Once the sequence of events began, it all happened quite swiftly.
We lived in a suburb of a small town, a normal family, myself and my older sister and my mum and dad. And then, one day, not long after my eighteenth birthday my dad anounced he had been having an affair for several years and wanted to leave us so he could be with the woman he truly loved. He was very apologetic and tearful about it. I think he had waited until I had become an adult to make his move and change all of our lives. I guess that was pretty decent of him in a way.
My sister Jane was at university in her second year of study and away from home, only returning for holidays and not always then. So she was not there for the bombshell announcement, to give him his due, my dad was man enough to phone her and tell her. knowing my sister, I bet it was no easy conversation, she could be very feisty!
I assumed my mother would be devastated, but over the few days that followed my father's departure, I saw her mood mellow from anger to acceptance of the new reality. Maybe she had known this was coming, or maybe she was as unsatisfied with him as he was with her. She was forty-seven years old and still looked great with long, wavy, dark brown hair and deep, dark brown eyes and skin that tanned easily in the summer sun. My mates all fancied her like crazy and would love to chat to her shyly when they came around to my house. I think she liked the attention and just about refrained from flirting with them in their awkward conversations. I think it was my friends' attitude towards my mum that made me aware of how attractive she was. I must admit I found her very sexy from my mid teens onwards. In my wet dreams I would invariably be cumming in her cunt or mouth, when at the point of ejaculation.
I was attending the local further education college and so was home at various times during the day, depending on when my classes were scheduled. I tried to help out a bit more around the house and make sure my mum was okay. After a week or so, she seemed fine. My mum had money in the bank and my grandparents, her mum and dad, were able to provide financial support also, they had invested wisely and so that was a worry we didn't have.
I sat down with my mum on the sofa one afternoon and we chatted about the state of things over a cup of tea. I wanted to know if she really was okay, or just putting in a brave face. It was early spring and she was wearing blue jeans and a light weight cotton sweater and looked very well groomed, her hair looked fantastic as always, she certainly didn't look like she was in any kind of crisis. As our conversation progressed I said how much I admired how well she seemed to be coping and then she came out with it.
"Me and your dad haven't been intimate for years, we just weren't attracted to each other anymore, we had you kids to bring up, he worked long hours and we stopped having fun as a couple. It happens like that sometimes."
Mum looked at me, uncertainly, as if she was deciding to say what she was thinking.
"What?" I asked.
She hesitated, but then said that I was eighteen now and she could discuss adult matters with me.
"Your dad and I were not very comfortable with each other intimately. Not really compatible, you might say."
