Chapter 2: My Mum Comes With News
I had been at university in Durham a few months now. It was great and I was having the time of my life. The studying was harder than I expected, but the drinking and good times came easy. I had made a load of new friends and had a few girls in my bed too. I think that the experience that I had had with my Mum on the way up here had given me a whole new impetus and confidence, especially with women. I was still single though. Only one girl had been a regular thing, but we weren't dating. We were friends who wanted a bit more. She was even kind of dating another guy, a friend of mine on the university rugby team, so we had to keep it very quiet.
Her name was Kate. She was a freshman like me studying economics. She was in the women's football team and worked out at the gym as much as I did. We met on a sports night out. The rugby teams, football teams and loads of other sport societies and teams all getting together in town for a huge night out. There was a bit of a rivalry between the football teams and rugby teams about who could pull the most, both the ladies and guys. At the end of all of the drunkenness, she ended up back at mine, naked and we fucked until the sun was high in the sky the next morning.
It was now the first week of December and freezing cold. Durham is quite far north in England and when it gets cold up here, you know it. It had seemed to have rained continuously for a month.
My Mum and I were doing great. We chatted and messaged nearly every night. We were sending each other sexy messages and sharing fantasies that we were masturbating together to. We masturbated with each other over Facetime and I learned a lot about some of the things she fantasised about but hadn't done. It was a bit weird hearing about how my Dad would or wouldn't fuck her, but considering that the last time I had seen my Mum I had filled her pussy with my cum, I got over any weirdness.
Over the last few months it had seemed that things between my parents weren't great. Things hadn't been great for a while actually. They seemed to get along on the face of it and always smiled together when with friends and out in town, but they had grown apart. They were arguing a lot and it had turned out that they didn't have much in common in the end. My Dad was a lot older than she was. My Mum was 36, she had given birth to me at 18. They had had me very early in their relationship, within the first year, but had got married very soon afterwards and stayed together since. My Dad was now 54 and seemed to be at a different place in his life than she wanted to be at.
When my Mum (or Cumslut as I now called her when we were having our chats) and I were chatting we were having a very exciting time, I could tell that things weren't right back home. Maybe not having me there so much left a bit of a void for them? Maybe it forced them to actually try and communicate again which they realised they couldn't do anymore? Apparently, they had only had sex once since I they had given me the lift up here. After we had had sex and were becoming so close over text and Facetime, my Mum had been opening up to me about all kinds of things, which I really loved. I felt closer to her than I ever had done. I felt closer to her than I had ever been with anyone.
I was living in a shared house with 3 other guys who were pigs. I was only 18, but I was clean and tidy. I cleaned up after myself, cooked healthy meals, washed, kept my room clean and tidy, in general I was an utter annoyance to my flat mates. Or visa-versa. But we actually all got on really well. We all had similar tastes in music, in drinking, smoked weed occasionally, enjoyed going out together into town and were all basically single. They knew about Kate and also knew to keep quiet about it. We hadn't done anything in front of them, but we weren't exactly quiet when fucking and the guys all knew what we were doing despite Kate dating someone else.
I was working on my assignments in my room. Things were going ok, but it was starting to get a little dark and my brain was getting fried. I was about ready to pack it up when the doorbell went down stairs. This was a strange occurrence at the best of times. People generally didn't ring the door bell, they rang your mobile to get in if they were calling to let you know they were on their way. As if on cue, my mobile rang. The screen flashed up "Mum". I dismissed the door, one of my flat mates would answer it, and answered the phone.
"Hey, Mum. How are you doing?" I said.
"Hi, Ben." Mum replied.
"It's a bit earlier than we normal chat. I haven't heard from you for a few days..." I could hear in her voice something was wrong. It sounded like she was holding back sobs as though they were straining to break through a very thin façade. "Are you ok? What's wrong? Has something happened?"
"I'm not good. I don't know what to do." It was starting to break through.
"It's ok, Mum. What's wrong?"
"It's... It's... Your Dad has left me. I didn't know what to do."
"Oh, Mum. I'm so sorry." I could hear someone down stairs answering the door. I heard Mark, one of my flat mates, open the door and say "Hello?" to whoever was waiting. The weird thing was, I heard the same voice on the phone.
"One of your friends has just answered the door, Ben." She said to me down the phone, which I could also hear through the floor as my room was above the living room where the front door was.
"Ok, I'm coming straight down. Come on inside." And I hung up the phone.
I went straight down stairs and saw my Mum standing in the living room with tears streaming down her face.
"Err, I think this girl's for you, Ben." Mark said looking pretty lost with himself. He turned to my Mum and said "Right. Err, nice to meet you, whoever you are. Ok. Err, see you both later." And he quickly exited and went into the kitchen.
I lead Mum upstairs into my room and sat her on the bed. I only had one chair in the room which was up to my desk and apart from the floor, there weren't many other seating options. But the bed was good. It was soft, easy and I could sit right up to her and I put my arms around her shoulders and gave her a really big hug. She cried into my shoulder, holding onto me with all her strength. She just sobbed and sobbed onto my shirt for what seemed ages. She was so upset and I really felt awful for her.
Eventually, her crying and sobbing slowed a little and she let go of me. I dropped my hands down but kept them around her, one behind her back around her waist and I rested my other hand on her thigh. She kept her head low, not looking at me, still sobbing gently. I lifted my hand from her thigh and gently placed my palm on her cheek, lifting her head up slightly so she could look at me. She lifted her eyes up to look into mine. I looked back at her with as much love and understanding as I could. Still holding her cheek, I slowly leaned into her and very lovingly and gently kissed her lightly on the lips.
"I love you. I'm here for you. I love you so much." I said to her still looking at her in her eyes.
She smiled weakly behind her sobs. "I love you too, Baby."
"What happened? Take your time."
"Tim left me."
