Chapter 11

The doorbell rang that evening and it was my mum, now I told you earlier I was adopted but seeing my mum standing there in her multi coloured silk look dress gave me a woody, my mum is 48 years old and is called Sylvia. I had always fancied her especially knowing that she wasn’t my birth mother somehow made it ok in my head.

She had rung me earlier asking if she could see the flat so I invited her in and showed her around the flat, Mum had brown hair which came down past her shoulders and she was elegantly slim, UK size 6 and she only had B Cup breasts but she was still very attractive and always got admiring glances from men of all ages. The dress she was wearing looked silky and clung to her slim figure like a glove, it wasn’t overly short and cut too low around the neck but she looked good enough for me.

She had brought 2 bottles of wine as Dad had gone out for the evening and because the flat had 2 bedrooms she had asked if she could stay the night.

We ordered a takeaway and drunk the wine, I had also bought a bottle of something sparkling so that we could toast my new flat, as the evening went on I realised this as the first time I had ever got drunk with my mum and she started to become less discrete, she told me how she and dad never had sex anymore as he had started watching porn and discovered he liked sex to be rough whereas she preferred it to be slow loving and gentle.