darkness. "Could always get my tubes untied and you can put another baby in me? It's possible even at fifty." The idea of putting another baby in her did turn me on, and she felt my erection. Her fingers grasped it gently. "I knew that idea would turn you on."
"Mum, when you were pregnant with our child... Holy shit, I wanted you even more half the time..."
"And you still love me despite the stretch marks and slightly saggy boobs."
"Still as beautiful today as the day we admitted our love for each other. We're growing older together, Mum."
"It's what I always wanted. My little boy in my life all the time."
Snuggling into me, she wished me goodnight before I knew she was fast asleep a couple of minutes later. Caressing her back, she murmured a couple of times, shuffling so as much of her body was against me as possible. We slept like that nearly every night, even in the summer.
I would sometimes lay there and wonder if life would have been any different had my father not died. I guess it doesn't really matter. I'd always loved my mother, and she'd admitted her love for me had always been different than anyone else. Maybe it was destiny or fate, I'm not sure. But I had no regrets about our life. I'd grow old alongside the woman I loved, watch our children eventually get older and leave home, leaving us to enjoy our golden years together again.
I was hopeful that our best days together were still to come.