Rebecca, Wife, Mother and Slut

A son ends up giving his mother what his father wouldn’t.

My name is Danny Weller. I’m 20 years old and living at home with my Mum. I know most guys my age have moved out, I have only worked for 2 years, and work is a 10 minute walk from home.

My parent’s Alan and Rebecca, divorced when I was 12 years old. At the time I didn’t know what caused the divorce. I heard them arguing one evening, as my room was at the back of the house I didn’t hear what the argument was about. When I was around they tried to keep things normal, even at my young age I knew something was wrong. One evening my parents sat me down and told me they were getting a divorce, both of them seemed upset.

“Why? Can’t you sort things out?” I remember asking.

“Sometimes it’s not that simple Danny.” My Dad told me. “We both still love you no matter what happens between us.” Mum sat and agreed with Dad.

Dad worked as a technical specialist for an insurance company, he studied plans for power stations and oil refineries. Mum works for a media company in advertising. Until I was old enough to be on my own at home, Mum worked from home in the afternoon so she was there when i got home from school. I thought it was nice of her boss to allow her to do that, years later I found out why he was being nice.

Dad moved out of the house a few days later. That upset me as I got along really well with my Dad, we supported the same football team. Besides that we had similar interests, mainly custom cars. We used to go to shows where guys had taken old cars and customised them, stuff like the eliminator car that ZZ Top had.

Dad moved into a small house, I used to stay with him on weekends. I later found out that the house we all lived in was Mum’s. She got it left to her in a will, some great aunt or whatever. I didn’t know at the time but Dad would probably have moved out anyway, in most divorces the Mum gets custody of the children.

At the time of the divorce my parents were both 32 years old. Dad didn’t have a girlfriend for at least two years. I don’t know when and if Mum dated, she never went out at night. I suppose she could have gone on dates when I was with my Dad. Whatever the reason for their divorce, they never badmouthed each other. If it was something concerning me, like school, they spoke on the phone and never argued. In some ways it made it harder for me to understand at my young age, i thought if they got divorced then they must hate each other. Whenever I asked why the split up I just got the standard answer that most kids get, they had differences they couldn’t resolve.

Despite living apart my parents always supported me, parents evening at school and stuff like that, they always attended. Although cars were an interest of mine, I never wanted to work on them for a living. When I left school I wanted to work with computers, mainly network stuff.

When it was close to my 18th birthday, Mum and Dad spent a fair amount of time on the phone to each other. Mum asked me one evening about a birthday party.

“Danny, I have been talking to your Dad about a party for you. We want to know if you want the party for your 18th or 21st birthday?” I shrugged my shoulders, I hadn’t given it any thought.

“We don’t need to know right away, have a think and let me know by next week, please.”

Lying in bed that night I thought about the party. Most of my old school friends had left the area, some for work, others for university. I had few friends, and work colleagues. I decided to save the party for my 21st birthday. I told Mum my decision the following morning.

“Thanks, Danny. I’ll let your Dad know.”

My 18th birthday fell on the weekend I would be at my Dad’s. Between the three of us it was agreed I spent Friday night with Mum, leaving for Dad’s on Saturday morning.

On Friday evening I opened my presents, Mum took me out for a meal to celebrate. We both had a laugh as Mum ordered me my first legal beer. Back at home I hugged Mum and thanked her for a great night, I spent some time looking through my presents. Mum sat and watched as I opened her gifts, there were clothes and some CD’s.

“They are from me, Danny. Your Dad has his gifts for you at his place.” I nodded and thanked Mum. It was getting late so we headed off to bed, Mum wished me a goodnight and closed her door. It occurred to me that she had started doing that a few times just lately. I wondered if she wanted the privacy to get herself off, particularly as she didn’t seem to be dating.

Dad had purchased me a block of driving lessons. I didn’t need a car to get to work, having one for the evenings and weekends would be great. Dad and I spent a few hours at a local car show, in the evening we went out for dinner. When we got back to Dad’s we carried on drinking, unusually Dad made a comment about Mum. It wasn’t nasty, but it wasn’t a compliment either.

“Dad, do you mind if I ask you something?” Dad nodded and said to fire away.

“You just made a comment about Mum, that’s the first time I can remember you saying anything about her. What I want to ask is, what happened to you guys? What caused the divorce?”

Dad sat and looked at me for a few seconds, he sighed and shifted in his chair.

“You’re old enough now to know and understand. Promise me you won’t give your mother a hard time.” I nodded in agreement. “Your mum and I always had a good sex life, the problem was she wanted more. I didn’t know but your Mum has or had a thing for dirty hard sex, you know the type where the guy treats her like a ragdoll. I loved your Mum and couldn’t do that to her, she found someone else who was happy to treat her like a slut.” I sat there totally stunned, I had no idea she was like that. “I only found out about her fucking some guy she worked with, I am sure there were others.”

“How did you find out, Dad?”

“Your mothers fuck buddy got a bit rough, he left some marks on her body. Marks that I didn’t leave there, she could have only got them one way.”

“Wow! I never knew that was the reason. I mean you both told me you had differences you couldn’t resolve, i never knew it was that. Mum doesn’t even date that I know of, unless it’s when I am here.”

“Maybe she’s got it out of her system, who knows? Whatever, that was the reason we divorced.”

I took a swig of my beer. I still found it hard to believe my Mum was a slut who liked dirty hard sex. I didn’t have a lot of experience sexually, apart from a few one night stands. My only long term girlfriend moved away a year ago when her Dad’s employer relocated. We never got to have sex as she wanted to wait a while before giving herself up. I took the driving lessons, I booked them so I had a months intense course. Luckily I passed my driving test at the first attempt.

Using some savings I got myself a cheap car, at least I didn’t have to take the bus to Dad’s anymore.

The revelation from my Dad changed things for me. From that weekend onwards, I was unable to see my Mum in the same light as before. I didn’t tell Mum that I knew why she and Dad divorced. One thing I did was pay more attention to Mum, whenever she wasn’t looking I checked her out. Mum had a great figure, her bust was in proportion to the rest of her slim body. Over the years I had seen Mum in business clothes, casual clothes and a bikini. Most of the porn that I watched involved women who were curvier, or overweight. One clip I watched was of a BBW getting gang-banged by five black guys, she looked like a fucked out mess when they had finished.

A year or so later my Dad asked me if I could find a small photo album at home, he thought he may have left it there when he moved out. Mum was at work, I had a day off from work.

I searched through the bottom of the wardrobe in Mum’s room, they shared it before Dad moved out. I found the album in a box, it was mostly photos of car shows. Looking at some of them, I must have been about 8 years old at the time. I put the album in my bag that I took to Dad’s, I didn’t want Mum knowing I had been snooping. There was a small box on Mum’s side of the wardrobe,curiosity got the better of me. Inside were blank DVD’s in clear cases. I took one and fired it up in my laptop. The film showed my Mum being fucked senseless by some guy, he was throwing her about the bed, sticking his cock wherever he wanted. I checked some of the other discs, they were all the same. One clip showed Mum was with two guys. Knowing my Dad I could see why he would have struggled to treat Mum like that, I put the discs back where I found them. I don’t know if Dad knew about the videos, I certainly wasn’t going to tell him.

I sat and thought about the videos of Mum, two things stuck in my mind. First, none of the guys were well endowed, their cocks looked to be average size. I also noticed Mum only had one tattoo, some roses in barbed wire at the bottom of her back. I was thirteen when Mum had a small fairy tattooed on her left shoulder. That meant the videos were at least seven years old. I got hard thinking about my Mum, despite being a slut she had a great body. Being horny i got to thinking that it would be great if i could fuck Mum like she wanted. I hadn’t had any decent sex since I split with my girlfriend. Jane was a good fuck, she moved away with her parents when her Dad’s company relocated.

I was in the kitchen when Mum arrived home from work.

“Thanks for starting dinner Danny.” Mum patted my head and went upstairs to change.

Over dinner Mum asked if I was going to Dad’s at the weekend?

“Not this weekend, Dad is travelling for work. Why are you going out or something?”

“No, I have a friend coming over, he will probably stay the night.” Mum replied looking sheepish.

“So you don’t want me here if he’s staying over? Does he know about me?”

“He knows I have a son. I would just prefer it if you were not here. I could do with some time alone with him.” I wondered if this was another one of Mum’s fuck buddies. As I had a key to Dad’s place I said I would stay there all the same. Friday evening I was sitting in my car about to set off, I saw a car pull up outside the house. When I saw the guy get out I nearly wet myself laughing.