After getting off the phone with Mum I looked over at the clock and saw the time read 3:37AM. We had been talking for over an hour and a half.
I was never overly open with my Mum while I was growing up so it come as a shock to me that she felt so comfortable in confiding in me and asking for help. I suppose she must have realised how much I have grown up in the last few years. Maybe she even recognised the relationship I had built with Sarah since we moved in together.
I knew my dad was a callous man and I always knew my mum deserved better, but hearing about the things she told me filled me with deep regret. Regret that I never knew mum was struggling so much. Even though I was young and could be forgiven for my naivety, as her stories went on detailing dads controlling behaviour and verbal abuse, I couldn't help feel somewhat negligent. I think what shocked me most was hearing about how he gave her a weekly allowance that barely afforded her the ability to buy groceries for the family, despite his financial success. Just one of the ways he kept her under his thumb.
By the time I got off the phone I was mentally drained. There was absolutely no question I was going to take care of my Mum. I didn't care if she lived with me for the rest of our lives.
At some stage, Sarah must have awoken to our conversation. Quietly, she had lay there listening intently to the faint sound of our mother voice coming from the phone.
"Did you hear that?" I questioned.
"Yeah," was all she managed to reply. Her face seemingly as shocked as mine.
"Sarah, I know this place has been our little sanctuary and trust me I have loved it so much. But Mum needs us. She needs to get away from that controlling, abusive, swine... I told her she could live with us, at least temporarily." I added temporarily in an attempt to soften the blow. I didn't know how Sarah would take it, she had been so happy with just the two of us.
"Jack! Don't be silly! I would expect nothing less. I only wish we had known sooner and done something about it."
"Okay," I said with relief. "Im glad we are on the same page. I am going to go around tomorrow while dad is at work and help her get her things. Probably just clothes and toiletries to begin with."
"You are such a great guy Jack. Both of us are so lucky to have you."
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Sleep didn't come easily for the rest of the night as I tossed and turned in a mixture of sorrow and anger. The next morning when I woke, I had a new found motivation to help my mum begin the next chapter in her life. One that wasn't tainted by the tyrant that is my father.
It didn't take long to retrieve all of my mothers things from the house. She was pretty much packed and ready to go by the time I arrived.
"Have you got everything you need?" I asked.
"Yeah pretty much, I just can't seem to find one pair of panties, which is strange. I could have sworn they were in the washing basket."
"I, I, I am sure they will turn up," I crocked, knowing full well my devious nympho of a sister had taken them the previous afternoon. I made a mental note to make sure to hide them as soon as I get home, as not to arise suspicion. I doubt my mother would even consider something so taboo anyway given how sweet and innocent she was.
"Welcome home!" Sarah greeted us at the door, wearing a slightly more conservative outfit than what I was beginning to get accustomed with.
A bouquet of flowers and some chocolate lay on the kitchen table addressed to mum. Something Sarah must have characteristically organised.
Tears began to swell in our mothers eyes. They weren't tears of sadness though, more of relief and happiness.
"Come here guys," my Mother said gesturing for a group hug. We remained embraced together in the middle of the living area for several minutes. Tears streamed from our Mothers eyes, contradicting the smile that grew across her face.
"I am so lucky to have you guys! My big strong successful Jack, and my kind, sweet and beautiful Sarah."
"We are lucky to have you Mum," Sarah replied for the both of us.
We didn't speak at all about our father for the rest of the night. There was an understanding between the three of us that nothing more needed to be said. The night instead was spent reminiscing about the happy memories we had as kids with mum continually reminding us of how much we had both grown up.
It wasn't until the end of the night that any of us thought of the sleeping arrangements. Both Sarah and I had been completely caught up with the need to support our mother that we had completely forgotten that we had been sharing a bed. There was an unspoken understanding between us that our extra-curricular activates needed too be kept quiet from our Mother.
"I will take the couch guys, if you could just spare a blanket and a pillow," Mum suggested.
"Absolutely not Mum! You are our guest, you can take my bed and I will take the couch," I immediately responded.
"That's very kind of you Jack, but your mother can certainly manage just fine on the couch."
"No, I insist! You will take my bed for now and we will sort something better out at a later time."
A small smile grew across my mothers face as she gently caressed my cheek with her hand. "That's very generous of you... Okay well goodnight my beautiful children, I will see you both in the morning."
With that, Mum and Sarah went off the their respective bedrooms while I retired uncomfortably to the couch. As I drifted off to sleep I dreamt of Sarah. What I would have given to have her riding my cock at that very moment. My cock stayed achingly hard almost the whole night. I desperately wanted relief yet I thought it too risky with my mother only on the other side of the bedroom door.
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It was obvious by my appearance in the morning that I had another night riddled by a lack of sleep. Dark bags had formed under my eyes, and my voice was horse.
"Oh baby, you look like you have been awake for 48 hours..." Mum said with concern. "It must be that couch you slept on."
Little did she know it wasn't the couch that had kept me awake but my heavy balls thinking about her daughter. I could see Sarah knew what the issue really was by the way she grinned at me as she sipped at her coffee.
"He can sleep with me," Sarah suggested. "We used to do it when we were kids, we can go heads and tails or something."
I anticipated my mothers response to this, hoping she would remain oblivious.
"That's so sweet darling, I think that's a very thoughtful idea. Your brother is very big though, it might get a little bit squashed," Mum replied delightfully.
"Oh I am sure that we can manage," Sarah said suggestively with her grin getting even bigger this time.
