I became the man of the house and got more than I could have ever expected.
The following takes place in the mid 90’s.
I grew up in a very poor neighborhood. Well, poor by American standards that is. I was an only child but I never received the attention that a child should. My father was a mechanic and worked his fingers to the bone. He was a lying cheating bastard that had little time for my mother and even less for me.
My mother was head over heels for him. No matter how poorly he treated her or how often he came home smelling of whiskey and cheap perfume, she always stood by him. I never was able to understand why until I was an adult and by that time it didn’t matter anymore.
My father would regularly come home from whatever dank bar he had been in and no matter how drunk he was or what drunk bar slut he had been with that night, my mom was always up waiting for him.
My father would stumble in and my mother would be there waiting for him in the living room wearing her sexy lingerie, or she’d just be waiting in bed naked for him. I knew all of this because I would stay up and spy on them having sex as often as I could. My earliest memories of my parents are spying or listening to them have sex. Why my father had to cheat the way he did is something I will never understand. He had a woman at home that gave him sex everyday.
When I was 11, my father died. He had literally drank himself to death. My mom was devastated and barely spoke to me the first month or so afterwards. She quickly found out she was stronger than he made her feel and got herself a good job and seemingly moved on.
When I was 13 she started dating this truck driver named Jim. Imagine a truck driver and that’s what he looked like. Greasy hair, mustache, overweight foul mouthed drunk. They dated for a few months before I found out he was hitting her and treating her worse than my father ever did.
It really came to a head on my 14th birthday. Jim showed up drunk without a present for me by the way, and immediately began talking down to my mother and insulting both of us. That night he had her pinned in a corner shouting at her. When he slapped her in front of me I lost my shit! Seconds later I came storming out of my room and into the kitchen with a baseball bat and without hesitation I swung as hard as I could and hit him square in the middle of his back! Jim instantly dropped to the floor wincing and unable to move. My mother quickly called the police. I stood over Jim as he tried to get up but he could hardly move.
“Next time I see you I’m going to kill you.” I said in the most intimidating voice I had.
The police came and arrested Jim. They warned me about how I handled it, advising me to call them next time but also praised me for standing up to him and protecting my mother. Jim spent that night in jail and to my surprise we never saw him again.
The next day my mother was very thankful and appreciative of what I did and how I handled the situation.
“Your father would be very proud of you.” She said to me while kissing me on the cheek.
I didn’t give two squirts of piss about my father being proud of me. I just wanted my mom to be safe.
When my father died, I wasn’t sad at all. Not one bit. As a child I hardly ever felt I was getting the attention I needed and when he died, I was all my mother had.
Desperate for her attention, I did everything for her. Anything she asked me to do around the house, I did it. No complaints, no arguing, and I did it with a smile. Despite my efforts though, I still felt ignored and when Jim entered the picture I did everything I could to get rid of him so as soon as I had the balls big enough, I jumped at the chance!
In the following months my mother began to shower me with attention. Suddenly she cared about my grades, and my baseball games and who I was hanging out with. She hovered over me constantly. Most 14 year old boys wouldn’t like that but I craved it! I wanted all her attention all the time!
Soon after the Jim incident, I got myself my first job. I was delivering newspapers on Saturday and Sunday mornings. I had to be up by 4:30am and it only gave me $40 a week but it was a start. My mother complimented me on how hard I was working (even though I wasn’t) and when I turned 15 I got a second stocking shelves at a small grocery store 3 nights a week.
Suddenly I was making $150 a week and I was contributing to the pile of bills that we had.
One particular evening I had just come home from my grocery store job and my mother was in her bedroom and unaware I was home already. As I walked down the hall towards my room I passed her room and caught her masturbating in her bed. She didn’t see me at first but I was so shocked and excited to see more that I stood in her doorway like an idiot watching. It was only a matter of seconds before she noticed me and covered herself up. It certainly wasn’t the first time I had seen her naked. We took showers together up until I was 9 and I had spied on her having sex with my father and yes.. Jim many times. However, this was the first time I had seen her masturbating.
Mom’s reaction was to immediately cover herself up with the blankets. Once covered she just stared at me and giggled a bit.
“You just gonna stand there playing with yourself?” She asked
I realized in the shock I was in, I was rubbing my dick. I didn’t have my hand down my pants but outside my jeans, but incredibly noticeable! I fumbled some words and headed towards my room.
“Close my door please!” Mom shouted as I walked away.
I immediately pressed my ear to the door after I closed it and listened to her as she finished herself off. This time with my hand down my pants.
My mom wasn’t shy especially about sex. She would casually talk about it with her friends and sisters and it didn’t matter who was around. She was an average looking woman, 5’7” about 130-140 pounds with long brown hair and a 36C breasts.
The next night I didn’t have to work so she made a nice dinner. She complimented me on how hard I was working which I appreciated. Then asked how school was going which I had cared less and less about since I started working. Then the moment came:
“Why were you watching me last night?” She asked
I got unbelievably uncomfortable and fumbled my words and never gave her an answer. I apologized relentlessly while struggling to make eye contact with anything other than the floor.
“It’s alright. I understand.” She said as she stood up to clean the table. “…with you working two jobs, sometimes I forget you’re turning into a man.” She added kissing me on the top of the head and finishing cleaning the table.
A couple hours later I was in my room getting ready for bed when there was a knock on my door. Before I could answer, the door swung open. It was my mother. She had just taken a shower and had a towel over her head and her bathrobe on. Immediately I noticed the robe wasn’t tied as tight as it could’ve been and some of her cleavage was showing. She definitely noticed me staring at her. I knew she knew but I couldn’t bring myself to stop staring. I just stood there in my boxers like an idiot once again.
“Come with me, I have something for you.” She said as she began to usher me towards her room. “…go sit on the bed.” She added pointing at her bed.
I was confused as fuck and had no clue what she was doing. As I sat on one side of her queen size bed, she took the towel off her head and dried her hair with a blow dryer. I sat still confused. Then she switched off the lights. The room went pitch black for a moment before my eyes adjusted. I saw her silhouette only and saw her remove her bath robe. She slid into bed next to me.
“You can lay down. Sleep in the big bed with me. You’re the man on the house now and deserve to be treated like it.” She explained
Still confused I did as she suggested and laid down next to her. She immediately draped her leg over mine and placed her hand on my stomach. As she ran her hand up my stomach to my chest she made an incredibly soft noise. I laid there stiff as a board in more ways than one!
Noticing how nervous I was, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I almost lost it right there!
“Relax, sweetie. You’re the man of the house now and you’re going to be treated like it.” She whispered
“But..” I mumbled
“Shhhssh. Let me take care of my man.” She said seductively while sliding her hand down my boxers.
Her cold hand grabbed onto and squeezed my rock hard shaft and she slowly began to stroke it. I bit my lip and tried so hard not to make a sound. For some reason I was scared someone was going to find out what was happening despite no one else being in the house.
I began to focus on playing with her breast. I squeezed and pinched it. Each pinch of her nipple made her squirm a bit and make another noise. After 30 seconds or so of gently stroking my rock hard erection, she slid my boxers down to my knees and pulled them off with her foot.
Once my underwear was off she lifted her leg and straddled me. It was dark but my eyes had adjusted enough that I could see her breasts dangling in my face. She reached down and grabbed my cock and assisted it inside of her soaking wet pussy. The warmth of it was incredible! I had dreamed of being with a woman and never imagined it was so incredible!
She started to grind on me slowly. Her breasts swinging in my face. After no more than 15 seconds I was about to explode.
“I’m going to cum!” I awkwardly shouted
“No! Wait! Wait!” She panted
I couldn’t hold it though. I bit my bottom lip and grunted as I thrust into her releasing everything my balls had! I had never cum like that! It was so intense! Seconds later she started to moan louder and even scream!
“Yes! Oh god yes!!” She screamed as she squirmed.
She rolled off of me and cuddled right up next to me out of breath. I laid there so unbelievably confused but also incredibly happy. I was so unsure of what to say to her so I just laid there silently.
“What just happened?” I finally asked
“Your daddy isn’t around to teach you how to be a man so it’s my job, and now you’re the man of the house so I’m going to treat you like the man of the house.” She explained
All my fear and confusion of the situation immediately left my body and I felt like a man for the first time. I put my arm around her naked body and we both fell asleep.
It was the best 15 seconds of my life!
Sexstories.top 
Sex Stories – Roleplay, Erotic Stories, Adult Stories 
#Incest #Mature #Teen #Virgin
Leave a comment