Living with My Divorced Mother

Parents divorcing is one of the most challenging things to face when you're young. It shatters your world as the safe bubble you had before bursts. Especially when things get ugly between your parents. Chris had just turned 18 when late one evening he heard his parents fight and yell downstairs. It sounded serious and he thought he even heard someone get slapped. Shortly after that the front door slammed shut and he heard a car outside drive off loudly.

His parents had had arguments and fights before, but never like this. Concerned, he got up out of bed and went downstairs in his boxers and a t-shirt, finding his mother Amy sobbing on the couch.

Chris didn't like his father Jerry. He couldn't stand how he treated Amy. Jerry was quite a bit older than Amy and she had met him when she was just 18. Jerry was 38 at the time. They had met at a bar one night when Amy had had quite a few drinks. They hooked up and spent the night together, after which they didn't see each other for almost 2 months, thinking it was just another one-night stand. When Jerry picked up Amy's call, hearing how she had gotten pregnant despite using a condom, they tried to force a relationship together to raise their child.

Jerry was an idiot for not seeing Amy's worth. She was quite short but had a great figure. Her legs were quite short but her muscles were tone and if your eyes would travel up you were treated with her thighs touching, then a little opening in the form of a triangle with the top edge being the outline of her pussy, with above that, something Chris could only describe as a perfect ass.

He knew son's shouldn't be having such thoughts about their mother, but he just couldn't disagree whenever friends told him how hot his mom was.

Amy was very feminine and caring, and loved to take care of her family by cooking for them, doing their laundry, you name it.

Something Chris had never understood was what she saw in Jerry. He was old and worn out, and was unpleasant to be around. Always negative, seeing the bad in everything. And he was quite ugly.

It was crazy to Chris how little respect and appreciation Jerry had for Amy. She was way out of his league, and much better looking than any girl he had ever been with before her.

He usually forgot her birthday, which was arguably better sometimes than the rare occasions he remembered. One time he got her a rock. He thought it would be funny because of how she always complained he was never around when she wanted him to, as now she would have her rock that would always be there.

Jerry didn't put any effort into their relationship, openly flirted with other women, frequently talked poorly about Amy to others and just made her feel worthless and unseen.

How she managed to stay with him all this time Chris never understood. But being almost the complete opposite of his father, Chris didn't consider that as something negative, whereas most people would see it as a sign Amy had low self-worth and was insecure. Chris only respected her more and saw Amy as incredibly loyal and committed. Things that he thought were traits not many women have these days, and it somehow added to how attractive she was as a woman.

He always thought Jerry cheated on her whenever the opportunity presented itself to him, but Chris could never prove it. Despite subtly bringing up his concerns to his mother, she always denied it sternly and told him trust is one of the most important pillars in any relationship. And it was especially important for a woman to trust her man, to believe and follow his lead when a man says something to a woman - even when it doesn't always feel right or sound logical to a woman.

Seeing his mother on the couch, sobbing with her hands covering her face, his gut already told him Jerry fucked things up really bad this time. "Mom? Why are you crying? Where's Jerry?" Chris had stopped calling his father 'dad' since his early teens. "What did he do this time?"

He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him, feeling her nestle her face into his neck, all wet from her tears.

She had a hard time trying to stop her tears, and he felt every movement of her face against his neck, as her crying affected her breathing and triggered little jerking movements.

"It's okay Mom, I'm here. You're safe with me no matter what."

Chris had consoled her many times over the years whenever Jerry did something and besides being her son, Chris had adopted the role of being her outlet whenever she was upset or needed support dealing with something difficult - something her husband was supposed be doing. Without her husband she had slowly grown used to Chris being the male she could lean on.

When she settled down enough to talk again, she shared that Jerry had been cheating on her. Her loyalty, her trust and accepting his words as truth had made him bolder over the years. He had become so reckless with his efforts of trying to hide his cheating, he had been having sex with women on their driveway in his car. Tonight she found him screwing some ugly fat bitch.

Amy and Jerry had a fight, Amy had smacked his face and their marriage was over. "Oh Chris, I'm so, so sorry... I have fought so hard all these years to protect you from having divorced parents... I love you.. I don't want to lose you Chris..."

She looked up with teary eyes, but he saw the pure adoration and appreciation with which she looked at him. He wiped off her tears from her cheeks with his hand and reassured her; "Mom, I'll never leave your side. Jerry can fuck off. I'm 18 now, remember? I can choose who I'll live with and even if a judge rules otherwise I'll still stay with you..."

With one hand on the back of her head, he pulled her into his chest and tightly hugged her. She was only 150 cm's and had to slide over a bit, sitting down on top of his upper leg, with her legs to the sides clamping together to stay in place.

It felt very intimate with her weight pushing her crotch down on his leg like this, and with her body pressed so tightly into him, both from his arms around her pulling her to him, as well as her leaning into him, he also became aware how her tits were squashed into his stomach and chest.

"I love feeling you hold me Chris. Without you I wouldn't know what to do. Having you with me, and us being so close, I almost feel like I don't need Jerry, or any other man around. Besides, you're becoming bigger and more muscular than most man I know these days... Your arms have gotten so big Chris..."

She squirmed around, enjoying how it felt, almost as if trying to crawl into him, letting out a soft purring moan; "hmmmm.." He felt how her wiggling made her slide her crotch around on his leg ever so slightly, and how she rubbed her tits into him softly. Their intimacy made his dick start to become ever so slightly erect.

"Promise me Chris that you'll wrap me in your big arms whenever I need it..."

Her left leg that hung to the side of his inner thigh moved forward and her knee softly came in contact with the front of his underwear. His bulge was just barely developing so he was quite certain she wouldn't be able to notice his response to her.

"Mom, I promise, whenever, where ever, however, if you need my arms, you can come to me and get in or under them."

She smiled at him. "Good to know. Better not ever forget you promised this to me..." She gave him a kiss on his cheek and with that they each went to bed.

The months that followed were hectic and the divorce got as ugly as it could, as they expected from Jerry.

He had screwed her over by secretly marrying with terms and conditions. Amy was left with nothing basically. It was tough, but through it all Chris stood by her side, which was the only thing that had kept her afloat.

When it was all over Amy and Chris were forced to move into a tiny studio apartment. It was basically one 5x5 meter room, with 1 square meter for a camping stove to cook on, one square meter with a tiny shower, next to a washing machine. Leaving only enough room for 1 bed that was only slightly bigger than a one-person bed.

With Jerry out of the picture, Amy was no longer being dragged down by his constant negativity. Chris was the complete opposite and made life feel so much better, even in this terrible apartment. He constantly lifted her up. Every time she made food they hadn't had before he let her know how amazing it tasted and how he appreciated her taking such great care of him.

It had been so long since someone had really appreciated and treated her as a woman. It made her feel happy again, and feeling her womanly side wanted and appreciated again like this made her blossom more and more.

She explored new ways to receive Chris' attention and appreciation of that side. She subtly asked him what kind of clothes he found attractive on women and started dressing more to his preferences. She used to only wear loose fitting jeans. Those were phased out gradually and replaced by skirts and summer dresses. She slowly swapped her sweaters for tops that showed a little bit of cleavage and clung more tightly to her body.

She began calling him "her man". For example when he complimented her food for him and said "I'm glad you like it love, anything to make my man happy" to give him a kiss on his cheek.

Her kisses and touches became more frequent as well. Amy's love languages were acts of service, and physical touch.

Before the divorce, Chris had really only taken over 1 husbandly thing to fill in for his mother, but with things developing gradually in their new situation, that list grew. It grew so gradually that it didn't feel weird at all. Even when they did take notice of something, it had happened so slowly it wasn't a big deal.

One of such times was when the way they kissed changed. Amy had always given him innocent little pecks on his cheek. They started getting closer and closer to his lips. Then her innocent kisses began landing on his lips. Then she held her lips on him longer and longer, turning innocent kisses into loving smooches.

Then occasionally just the tiniest bit of tongue began to take place.

Then one evening as they were cuddled together on the bed watching a movie on their TV, she gave him a smooch that lasted longer than any kiss before. It was as if the signal in her brain to take her lips off of him didn't register and she just kept her lips pressed together, when suddenly their mouths opened and as if it was the only natural thing to do, their tongues found each other and just for swirled around passionately for a good minute until they stopped.

Not shocked or appalled the slightest, Amy asked him "hmm, that's nice. When did we start doing that?"

Chris shrugged his shoulders; "I don't know, but I like the way that kind of kissing feels more than just your pecks on my cheek."

She smiled; "me too. It's not weird right? I just like to think we're just close like that, in our own way.."

"No, it's not weird. It's just kisses." he said.

As time passed, their dynamic gravitated more and more to that of a husband and wife, with only their kissing crossing any physically romantic lines. That is, if you don't include Chris squeezing his mother's butt cheeks when they hugged and he lowered his embrace until his hands got hold of her ass. As he would squeeze her butt he'd pull her into him. The more normal and frequent that became, the more often Amy felt he had a hardon as she was being pressed into him.

He also started to slap her ass whenever he found her humming joyfully cooking, facing towards the stove. He'd slap her ass and hug her from behind, wrapping her in his big arms and place little kisses in her neck.

She loved when he did this and started to wear shorter skirts whenever she was cooking, bending forward deliberately to reveal her ass and make it impossible for him to ignore her.

As she felt him hug her from behind, she'd push her ass back into his crotch and subtly wiggle it a little bit to tease him.

Again this developed gradually, but one day she took notice of the changes when she had the realization that if she didn't feel his hardon it would feel like a disappointment to her.

So far, Chris had always been sleeping on a little air mattress on the floor next to the bed Amy was in. But one night a thunderstorm woke both of them up. The loud thunder had Amy trembling from how scared she was and she started crying.

"Oh Chris, please, this is so scary... Please come and hold me.."

Seeing the woman he loved in such a state of panic he didn't think about anything and jumped out from under his covers and got on Amy's bed. Amy was sitting crouched but with her back upright, and Chris got in behind her, pulling her into his chest with her back to him. He stretched his legs out on each side of her with her nestled into him with her butt against his boxers.

He calmed her down by softly speaking into her ear; "shhhhh.. I'm here.. It's okay... you're safe when you're in my arms, remember?"

Immediately she calmed down. He felt her give in to him as the tension in her body released and she let her head fall back into him. Surrendering herself as a woman to him as a man allowed her to completely let go of any worry or fear.

"Please stay Chris, with your arms around me the scary thunder suddenly doesn't scare me anymore... If you don't stay I'll get scared again..."

"I haven't forgotten my promise, Amy..." He hadn't called her by her name before this but somehow it felt better than calling her 'mom'. She didn't seem to have a problem with it.

They got in bed, and with Amy laying on her side, Chris got behind her as he wrapped his arms around her, with her back to him.

Falling asleep like that, Chris woke up the next morning with Amy still wrapped in his arms. Taking a minute to really wake up, he suddenly became very aware his morning wood was pressed against her bottom. He felt her wiggling her butt into his crotch just ever so slightly, similar to how they would tease each other playfully whenever he hugged her from behind as she was cooking. But now he was only in his boxers.

Other than her very subtly squirming butt she remained completely still. Hearing by his breathing that he had woken up, she joyfully said; "hey mister sleepy head, looks like you're finally awake... Well, part of you woke up before now..."

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry mom, why are you laying so still and didn't move away though?"

She did move now and slid out from under the covers to get out of bed. "I didn't want to wake you up baby, it's fine. I would rather lay quiet and let it poke me than to accidentally wake my man up.."

As she was saying that she walked to the stove and Chris got hypnotized for a moment as he stared at her hips swayed sensually side to side with each step she took. She was wearing a transparent night gown and a thong, putting her ass fully on display.

It wasn't until Amy reached the stove and looked back to repeat her question that he snapped out of his trance; "Hon, I asked you; what would you like for breakfast?"

"wha? Oh, god, sorry, I didn't mean to stare like that.."

Amy smiled lovingly at him; "please don't apologize hon. No need for that, you're my man remember? And I don't mind you looking, it's like the most honest compliment on my looks you can give..."

The rest of the day was mostly like any other, up to the point they were about to go to bed, when Amy opened up to Chris; "Hon, I don't think you should sleep in your bed anymore..."

He didn't want to either after last night it felt so great to fall asleep with the woman he loved in his arms against him. Still, he wanted to make sure she was going where he thought she was going with her talk.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I slept so much better with you there, Chris. Besides, you promised... Whenever, however... I think I want the 'whenever' of your arms around me to be every night..."

He pretended to act casual; "well, I did make that promise... I guess if that's what you want I have no other choice..."

As with everything else, this too developed as time past.

As much as the both of them enjoyed falling a sleep spooning and grinding into each other, not even a week later they were about to go to bed one evening when Amy said; "You can get in but I want to take a shower first. I heard a hot shower helps you fall asleep and sleep better."

Chris stripped down to his underwear and got in, enjoying the blurry sight of seeing Amy shower through the shower door.

When she finished she got out and walked over to the bed with a towel wrapped around her body, and another on her head for her hair. Just when she was about to get in the bed she said; "Oh, shoot! I forgot to put on my night gown underneath the towel.. Do you mind if I just get in like this hon?"

Of course Chris had no issue with that and she got in under the covers, facing him; "thanks love, I can't tell you how much I love you... And I love our life here... I can't thank you enough for what you've done for us..." and kissed him.

Then she rolled over to face the other way and after a lot of squirming underneath the blankets, Chris saw her throw the towels out from underneath.

Unable to think for a moment realizing she'd sleep fully nude tonight, she made him snap out of it when she asked; "hon? Come cuddle.."

As he positioned himself against her and wrapped his arms around her, he felt her grab his arms with her hands as she purred; "hmmm.. Feels so good... I want you here forever Chris.. I don't think I want any other man than you wrapping their arms around me... I love you more than anything in the world... I'd do anything for you.."

As if spooning her with only 1 thin piece of fabric between them wasn't arousing enough, her words ignited his desire even more. He felt his dick as it was first aiming down when he nestled it against the underside of her bottom, but he got hard so fast he couldn't even adjust. Growing bigger and feeling his length increasing, his cock followed the outlines of her curves and soon made its way out of his boxers through the opening for his leg, and instead of it being pressed against her bottom standing straight up like usually, his rigid shaft was between her legs and because his erection made it want to point up it pushed into Amy's pussy so hard it wedged itself in between her lips, triggering a response from her; "ohmmm.. I'm glad you love me too hon... Feels nice, your arms around me.."

He tried not to move but Amy started arching her back back and forth, making her hip move sliding her pussy over Chris' thick shaft. She was incredibly wet and soon his entire cock was coated in her slippery liquid.

They had never gone this far and he realized there was no return if they'd cross this line tonight. He thought about everything that had happened. The divorce, the love he had for Amy and she had for him, how they had slowly come to accept their love was greater than anything in the world, growing beyond the love between a mother and son.

As his thoughts ended his focus shifted back to reality and as he had been lost in his thoughts his body had began to respond on its own to the signals coming from the nerves in his cock.

He found himself subtly joining her in her movement and reciprocated by thrusting back gently.

Though each on their own moved only softly, their combined movements made Chris' shaft slide twice as fast and twice as far through Amy's wet slit.

".. ahh... hmmm... so goood... please don't stop baby..."

"Amy.. Are you sure?.. ohh fuck... tell me you really want this Amy.. ahhm... i don't think I can stop though... oohh fuck.."

The longer his cock slid against her like this the faster and stronger their thrusts became. By now he was basically sliding back and forth as fast as you would if you were actually fucking...

"ohh, Chris... Baby... ohhh yes.... Ahh... Baby listen to me... hmmm... I don't just really want this... ahhh... I need this... All I want is to make you happy... I will do anything for that..."

Hearing the desperation for his cock and her unlimited love and loyalty for him he couldn't hold back anymore. Sliding out from between her legs he took off his boxers, grabbed his mother by her hips and positioned his cock behind her entrance. Both still on their sides he pushed and felt her take his cock willingly. Lust took over and he began fucking her as fast and hard as he could. His instinct was telling him to pump his cum into this pussy as fast as he could.

Amy let him have his way with her however he pleased, and if his orgasm was more important than hers she trusted him in that. She liked being able to be of service to him like this.

"Yes honey... Do it.... Fuck my pussy... Do what you want with it baby... You want to fill me up don't you? ohh Chris... Without a condom... Ohhh fuck me yes ahhh.. Yes Chris baby ahhh please don't stop... ahhh don't pull out.. ohhh I want to feel your cum inside me baby... AHH FUCK OOOOHH I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING I'M CUMMING OOOOHH"

As she orgasmed her cunt pulsed and gripped Chris' cock with each wave of euphoric pleasure shooting through her.

Before her orgasm ended he thrusted into her one last time, embedding his cock with all his weight and rope after rope of his sperm ejaculated into her deepest parts. Amy felt the heat hit her insides each time his balls pumped out more. He kept on pumping for a full minute. Neither of them thought that was even possible. She literally felt how he kept filling her up until it gushed out of her from overflowing..

"Wow Chris, that was incredible.. I never knew an orgasm could be that intense... I love you baby..."

Staying in that same position, keeping his cock inside of her as his erection subsided, he wrapped his hands around her as they fell asleep...