I needed time to figure out what I was going to do, things had been going bad recently, in fact to tell the truth they had pretty much gone down the pan. In the last month I'd lost my job, girlfriend and my apartment. The apartment was due to my lost job, no money coming in and thus no way to pay the rent, and so no apartment. While my girlfriend had decided she needed space to find herself, fulfil her needs and discover her true self.
Now call me insensitive but that sounds a lot like new age bull shit, I new who she was and thought I was fulfilling her needs on a daily basis with the help of my 7 inch cock and my love for her. If she needed anything I was happy to help her get it, all she had to do was ask. Certainly she'd never complained until the day she walked out, she'd told me I was suffocating her with my needs and desires that our relationship was all about me. It didn't seem to matter that I would have given her the moon if she'd asked for it, that I loved her with all my heart and soul, and if anything our relationship was all about her and her happiness.
So there I was no job, no home and no girl, when shit happens there's only one place to go, the place where you are always welcome, home with a capital H, home to the parents.
It seemed strange to head home to the parents, almost like when you're a kid and you run home to get away from the big kids that bully you. Only in this case it felt as though I was running from the world, giving up, saying sorry folks, but it's too hard out there for me.
So there I was on a wet March day, twenty years old stepping from the train onto a rain swept platform. My dad was waiting for me, standing tall and tanned, looking a lot fitter than when I'd last seen him. Grabbing one of my bags he led me to the car.
"Thanks for picking me up dad."
"That's OK, how are you doing?"
"O you know, not too bad, but hey you look great, you've lost weight."
"Yeah, your mom's had us both on a diet, and we bought a multi-gym and have been working out."
"Yes, after all just because you hit forty doesn't mean you should let yourself go."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, I now I could do with loosing some weight and getting fit."
"I wasn't going to say anything, but you are carrying a few extra pounds."
"I think it's caused by comfort eating."
"Pretty much, I had this dream of the perfect job and a good woman. I thought Jill was the woman and I had the job and..."
"Now you've got neither."
"Yeah, life sure kicks you when you're down."
Dad smiled at me, reaching across he patted my leg,
"Look your mom and I love you, you're welcome to stay with us as long as you need, it is your home."
Our conversation lapsed as we headed home, the car filled with the sound of the wind and rain, and the swish of the wipers.
Climbing from the car I grabbed my bags and hurried towards the front door as dad pulled the car into the garage. As I reached the front door it opened and I stopped in amazement. My mom stood in the doorway and she looked amazing, slim and petite with long black hair and brown eyes, she was wearing a flower print dress that fell to mid thigh. I couldn't help but gaze in wonder, just like my dad she seemed a new person from when I had last seen them. Somehow with my mom it was more noticeable, to be truthful she looked hot, and I mean mega hot.
I dropped my bags as she stepped towards me and wrapped me in her arms, my senses were filled with the fragrance of her. The shampoo she used, the perfume that brought back memories of snuggling up to her when I was a child. Most of all it was the feeling of peace and homecoming that seemed to envelop me as she hugged and kissed me, the feeling of protection and love that had held back my childhood nightmares.
"Welcome home Mikey."
"Hi mom, it's good to be home."
The first week of being back home seemed to pass in a haze; I ate, slept and moped around in a depressed state. One thing I noticed during that first week was that dad seemed to be sleeping in the guest bedroom. When I asked my parent's about this they said dad snored and didn't like to keep mom awake.
After a week my folks finally got sick of my miserable face and scruffy appearance, mom was the one who brought it up on the Monday morning of my second week. I was lying in bed at ten o'clock in the morning when my bedroom door opened and mom walked in.
"How are you doing Mikey?"
"OK, thanks," I said sounding miserable.
"I think that's enough Mike, you've got to pull yourself together and stop being so miserable. Come on get up."
With that she grabbed my bedding and pulled it off, I don't think she realised that I slept in the nude. The bedding fell to the floor and there I lay naked, slightly overweight, but sporting an erection. She looked at me in surprise as I scrabbled for the sheet to cover myself with.
"O my," was all mom said before leaving my room.
A few minutes later standing under a hot shower I realised mom and dad were right. It was time to put my troubles behind me and start living again, standing there I looked down at my gut and realised it was time to get back in shape. I was just wrapping a soapy hand around my erection when mom shouted me that breakfast was ready. Sighing I stepped from the shower and dried myself trying to ignore my sexual frustration. After all it's not easy going from hot sex with a beautiful woman to cold turkey. I hadn't had sex since Jill had walked out on me over four weeks ago and my sex drive wasn't too happy about that.
In my bedroom I pulled on underwear, shorts and a t-shirt and headed down stairs. Mom sat at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee, a place was set for me with coffee and toast.
"You look better now you've shaved."
"Thanks mom and sorry I've been such a drag."
"That's OK, why the shorts and t-shirt?"
"You and dad are right it's time I sorted myself out and I think the best way to regain some self esteem is to get fit and loose some wait. So if you'll help, I'll try eating better and I thought I'd go for a run and maybe use the gym dad bought."
"Of course we'll help and healthy eating it will be."
Finishing my toast and helped mom wash and tidy up while my breakfast settled. Then kissing her goodbye I headed out for a run.
It was hell; pure living hell, after about a mile my legs were wobbly, my lungs burnt and sweat ran in a steady stream from me. However I persevered and managed about four miles before staggering back home.
Over the next week or so I ran each day, the distances increasing from day to day. The exercise and diet mom had me on seemed to have a dramatic effect on my figure, the excess weight was burnt off and I started to look healthier. The only downside of all the exercise was that my libido seemed to increase, I now seemed to be walking around with a constant hard on.
It was Monday morning dad had left for work, dressed in shorts and t-shirt I had a light breakfast before heading out for a run. I was surprised at the door by mom dressed similarly to me.
"Would you mind some company for your run?"
"No that would be good."
We covered about ten miles, running together, conversation was impossible as we pounded the pavement in a long loop that brought us back home.
Hot and sweaty we stood in the hallway, mom looked at me and smiled.
"That was great, it's nice to workout with someone for a change."
"Yeah it is, why doesn't dad use your gym."
"He works out during his lunch break at a nearby health club, anyway I'm going to use our gym, why don't you join me?"
I followed mom up to the attic, taking in the sight of her slim tanned legs and firm buttocks that moulded to her shorts. My cock jumped to instant hardness as I followed her, I was shocked and disgusted at the thoughts that filled my mind. Luckily my shorts were now very baggy on me and so my aroused state wasn't too noticeable.
As we exercised on the gym equipment my erection died down and I breathed a sigh of relief. Lying on a bench mom asked me to spot her some weights, I lifted the dumbbell and held it lightly as she raised and lowered it, her T-shirts had ridden up to reveal her trim stomach, I tried to ignore the sight and the desire it seemed to cause in me.
Swapping places I lay down and mom held the weights as I lifted them. Her t-shirt hung loose from her body and as she raised her arms I found myself gazing at the under slope of her breasts.
My cock jumped to instant erection, unfortunately I wasn't wearing underwear and my cock pushed against the leg of my baggy shorts. Mom gasped and looking down I saw my erection standing proud from the leg hole of my shorts. It was pointing at my mom and throbbing in time with my heartbeat. I couldn't do anything about it at first as I was still lifting the weights. Dropping them into the brackets I quickly sat up and re-arranged my shorts and mumbled an apology.
Mom's face was flushed and her eyes seemed to burn into me.
"It's OK Mikey, it's a normal reaction, you have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about. In fact I take it as a compliment that I can cause that reaction at my age in a young man."
"You're not that old mom and I bet lots of guys think you're hot, I know I do, you're gorgeous."
Mom laughed at my compliment a blush spreading over her face.
"Thanks Mikey, now lets call it a day, go take a bath and then I'll give you a massage."
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