Chapter 1

It was during my first term at college; when I’d come home to find Mom alone on the sofa, softly sobbing to herself. It took me by surprise because I’d never seen her crying that way; except when my Dad died some years back, in a horrible accident at the meat-processing factory.

It had been a quick, yet bloody end for my father - and they’d had to close the factory for some time to deal with the aftermath of it all. At his funeral Mother had been inconsolable; and I’d felt jettisoned into a no-mans land of numbness.

After the funeral; when Mom and I were alone back home, we’d cuddled together on her bed; and I wepted into her bossom while she gently comforted me. She lay her head against mine; whispering that I had to be her little man now. Afterwards we both fell asleep.

So I began doing things Dad would normally have dealt with for her - little personel things - sometimes a bit more than just little when she’d got tipsy; but it was all part of being Mom’s man about the house I guese.

But now, suddenly seeing her upon my return from college, it had surprised me seeing her drinking a wiskey at that time of day!

She looked up saying, “Oh, Robert! I’m ... I’m so sorry about this.”

At 34, mother was in fine shape and always wore a skirt to perfection. She’s a 5’ 8’’ brunette with lush tits- not to big - but taunt and spiky; very slim waist leading to sexy sexy thighs - and super slim legs.

In fact she had featured in my sexual fantasies since I began masturbating, shortly after Dad’s funeral. Something had triggered between us then; I became fixated on her I suppose.

As things, progressed I would sneak into her bedroom and go through her undies, unloading my spunk in her best panties. I wanted to give her something to express my feelings for her.

I imagined her legs wide open and moaning for me. But then came the day I found a large plastic dildo in her bedside drawer! ... which really stunned me ... because it was much bigger than my own cock! ... It made me feel so feeble and out of my depth. What had I been thinking!

So now ... suddenly seeing her as a damsel in distress, bravado evaperated, was a sort of strange turn-on? Naturally I sat down with her and asked what had upset her, but she shrugged me off with embarresement. I felt out of my depth.

After all she was an executive with her company; used to giving those arround her guidence, rather than recieving comforting gestures from others. We haden’t been here before. So I sat there feeling awkward for a while before she turned to me and supprisingly began softly sharing the source of her sorrow.

She had taken my hand to convey our shared sorrow of losing father and sipping the wiskey while describing her loney nights of being widowed. I took this to mean loveless nights. Then she stunned me by revealing she’d known about me sneaking-in and staining her panties! ... But I was more amazed still when she added that it had really turned her on; but I was to young for her then?

My mind raced with questions ... had she been impressed with the amount of my cum? Would she have wanted sex with me had I been a bit older? Had she ever frigged off over me?