I Want Mum

British English language and spelling. In some stories the processes or facts may be incorrect, it's only a story and in my world that's how it happened. A warning to those who steal stories to use on YouTube channels, I am watching and will hit you with a copyright claim.

I Want Mum

A story of a son's lust for his mother.

Being an only child and living in a house where your parents argue a lot does not bode well for a stable frame of mind. My parents argued but always seemed to make up and let it pass, as a young child I didn't think too much of it. As I got older it just didn't make any sense, some of the arguments were real howlers but again they made up. As I grew older I came to realise that whenever they argued I always took Mum's side. Partly because I had a thing for my Mum and partly because my Dad was nearly always wrong, but would never admit it.

I used to hear them fucking most weekends, so I knew the arguments weren't about sex. That was what I thought at the time. Just after my nineteenth birthday I started dating a local girl by the name of Lucy, she was quite pretty and sex mad. We fucked every chance we got, her house, my house even in the back of my car. One time I even imagined it was my Mum I was fucking the hell out of, although I never told Lucy.

Mum came home early one day and caught us in bed. What amazed me that day was that my Mum didn't go mad like I thought she would, she calmly told Lucy it was time to go home, and stood there watching as we got dressed. As I said Lucy was quite pretty but she had a killer body, 34c tits, a cute arse and she trimmed her pubic hair into a strip above her cunt.

I was fairly well built as I played a lot of sports. I started doing it originally just to get me out of the house and away from the arguments. I had a six pack with a broad chest and some fairly decent muscles.

I noticed how Mum was staring at us and thought it was strange, but I didn't say anything as I wanted to get Lucy out of the way. Once she had left Mum started cooking dinner while I watched TV. I looked at Mum and tried to work out why she was staring at us earlier, she had a decent figure herself.

Mum had long shiny jet black hair, I think there was some Italian heritage somewhere a few generations back in her family. Her bust was 36c and from what I had seen of her in shorts or bikinis she had a smooth tummy, nice legs and a tight bum. Clearly Mum didn't have any reason to be jealous of Lucy, apart from the age difference. Lucy had just turned nineteen and mum was forty-one.

I was daydreaming and staring at the screen when she startled me.

"Kevin, I don't mind you having Lucy over but please make sure it's when your father won't be here."

"Yeah okay. Sorry about that Mum, I wasn't expecting you home early."

"Clearly. I had a headache and left work early. As I said it's fine with me, just not when your father is here please, you know what he's like?"

"Will do Mum, and sorry for earlier."

"That's fine." With that Mum smiled and went back to the kitchen.

I thought she might say something to Dad when he got home but she never mentioned it at all, during dinner she even asked me how my day at college had been.

I wasn't sure how my Dad would have taken the news, he changed his mind like the weather. Sometimes it would be okay for me to do something and other times he would flip out. The more I thought about it, the more I realised this was probably the cause of many arguments between Mum and Dad.

Dad had his own accountancy business where he employed about ten people. I often wondered if it was stress that made him like that or not. He was a year older than Mum but looked a good ten years older, his hair was thinning and he seemed to be fighting a losing battle with his ever increasing fat belly. Dad wasn't one for the gym or exercise, whereas Mum used the gym three times a week, and it showed.

Nothing was ever said about that incident again, although I did start texting Mum to let her know when I was at home with Lucy. Mum was a manager in human resources for a local engineering company, having worked her way up the ladder over the years.

During our summer break when Lucy was away with her family, I had arranged to go for a day out with some friends, on the day a lot of them cried off saying they didn't have the money. Totally pissed off and bored shitless I went into town to look around the shops. I wanted to get a few CD's and some clothes. I also scoured the charity shops for stuff I could use for a fancy dress costume later in the year.

I was looking for stuff that I could adapt so the costume looked like one of the three musketeers. The trousers, baggy shirt and leather waistcoat were easy to get hold of. The boots were taking some work finding anything remotely close. As I checked out a pair of trousers I looked out of the shop window and spotted my Mum standing by a shop doorway across the road. As I watched, some guy walked out, took her hand and walked off with her.

Dumping the trousers back on the rail I slowly followed to see where they were going, I saw them turn left and walked faster to the corner. When I looked they were nowhere in sight, as I hadn't sprinted after them, I assumed they must have parked a car there and driven off. I shrugged my shoulders and headed off back to my own car stopping to look at the shop I had seen Mum outside, it was a small DIY and hardware store. I couldn't imagine what Mum wanted in the store, I was more concerned about who she was with.

That evening at home I didn't mention to Mum that I had seen her, she asked how my day went.

"Boring really. Most of the group cried off saying they had no money, in the end I went into town and did some shopping."

"What did you buy?" Mum asked

"Just a few CD's and some bits, nothing special."

Just then Dad walked in and he was in a foul mood. When he left work he found some scumbag had keyed the side of his car, I looked at it and the scratch was down to the metal in a few places.

"If I find out who was responsible, I'll fucking kill them!" Dad fumed.

Mum shook her head and I just stood there, I didn't smile but I knew that was all bravado from Dad. He wasn't an aggressive person and his limit of manliness was arguing with Mum.

"Language Robert please." Mum chided.

"Oh I'm so sorry Carol." He replied sarcastically.

Knowing this was the start of another argument I went to my room and put my headphones on, I stayed there listening to Iron Maiden to drown out their shouting. Mum knocked and told me dinner was ready a short while later.

The atmosphere downstairs was tense, and Dad quite rightly, was still fuming about his car. We ate our meal in silence with Dad finishing first saying he had work to do. Mum let out a sigh of exasperation as we heard his study door slam.

"Are you okay Mum?"

"Yes I'm fine Kevin. I wanted to talk to your Dad about something but I'll leave it for tonight."

"Is it bad news then I asked?"

"No, not really. It's just I have to go away for one night for a conference and was going to mention it to him."

"Oh right I see. Yeah, probably best to leave it for another time." I said smiling.

Later that night in my room I thought about seeing Mum earlier and now she mentions a conference with a night away. Given that she rarely stayed away before I got suspicious and thought that maybe she was having an affair. With no proof I let the matter drop and went for a shower. Mum and Dad were already in bed.

As I dumped my clothes in the laundry basket I spotted a pair of Mum's panties, nice dark blue lace boy shorts. I picked them up to admire them and noticed the crotch was damp, I held them to my nose and inhaled my Mum's scent.

'Maybe Mum is having an affair I wonder if she's fucking the guy I saw her with earlier today?'

I thought as I placed her panties back in the hamper.

I couldn't get the thought of Mum having an affair out of my mind. After I had dried myself and dressed in shorts and t-shirt I looked at her Facebook profile. Mum didn't interact much apart from liking a few posts and pictures, mostly mine. I checked her friends list and I am sure the guy I saw her with is Keith Barclay, someone she works with according to his details.

I needed to know more so I crept downstairs to Mum's home office. Recently she had a problem with her laptop, Mum gave me the password when I checked it out for her. She hadn't changed the laptop login password, chances are she had the system remember all the others as Mum was terrible at remembering things like that.

A quick scan of her personal email revealed nothing, I checked her work email and apart from a confirmation that she had a room booked there was nothing suspicious.

I knew Mum's company would have booked the hotel as that's how they operated, no employee was allowed to book or purchase anything then expect to claim it back. Mum told me this when she needed a new printer recently.

I returned to my room and after what seemed like forever I must have finally fallen asleep, the house was quiet when I woke as Mum and Dad had both left for work.

While I ate some cereal I thought about Mum and her colleague Keith Barclay, funny thing was he didn't seem her type. If I was going to know I had to be devious, then I had a bright idea.

I called the hotel pretending to be from Mum's company and wanted to confirm there were two rooms booked, the person I spoke to said yes. One in the name of Keith Barclay, the other in the name of Carol Middleton. I thanked them and hung up the phone.

You might think this was a lot of work to find out a little information, but I knew my Mum, if she could avoid staying in a hotel she would, regardless of who was paying for it. Mum had been to conferences before that were a lot further from home and never stayed the night, I wanted to know why she was doing it this time. If it was to be with him then I wanted to spoil things and get him out of the way, I wanted Mum for myself and he wasn't going to get in my way. There was only one thing for it, I would have to drive to the hotel and see if I could catch them doing anything.

On the day of the conference Mum left earlier than usual, I heard Dad leave for work a short time later. I told Dad the night before I would be out with friends and probably be home late, he just nodded his head. Knowing Mum was at a conference I knew I didn't have to be there until the evening so I took my time and left just after lunch, I found the hotel and Mum's car was in the car park. I parked away from her car so if she did come out I wouldn't be seen, the hotel didn't have its own restaurant, but the pub next door did.

It was just after six o'clock and sure enough Mum and Barclay walked out the hotel into the pub, all innocent so far I thought. When they finally left the pub I saw they were holding hands again. Barclay stopped and kissed my Mum, not a peck but a lover's kiss. I took a picture with my phone in case I needed it later. Knowing Mum's room number I gave them some time and went inside. As I walked slowly down the corridor it hit me that if Mum stepped out of her room I would have some explaining to do.

Finding his room first it was all quiet when I listened at the door, slowly I moved to Mum's door. Inside I could hear them talking, at least that's what it sounded like. I had my ear pressed to the door when I heard Mum tell him it was time for him to go back to his own room. I walked away so fast I was almost running, I just rounded the corner when I heard a door open. I sprinted the last few yards out of the hotel. I sat in my car and got my breath back, it pleased me that Mum didn't seem to be fucking Barclay.

I don't know if they had done it some other time. Luckily Dad was in bed so I went straight to my room. I didn't sleep at all that night thinking of Mum in that hotel, despite her sending him away. I hated him for just being close to her, I was like the walking dead for the rest of the day. When Mum arrived home she noted how bad I looked.

"I didn't sleep last night Mum as I had a bad stomach ache." I lied.

"Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah a lot better, just tired."

"You have something to eat and get off to bed. You'll be fine tomorrow after a decent night's sleep." Mum said as she patted my head.

The following day they had both left for work when I awoke just before eleven o'clock. Throughout the day I thought about nothing else but Mum, I wondered if they had fucked. What surprised me was Barclay seemed a bit of a drip, although he appeared to fancy himself as a ladies man. I needed a plan and it had to be a good one as well, mentally I made a list of what I would need then opted to write it down just to be safe.

Two days later I was armed with all I needed. Time to find out more about Mr Keith Barclay, and more importantly, find out how close he was to Mum. For the next few weeks I followed Barclay every chance I got, Lucy came back from her holiday and that curtailed my time severely. I learned he was a creature of habit and went out every Thursday night, in a way this pleased me as my Mum never went out on Thursday nights.

Lucy had gone away for a few days to visit her Grandmother, I waited outside Barclays house that night and followed him to a very upscale wine bar in town. This wasn't the sort of place I could afford to drink in, so I resigned myself to sitting in the car. While I waited I got the camera ready in case I needed it. Yawning I prayed he would hurry up and leave soon, fifteen minutes later he did just that accompanied by a young blonde woman.

I took several pics of them talking and holding hands, finally he kissed her before opening the car door for her to get inside. Following from a distance I trailed them to a shitty motel that I knew never asked any questions when they rented a room. Once I had pics of them going inside I called it a night and went home.

It was nearly midnight and Mum and Dad were in bed, I checked and they were sound asleep.

The next day I printed off the best pictures of him and the blonde woman placing them inside a plain brown padded envelope with a typed letter warning that I was watching him. The address was printed out and the envelope marked private and confidential, I sent it to him at work. I did the same with the picture from my phone of him and Mum, I sent that to her at work.

I left it a few days and checked Mum's email again late one night there was a message from Barclay.

Carol

I really enjoyed our night together at the conference, despite you turning down my offer of some fun. I have thought of nothing else since we got back. I hope that you may feel the same.

Keith x

I checked the sent items for Mum's reply, thinking I was glad she was a bit of a technophobe and hadn't deleted the message.

Keith

I'm sorry but kissing you that night was a moment of madness and a mistake. Someone knew about us as I had a picture of us kissing outside the hotel sent to me, sorry but this is not worth the risk. I hope you understand.

Carol

Last time I checked he stayed at home for the night, probably scared his mystery stalker was watching.

With him out of the way I concentrated on keeping tabs on my Mum, she didn't do anything unusual or go anywhere different.

The end of the summer holiday reared its head and within days I went back to college, I picked up where I had left off with Lucy as our schedules were now similar. If we were not studying or at college, we were in her bed or my bed fucking our brains out. The weird thing was most of the time I imagined it was my Mum I was fucking. What made this weird was Lucy looked nothing like Mum, but hey it worked for me.

Things at home didn't change and Mum and Dad still argued a lot, the big difference now was they didn't seem to be having sex anymore. I knew this because I never heard them, whereas before I always knew. Mum got snappy and quick tempered. Typical symptom of a woman not getting any, or so I was told.

The arguments got worse and I spent less time at home when they were both there. I talked to Mum and although she said it was one of those things, I knew there was more to it. Curiously Dad started spending more time at the office than ever before. I didn't think he was having an affair, I doubt he could get a woman interested in him. I assumed it was to avoid being near Mum. Lucy and I had been invited to a bonfire party on November fifth, as it wasn't going to be a riotous student affair. I asked Lucy if it was okay if my Mum tagged along. Lucy liked my Mum even though they didn't spend a great deal of time together.

We talked about it and asked Mum one evening when Dad was out.

"Mum, Lucy and I are off to a bonfire party at the weekend, we wondered if you would like to come along as well?"

"Please say yes Mrs Middleton. It will be so much fun." Lucy said keenly.

"I don't know Kevin. Surely you don't want me tagging along and spoiling your fun? Besides, what would your father say?" Mum replied, trying to get out of going.

"Come on Mum, it will do you good to get out."

"I'll think about it and let you know, I promise."

I took Lucy home a short time later and Mum was still up when I arrived back home, Dad's car was on the drive but I didn't see him indoors.

"Where's Dad?"

"In bed sulking," Mum mumbled.

"Why what's wrong Mum?"

"He came in from work just after you left and started moaning straight away, when I replied sarcastically, nice to see you Robert. He stomped off upstairs."

"Mum is there something wrong between you two that I don't know about?"

"No Kevin. Well apart from your father working all hours and ignoring me, everything is fine."

"If I can do anything to help out Mum, let me know."

"Thank you Kevin but we will be fine. Your father picked up a new client a while ago, it increased his workload more than he thought it would, hopefully when it calms down we can get back to normal."

The following day I woke to what sounded like a vocal version of a world war. I stayed upstairs to keep out of the way, it ended with Dad saying he was sick of this shit and storming out the door.

When I went downstairs Mum was sitting at the table crying.

"What's up Mum?" I asked, hugging her.

"Your bloody father, that's what! He actually accused me of having an affair."

"He did what?" I exclaimed.

"He thinks I am seeing someone at the gym. Of all the ridiculous ideas." Mum said between her sobs.

I knew this was a load of rubbish as Mum's gym session was always seven until eight o'clock, she was always home twenty minutes later. so how she was having an affair I will never know. If Dad had mentioned someone Mum worked with I might have thought twice about it.

"He's the one spending all of his time at work." Mum sobbed. "Maybe he is having an affair."

"I doubt it Mum, I think Dad is just working too much. I'll try and speak to him later if you like?"

"No Kevin. Leave it, I hope he will come to his senses soon." Mum begged.

"Okay Mum if that's what you want. I have to get to college. I will see you later." I said as I kissed her cheek.

"See you later Kevin," Mum sobbed. "Oh by the way, if it's still open I will take you up on the bonfire party invitation." Mum called out to me.

"Yeah sure Mum, I'll let Lucy know later. She was hoping you would say yes." In truth so was I as any chance I got to get between Mum and Dad was worth it.

Lucy was happy my Mum had agreed to join us, she talked about little else whenever we saw each other during the day. I had no idea why she was happy, but as it would give Mum a night out I didn't mind.

Mum and Dad had practically stopped speaking to each other, things were quiet at home. In some ways it was a godsend, in others a pain in the arse as it created a bad atmosphere.