When I found out mom was pregnant - and especially after the father of said child, my step-dad, promptly left I decided I should skip going to college but mom had been very insistent that I didn't. She refused to let me stay at home and take care of her and no matter how much I tried reasoning with her, in the end she got her will and I went off to college.
We kept contact, of course, talking almost daily over the phone and I came home and visited her as often as I could. Not just because I cared deeply about my mother but also because I was very excited about having a sibling even though the gap between us would be quite significant since I just turned 19. One night she called me with a tone in her voice that made my bones shiver. It was at the very end of her pregnancy, the expected birth was just weeks away, but she lost the baby and was, naturally, distraught. She bawled into the phone as she told me what happened and I stayed with her on the phone all night talking, and crying.
Ever since dad died just a couple of years after I was born mom had had a difficult life. Depression and the stress of raising a kid on her own had took a toll on her so naturally I was afraid this miscarriage would send her spiraling back down again. Being away felt horrible, that I couldn't be at home to make sure she was okay and help her through this difficult time made everything feel worse.
I knew mom wouldn't accept me dropping out of college but after a couple of months I managed to arrange a transfer to a college in my hometown and quickly moved back to be closer to her. The house was a mess and in honesty mom was pretty much a mess too which was perfectly understandable under the circumstances but it was obvious she needed someone to lean on. What worried me the most however was the change in her personality. She had always had a quite dominant and self certain personality which was now replaced with almost the complete opposite; it almost felt like she had given up.
Since she still was on sick leave, money was tight and me returning back home only made that tougher but I found a job I was able to do on weekends and late nights. I knew mom wouldn't accept me taking a job to help out so I didn't tell her at first and just started working and told her about the job when I was well into it and had used the first paycheck to buy groceries and pay some of the bills that were piling up. Mom protested profusely but the relief of having more money made her relent to letting her son help out economically albeit with a tangible look of sadness and shame on her face.
Studying in itself is a lot of work but the added stress of having a job, taking care of the house and my mom was exhausting at best and I had little time to myself. Thankfully mom quickly started feeling better as the stress of unpaid bills was eased but the grief of the loss of her child was of course always close to the surface.
My love life was affected by all this, my focus was never far away from my family which girls my age had little understanding for. No 'relationship' I had, had lasted for longer than a week or two and last night the latest in the line had texted me to say that it was either her or my family; my choice was simple and hence I was now single, again.
Even though we hadn't been very close it did affect me but I did my absolute best not to let it show, mom had enough to think about so I kept it all bottled up even though I always had been very open with my mother. Something about this last breakup did however tip the scales and as I woke up one, very, early morning I started crying and just could not stop.
I pushed my face deep into my pillow and tried to cry as silently as possible not to wake mom but I was quickly brought back to reality as I heard a gentle knock on the door and as I looked up mom stood there in her nightgown looking at me with a distraught look on her face. As she stood there I was, as I often am, struck by how incredibly beautiful my mom is. Her icelandic heritage meant she was tall, almost 6', which makes me feel quite short in comparison; something I blame my father's genes for. She has a voluptuous body with wide hips, thick thighs and a set of heavy breasts that made all my friends drool at her appearance. I knew that many of my friends thought about her when they masturbated and in truth I did often too but with a intense feeling of shame afterwards; she was my mother and one shouldn't think about their mother that way. Her long blonde hair, deep blue eyes and genuine smile was the icing on the cake that was already oh so delicious.
"What happened baby?" she asked genuinely concerned and quickly made her way to my bed and sat down next to me and put her hand on my head and gently caressed it.
-"Nothing.. I just.. This girl I had been seeing.. it doesn't matter." I sobbed as mom kept lovingly pat my head. She never failed at making me feel better and I scooted over slightly to be closer to her.
"Baby. Listen. I really do appreciate you being home helping out but you can't forget about yourself, you are a very attractive young man and you shouldn't spend all your time with your old mother but instead be out, having fun and hooking up with cute girls!" mom said as she let her hand lovingly travel up and down my back; comforting me in a way no one else than her could.
-"Old? You look incredible, mom!" I said truthfully and before she could argue I continued with a sigh: "The girls my age are just so self centered. You are my family and you will always come first and no one seem to be able to accept that."
Mom smiled lovingly and after a short hesitation she scooted down on my bed and laid down next to me and put her arm around me and pulled me in close.
If anyone saw us they'd probably say it was inappropriate for a mom and her son being this intimate but we had always been close and besides; it was just us here so I didn't really care.
Her long hair spilling down over my face I inhaled her scent and scooted in even closer to her and felt her breasts poking against my side and a small whimper of pain left her soft lips.
"What's wrong mom? Did I hurt you?" I asked genuinely concerned.
-"Without going into too much detail," she started with a hint of embarrassment in her voice and continued: "my body doesn't seem to want to accept that I lost the baby and is still producing milk. It hurts when they are this full so I was just on my way to get the pump from the bathroom when I heard you."
My eyes were immediately drawn down to the cleavage in her thin white lacy nightgown that ended just in the middle of her juicy thighs. Her breasts looked like they were about to explode and I quickly pulled back a little even though I wanted to stay close to her.
"Im sorry mom, you want me to get it for you?" I said but mom quickly pulled me back in, pushing my face into her neck and pressed her breasts against my side and replied "No, let me - for once - take care of you."
We laid there, talking for a long while as I cried into her neck. I wanted to turn around the attention back to her but she wasn't having it. She kept patting my back as she comforted me in a way no one else than she could.
"I wish I could meet a woman like you!" I mumbled into her neck and she pulled back just enough to crawl in under the quilt next to me before she pulled me back into her warm embrace. Her breasts poking against me made her whimper so she scooted up a little to make it more comfortable but that put my face closer to her breasts.
