Up until recently, my life was always pretty normal. My name's Ben - I'm 19 and I live with my parents and my little brother, Thomas. My parents have good jobs, we've always had everything we needed. I did very well in school, and currently I'm taking a break before starting college.
When I was little, my parents always seemed really happy. They rarely fought, always spent quality time together...but, over the last few years, they have drifted farther and farther apart. My dad is hardly ever home anymore, and when he is he's always nagging at my mom and picking fights with her. It never made sense to me; my mom is a great woman. She's always been a supportive and loving wife, and she's always put him first. Not to mention, she's the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. She's average height, thick, and curvy with huge tits and tons of dark, curly hair. More than once, I've caught myself staring at her.
Once, I remember noticing that her nipples were showing through her slightly see-through shirt...leaving an embarrassing stiffness in my pants. Since then, I've learned to be a bit more careful with my gaze...though I still think about that time when I jerk off. Honestly, I think about her a lot when I jerk off - wrong as it may be.
So, naturally, it confused me that my dad seemed to be pulling away from her. Then, I witnessed something that made everything clear.
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I'm working for Dad at his construction company, while I'm home, trying to save up for a new car before I head off to college. I've been there for a couple weeks, now, and yesterday I saw something I wasn't supposed to see. I was headed into the office, to find out which job site I was working at that day, and as I got closer I could hear the door thumping slightly against its frame.
I stopped, unsure of whether or not I should go any closer. The thumping got louder and faster, and then I could hear a woman moaning. It was the receptionist, Rita, and she was clearly having a great time. At first, I chuckled...I assumed it was my buddy, James, who has always had a thing for her. So, I turned to walk away...but, then, I heard something that stopped me in my tracks.
"Oh, Phil," she moaned, "harder!"
"Phil?" I thought, "that's my..."
Sure enough, I heard my father's voice next.
"That's right, take it like a fucking whore."
I couldn't believe it - Rita was a good looking girl, but she was a total slut. She was nothing like Mom, who was definitely better looking...and had already given everything to my dad. What was I supposed to do with this information? How could he do this to Mom? I was so angry with my father, I left before I burst into the room and beat him senseless - but not before taking a quick audio recording, for proof.
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Back at the house, my mom was working in her office. The house was quiet, with Thomas being at school. She worked mostly from home, as a paralegal. She had left her office door open and, seeing me walk through the living room, shouted "everything okay, Babe?"
She always calls me Babe, she has for as long as I can remember. I couldn't bare to know this secret and keep it from her, knowing how much she loves and trusts me.
"Actually, Mom," I said, walking into her office, "no. It's not okay. I saw something, I don't know how to tell you, but..."
My mother looked over her glasses at me, silently.
"Mom, I saw...I went to work today, and I...just look at this." I handed her my phone, which was playing the audio recording of Rita and Dad.
She stared at the phone with a blank expression, then handed it back to me and put her hands in her lap. The silence was deafening.
"Mom, I'm so sorry," I said, "I can't believe he would do this to you."
"Honestly," she said, "I'd be lying if I said I'm surprised." She told me that she'd been suspicious for quite some time, especially about Rita. She knew how Rita was and, the more Dad disrespected my mother, the clearer it became that he was up to something. She thanked me for being honest, and for caring enough to not lie for him.
"Mom," I said, "I would never hurt you like that. I'm so angry that he did. I just want to make him feel just as shitty as he's made you feel."
"I know, Babe," she said. "You've always been my good boy." She kissed me on the cheek, and went to refill her coffee.
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After breaking the news to my mom, it was a pretty low-key morning. I lounged on the couch, watching TV while she continued to work. After about an hour, she came out and moved my legs, sitting down next to me.
"I can't concentrate," she said. "Can I sit with you?"
"Of course," I said, sitting up. "What do you want to watch?"
"Oh, I don't care," she said, snuggling up to me, "I just need your company right now."
I put my arm around her, letting her curl up beside me. It felt way better than I wanted to admit, her warm body pressed up against me. She smelled so good, and seeing her so sad made me want to hold her.
"You know," she said, with her head on my chest, "you're the only man I've ever really been able to trust."
"You can always trust me, Mom. I only ever want to make you happy."
"And you do, Babe. You always do."
There was an awkward silence after she said this. Then she sat up.
"Do you think it's me?" She asked, "is my age starting to show that badly?"
"Mom," I said, kind of sternly, "please don't talk like that. You've aged amazingly well...you're fucking gorgeous, Mom. He's such a fucking idio-"
Before I could finish my sentence, she kissed me. My mom fucking kissed me. "Did that really just happen?" I thought. She looked just as shocked as I was, and quickly stood up.
"Oh my god," she said, frantically. "I'm so sorry honey, it's just been a long time since a man has spoken about me that way, and you're just so cute, and I just...oh my god, I'm sorry!"
She rushed off to her room, blushing and apologizing. I sat there, puzzled. I had spent plenty of time fantasizing about my mother, but never had I thought that she'd actually kiss me. I was obviously hard as a rock, and now my heart was racing. I thought about going to my room...but then a thought occurred to me.
Why should my mom be left here, feeling like this? Why should she be so broken-hearted, while Dad's off getting his cock fucked by some whore? This had gone on long enough, this woman deserves to know how sexy she is. She deserves to feel good. I wanted so badly to make her feel good.
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*knock, knock, knock*
"Mom?"
I waited outside the door, but no answer. I cracked the door open, just a bit. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, with her head in her hands. I knelt down in front of her, and took her hands into mine.
