My first story please bare with me it’s quite a read but well worth it.

It was the 15th November 2008, there is a lot of rain here in South Africa during this time of the year especially thunder storms.

The time was 20:10 we were having dinner. That was mom and I, my younger brother went to visit a cousin of ours and my younger sister was with her boyfriend for the week end. It was a different Saturday for me because normally by this hour I’m out with my friends or with one of my lady friends for a drink or under covers working the register but, for mom it was quite pleasant and relaxing – and for protection from my father…

Today he’s drinking with friends or with one of his young girlfriends, younger than me on some occasion my friends would tell me they bumped into him with a girl younger than my sister who is 18 years old. Once he’s drunk he gets this huge bubble of a big head thinking he’s all that like he’s the man… I guess it is the young girls he runs around with and the company as well.

At around 22:00 I felt a bit sleepy, I decided to call it a day and head for bed. I was not sleeping in the house though, our home has a very big yard, and we have a guesthouse at the back of our yard. I sleep in the master’s it has a private bathroom and shower as well an open plan kitchen facing the dining room. I told mom I was ducking, and that she must lock all doors and put out the lights. I was about to drift away in a deep sleep from a long shower I had a few minutes ago. The windows were facing the houses patio, then I heard a loud bang from the front door and it sounded like someone was trying to slam it to pieces. I got up and I stopped when I heard father’s voice as he was shouting and mumbling something about my mom being a slut – and locking all doors as if she was hiding men in the house? Mom appeared by the door and he was still shouting, I think he hit her because she was shouting to let her go and to stop, at that moment I jumped out of bed put on my robe as I was wearing nothing underneath but, made sure I tightened it just in case. Just to let you know I am 1.80m tall, fairly built not like the major body builders, just a strong broad chest, shoulders and back and very meaty arms – that is what mom always tells me whenever she gets to see my body’.

I rushed outside to her aid to find her on her back against the ground, the basted must’ve… I was so angry I just grabbed my father, pulled him away from her, he tried to fight me but, it was in vain I’m in MMA classes, that year was my 4th. Mom called on me not to hurt him, so I dragged him into the house and he was still shoving and swearing at us to let him be because it is his house. We had an exchange of nasty words and told me to leave his house and to take my slut mom with me too as he wants nothing to do with a slut wife and a son that beats up his father! I was angry, shocked and sad by his words but, I took mom’s hand told her she’s going to be sharing the guest house with me, right after saying that we heard the door slam so hard the house could’ve came down on him luckily it’s not build in sticks.

We got to the house prepared a shower for mom and a big rugby t-shirt for her to wear after, there were no clothes in the house but jeans. While she was having her shower, I went to the small bedroom to prepare the bed but saw the was only a sheet there… mom must’ve taken the blankets to do her normal laundry on weekends, and on the other hand I only had one blanket and a thin duvet in the masters’. Now I was thinking we have to share, as there were no blankets in the guesthouse except the main house. Mom finished her shower and put on the t-shirt I got her while I waited in the dining room with coffee. I turned around to see what she was doing and to my delightful surprise, she had bent over facing away from me right in the bedroom entrance. she was still drying herself, she did not arch her back so I did not get a peek of her lovely snatch but, I had a very good clear undisturbed view of her large smooth globes. I didn’t mention this but we are black Africans with a fair complexion, like coloureds as we’re sometimes referred to by white people. My mother is a bit shorter than me she stands at 1.70m, sexy lean long legs, a very curvy frame with ample breasts, I’m not so clued up with bra sizes but her breast were big as paw paw, as I could see them peeking out on the sides of her back while rubbing the towel in her black silky long wavy hear. They still have shape and the curve as if she was still in her teens, she was 45 then – time and gravity has been kind to her I guess, she was still firm after all these years! Just when I thought she was done she grabbed some tissue oil of one of my shelves, she and I are having irritable skin towards lotion so we use tissue oil instead, she was working it from her toes, up her calves, her thighs and a little longer around her globes. I don’t recall seeing my mother as a sexual object or anything of the sort but, what I was feasting on right now was igniting the deepest darkest sexual lust within me I never thought I had. In the back of my head I was thinking she was doing this on purpose so to thank me for what I’ve done for her earlier with dad… but reality was telling me what I’m doing now is not voluntary, so I might as well enjoy it as long as I won’t get caught. Then the bomb dropped on me I could’ve caught a heart attack right then and there, while she was still standing facing away from me she turned slightly to put the tissue oil on the other leg but, she spread her legs slightly like she was stretching a bit as she bent over to her foot. I saw the mother of all pearls, her pussy lips blossomed like they were blowing a kiss to me. The lips were thick and looked very appetizing – it was the perfect clam!

I got back on my normal seating position to catch some air and to relax my jaw as well.