After the funeral of my mothers partner, she experienced what can only be described as a 'shit storm' of financial issues. She had no money for rent so she lost her house, she would have lost her job too if she wasn't so good at what she does.
Without anywhere else to turn I offered her to come and stay with me.
A few days later we had her things packed and moved them into my flat. Unfortunately however, I only lived in a one bedroom flat, so being a gentleman I offered her the bedroom while I would take the sofa.
"Would you mind staying with me for a while? I don't want to be alone" she sobbed as we unpacked her clothes.
"Of course mum. If you need anything at all you just let me know, okay?" I replied as I hugged her and kissed the top of her head.
"Thank you darling. I love you" she replied without moving from our embrace.
"I love you too, mum"
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We settled into a routine over the next few weeks. She would leave for work in the morning while I, being unemployed, stayed at home and kept the house clean. I would have dinner on the table for her arrival, then the rest of the evening was spent in front of the TV talking about our days and the TV shows we usually watch.
When it came to bed time we would usually go up together. Ever since mum moved in she hated to be alone, so we would cuddle and talk until we fell asleep.
It was all perfectly innocent to us, however my mother was oblivious to the deep incest fantasies that filled my head every day since I was a teenager.
I may have had these thoughts in my head but I would never act on them, atleast that is what I kept telling myself.
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One night mum was taking a bath so I decided to run upstairs to grab my phone off the charger in my bedroom.
"Oh sorry mum I thought you was in the bath still, I just came to get my phone" I said quickly in shock.
Mum was sitting on the bed with a towel around her waist, her breasts hanging freely while she was brushing her hair.
Now I am not going to lie, mums breasts were not "perfect" or "huge", they were what I imagine would be average for a woman in her 50's. A little bit of sag but still very erotic and beautiful.
"No problem dear, go ahead and grab your phone. I will be down soon" she replied, not bothered that I had a full view of her chest.
I tried to move but I couldn't. All I could do was stare. It was obvious that I was turned on due to the bulge in the front of my shorts.
"Mum... er.. errrm" I stuttered trying to find words.
"Oh don't be silly. They are just old womans boobs. Past their sell by date." she replied. But she was serious? She actually thought of herself like that?
