The Move… Pt. 01

When mom finally divorced the useless man that was my dad, we had to move. It was just a classic story of him cheating and being an over all bad guy. Insulting her aging appearance and what he called her 'lack of effort'.

The most disappointing thing was to see the look on her face when he would say these things. It always pissed me off, and was completely untrue. Even though she was in her late forties, she was still a beauty. She always had classy soft make-up on that made her glow.

So when he was finally caught that was it. She was done.

She decided that it wasn't worth even trying to fight for things. He paid he a small sum for her share of the house and with me working as a waiter and her a secretary we moved into a small apartment with each other.

It was supposed to be for a short term, but mom got laid off and I suddenly had become the bread winner of the apartment. Luckily it was a one bedroom, I being the gentleman, gave her the bedroom and I stayed on the pull out couch.

Some background of what we were working with, I am just under six feet, fit, with my moms dirty blonde hair. She's about five foot and five inches, fit with some serious curves.

As for the apartment, the bedroom was on one side of the kitchen, the kitchen was connected to the living room, and the bathroom was on the side of the living room.

Now this is were my problem began.

I was always attracted to her, and now it became even worse. She would wake up earlier than me to shower, then get out and walk through the living room, where I was sleeping, in her towel and into her room.

As the months went on, we naturally became much closer and more open with each other. Rather than stepping on each others toes, we chose to just coexist with each other. Wearing more revealing clothes, and robes. I began being comfortable in just my boxers around her.

The first time she saw that I was physically attracted to her, we were on the couch watching a movie. She was in a night gown with no bra, and I was in very loose shorts.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her breasts and naturally got hard. As the movie went on i could see her watching me out of the corner of her eye, catching me staring. Towards the end of the movie she finally looked right at me and rolled her eyes, then looked down at the tent in my shorts. With a look that seemed to say 'really?'

She wasn't mad, I thought maybe she was embarrassed. She eventually got up after the movie and looked at me told me to sleep well, with a smile that I had never seen on her before.

As we continued our close quarter living. Things became more normal, I began not trying to hide my arousal, and she started never wearing bras around the house. We openly talked about our sex lives, and the lack there of at the moment. Then one day things changed even more.

We had decided it would be fun to have a few drinks after dinner and watch tv, nothing out of the norm but a few drinks turned into a few more. Soon she was asking me what I had or haven't done with women. I became a bit awkward telling my mom that I had only had sex once. She touched my arm softly and reassured me that it didn't matter and that she wouldn't want her son to be some kind of man whore. Her hand stayed on my arm as we sat on the couch and she started to run it up and down. Going up to my bicep and down to my wrist.

She then confessed to me that she hadn't had sex in over a year, and even then, when she was with my father, he wasn't into it and made her feel like he was doing her a favor. I told her that he was crazy for that, and that any man would be lucky to have her. She squeezed my hand then and smiled, saying that she knew I felt like that.

She laid her head on my shoulder and sighed a slightly drunk happy sigh. Still holding my hand. From my position I could see down her loose night gown, nipples and all. I got hard in seconds. Unable to hide it and unwilling to move I was cursed to watch myself pitch a tent while my mom was hugging my arm.

"Well, look like someone is awake," she joked while looking at it.

"I'm sorry mom," I said ashamed, trying to reposition and hide it.

"It's ok baby, never me embarrassed about your body acting naturally." She patted my hand and squeezed it. "It's actually very flattering."

We sat there for a few more minutes before she yawned and sat up, my disappointment must have been visible because she looked at me and smiled. She stretched her arms over her head, knowing damn well what she was doing to me. I openly stared at her chest and saw that her gown had ridden up her thigh and I could see her lace underwear. My jaw dropped.

"I am going to take a bath before bed, pour me another glass of wine." She said as she stood up and went into the bathroom and started the bath.

I poured her wine, emptying the bottle, and went into the bathroom to give it to her. She was sitting on the side of the tub, adjusting the water.

"Just put it on the sink," she said smiling at me.

"Ok, do you need anything else?"

"No thank you baby" She smiled as I turned and shut the door.

I prepped my bed as she sat in her bath, constantly thinking about her, my cock did not give up. I made my bed and put on something to try to distract myself but it wasn't working. I saw her nipples, and her panties and I was loosing my mind. Just as I went to try to rub one out I heard her.

"Hey, I forgot a towel and I'm out of wine. Can you bring me one please?"

My heart raced at the thought. There was no way I could bring her a towel without seeing her in the tub.

"Um, sure" I said back as I grabbed the towel and went into the bathroom. Trying to be a gentleman I closed my eyes. "Where do you want it?"

"Just hand it to me" She said.

Forcing me to open my eyes, I saw her with her hand out. Boobs floating in the water a bit, and her legs slightly parted with a small patch of hair on her crotch. I froze in my tracks.

"Quit being silly and give me the towel." She smiled.

As I handed it to her she stood up, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. I turned to leave and she just thanked me. A minute later she left the bathroom with the towel wrapped around her smiling.

"Good night baby." She kissed my cheek as she walked into her room. Her bare feet slapping against the floor.

The next morning, while I was in the shower she knocked on the door. She came in sometimes to grab stuff and I just kind of ignored it.

"Morning baby,"

"Morning mom" I said still thinking about her perfect naked body.

"Breakfast is cooking, so hurry up" she said as she left the bathroom.

Being that I did not have my own room I always brought my clothes into the bathroom with me to change. As I got out this morning I noticed that she had taken the clothes and towel out when she came in.

"Mom?"

"Yes?" she said from the kitchen.

"Did you take my clothes and towel?"

"Yes," she was now outside the door and knocked before opening it. I pulled the curtain in front of me as she did. "What? You can see me naked, but I can't see you?" She laughed as she held out the towel just out of reach.

"Fair enough," I laughed it off and let the curtain open again and took the towel from her. My cock getting hard from her look at me naked, checking me out. She smiled and left the room, door open. Then I noticed what she was wearing, the night gown from last night, and her boobs swaying around. I tied the towel around myself and left the bathroom, my cock hard and unable to hide it.

**Should I do a part two?**