A partially true story, with some fantasy thrown into the mix.
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Being raised by a single parent had its compensations as well as its drawbacks. My mother came under the heading of 'single parent', having gotten pregnant at a ridiculously early age she was dumped by her then boyfriend and managed to have a huge fallout with her parents.
The compensation of being the child of a single parent was that I never had two parents telling me what to do, the drawback was that I never had two parents... you get the idea. I rarely saw my grandparents, I don't even remember my grandfather, and grandmother was just this strange old lady that we visited out on a farm maybe once a year and from whom I got a Christmas present every year and money in a card on my birthday.
Grandmother's farm was about fifty miles away from where we lived in a large industrial town, It may as well have been on the other side of the planet as far as I was concerned growing up. Mother went to work, I went to school, I don't remember how we managed that when I was very young, but by the time I was eight or nine I was 'a latch key kid', coming and going on my own. Not that my mother was a bad parent, we just had to get on with our lives as well as we could.
I was far from being an exception to the rule, being an inner city kid I was surrounded by other kids in the same situation. Single parent families were commonplace in our neighbourhood, mostly mother's with one kid but there were a few with two or even three, and one dad with two kids that I knew of. The one thing that did separate us from the majority of one parent families was Mum working, only a few did that I was aware of.
Mum, Lisa to her friends. Five feet one inch tall, kind of skinny in a busty way. Sort of dirty blonde hair, down to her shoulders when not up in a ponytail. Pretty, yes even I, her son had to admit that she was very pretty, and usually smiling. At least that's what I always saw. As I got older and my friends did the same I became the envy of quite a few of them, I had a MILF, at least that's what they said, it took Me a bit longer to realise they were right.
Me, I'm just under six feet tall, average build, average looks, same dirty blonde hair.
I was almost finished college, still sitting my 'A' levels when I got home one evening to find mum sat on the sofa in our little town house holding a bunch of papers in her hands, for once she didn't have a big smile for me. It was obvious that something was wrong and when I asked her she replied that her mother had died the week previous, "I didn't even know she was ill."
What do you say in that situation? There wasn't much I could say, I commiserated with her as best I could and then she dropped the big bombshell "We now own a farm!"
"What? We own a farm?"
"Yes, the crazy thing is that I've owned it for years and didn't even know about it, not that it's a real farm anymore, the land is mostly rented out to others now. My father started doing that before I was born, by the time I had you he wasn't really farming at all, just keeping a few poultry and a couple of pigs and sheep. They've been gone for years, my mother just kept on with a couple of dozen chickens and the odd goose now and again for Christmas. Seems she had plenty of money though, a lot more than I realised."
That evening we indulged in a rare treat in our house, a good steak and a bottle of wine. Mum worked as some sort of admin assistant, her salary kept us both going, just. I'd had my eighteenth birthday just a couple of weeks ago and mum had pulled out all the stops to send me out that night with money in my pocket to celebrate with my friends. I knew how hard she worked and struggled and I was more than grateful, she just shrugged it off as something any mother would do.
Steak and wine, and conversation. We talked a lot that evening about our future. Should we keep, should we sell? By the end of the evening we hadn't decided, we didn't know enough about it to come to any informed conclusions, but I was certainly glad to get out of that room.
When there was only the two of us in the house mum didn't go to great lengths to cover up, she never had. The house was small, tiny really, and we shared the bathroom, and frequently the bathwater, though not at the same time. Moving around the home wrapped in a towel was bound to attract the odd accident and it had. That night though I had been sat opposite my lovely little mum with an ever increasing view of her breasts as we talked and she got a bit tipsy. I don't know whether she realised the show she was giving me, but my cock certainly did, I had a serious hard-on! Mum rarely drank, and when she did it didn't take much to send her silly, she'd only had a glass and a couple of sips of her second one so I knew she wasn't drunk, but she was 'forgetful', in that she forgot how loose her blouse was and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Back in my tiny bedroom I had to relieve the pressure, then take the handful of tissues and flush them down the loo. On the way back to my room as I passed mum's door I heard soft noises coming from her, I'd guessed some time ago that she was jilling off, I'd even jacked off once or twice outside her door listening to her.
The next couple of weeks passed very slowly for me, exams seemed to slow down the passage of time. I couldn't attend the funeral due to an exam but mother did and she had to have several meetings with lawyers to sort out property and money. My exams finally over we were able to sit and agree on our next move. Go see the farm.
Mum finished work early on Fridays so we went on that afternoon. The bus dropped us just outside the lane that led to the farm buildings and we set off walking. I knew the way having been there just before the previous Christmas but I'd never looked at the place the way I did now, It was much bigger than I thought it was, there were outbuildings scattered around and a large open fronted shed, with a tractor and a newish looking four by four, I wondered who they belonged to.
As we approached the main house a man came around the corner and greeted us, he was the hired help that my grandmother had kept on for as long as I could remember, doing the heavy work that she couldn't manage. He had the keys to the house and opened up for us. Bert as he asked us to call him started to show us around the house until mum reminded him that she had grown up here, he said he'd forgotten that, and left us to wander around on our own.
As we wandered from room to room mum explained what each room used to be. I'd never seen most of the house having only been for what seemed like obligatory visits, I didn't know it's history. The house was old, very very old. Once part of a now long gone Priory it had been a guest house, altered and reduced it was nevertheless very large, our little two bedroomed house could fit comfortably in the kitchen I think. The place hadn't really been touched since my grandmother had died so there was stuff all over the place, like an Aladdin's cave. The whole of the downstairs was so cluttered it was unbelievable, the two upper floors were even worse with what had apparently once been servants quarters on the top floor being piled high with old furniture.
"My mother never threw anything away, the same as my dad and his dad before him, the house has been in the family for a long time."
It showed, the house would take forever to clear out. "What are you going to do with all this stuff?"
"Me, you mean we!"
"No, it's your stuff mum."
"Actually I've been meaning to talk to you about that, yes, the farm and lands are mine and have been for almost ten years; the lawyers told me it had been made over to my name a couple of years after My dad died. I didn't even know about it. As for money, my mother left everything to the two of us jointly, except for a large lump of money which is in a trust fund for you, you'll be getting a monthly allowance, administered by me until you are twenty-one, then it's yours outright."
When she told me the figures I was stunned, my worries about how I was going to fund myself through university had just been blown away!
"What about the income from the land that's rented out, will that be enough for you to live on, can you give up your job?"
"Yes and yes, 'though I'm toying with the idea of doing bed and breakfast."
I had to laugh, from being on the edge of poverty we were suddenly land owners and very comfortably off. There were tears in mum's eyes as she hugged me, her head came just to my chest but as I hugged her back I felt those gorgeous breasts against my body, when I kissed her on the top of her head she lifted her face to me and pulled me down and landed a huge kiss right on my lips. She let go of my head and put her head into my chest. "We're ok you and me, aren't we?"
It seemed a strange thing for her to say to me, but then I remembered that she had not had the close relationship with her parents that we enjoyed, so maybe she just wanted or needed a bit of reassurance.
"We are always good mum, always will be!"
I did something then that I'd never done before, I took a huge chance. I dropped my hands from her back down to her buns. With my hands gently gripping the cheeks of her derrière she looked up at me again and this time it was me that kissed her. She didn't pull away, nor did she break the kiss until we both needed to breathe. Wow!
"You shouldn't start something you can't finish."
I would probably have been less shocked if she'd slapped me! Her smile melted me and when she pulled my head back down for another much briefer kiss I instantly gave in, and felt a very embarrassing twinge in my trousers, I was getting aroused, very aroused.
"Mmm, someone is getting excited, but this is neither the time nor the place!"
had I heard her right? Had my mother just said that? Was she suggesting that there might be an appropriate time and place? She laughed at what I assumed was my dumbfounded expression and pulled me around the rest of the house.
Back down in the kitchen we approached a very solid looking door in a corner.
