I was in a situation I didn't want to be in but had to make the best of it. My wife left me and my two sons and she cleaned us out. We had a good savings fund but she wiped it out and disappeared, leaving a note telling us she couldn't do "this" anymore...and I would never find out what "this" was because she was gone. I certainly thought things were okay but I guess they weren't.
In any event, with the housing crash and subsequent loss of income our home was foreclosed on and I was forced to move in with my mom for a while. Money was tight and this would allow me to save some before finding a place for me and my boys to live. It wasn't horrible. I had my own room upstairs, but there was only one bathroom upstairs between my room and my mom's bedroom. The boys had to share a room downstairs.
It was rough the first couple of months. My emotions ranged from mad to sad to angry to confused. Eventually I started to date but I was also drinking more. Tensions had started to rise with the living situation being what it was. Mom loved us but was used to her privacy and freedom. I was too so it wasn't any better for me. I was able to go out since mom was home and could watch my boys. I started to see women but didn't get laid yet. I couldn't bring myself to admit to a woman that I was living with my mom so bringing them home was not an option. However, this particular night I did because my date's roomate was hosting her boyfriend and they didn't want to be disturbed. I had a real good feeling we were going to fuck if I could get her alone.
We had a great night out and were pretty tipsy when I got to mom's house. We weren't exactly tip-toeing upstairs, althought I did try to be quiet. Just as we were going into my bedroom I noticed mom open her bedroom door and she was putting on her bathrobe, but when she saw I wasn't alone she just shot an icy glare at me and closed her door again. I closed my door and proceeded to tear the clothes off each other as we kissed and banged around the room not so quietly. She was also a little loud for my taste as I was fucking her...she made these high-pitched yelps and groans. I kept covering her mouth telling her she would wake my boys up but that also kind of smothered her face and she kind of liked that so she just groaned louder. I said fuck it and pounded her until we both came...which was pretty quick for her thankfully because it was also pretty quick for me not getting laid regularly anymore.
I didn't have real feelings for this woman, I just needed to feel like a man again and she did that for me. Thankfully she got dressed and left almost as quickly as she reached orgasm. I slipped on my boxer briefs and walked her out, then went back upstairs to take a leak. I went into the bathroom and when I came out mom was standing in the hallway. She started to berate me, whispering to not wake up my boys who were sleeping downstairs. She was telling me I shouldn't bring women to her home like that and thanks for waking her up and I should stop drinking so much...just like being married, haha.
I kind of waved my hand at her and walked into my bedroom, swinging the door closed behind me but it didn't close because mom stopped it and walked in behind me. By now I crashed on my bed, laying on my stomach, and was ready to go to sleep. Mom came into the bedroom, closed the door behind her and locked it. I thought that was odd but I was a bit drunk and tired as hell with it being almost 2 AM. I was laying there on top of the bed in my boxer briefs as she walked over to the edge of the bed and continued the nagging she started in the hallway. She told me to not walk away from her when she was talking to me, no wonder my wife left me, I am irresponsible, blah blah blah...now she was giving me a headache...blah blah blah, how dare I bring home that slut to fuck in her home, she said I was disgusting.
My head was starting to pound and I didn't appreciate the slut comment so I instinctively told her to shut up. Before I knew it I was being yanked by my hair out of bed. She wasn't yelling but she had raised her voice and pulled my head up by my hair. I rolled over to the edge of the bed and she just let me fall off the bed, telling me not to talk to her that way.
Now I was pissed. I got up and stood right in front of her and asked her what she did that for. For a second I was about to push her but remembered that was my mom standing there. I also noticed by pulling me out of bed her robe became somewhat undone in front and I could see most of her tits as they were almost spilling out of her bathrobe. I'd run into a bra or two of hers as I did my laundry and noticed they were 38Cs...and they were pretty firm ones at that.
She said she was tired of being so nice and if I wasn't going to respect her privacy then she was going to see to it I did. I had no idea what she was talking about and said as much. She took a step closer to me so she could poke me in the chest. She told me she's had it with my sulking and drinking, she wasn't my babysitter and she had a life that she was taking back now. I asked her what she meant by taking it back and she said whatever she had to do right now she'd do to make sure I respected her privacy and reached up to grab my hair again, yanking my head to the side and down. She said I needed to get my shit together and quickly.
I instinctively reached up and grabbed at her wrist with one hand and when she wouldn't let go I grabbed a handful of her hair with my free hand and gave her head a yank backwards. I heard her let out a little scream as we kind of stood there for several seconds, each with one hand pulling the other's hair.
This activity had completely opened my mother's bathrobe which revealed she didn't have anthing else on underneath it except lace panties. Her tits were completely exposed but it didn't seem to bother her at all. Both of us were telling the other to let go but neither would. My boxer briefs started to tent a little, which was confusing considering I was in somewhat of a fight with my mom at the moment; but she was a woman with a pretty hot body who was almost nude so I just kind of shrugged off the beginning of a hard-on to that.
She was also pretty strong which I hadn't realized in the past. Of course I had no reason to speculate how stroing she might be either. She was in phenomenal shape at 44, standing 5'8 and weighing 146. I was 25, 5'11 and 164.
We kept jostling around the room with one hand in each other's hair until we agreed to let go at the same time, which we did. Instead of closing her robe mom let it slide off her arms and drop to the floor.
"I can't beat your ass with this thing on", she said as it fell to the floor. I was standing there, kind of in shock, as the only thing keeping my mom from being completely naked were these almost see-through purple lace panties, and when she went to kick the robe out of her way she moved to the side and I could see what I thought were panties was really a thong, a sexy purple lace thong! Her tits were gorgeous, nicely shaped and very firm from all of the chest exercises she does at the gym.