Momma’s Boy_(1)

Another Friday, brilliant.
Fridays at my house usually meant 2 things, I’d be on my own for the best part of 8 hours and mum and dad would come home extraordinarily drunk, which of course meant they would have sex rather loudly in their room. Which didn’t help my sleeping pattern at all since my door was directly facing theirs, and there’s only so much noise an iPod can block out.
The only difference this time was working away, he was a manager of a very large company, he has told me dozens of times what he does, but I never understood, and basically he is in charge of making decisions which can either make millions or lose millions…and his job. My dad has been pondering with retiring early for the better half of 2 years, he is only 45 but with the money he makes from his job now he can retire early and have a much better retirement than most.

But that’s not really what matters, what matters is mum was devoted to her weekly ritual of going out on Fridays, during the week id do my usual thing of “Look for a job, fail, look again, fail, clean the house” while she worked doing her secretary stuff and on Saturday she would cook, clean and do errands and Sunday she would just relax the whole day. So she had a rough week every week, so I guess she deserved to let her hair down, but with no dad she had to go to a different place with her friends from work.
It was around 2am and I had just switched off my computer and was trying to get to sleep, no dad for a few weeks means no loud sex, so maybe I can have a good night’s sleep. How naive of me, just as I closed my eyes and felt relaxed read for slumber land’s embrace there was a loud bang, which meant that mum was home, she had a habit of opening the door with all the subtlety and stealth of a grenade. I signed, stood up and went downstairs to help her to bed.
“Thereth mah bouy!” She screamed, “Commere and help mummy get to bed” yep, she was wasted.
Still wearing her usual red, satin dress. I felt it was a little overboard for a night out, but she liked it and wore it week, after week, she kicked off her matching red high heels and drunkenly stumbled over to me, flinging her arms around me so I got a face full of her long, shiny brown hair, her large breasts pushed against my chest. I hugged her back, and then spun around so I can piggy back her upstairs. After spending many months at the gym I felt proud that I can lift my mum so easily, not that she was heavy but before I started working out I could barely lift the living room chair.
After hoisting her up to her room I laid her down on her bed and asked:
“So, you want me to help you change or?”
“Nah, ets fine. I’ll shleep like dish” mum replied still being loud, I nodded and turned around to try and recapture the feeling of sleepiness once again. But mum called me back, “Oi! Where you goin’? Come and give mummy a goo night Kish” I groaned and walked over to her, bend down to kiss her goodnight, and as I did I was met with a surprise. As our lips met in the usual manner my mum slipped her tongue in my mouth, I was surprised but didn’t know how to react, I wasn’t even aware if she knew she was doing it. As soon as she pulled back I eventually said “A-a-anything else?”
Mum didn’t say anything instead she just flopped back and closed her eyes. I walked back to my room slowly replaying what just happened over in my head, was it a mistake? Did she mean to? Or did she think I was dad?
I didn’t know what to think, but I knew what I felt. I felt an emotion I had never really had before: Lust…
Although I am 19, I’ve never been interested in girls, mainly because all the girls I knew were complete morons who would flirt openly with anyone, not the type of girl I liked. I thought about sex sure, but always with some imaginary girl, someone I didn’t feel had just had a fresh batch of horse tranquilisers, but someone intelligent and sexy, someone kind of like mom…but that was gross, I mean she’s my mom, ewww. I just tried to forget about it and went to sleep.

In the morning I was up much earlier than usual, then again without all the bed springs and moaning. I turned and grabbed my clock, It was 7.33am, I heard the water running in the bathroom, figuring mum was up, I went in to take a leak, at least that was my excuse, that kiss was the first thing on my mind when I woke up, slowly walking up to the bathroom door, I could see it slightly ajar, I slowly peaked around the gap and saw mum in the shower, facing away from me. Perfect, I get an uninterrupted view of her beautiful, perky ass. Mum seemed to be master of time, she was 42 and didn’t even look it, surprised she never got ID’d for clubs, fabulous ass, large breasts that surprisingly didn’t sag, given their size, she could of easily passed off she was in her mid 20’s. Her brown hair was pinned against her back as she stood looking down at her feet, I felt shaky, and then I felt my pants tighten. As mum began to turn around suddenly, I panicked. I couldn’t do anything, there I was, down on one knee, peeking through the open glass doors in our standing shower, what would she say?
“Oh thank god you’re up” she said rather quietly, she didn’t seem shocked or scared, “Be a dear and get me some painkillers and some water, my hangover is killing me”
Without hesitating I ran down stairs and took my time finding the painkillers, waiting for this tent in my underpants to leave before going back up, I handed my mum the painkillers and the water, she gulped them down and passed the glass back to me. “That was a bad one, normally dad tells me when to stop, and I guess without him I go a little crazy, did you want the shower? Or are you going to get dressed?”
“Well I guess I’ll go get dressed” I hurried off to my room, mum was in the shower for a good 20 minutes after I left, which was more than enough time for a quick solo round, I didn’t use the usual porn sites like I normally would, instead I focused on her, mum’s lovely ass, her magnificent breasts against my face, me sucking on them, driving her wild until I plunged my dick deep into her, making her scream out my name.
“Austin!” mom called.