Bryan’s mother wants to be a milf, his milf!

“Hey Mom, you sleeping?” I asked outside her bedroom door.

Ronnie’s had been slow and Rich had asked anyone if they wanted to knock off a couple hours early. Full time classes and five nights there had been taking its toll and I gladly bolted at nine.

I’d been surprised not to see my mother in her usual place, stretched out on the couch watching TV. That was pretty much all she had done since my father had left almost a year ago, breaking mom’s heart and leaving me to do the best I could as man of the house because he wanted to fuck his secretary.

Not that I’d had much more of a life lately. When my asshole father had screwed on us, moving out of state and taking little miss thing with him, I’d been dating Alicia, but a few weeks later had broken up over arguing about how little time I had for her.

I’d been upset, Alicia was cute and a lot of fun, but if she couldn’t understand I now had to work full time in addition to college to help my mother pay the bills, then good riddance. But although she was shallow, Alicia was pretty hot in bed and if not missing her, I was missing the sex.

But I had no time and even though a couple of girls at school, and Mary at work, seemed interested, I didn’t bother. School, studying for school and work left little time for dating and as horny as I was I didn’t want a onetime thing or just getting together for hook ups.

That’s something mom had instilled in me not to do. I was a gentleman with girls and had been told that many times, but right now I was a gentleman who was jerking off every night before I went to sleep.

“Mom?” This time I knocked lightly.

I knew she was home because her car was in the driveway. With most single women it would be a possibility she had gone out with a girlfriend, which I would be all for at this point, but I knew that wasn’t true.

Mom’s friends had all tried, everything from wanting her to come out for a girl’s night to a club to trying to set her up on blind dates. She turned it all down, with the “I’m not ready” excuse which was pretty damn old close to a year later and seeing she did nothing wrong, it was all on my Rocky of a father.

Besides she would have sent me a text if she wasn’t going to be home. Not that she needed to, but the one benefit from dad leaving is mom and I had become close. At this point we seemed as much like friends and roommates as mother and son.

We shared the chores, worked on the budget together, watched movies and talked about pretty much everything except why she wouldn’t date. When I pushed she either got upset and told me to drop it or threw it back at me, why wasn’t I dating?

My last response of I was only nineteen and had plenty of time to play, but she was older and should start enjoying now hadn’t been the best thing to say. She’d asked if I thought she looked old and that’s why dad had left and although I had assured her that wasn’t true, she’d ended up in tears.

There was no answer to my knock and I shrugged, it was only nine o’clock, way too early for her to be sleeping. Turning from the door I had the sudden thought maybe mom was doing what I did before I went to bed every night.

After all she was a healthy forty two year old woman and hadn’t been with anyone since dad left, and she’d told me the two of them hadn’t in a long time because dad said he wasn’t attracted to her anymore.

I thought that was a cruel line and a cop out because my mother was an attractive woman for her age, well most likely any age I supposed, but she was my mother so I tended not to check her out too closely.