If you like quick, "wham bam thank you Mam" stories this may not be for you. This is about an incestuous relationship between a mature mother and her grown son.
For those that are overly sensitive to geographically specific language this is written using British English. If you have difficulties with this I recommend you skip the story.
So having tried to warn those sensitive types about the nature of this little tail, for those still wishing to read I hope you enjoy the story and any constructive feedback is always read and considered and if very relevant will be replied to. Your vote is also appreciated.
This story is about characters over the age of 18 and is completely fictional with no relationship to any real person, living or dead. Should one be perceived it is not intended and totally coincidental.
TTC
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It was early December and I was sitting at home wondering what the Christmas arrangements would be with Mum and Dad. Normally I would travel to Edinburgh with my wife to stay with them and we would travel back for New Year, but this Christmas was going be a little different having separated from my wife 6 months ago. Jennifer was a flight attendant and she had suddenly decided I was not the one for her. As it happened I found out she was having an affair with one of the pilots she often flew with on long haul flights. There was no attempt at reconciliation, she made her announcement, having already moved her belongings out while I was on a business trip, and left immediately. She filed for divorce the following week stating irreconcilable differences and that was it.
I was left in our apartment alone, and to some extent in a bit of shock. It took a few weeks to adjust, but very quickly I realised just how controlling and manipulative she had been. Pulling me further away from my friends, and Mum and Dad to some extent, as I went from visiting 5 or 6 times a year to just Christmas and birthdays in the last couple of years. She would also tend to object to me wanting to see friends and colleagues even though she was always invited along as well.
Anyway as I was considering Christmas all of a sudden the phone rang. Unusually the display said "Mum" and not "Mum & Dad". So Mum was calling from her mobile, which was unusual at nearly 10 o'clock in the evening.
"Hi Mum." I answered.
"Hello Stuart." Mum replied. She continued, "I'm phoning to find out what your plans are for Christmas this year."
Without noticing anything odd in her voice I replied, "I was assuming that I would come up to you and Dad for Christmas and come back for a New Year's party here in Bristol."
There was a short pause before Mum spoke, "That's probably not going to be a good idea. To be honest your father has been playing around and he's admitted to having an affair with one of his colleagues. So we're not speaking at all."
"What!" I exclaimed loudly not totally taking in the full extent of the consequences of the situation.
Mum jumped in, "So I was wondering if I could come down and spend Christmas with you?"
"Of course you can," I replied. "You know you're always welcome. Are you sure that's what you want to do?
Mum paused and then replied, "Yes, I'm sure."
I could hear her voice going a little and it seemed she was finding it difficult to control the sadness that she was obviously feeling. Was that a slight sob I detected?
"Are you ok Mum?" I asked.
I heard her take a big breath before replying, "Yes dear. I'm fine. I'm angry more than anything at his dishonesty, rather than the affair. Look we've been married close to 30 years and things are not what they used to be, you know, in bed. I wish he had spoken to me rather than running off behind my back. To be honest if he'd spoken to me I might have been able to do something. So he has his bit of stuff at work and I'm considering whether the marriage is over, but I need some space to do that."
"I had no idea it had become that bad." I said wishing there was something I could do.
"Of course you didn't dear. I didn't either until this week. So I thought you and I could spend Christmas together, and New Year, if possible. At the same time I could decide what I want to do."
"Mum, if that's what you want to do it will be a pleasure to have you down and although I have a New Year party to go to I don't see any reason why you can't come along. So yes, please come and stay."
We continued our conversation with arrangements for the holiday and after another 20 minutes we both hung up.
Over the next couple of weeks I ordered and collected the food and bought decorations for the apartment, as I didn't have any, and got everything ready for a Christmas at home. Mum and I spoke regularly sorting out arrangements for us and it was quickly apparent that she was looking forward to her visit.
She had arranged to drive down. I had suggested flying, but she said she'd like the independence of having her car so she wasn't reliant on me. She had also arranged to stay overnight at her friend Linda's in Leeds to split the journey into two. So she had set off on the Sunday before Christmas, spent the night in Leeds and was now heading to Bristol on Christmas Eve.
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It was nearly 3 o'clock when the phone rang, it was Mum.
"Hi Mum." I answered, and then asked, "Is everything ok?"
"Yes dear," she replied. "I just wanted to know where to park. I'm outside."
"Can you see my car?" I asked.
After a moment she replied, "Oh, yes I can."
"Park in the space to the right of it. I'll come out."
"Ok. Thank you Dear." was all I heard before she ended the call.
I grabbed my keys and headed outside as Mum got out of her car. She saw me approaching and with her oh so familiar smile she opened her arms. I ran and we embraced and kissed each other on the cheek. I then stood back just out of arm's length and looking her up and down I was amazed at how she looked.
She was always reasonably slim, being quite tall, but she was in jeans and a sweater and she looked fit. "My goodness Mum, you're looking good. You've had your hair done and the make-up is a bit unusual for you."
She giggled and replied, "I thought I'd make an effort, not only for Liz, before I left, but also for my favourite son. You don't want me turning up all drab and unkept now do you?"
We both laughed. I then stopped and asked, "Favourite son? Is there a brother I don't know about?"
Mum laughed loudly at our little private joke. She came and hugged me again and said softly in my ear, "It's wonderful to see you Stuart."
"It's wonderful to see you too Mum", I replied softly.
We broke our embrace and continued to talk as we began emptying her car. Bags full of I don't know what, bags with presents, and two large suitcases. Apparently this was "only a few essentials"! Well that's Mums for you, I laughed to myself, always prepared for every eventuality.
After nearly half an hour of unloading, unpacking and settling Mum into the spare bedroom we were done. She'd freshened up and had changed into her house dress. It was one of her favourite dresses for around the house. It was sleeveless, with broad shoulder straps. It had a loose waist and the skirt flared to the knee.
We sat and had a drink and Mum told me the story of Dad, his affair and her. Although I loved Dad, he had been a complete idiot. Apparently the "other woman" is also married and has 3 children. Apparently he had asked her to leave her husband and children and move in with him, once he'd moved out. Mum had already told him it was over and that he'd better get his arse out the house by the time she gets back. The other woman immediately ditched Dad, saying he was just a bit of fun on the side because her husband worked too hard and there was no way she would leave her kids.
So poor Dad had not only lost Mum, he had been ditched by the other woman and was now looking forward to a life alone, starting with this Christmas. I felt a little sorry for him, but to be honest he only had himself to blame.
Mum and I enjoyed Christmas Day and Boxing Day exchanging gifts and generally enjoying each other's company. She treated me to her cooking and seemed to enjoy spending the time spoiling me. Around the house we both began to relax around each other and it wasn't long before I was wandering around in only shorts at times, as I normally did, and Mum had even just worn her little nighty in the morning while making breakfast.
My mother, Evelyn, was still a very attractive woman and at 48 certainly not over the hill. Being 5 feet 10 inches she always gave the impression of elegance and confidence. She kept herself fit and with her blonde hair now shortened to just resting on her shoulders she had an air of sophistication I hadn't seen before.
On the day after Boxing Day we'd gone out for a lunch and had an evening meal together at a restaurant and seemed to enjoy each other's company. As the days went on she seemed to become a little more flirtatious with me and she seemed to take every opportunity for physical contact giving me a hug or running her hands over my back, chest and even my thighs from time to time.
New Year's Eve had arrived and we both dressed and readied ourselves for the party. This went off well, with us both enjoying ourselves with my friends. My friends knew that I was bringing my mother and she seemed to revel in the attention that many of my male friends showered upon her. She was an awful flirt but despite that she maintained a level of respectability despite getting a little tipsy, as we all did. Eventually the night drew to a close and we got a taxi home. A number of my friends had commented at how much fun Eve had been and one or two had even mentioned how desirable she was. But I assumed the latter were alcohol fuelled comments and they would probably regret making them once they'd sobered up.
We got in the taxi and headed home. Mum simply cuddled into me in the back of the taxi, neither of us talking much. She kept looking at me and smiling each time I looked at her.
We got back to the apartment and I slumped onto the sofa somewhat exhausted and she slumped on the sofa opposite me, also exhausted from the evening's jollities. Her dress had ridden up revealing not only her stocking tops, but also bare flesh above them. I was a little surprised at this sight but more so at my reaction to it. I was finding it difficult to turn my gaze away, and found the sight quite erotic with my body responding to the visual display I was witnessing.
Eventually I glanced up at Mum's face to see her looking back at me a little quizzically.
