Incest stories, mom and son, Returns home to his mother after university.. “Homeward bound, Andy?” David, my best friend at college, asked as I placed the last of the clothes in my bag.
“Yep. Already been accepted into a job close enough to home that Mum pretty much insisted that I move back in.” I shrugged. “I don’t mind. I don’t think she would be lonely, but she would be living alone.”
“No plans to go out into the big wide world?” Brian, my soon to be ex-roommate, asked, busy packing his own things away.
“Not at the moment. The job I’ve got is going to be incredibly well-paid considering I’m stepping into it straight out of university. I know my Mum probably helped me get a foot in the door at the same time, but I know my marks and the thesis I presented surely must have helped.”
“So you’ll be living and working with your Mum? Bit of a drag,” David stated.
“I have no doubt she’ll be working in a different department. No doubt my first few weeks and months will be spent pushing paper around and being utterly bored out of my mind. But it’s an opportunity I can’t turn down. Global company and leading advancements in all sorts of sciences. It’s win-win. What about you, Brian?”
“Heading to the big city. Got a job at one of those big financial institutions. Lot like you, though. Probably a lot of bullshit to start off with.”
“Kinda glad I’ve got that football contract myself,” David stated, “Who wants to do the nine to five grind?”
“Moving to England, though. Bad food. Bad weather. Some of the women are alright if you like big tits,” I stated.
“True, but Europe is barely a hop, skip and jump away,” he retorted, “Gonna find myself one of those hot east European chicks. A Svetlana or something like that.”
“You’ll end up jerking off in your bedroom alone!” Brian joked.
“Fuck off. Got laid more than you during our time here anyway,” Dave stated, flipping him the bird.
“Yeah, but both of us more than him,” Brian added, pointing at me.
“Don’t drag me into your bullshit, dick swinging contests. And I got laid enough to at least empty my balls every so often. But you know I had to concentrate on my work. It was pass or get kicked out.”
“Just yanking your chain, Andy,” Dave stated.
I cracked him on the shoulder. “I know. Just don’t be a cunt.”
I’d already boxed up and despatched anything I wanted to send home a couple of weeks earlier. The large bag was full of everything else I had required until leaving the dorm. A smaller bag contained my laptop and reading tablet. After one last lengthy check that we’d packed up everything, we wandered out of the room, dropping our keys at the reception before leaving the campus for the final time. The three of us shared handshakes and bro-hugs before each of us getting into our taxi. I was heading straight to the airport as I was flying to the other end of the country. David lived only a few miles from the university while Brian was not flying out until the next day.
I scored at check-in as I found myself bumped up to business class. I don’t think I was flirting with the girl behind the desk but she asked where I was heading, had I been at the local university, what had I studied and all sorts of other personal questions and, bingo, upgrade. I thanked her profusely and, for some reason, she handed me a second blank boarding pass with her number on it. I kept it though figured it was pointless considering I was leaving.
The flight would take a couple of hours so I settled back in the relative comfort of business class, enjoying the space and attention from the stewards, constantly asking if I was hungry, thirsty or required anything. With plenty of time, I enjoyed the ambience and found my mind wandering to thoughts of home and the future.
Not to gloat but I am a rather intelligent young man, though I can say that thanks to a certain pair of genes, those being from my mother, Susan. Or Sue. Sometimes even Susie. To me, she was just Mum. She did make a mistake by falling pregnant with me at a young age, before she’d even graduated high school. The man who fathered me showed no interest and quickly disappeared from the scene, but that didn’t stop her from giving birth to me, completing her studies and graduating with high marks before obtaining a scholarship to university. Despite being a young mother, she managed to juggle motherhood and her class work, and though she split each year by doing six months’ full time and six months’ part time, she graduated only a year later than anyone she may have started with.
Mum noticed my intelligence at an early age and did everything possible to ensure I was always learning. She pushed me and, while annoying at times, I understood why. She wanted me to be the best I can be and not to waste any gifts I may have. I graduated primary school quicker than the other children of a similar age before graduating high school by the time I was sixteen. A number of universities clamoured for my signature and I eventually agreed to what I considered the best.
After only four years of hard graft and solid work, I graduated near enough to top of the class, with honours, and with a number of companies offering me contracts for work. I spoke to Mum about it and she suggested I move home and work for her company, explaining the benefits of why that would be a good choice. Considering she’d never steered me wrong before, I chose her company and would return home once I’d graduated.
I’d seen Mum at graduation, but wasn’t surprised that she had to rush home and back to work, though I knew she’d be at the airport to meet me. I’ll admit I was looking forward to returning home. I enjoyed living at the dormitory, but I found that, apart from my close friends, I had little in common with many of my fellow students. I know I spent a lot of my time studying, and while I tried to socialise, I’ll also admit that it wasn’t my forte.
Once we’d landed and I’d grabbed my bag, I wandered out into the departure lounge, looking for the blonde hair of my mum. I was about six-foot-tall, so could see over most of the crowd, but couldn’t see her anywhere. Then I heard someone shout my name and noticed a red haired woman make her way through the crowd. Mum? It was her as the voice gave it away. And, once she appeared, my jaw dropped. She looked… stunning. Not just the hair but what she was wearing. She always dressed smartly but… Well, I’d always thought my Mum was a beautiful young woman, no problem with that. But a simple change of hair and a different wardrobe caused some rather uncomfortable feelings because she didn’t look like my mum.
“Andrew!” she yelled before wrapping her arms around me. Mum always called me Andrew. I didn’t mind.
I completed the hug. “Hello, Mum.”
I felt her squeeze me hard, not surprising as I know she had missed me. I’d missed her too. “It’s good to see you.”
I couldn’t help the chuckle. “You saw me a couple of weeks ago.”
She released me and looked up at me from her height of five and a half feet, if she was lucky. “I saw you and perhaps spent a couple of minutes talking to you.” My face must have fallen. “Don’t worry, I understand. It was a big day in your life.” She grabbed my hand. “Grab your bag and we’ll get out of here.”
I did as she requested as we weaved through the crowds out into the car park. I wasn’t surprised to see that she had the latest sports car as her mode of transportation. After placing my bag in the boot, she made sure to pop the top down, placing on a pair of sunglasses before she floored it once we’d gone through the barriers.
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