Bloody Hell Mum

Disclaimer: All names, places, scenarios, etc etc are fictional.

My name is Joe Wellings I am aged 27, and for my sins I still live with my mum Ann who is 50 in two months time. My dad and my sister no longer live with us, a complicated divorce saw to that. Becky my younger sister thinks my dad is the bees and ees, and chose to live with hum, I think he is an arsehole. The trouble is I'm not that fond of my mum either, she can be such a selfish cow, but she is better than my dad Mike.

I suppose I could move out and get myself a flat, but working as a full time trainer in a gym doesn't pay that well, unless you are like my boss and has loads of preferred clients. The more of these you get, the higher your wages. I'm second on the list but still way behind him.

If I moved out, all my money would go on rent etc and I would have to say goodbye to my pride and joy, my Harley Chopper motorbike. That is not something I am willing to do, so I am still at home. It doesn't have an effect on my love life, mum is very good that way and has let my girlfriends stay over when they want.

Things were running really smooth, life was pretty good until my latest girlfriend of 4 months decided she wanted more out of our relationship, more being babies.

It was an age thing she was 30, as she put it her clock was ticking on and if I wasn't willing to commit to having a baby now, then it was time to go our separate ways. I wanted time to think and she wanted an answer now, reasonable maybe but when she told me, I also needed to get a proper job and sell the fucking bike, her words mot mine. I didn't choose her, on reflection that was one hell of a mistake.

It took me four weeks to realise it, my life without her was nothing, so I tried to get her back. Unfortunately she had already moved on and was seeing a guy from her work.

Back at home things then got really complicated, there was an chemical incident at mums works. It resulted in 8 people in the lab she worked in getting various injuries. Some minor burns mostly, but mum got fragments of glass in both her eyes and slight chemical burns.

After 4 days in hospital she had had enough and wanted to go home, she could look after herself, according to her. Anything that she couldn't do, her mum would help her. That came as one hell of a surprise to me, because they hadn't spoken to my knowledge for a least 10 years. Even though we lived only 5 miles from her house in Lewis. It took another two days of her harrassing the doctors before they agreed to let her go home. I was to pick her up after lunch on Saturday, because her mother couldn't drive and she would meet us at our house, to take care of her.

It wasn't much to do, put a cream on her face around her eyes and drops in her eyes 4 times a day. Then recover for the next two weeks, once she had been back to have her examination on Friday the 20th June, they could look at removing the bandages for a few hours a day. She had also asked me to take a couple of weeks off work to help gran, with the shopping, cooking and cleaning etc. Which I thought was reasonable and my bosses were ok with it.

Saturday lunch I turned up as requested and went through all the stuff with the doctors again and they wheeled her to the door. I took her over to her car and we went home. I was expecting to see gran arrive about 3pm as mum had told the nurses by 3.30 she still hadn't arrived. This is when mum dropped her bombshell, she had made it up to get out of the hospital, they said she needed constant care and bed rest. They had offered to let a nurse come round to wash her etc, but she wasn't having someone coming into her home, she didn't know and couldn't see, what they were upto. At first she thought about saying I could do it, then she told them her mother was a retired nurse and she would do it. What gran was a nurse, she worked at the chicken factory making nuggets of something didn't she, was my response.

Yes, but they didn't know that, did they. Anyway I can wash myself, you can do the creams and drops. I will rest in my own bed, you can do the rest. She said she would live on sandwiches for a fortnight. That lasted 3 days, then I was spoon feeding her twice a day, toast for breakfast was the easiest meal.

Cooking meals wasn't a problem, I am a good cook thanks to her, thats one of the things she learnt me and Becky to do. The cleaning a different story, what she couldn't see she couldn't complain about. The shopping was no problem either, a visit to the supermarket isn't that hard, you buy what you want to eat, its not rocket science.

She had her own en suite and could wash herself if she wanted, when she wanted. Luckily she had one of them bidet things, there was no way I was wiping her bum. The eye drops and cream was nothing to worry about, I had seen the nurses do it, it took 5 minutes max.

Day one, a few minor problems all mine to solve, it was like working in a bloody cafe, or a hotel doing room service.

Too much butter on her toast, the tea was too hot, I put more milk in, now its too cold. Joe sorry I have spilt tea all over the bed, you need to change it.

Is it time for my drops and cream, can you run me a bath, can you do this can you that. I was grateful when it ws time for her to finally go to sleep, at least when she was asleep, I could relax.

Day two, was pretty much a repeat of one, as was day three and day four. Then after doing her drops and cream, whilst rebandaging her eyes, she announced, wanted her hair washing. If i put a chair near the bathroom basin she could lean back like she did at the hairdressers. I said no she would get her bandages wet, they had told her not to do that. Stick something over my eyes was her response, anyway they dont get wet at the hairdressers stop being awkward for once in your life. I bit my tongue me being awkward that's a good one especially coming from her.

As always I gave in, my bright idea was to use the mask from my scuba gear. She wasn't happy about it, but she got her hair washed. It was whilst rinsing off the shampoo, I notice her dressing gown had opened slightly and I had a view down her cleavage. Nothing I hadn't seen before but a nice cheap thrill, my eyes kept getting drawn to it as the gown gaped a bit wider. Whilst I was putting on conditioner, she moved and I could see more than I had bargained for, my mum's right nipple was pierced. Now I have seen her in bikinis not for a while I must admit, but I never noticed a piercing before. I was about to ask her when she had it done, before I realised it would no doubt cause an argument, I was smiling to myself whilst imaging her indignant look and calling me a fucking little pervert.

Day five, I left her bedroom door slightly open after I had run her bath, hoping to catch her stripping off. Got that wrong didn't I, she went into the en suite to do it, I didn't get a glimpse. She even came out dressed in her nightie, ok maybe I am a pervert, but what she didn't know couldn't hurt her could it.

Yet another tea spill this time only on the bedside cabinet and the wooden floor. She was sat up in bed telling me how to do it, make sure I moved the cabinet, it might have gone underneath it, another time I counted to five, before saying ok mum don't worry.

What was disturbing was how I kept looking at her, trying to see if she had both nipples pierced. I had taken to sitting outside her room watching her, I caught her quite a few times, toying with I presumed was the piercing in her nipples, ok it was a guess she had played with both though. Normally she had a dressing gown on top of her nightie, so I turned the heat up in the house. Hoping she would just sit in a nightie, that wasn't a success, although it was undone sometimes. How desperate was I to catch a glimpse of my mums tits, bloody desparate thats how much.

Thats when she made it worse, not intentionally but it was her fault, she was running out of knickers and I had to do a hand wash of her whites. Not just lob it in the washer, it had to be sorted. Do all her whites first, that was all knickers. The rest of my gym tee shirts and socks and her stuff on number a 3 setting, with a 1000 spin speed, a tablet in the machine and a measure of the pink softner in the small drawer. I didn't query it I just did it, mainly to avoid what I expected would be another lengthy explanation.

I checked out her bra size 34 C and her pants were a size 8, then I lost a bit of self control, a pair of her knickers felt a bit stiff and sniffed the gusset. I had done one so I did the rest. One pair definitely smelt stronger than the others and I lost the battle of the temptation to lick it. It was quite a musky taste, not at all like my last girlfriend. This became a morning ritual, smelling her used pants after she had showered or bathed. She had started using the main bathroom as there was more room in the shower and it was less cleaning for me.

I thought about putting a pair on to see how it felt, but their was no way I could fit in a pair of size 8 bikini pants. But it did feel good rubbing my knob all over the gusset and wanking into them.

Week two, was pretty much like week one, without any success in catching her naked or just seeing her tits, anything would have done. Friday came and we went to her appointment, everything was going well according to the doctor, but he recommended another week of having her eyes covered, not all day. She could have 10 to 15 minutes every 4 hours in a darkened room, definitely not in sunlight, he would see her again same time next Friday. That wasnt the news she was hoping for and we left with her upset. By the time we had got home she had calmed down, I had spoken to my boss and he was ok with me taking another week off, but with no pay this time. I didn't really have a choice, so thats what happened.

The easiest bit of looking after her was the food, her breakfast has always been a slice of wholemeal toast. Lunch was now a smoothie and as it was summer so a salad for tea, which she now managed to eat if herself, out of a bowl, rather than on a plate.

When she was fed up with was staying in bed, she wanted to be on the sofa downstairs with me for company. Which meant no sport just listening to her soaps and bloody reality tv shows, a bit of a bind but what I hadn't expected was the little treats I got. Whilst she was sat listening to the twaddle, I was watching her, moving about on the sofa, flashing her long legs and her arse cheeks. I even got the odd glimpse of her panties between her legs. She would have had a fit if she had seen me knelt near her, me stroking my cock and looking up her nightie. Then taking her to the downstairs toilet was also a nice treat, I would take her there and say give me a shout when you are done and I will come back. She didn't shut the door fully sometimes and I watched her pee and wipe herself clean, pull her pants up, flush the loo and shout for me, to come and help. I didn't see much but she needed a proper shave down there, it looked like she had not bothered for a while.

Tuesday morning all my dreams came true, I had taken her to the bathroom for a shower, with my scuba mask on, I set it running as normal and left her to get undressed. I had decided to leave the bathroom door open a bit instead of fully closing it. She didn't notice and started to strip off, first her pink floral gown, then she shrugged out of her nightie, revealing two firm breasts with not a piercing in sight. Two little soft pink nipples and small aerolas just about the same colour, then she dropped her knickers and gingerly walked into the shower. I watched her with my cock in my hand, slowly wanking as she washed herself all over. She didn't spend a lot of time on her tits, but she was not just washing the blonde hair covering her fanny on the outside, she had her fingers inside as well. It was the most erotic thing I had seen for ages, she made like a squeak when she came, I was close but knew I had to get away from there before she turned the shower off. i tucked my cock back in my pants, I had started to edge back to my bedroom, when she sat on the loo with her legs apart getting dried her cunt. Her tits bouncing on her belly as she bent over to dry her feet. When she finally called me, I didn't answer her I crept back to my bedroom and waited for a second call.

Joe what are you doing, come on, I need to come down stairs for a bit, I wanted to shout back and I need to cum as well my balls need some relief. Instead it was ok on my way. Have you got the kettle on, no mum but I will once you are settled. What I was seeing now was a MILF, not my mum, then I swore under my breath, why the fuck hadn't I filmed her on my phone, what a fucking dummy.

She wanted to sit in the armchair today facing away from the tv and the window, she said she could see it was lighter and made her eyes feel sore when on the sofa. I gave her the remote for the chair and she got comfy, within 30 mins she was fast asleep with her legs wide open, her gown unfastened and a fairly see through nightie. I made a short video of her before she woke up, some 10 minutes later, excused myself and went to the bathroom for some relief.

I didn't get anymore more treats, but I had filmed her laid on her bed spreadeagled one night, she was laid on her stomach, the sheet was only cover her lower legs. Her knickers were between her arse cheeks with long strands of blonde hair poking out either side. I now had 4 videos and maybe 10 or 15 photos, mainly close ups of her pants and tits in her near see through nightie. From three weeks ago thinking she was a fucking bitch, now all I wanted to do was give the bitch a good fucking, funny how things change just like that.

Friday afternoon great news the bandages could come off, all she had to do was wear sunglasses for a while in the bright weather and not too much tv. She couldn't drive for another two weeks or more, she would find out more at her next exam in two weeks time, this time she left elated and I was upset. I had hoped for a chance to film her naked in the shower, playing with herself.

What I hadn't expected was the change in herself towards me, She became a bit affectionate, giving me a cuddle when I least expected it. Pushing her tits on to my chest, and thanking me for looking after her. Not once but two or three times a day. I was still sniffing her pants when she wasn't around and having a wank with them on my head with the gusset over my nose.

Then I cocked up, I had saved my films and photos of her on my laptop, passworded of course. I aren't that daft, but she caught me watching her on the tv one night. She had gone to bed a couple of hours earlier and I decided to screenshare my laptop onto the 60 inch tv in the lounge, she came in as the camera was closing in, onto her spreadeagled arse, with her knickers trapped between her gorgeous arse cheeks and me with my cock in my hand, wanking furiously. I didn't hear her come downstairs nor go back upstairs, but I sure as hell found out the next morning before I went to work.

Breakfast was normal, all I got as I picked up my stuff to go, was Joe very interesting choice of viewing on the tv last night. We will be having a talk when you get home tonight, think long and hard young man, there will be consequences.

I tried to reply but she just said off you go you will be late, you are in enough trouble already in a very calm voice. My head was full of thoughts like oh shit, what have I done, will she go to the cops. How I got to work unscathed I have no idea, I kind of came too in the car park. To say I wasn't myself all day was an understatement, I ate my lunch in tasted like cardboard, then the same taste when I threw it back up an hour later. I even struggled to keep water down, my stomach was in knots, my arse was on fire, I had been to the loo five times.

Now normally on Friday I got home 10 to 15 minutes before mum, but as she wasn't working yet she was already there. I went in through the kitchen as normal and she was sat on one of the kitchen stools with a glass of red in her hand. Good you are on time, now sit and you better answer me truthfully young man or you and I are finished.

Now was that the only video you have of me, I started to say no but the look on her face made me say no there are 3 more. She wanted to see them, I got my laptop and opened up the file and gave it to her. She watched them and made no comment, I was bloody terrified by now. What else came the question, some photos and a few stills from the videos. Show me, I closed down the videos and loaded up my porn photos file, she straight away spotted all the different headings, mum was at the bottom of the list. It wasn't a massive collection, but split by size of files with headings like blondes, redheads, brunettes, lesbo, Gilf, asian, black, Milf and finally Mum. She opened it, nothing as revealing as any of the others but quite damming.

Oh was all she said, sorry mum a bit feeble I know but it was the best I could come up with. Then she asked why?

So I told the whole truth, about accidentally seeing her nipple when washing her hair and thinking it was pierced, watching her in the shower, filming her in bed and in the chair and settee. All of which see knew as she had seen the films and the photos. Then I told her I had been sniffing her underwear, I had no reason to do that but I felt it was best to come clean.

She didn't say a word all the time I was telling her, then she handed me my laptop and asked if I had enough material or did I intend to carry on with my hobby. I thought that was was a weird way to describe it and was not certain about what to say. So I just stood there with my mouth open unable to speak.

She said make your mind whilst you do the tea, the salad is in the fridge I fancy a ham and cheese omelette, you can tell me what you have decided then, and we can discuss it further and she left, then shouted I will be back down in about 15 minutes, make sure its ready. I don't know how long I stood there but by the time I had got the salad out of the fridge I had just enough time to make the omelettes.

I shouted her as I was dishing up and she appeared in her dressing gown, tied tightly around her waist.

She poured herself a glass of red and sat down, we ate in silence, I made coffee and took them into the lounge, she followed me with another glass full of red wine. That was her third to my knowledge, not that she was drunk, but it was certainly one more than normal. I went to sit in the armchair she patted the settee next to her. Have you made your choice then?.

Look mum I'm sorry if I have hurt you, but what with having no girlfriend at the minute and you not knowingly flashing me, I got carried away, I'm sorry can you forgive me.

Thats not bad Joe, have you been rehearsing it, or did it come off the cuff.

I knew I was in for it and it looked like she was bloody enjoying having me over a barrel.

But that still didn't answer my question do you intend to carry on, secretly filming me and getting photos. Have you rigged a camera up in my ensuite are you going to photograph me when I knock myself out with my sleeping pills. Am I going to be safe in my own home.

Mum, you will always be safe, there is no camera. I wanted to add but I wish I had thought of doing it, but I valued my life. Then I jumped in with both feet, I would love more videos of you and photos, but I won't do it without your permission.

She laughed, she fucking laughed at me.

All I could say was what, I didn't understand what was going on.

Then she looked at me stood up and untied her gown and said fill your boots as it dropped to the floor. She was fucking naked, both tits had piercings in, another in her belly button and not a single hair over her naked cunt. It was a bloody good job our lounge was at the back of the house and not overlooked.