My mother and I have been living together for almost three years. My father left my mother and me with debt and not much else for a younger woman in his office.

With no money and no means to pay off my father’s debt in my mother’s name, we moved from the high life in New York City to sunny California. Mom had a sister that lived in the desert there, and she was willing to help us out. There was a catch, though. My mom and I had to share a room, and my aunt Casey and my cousin Lee would have to start sharing a room. We were so poor that when we took the bus to California, all we could take was a single suitcase. I have a backpack with some personal items like pictures and a few spank magazines; after all, being sixteen, I can jerk off at least three times a day and sometimes up to seven. That is my record, seven times in a day. I think I started to feel light-headed that day. I have only been with a couple of girls and have never had full sex with them; only heavy petting and lots of kissing. I am not a skinny kid, and with no money and a shit bag father, I was not very popular with the girls. I am not sure if my mom ever knew about my girl troubles; she never showed it if she did.

The bus arrived in California after three days of hard traveling. Let me be the first to tell you that the bus never stops for long periods. They stop long enough to change drivers and take a piss. They don’t stop for meals.

When we arrived at the bus terminal, I was starving. Thank god my aunt brought food. I was starving. I think my stomach ate its self. I ate my sandwich and headed out to get the bags. My mother and aunt Casey immediately started to talk and cry about what happened with my father.

My aunt showed us to our shared room with only one bed, and then I started to cry. Oh my GOD, I thought, how am I going to spank the money now? I just dropped the bags, turned to my mother, and started to complain. It didn’t get that far.

Over the next couple of weeks, we moved the room around to fit our needs better. It was hard to have our privacy, though. I would sleep next to my mom with our backs to each other. My aunt and Lee did the same thing with their room. We all got along really well. Our new family ate together, watched movies together, and worked out together. My mom took a job answering phones at a call center where my aunt worked.

Over the next couple of months, life was good. I have to admit I was getting really horny. Sometimes I would jerk off in the shower with some hand soap. Sometimes I would go to bed early and jerk off, but it was nothing like before. I was a three or four times a day guy. I needed more.

Being in a new city and state and school didn’t help the situation. I had to try to find a girlfriend. Everyone in California is different from the people back in New York. The girls were hotter, and they never wanted to talk to a fat guy. So I struck out. I started to hate life and became very depressed.

One day I was in our room on the bed crying. I just lay there on our queen size bed sobbing. I was so horny, I had no luck with the girls, and to top it off, I could never go out because we had no money.

Mom walked into the room and sat next to me, so I buried my face into my pillow. I didn’t want her to see me this way. I was embarrassed that my mother could hold it together, and I was losing it. After all, I was only sixteen years of age.

“What the matter?” My mother asked me with a sympathetic look on her face.

I could tell that my mother was carrying the world on her shoulders. I wanted to be strong like a rock, but instead, I was just a piece of moss blowing in the wind.

“I am not strong for you.” I said with a sniffle. “I want to be the man of the family but I am weak.” I buried my head deeper into my pillow again.

My mother turned to me and said, “Scott we have all had to make sacrifices that we normally have never had to do. You are a man and don’t think that I have not noticed with you lying next to me at night. I have had just as hard of a time as you have but son what you do in those hard times is what makes you a man.”

My mom then leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I was kind of shocked at what she told me. Let’s say that my mother was not much of a motivational speaker. I rolled over and faced her, and my smile returned.

When we headed for bed, I was really horny, so I thought I would go to the bathroom for a quick rub off. The problem was, my aunt was soaking in the tub. Damn, I thought. What do I do? I was so damn horny. I headed back to the room. When I arrived at the door, I saw that it was open a crack. I went to reach for the handle and saw a shadow. I stopped for a second and watched the door.

I could see my mother walking around getting ready for bed. I was horny, and now I could see my mom’s body. She was stripping off her work clothes and getting into her nightgown. Now I must admit that I have never looked at my mother that way, but it was great. I had a hard-on that would not stop raging.

My mom started by stripping out of her blouse. It was a white collared blouse that you could see thru and buttoned up the front. She slowly unbuttoned it and let it drop to the floor. Her shapely body was beautiful with just a bra on top. Her light pink bra blended in against her pale skin. She then unzipped her dark blue skirt and let it drop to the floor.

I was starting to rub my cock thru my pants. I could feel a drop of pre-cum forming at my tip. I could jerk my cock right here in the hallway. I was getting into it when I heard footsteps coming down the hall. My aunt Casey turned the corner and said, “Hey Scott, are you heading to bed?”

“Ummmm ... Yeah just heading to bed have a good night aunt Casey.” I replied and then walked right into the bedroom.

I must have caught my mother off guard because she jumped when I walked in. She was standing there in her stockings, garter belt, and bra. My mother had no panties on. I turned my back to the hallway and said good night to my aunt.