Sam and his mom's new 'better' apartment, was nothing of the kind. It was in a seedy tower block, that had graffiti on most of the walls in the stairwells.
Most of the day and night, there were men dealing in drugs, on the stairs and in some of the hallways. But apartments of any kind were hard to come by, so Sam's mom had no choice but to take it. Even though the rent was more than they could really afford.
After only three weeks living there, Sam and his mom were singled out as being different from the rest of the inhabitants. Mainly because they kept to themselves, and they dressed differently from the down trodden and poorly dressed neighbours.
Marie, Sam's mom received many stares and 'wolf whistles' each time she made her way out of her apartment through the groups who were always gathered in the stairwells. Marie always steeled herself for these excursions out of the apartment.
Marie was an attractive 37 year old mother, and single parent, living with her 18 year old son Sam. She had lost her job with an insurance company, and was now desperately looking for a new position. Each day she went out to look for a position, but they were very hard to come by also, and so far had been unable to find one.
Returning to the apartment block, she had to run the gauntlet again of youths sitting and laying on the stairs. She had to hold her skirt tightly to her thighs, to stop them looking up her skirt. But she knew they must have had a glimpse.
She relaxed leaning against the inside of the front door, when at last she reached it. Sam came out to meet her from his room.
"Hi mom, have any luck today?"
"No, I am afraid not. There does not seem to be any work, anywhere."
"Don't worry, you will get a job soon." "Do you want a coffee?"
"Yes please, that would be lovely."
They sat in their lounge drinking their coffee. Sam was looking at his mom, as he always did these days. Watching her breasts rise and fall, stretching the fabric so deliciously, showing those wonderful curves.
His mom caught him looking at her and said, "Sam you should not look at your mother like that."
"Like what mom?"
"Like you are undressing me with your eyes Sam."
"Sorry, I just can't help it."
"You should, and you should find a girlfriend of your own Sam." "You ought to go out more." "I know at your age, you are getting more sexual ideas, but I am your mom Sam."
"I said I was sorry, don't go on so."
Marie let it drop, although she was worried about this fascination he had for her. No not really her, but her body. It made her uneasy. She had caught him many times now looking at her in that way.
Sam said, "I am going to my room." He got up and went out.
In his room he brought up the folder containing all the illicit photos of his mom, that he had captured when they were in their old apartment. When he looked at these photos, it always made him go hard. She had a great body. He told himself he must get the cameras set up again, to get more photos. He would do it the next time she went out. He also thought he had not had sex with her since coming to this apartment. He had been a little reluctant and not a little guilty for what he had done to her before. That was beginning to wear off now though.
He got out the two little bottles of the drug he had used on her and stared at them for a long time. Little did he know, that another dose of that drug, and she would not completely come out of it. He would have control of her at all times, not completely, but enough.
He would wait until Friday he mused, and see how he felt then. He loved his mom, but he loved her body too. He put the bottles back where his mom would not find them.
The following day whilst his mom was out, he again placed the cameras in the bathroom and his mom's bedroom. After checking and adjusting them until he was satisfied.
Marie again had to run the gauntlet of the youths on the stairs. She got to her front door with cries of ' she has got blue knickers on today lads'. Marie went into her apartment a little embarrassed. She did have blue panties on.
Sam came out to meet her after hearing the shouting. "What is going on?" He said.
"It is those horrible boys again. They keep trying to look up my skirt. I have to step over them every night."
Sam was angry with this. He went out the door and down the stairs. The boys were still there, and he began to shout at them, and warned them about their behaviour. On his way back up, he heard a load of abuse.
When they were eating their meal Sam's mom said she had managed to get a part time position.
"Great," said Sam. "What job is it?"
"It's at the old sanatorium, cleaning and general work" "It's not much, but I cannot be choosy."
"That's great mom, it's a start anyway. You will find something better later on."
Friday came and Sam was ready to fuck his mom again. He had argued with himself about doing so after last time, but his need over rode all of that. He had to have her, he had to feel himself inside her again. Anyway he thought, trying to solve his conscience. She dresses far too sexy for him to resist. Her body is fucking awesome, it wasn't his fault.
So later in the evening whilst making coffee for them both, he slipped the drug into his moms cup. In fifteen minutes, she would be ready.
He watched her for the next fifteen minutes, she was reading. His eyes were fixed on her blouse, which stretched across those magnificent breasts. Her cleavage was well in evidence, and he felt he could see her nipples pointing through the fabric.
