My name is Leon and I am 21 years old. I left my home in Edinburgh, Scotland, when I was 18, going into an IT job in London and to my shame, had not been home since.
Always I had an excuse, usually work-related but the truth was I didn’t get on with my dad, who was an arrogant, uncaring man.
Now my dad had finally left after mum caught him red-handed, screwing his secretary in their bed.
I felt it only right to show face now, as I had always been close to my mum, really close.
I had phoned her to arrange things and although I could tell she was happy at me visiting, I could also tell she had been crying and her voice was a little slurred. It could have been the connection but I wondered.
I took a flight from the City of London Airport and touched down on home turf in just over an hour. A quick taxi soon saw me standing at the door of my old home, now only occupied by my 45 year old mother.
I rang the doorbell and waited. My dad had made me surrender my key when I left for London.
I heard her shout from down the hall.
“If you’re here to pedal some religious shite, you can fuck off!” My mum’s voice was unmistakable.
The door opened and her scowl turned into a smile when she saw me.
“Oh Leon son, you’re here early! Come away in lad.”
As I entered she put her arms around me. Laura is her name and she is only 5’5″, with long black hair and ice blue eyes. She had always been shapely but I could see that she had put on a few pounds.
I am 6’2″ like my dad but shared my mum’s hair and eye colourings.
She rested her head on my chest and it was then that I detected the smell of alcohol.
“Mum, i’m so sorry about what’s happened to you. Dad’s a pig of a man.”
“Don’t I know it, son. Did you know that I walked in on him and his secretary, naked in the marital bed?”
I nodded meekly, not knowing what to say to make her feel better.
“There he was, lying on his back, arms behind his head, whilst that little slut sucked his cock.” She said miserably.
“That must have been hard to take for you, mum.”
That just seemed to inflame her.
“Hard to take? Too fucking right it was. After all the times I’d sucked him off and swallowed his cum, seeing her doing it was an insult.”
Hearing her talk this way should have been sickening me but instead I felt my cock wake from its slumber.
“Try and calm down mum, he’s not worth it.” I said as I tried to control my erection.
“You’re right, of course, son but why her? What is wrong with me? Am I so ugly?
“Of course not, mum, you’re beautiful.” I quickly answered.
“You’re just saying that to humour me.” She pouted.
“Not at all. You have a gorgeous body.” I said as I stared at her 36d tits.
She was wearing a thin white blouse and I could see her lacey bra, barely containing those heaving mounds that I hadn’t suckled on since I was a baby.
“I believe you, I can see I’ve had an effect.” She said, looking down at my crotch.
My face reddened and I could only stumble an answer.
“Don’t be embarrassed son, so what if you’re turned on by your slutty mum?”
She moved towards me, taking one flap of my checked shirt out of my jeans and rubbing my belly.
“Mum, stop! You’ll go too far and I won’t be responsible for my actions.” I spoke shakily.
“You always used to like me rubbing your belly.” She said, as her trademark pout appeared again.
“That was before puberty hit, mum, you never got a tip of my cock pushing out at you!” I exclaimed.
Mum just giggled. “Has your mummy got you excited, Leon?”
Too bloody right she had, but this was neither the time or place to do what my body was telling me to. She was more than half sloshed and when she sobered up, she would be full of regrets.
“Look mum, you sit down and I’ll make us a coffee, i’ll just be two minutes.”
“Okay Leon love.” Mum said, sounding a little dejected or was it rejected?
As the kettle boiled, my heartbeat returned to normal and I convinced myself that I had done the right thing by not taking advantage of the situation.
I came through to the lounge with two steaming mugs of coffee. Black no sugar, for myself. Latte, two sugars for mum.
