Jim had trouble concentrating. His mind was to preoccupied with everything that was going on at home to pay attention to the ramblings of his history master. His father had run away with his secretary and left him and his mother alone. It wasn't as if he had abandoned them into poverty or anything like that. They had a nice house with a pool; his father had been a successful barrister; his mother had been working part time and had saved so they weren't short of cash. They were perfectly comfortable just the two of them. It was the hurt though; he just left didn’t say a word and never came back. They only realised what happened when the secretary's husband also reported his wife as missing and the pieces of the jigsaw fitted. It had hit Jim's mother hard she refused to leave the house, and spent most of her time in bed with a bottle of whiskey. Jim basically took care of himself and had been for the past three weeks since it had happened. But now he was starting to feel the strain of it all.
Jim stood up and moved towards the doorway. The teacher stopped.
"Jim?" he asked with concern in his voice.
"I have to go," said Jim head bowed as he opened the door and left.
Jim walked down the dusty old corridors of his collage and out into the sunshine of a mid-morning in summer. He grabbed his bike from the rack, hopped on and cycled slowly down the road. It usually took him about half an hour to get home but today it took nearly double that. He pulled up into the driveway of his house and let his bike fall into the nearest bush. He walked slowly to the door and let himself in. The house was silent; his mother was probably paralytic in bed still. He went to the kitchen and got a beer out of the fridge. He decided to go and check on her.
He walked up the stairs and slowly pushed the door open to his mother's room. It was dark and it took him a minute for his eyes to adjust. His mother was lying on the bed with one hand around the neck of a bottle of whiskey. It had leaked all over the bed and she was now tangled in wet dirty sheets but still fast asleep.
"I've had enough of this shit," Jim said stepping over some empty bottles as he moved towards his mother. He managed to pry the half-empty bottle from her fist and placed it on the bedside table along side three other empties. Jim walked into the en-suite bathroom and turned the shower on. He then returned to his mother and picked her up sheets and all and took into the shower. The water was still cold and Jim's mother screamed as she went under. Her eyes opened wide as she clasped tightly onto the sheets still wrapped around her. She struggled to get away from the water but Jim held her by her arms under the icy jet of water. She stopped screaming trying to get her bearings she looked around.
Recognising Jim, she screamed in pain, "Jim, please stop".
Jim turned the water off and let her sit. He had achieved what he set out to do; there was no reason to prolong her agony. As she sat Jim's mother clasped her head in her hands, her fingers looked like they were about to bore into her head.
Jim walked back into the bedroom and opened the curtains. He then opened some windows to let some fresh air in. The room was a mess. He started to gather up the bottles draining off any liquid into the sink as he went. He took them outside and dumped them in the bin. He stripped the sheets off the bed and put them in to wash, he then set about cleaning the room, dusting and vacuuming. Two hours later, Jim had finished, the room looked like he always remembered. He then went into the wardrobe and pulled out all of his father's clothes, he put them in bags and took them to the bin. He then went round the house finding any photo's of his father, taking them down and filing them away; there was to be no reminders.
After about three hours Jim went back up to the bathroom where he had left his mother. She had fallen asleep in the bath; the sheets that were once tightly wrapped around her were now in a pile on the floor. Jim looked at his naked mother. She had married young and had Jim young and it showed, at thirty five she was better physically than some of the eighteen year old girls that Jim had been out with. She had long blonde hair, large firm pert breasts, a flat stomach of which she was very proud, a firm butt and very long slim legs. Jim had often heard his friends talking about his mother in a sexual way but he had never really thought of her like that until now.
She was gorgeous; Jim could feel his cock getting hard just looking at her. Jim called out her name, "Jenny, Jenny" louder and louder but she was completely out of it. Jim leant down to take a closer look, he ran his fingers gently over her breasts, there was no reaction, so he cupped them and squeezed them in his fingers. He couldn't stand it any longer and undid his fly pulling out his cock he started to masturbate while he looked at her. He had a good view of her pussy, her legs were slightly apart and it was easy for Jim to see her moist pink lips. He was stroking his cock faster now and could feel the pressure building up. He dreamt about sliding his cock between those pink lips and kissing and sucking on those big breasts.
He started to cum spraying his seed all over his mother, most of it landed on her breasts and stomach but some was on her face and some even dribbled down between her legs. Jim zipped himself back up and thought it was best to clean his mother off before she woke up naked with cum over her. He turned the shower on and made sure the water was warmer before cleaning her off. She opened one cum covered eyelid but then closed it again as Jim doused her with water. She seemed to become a little more awake as the cleaning went on. It felt amazing for Jim to run his soapy hands all over her but she didn’t seem to mind, after all she was still half-unconscious.
Jim managed to pick her out of the bath and dry her before wrapping her in a towel and leading her back into her bedroom and sitting her on the side of the bed. She looked completely disorientated, and Jim wasn't totally sure whether she even knew what was going on. She lay back on the bed and climbed under the sheets discarding the towel as she went. Jim thought it was best for her to sleep it off so he pulled the curtains and left the room, locking it behind him. He wanted to keep a close eye on her and didn’t want her roaming the house in search of any more booze. He left the key in the door and went down to the kitchen. It was a mess, as were all of the downstairs rooms. Jim sighed before picking up a cloth and cleaning everything that he could.
It took Jim the best part of four hours before he was satisfied with the lounge and kitchen and sat down in his father's chair before falling asleep. As he slept he dreamt. Images of his mother's naked body swam through his mind; her breasts, her stomach and mostly her pussy occupied his unconscious desires. Images of him making love to her, images of her sucking his cock, images of her riding him. Jim woke suddenly, he had heard something and it took him a couple of seconds to get his bearings. He looked at his watch it read twenty-two, twenty-two. He stood up, as he did he felt the cold wetness in his lap. He had had a wet dream. His mind raced as he remembered what he had done just this morning. He walked slowly up the stairs to his room and changed his shorts and trousers. As he was about to make his way back downstairs he heard a loud bang from his mother's room and decided to check on her.
