Straight Female / 20
I make no apologies for my life.
When I was 15, my mother decided to marry "T" who was 6 years younger than her. He seemed nice enough, but I was not happy and moved in with my Dad. Mom was 35 and still very attractive and she seemed happy with T.
By the time I was 17, Dad was spending more time with his girlfriend than home, and I basically had the house to myself. I went through quite a few relationships with both boys and girls.
About the same time, Mom got sick. Out of nowhere she was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer. I was still pretty bitter and didn't pay much attention to her until Dad called me and told me she didn't have too long, and I should make peace with her. What I found shocked me, T had taken all the leave he could from his job, then took early retirement at a greatly diminished rate to stay at home and take care of Mom. Mom was in bad shape when I finally saw her, and she passed a few days later. At the funeral, T couldn't even hold it together. He left the funeral parlor before the end. A few days later I went to check up on him, and he was sitting in the living room with an empty bottle of Scotch and a few of Moms pictures and her favorite shirt on the arm.
I let myself in and he didn't even acknowledge me. He was drunk as hell and just crying. I asked if he'd eaten or slept and he told me no. I went into the kitchen, made him some soup and toast but he took a little bit and refused. I got him on his feet and got him to his bed, he laid down hugged his pillow and started crying even harder. I laid next to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. I left him a note that I would stop back, but if he was drunk I was leaving. Two days later, I stopped back and he was still depressed, but not drunk. We had some dinner and I told him he needed to sleep. T told me he couldn't sleep , him and Mom shared a bed until the very end. I went into their room, laid down behind him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep, the problem was I fell asleep too. I woke to the realization that he was hard, and was poking me in the hip with his erection. I got out of the bed, and he apologized over and over. He said he had a dream about Mom, and it just happened. I didn't really know what to do, so I went to the bathroom and found some lotion. I told him to lie on his back, I was going to take care of his problem " 1 time only" and sat on the bed next to him. I pulled his pj's down around his knees, poured some lotion on his belly and proceeded to give him a good handjob.
He didn't last long at all, as he was getting ready to shoot, his hand found my breast, but I scolded him and told him to stop. He listened , and when he came, he shot across his belly all the way to his own nipples. I grabbed a warm washcloth, cleaned him up and laid next to him as he feel asleep quickly.
Well, that's how it starts. The next few time I saw T , there was a tension in the air and we never said anything about that night. I asked him to go to dinner one night, and when I picked him up, he was clean shaven, well dressed and very presentable. We had dinner and I probably had a little too much to drink, so he decided to drive back to Mom's house. He asked me to come in, he would sleep on the couch. I don't know why, but suddenly saw him in a different light. I leaned over and kissed him, and he was startled. He asked if I knew what I was doing, and maybe I should think about it overnight. I told him to shut up, don't ruin this and unzipped his pants right in the car in the driveway. I went down on him and I didn't hold back at all. He leaned the seat back to give me more room, I got up onto my knees and worked him with my hand and mouth. He pulled me back by my shoulder and told he he was going to cum, and I just back to work until he shot in my mouth. I kind of gagged as I don't really like to do that, but I wanted to for T. When I was done, he pulled me close and kissed me. He brought me into the bedroom and we made love.
It's been 3 weeks since I've gone back to my Dad's house. I've been staying with T, as his partner. He's actively job hunting, keeps a nice clean house, cooks and treats me like a goddess. Hopefully, I can live up to Mom's memory, but I now understand what she saw in him!
When I was 15, my mother decided to marry "T" who was 6 years younger than her. He seemed nice enough, but I was not happy and moved in with my Dad. Mom was 35 and still very attractive and she seemed happy with T.
By the time I was 17, Dad was spending more time with his girlfriend than home, and I basically had the house to myself. I went through quite a few relationships with both boys and girls.
About the same time, Mom got sick. Out of nowhere she was diagnosed with Stage 3 cancer. I was still pretty bitter and didn't pay much attention to her until Dad called me and told me she didn't have too long, and I should make peace with her. What I found shocked me, T had taken all the leave he could from his job, then took early retirement at a greatly diminished rate to stay at home and take care of Mom. Mom was in bad shape when I finally saw her, and she passed a few days later. At the funeral, T couldn't even hold it together. He left the funeral parlor before the end. A few days later I went to check up on him, and he was sitting in the living room with an empty bottle of Scotch and a few of Moms pictures and her favorite shirt on the arm.
I let myself in and he didn't even acknowledge me. He was drunk as hell and just crying. I asked if he'd eaten or slept and he told me no. I went into the kitchen, made him some soup and toast but he took a little bit and refused. I got him on his feet and got him to his bed, he laid down hugged his pillow and started crying even harder. I laid next to him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep. I left him a note that I would stop back, but if he was drunk I was leaving. Two days later, I stopped back and he was still depressed, but not drunk. We had some dinner and I told him he needed to sleep. T told me he couldn't sleep , him and Mom shared a bed until the very end. I went into their room, laid down behind him and rubbed his back until he fell asleep, the problem was I fell asleep too. I woke to the realization that he was hard, and was poking me in the hip with his erection. I got out of the bed, and he apologized over and over. He said he had a dream about Mom, and it just happened. I didn't really know what to do, so I went to the bathroom and found some lotion. I told him to lie on his back, I was going to take care of his problem " 1 time only" and sat on the bed next to him. I pulled his pj's down around his knees, poured some lotion on his belly and proceeded to give him a good handjob.
He didn't last long at all, as he was getting ready to shoot, his hand found my breast, but I scolded him and told him to stop. He listened , and when he came, he shot across his belly all the way to his own nipples. I grabbed a warm washcloth, cleaned him up and laid next to him as he feel asleep quickly.
Well, that's how it starts. The next few time I saw T , there was a tension in the air and we never said anything about that night. I asked him to go to dinner one night, and when I picked him up, he was clean shaven, well dressed and very presentable. We had dinner and I probably had a little too much to drink, so he decided to drive back to Mom's house. He asked me to come in, he would sleep on the couch. I don't know why, but suddenly saw him in a different light. I leaned over and kissed him, and he was startled. He asked if I knew what I was doing, and maybe I should think about it overnight. I told him to shut up, don't ruin this and unzipped his pants right in the car in the driveway. I went down on him and I didn't hold back at all. He leaned the seat back to give me more room, I got up onto my knees and worked him with my hand and mouth. He pulled me back by my shoulder and told he he was going to cum, and I just back to work until he shot in my mouth. I kind of gagged as I don't really like to do that, but I wanted to for T. When I was done, he pulled me close and kissed me. He brought me into the bedroom and we made love.
It's been 3 weeks since I've gone back to my Dad's house. I've been staying with T, as his partner. He's actively job hunting, keeps a nice clean house, cooks and treats me like a goddess. Hopefully, I can live up to Mom's memory, but I now understand what she saw in him!
