Nurse Mom – Chapter 1 – Mom moves in

My name is Daniel. I am in my twenties, and I have been living on my own since the week I graduated high school. I have lived in a couple crappy apartments, but as soon as I could get the money, I bought a fixer upper house, and lived in it for a few months. I sold that and I have been doing it over and over for a few years now.

I am now in a nice house that I plan to stay in for a while. I still live alone, but I keep a couple of guest bedrooms set up so my friends have a place to crash. It has also come in handy when I want to bring a woman home, but her friends insist on staying together with her. I have gotten a pretty good technique now where I can get the friends tired and escort them to a bed in the guest room, while my main attraction joins me in mine.

I still never got a roommate, because none of my friends can understand why I take women two or three times my age to bed. I don’t need to deal with all the BS of a roommate that is going to make life awkward about my sex life, so I enjoy my independence.

Then Mom found out about Dad’s affairs.

In a few hours time, not only do I no longer live alone, but now the person living with me isn’t even a guy that I can just ignore when he gives me a hard time for the women I bring home. Mom has been a nurse all of my life, and she works hard. She probably put more than half of the food on the table while I was growing up, but when she heard the news, she had no intention of staying another night under the same roof.

When my mom, Kate, asked to come stay with me for a while, of course I said yes. What was I going to say??? It is the kind of question that you respond to without even thinking about it…. But then you start thinking about it. What is this going to do to my sex life? Half the women I meet won’t invite me over to their place for one reason or another, so I have to have my privacy.

But that was that. Mom put her bags in the bigger guest room which was at the end of the hall upstairs. It had a private bathroom, so we didn’t have to share at all. The next day she went back to get the rest of her things. It started to sink in for me when I came home and saw a small moving truck filling my garage up with furniture and boxes.

I sat down with Mom over dinner and we talked things over. She said she would move into her own place as soon as she had her finances set. For that to happen, she would have to get the divorce over with. We just settled into a routine of living together again. Mom would cook when we were both there, but she still worked 5 days a week. She was on the late shift which ended at midnight. I found after a few days, that it was actually not that big of a deal having her there. I would have the house to myself in the evening 5 days a week, so it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.

I had a few Cougar friends that I played with from time to time. When I let them know what the situation was, none of them had any issue working around her schedule.