The Odd Job List
His Mum Does What His Wife Won't.
My parents were young when I was born, Mum wasn't even nineteen, Dad was only a few months older. My Mum, Michelle found out she was pregnant soon after her eighteenth birthday, my Dad, Chris stood by her and they got married. Just before her nineteenth birthday Mum gave birth to me, David 'Dave' Edwards.
Growing up I was happy, until just after my eighth birthday. That was when Dad left. I remember Mum crying a lot, I was too young to really understand what was going on. I knew Dad had left, I couldn't work out why. My Mum was and still is a very pretty woman, she's slim and is always well dressed, I couldn't understand why Dad left. Mum did tell me years later that he had an affair and ran off with the woman.
Growing up I got into several scrapes as a kid, mostly when other kids made comments about my Mum's looks. One kid made a few comments about Mum, he shut up when I loosened one of his teeth with a punch in the mouth. I got into trouble for that at school, although I never told Mum what he said. Mum and I were really close after Dad left. Mum did go on a few dates when I was sixteen and old enough to be on my own at home, she was always home before midnight and looking as decent as when she left.
Mum did meet and date one guy for a few months, I thought they might end up together for good. When Mum stopped seeing him I did ask why? She just said it wasn't working out. Mum and I spoke openly about everything. I remember one night just after my eighteenth birthday we were watching a movie, there was a hot sex scene in it, at least I thought it was hot. Mum said it was crap, either the man was the best lover ever, or the woman was a good actress. That led us to talking about sex, a subject I wasn't sure I wanted to discuss with my Mum.
"Dave, everyone does it. Sometimes it's good, sometimes not. Unlike those porn sites I know you look at, women do not burst into screaming orgasms at the slightest touch. Trust me if you want a woman to do that then you have to work at it."
"Looks like it could be fun, that's work I think I might enjoy." I replied with a stupid grin.
"You'll see. When you start dating and having sex, you'll find out how much work is involved." Mum went back to reading her book.
I won't deny I looked at and admired my Mum, she was attractive and had a great figure. Seeing her stretching in yoga pants was more than I could take, many times I masturbated to thoughts of her.
I remember seeing her naked one day, I will always have that image of her trimmed pubic hair in my mind. Luckily she didn't catch me looking at her through the partly closed bedroom door.
While I was at college I met Susan. We were seated next to each other in our Business Studies class.
Initially Susan was quiet, she appeared to be a bit off at times. I liked her and persevered, eventually she agreed to go on a date with me. It took me five dates to get Susan to loosen up, I found out her previous boyfriend wasn't as patient, he practically abused her.
When Susan and I finally got into bed it was more than I expected, she was like a nymphomaniac. We tried sex in all sorts of different positions and places, Susan's favourite was reverse cowgirl. If Susan was aroused enough we used to have anal sex, she loved to lower herself onto my hard cock.
When Mum realised Susan and I were serious about each other she allowed Susan to stay over at the weekend, Mum did ask me after a few weekends if we could keep the noise down.
"Dave, can you and Susan keep the noise down please?"
"Sure Mum, sorry I didn't realise we were being that loud."
"You're not, but she is. For someone who hasn't had sex in a while it's not easy trying to sleep with you two going at it."
"Sorry Mum, we'll try and keep it down."
"Thank you. It's nice that you can please a woman, but I don't think the rest of the street needs to know it." Mum giggled, I sat there going bright red with embarrassment.
I left college and started working as a trainee accountant, Susan was working for a dentist as an accountant/receptionist. We had already spoken about getting married, both of us were saving for a deposit on a house.
"If you are looking to buy a house, you might as well have this." Mum passed me an envelope, inside was a building society account book. "Your father put some money into an account for you when he left, he told me to give it to you when you wanted to buy a house."
I stared at the book, there was twenty five thousand pounds in the account, plus any interest. That weekend Susan and I started looking for a house, Mum seemed quiet whenever we spoke about it. I didn't realise that she would be on her own for the first time in years. As much as Mum and Susan got along, I didn't think either would appreciate sharing the same house.
We found a house, it was roughly ten miles from Mum. Susan's parents lived about fifteen miles away in a neighbouring town. For some reason they didn't pay much notice to what we did, we hardly ever saw them. Susan and I spent our spare time getting the house looking how we wanted it. The previous owner's colour scheme wasn't for us. A year after we married Susan fell pregnant with twins.
In the early months of pregnancy Susan's sex drive was off the scale, as the months wore on it became uncomfortable for her, by eight months our sex life was non-existent. Susan gave birth to twin boys in the early hours of a Sunday morning, when it was all over she was exhausted. We had chosen the names of Matthew and Ryan.
Looking after two babies was a lot harder than we imagined it to be, most days I arrived home to find Susan and the boys asleep.
Mum offered to call around and help out when she could, Susan was glad of the help. We were lucky in that the twins slept well, most nights we managed to get six hours sleep before they woke us.
Susan wouldn't admit it to me but she was struggling, I did all I could to help when I was at home. Our lives started to suffer, both of us were tired. On the rare occasion I tried to get intimate with Susan she said no, she was too tired. It was just after the twins first birthday I realised things needed to change, we hadn't had sex in ages. I spoke to Susan about our sex life, or the lack of it. Susan admitted she was tired and didn't feel like it, as a compromise we settled on a quickie every so often. It was better than my right hand, although only just. Susan was nowhere near as enthusiastic as she had been. Mum asked me if she was depressed.
"I don't know Mum, she might be. The problem is she won't go and see the doctor, I don't see what else I can do."
"I'll talk to Susan, see if I can find out what's wrong." Mum joined us for dinner on Sunday, I found some work to do in the garden. Hopefully with me not there Susan might talk freely to Mum.
After we had eaten the boys were playing in the lounge, Mum made a suggestion.
"I have been thinking of selling the house, it's too big for just one person. I was thinking of getting a bungalow closer to you two, that way I can help Susan when she needs it."
The idea sounded good, so I asked Susan what she thought. "I need help Dave, I know that much. I'm frightened of driving you away, so yes, I think it's a good idea."
"Do you want to move, Mum? What about the people you know?"
"Most have downsized and moved away, my neighbours are strangers to me. I might as well move now and be of some use to you two."
"What about work? You can't work and be here as well?" I asked.
"As I work for myself now I can set my own hours." Mum replied with a smile.
"What are you doing then? You never said anything about changing your job."
"I work as a freelance editor. People send me what they have written and I edit it. It might give me the chance to write the book I have always wanted to write."
Mum put her house on the market, she accepted an offer six days after the house was listed. Susan seemed to perk up knowing she would be getting some help. The bungalow Mum bought was nice but needed some work doing on it, nothing major, just a long list of odd jobs.
"That's where you come into it Dave. I can make a list of odd jobs and maybe you can do some of them for me."
"I guess so. If it's okay with Susan, then I don't mind."
Susan nodded and smiled. "It only seems fair, after all your Mum is helping us out."
"I'll be there to help you." Mum smiled. "After all, I don't want you leaving Susan alone for the whole day."
The following Saturday I packed some tools in my car and headed over to Mum's bungalow. Mum opened the door and welcomed me, I kissed her cheek as was our normal greeting.
Mum was dressed in a man's shirt and her old jeans. The shirt was covered in paint splashes, the jeans were frayed and had several holes in them.
"Nice outfit, Mum." I laughed.
"Just some old clothes I wear when I am decorating, you should recognise the shirt, it's an old one of yours."
Mum and I sat and talked about what needed doing. I started putting up some bookshelves, Mum asked if I could change the plain white light switches for brass ones. As we took a break and drank our coffee Mum asked me how things were at home?
"Not bad. Susan seems happier recently, hopefully she will be back to her old self soon."
"And your sex life?" Mum asked.
"Mum! You can't ask me about that."
"Why not? I know it hasn't been good recently."
"All the same, there's no need to remind me." I grumbled and looked down.
