I love my mum. She worked very hard to look after me after my dad left us when I was 14.
Mum has never forgiven him for walking out on us. We had to manage what little Mum earned from her job and the little handouts we got from the state. When I was sixteen, I got some work, although only part-time. I made sure that Mum got most of the money. I'm now 19 and have a fairly well-paid job as a scaffolder, and I still give most of the money to my mum. We now have enough money to live fairly comfortably with the occasional takeout meal or evening out at the local restaurant.
We live on a fairly quiet street, and neither of us had many friends around us. So we mainly kept to ourselves.
Mum worked for the last 10 years in a roadside cafe in the next town. She would tell me about the men who flirted with her but never liked most of them.
I was also unlucky with women and only had one girlfriend since school. This relationship only lasted six months, I also never managed to have full sex with her, which left me frustrated. I spent most of my evenings playing on my games machine and watching porn on the internet.
Lately, I have had improper thoughts about my mum which has disturbed me a little.
I know it was wrong to think about my mum in that way, but as all my friends keep telling me, she is hot. I have to admit they are right. I never understood why she hadn't made the effort to find another fella.
At 19, my hormones were all over the place; I am constantly thinking about sex, even more since being dumped by my girlfriend at the beginning of the year.
Watching my mum walk about the house in her nightie or pyjamas in the evenings doesn't help either. It has got me started to wonder what it would be like to have sex with her. I had several very good hand orgasms in bed, playing out my fantasies in my mind, which included my mum and my ex-girlfriend.
One late evening, I was playing on my games machine and needed a drink. I came down to the kitchen and walked past the living room. Mum was sitting on the couch. I was just about to ask her if she needed anything from the kitchen when I noticed she was making moaning sounds and her hand moving around in her pyjama bottoms. Her head was laid back on the cushion on the top of the couch, and from what I could tell, she was having an orgasm. I didn't dare interrupt her. I decided to grab a drink and then go back to my room quietly.
My penis was straining to get out of my trousers by the time I got back to my room. The urge was too great, within minutes, I had shot cum on the carpet.
I hardly slept that night because as soon as I got into bed, my mind was replaying what I had seen through the door. I pictured myself kneeling between her legs, mopping up her juices with my tongue after she had masturbated. Then I made another mess this time in my pyjamas.
At breakfast the next morning I still couldn't get the thought out of my mind of my mum masturbating. Then she walked into the kitchen and gave the usual kiss on the head, saying, "Morning, my love. Did you sleep well?"
"No, Mum, I was a bit restless last night," I said.
"Oh dear, that's not good," she replied.
Mum was still in her pyjamas and looked so hot and I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. I was already getting bad thoughts.
She had a pile of dirty clothes in her arms as she walked over to the washing machine. She bent over to put clothes in to be washed. Oh my god, I thought, her pyjama material strained against her bottom. I could outline her pussy underneath. She was driving me crazy I had to make an excuse and left early for work.
I tried to stop thinking about her in that way. I spent a lot of my time in the room playing games on the games machine so I could stop the naughty thoughts. Mum would occasionally bring up drinks and the odd snack then go back to the living room to watch TV.
I noticed she had started drinking more in the evenings, as there was always an empty bottle left on the table in the mornings.
Most nights, I think she would down a bottle of wine to herself. I guess that was her way of coping with being a single mum.
On a couple of occasions, I've found her fast asleep on the couch. I covered her up with a blanket before heading back to my bed.
I decided to talk to her over breakfast about the drinking as I was worried. She told me she gets lonely in the evenings, and the drink helps.
