Guardian Ch. 01

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you find your mother attractive?"

I didn't really want to answer that question. I'm sure she already knew, so why she needed that verbalised... "Yeah, sure," I repeated, probably not sounding terribly convincing one way or the other.

"What about my breasts?" she asked, squeezing them together. My eyes immediately lowered towards them, "What do you think about them?"

"Why are you asking?"

"I just want to know if a man would still find me attractive. I can't remember the last time your father touched me."

"Seriously?" She nodded. "Mum, this is going to sound... weird, but if you were my partner, you would definitely not remain untouched."

She dazzled me with a smile and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, sweetie. That's just what I wanted to hear." Then she kicked off the blankets. "Now, what about my legs?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "They're great too, Mum. Trust me, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you whatsoever. You're beautiful."

"Is that why you always have an erection by the time I get in this bed?"

"Um..."

"Do you have any idea how long it's been since I felt desirable?" she asked quietly, shuffling closer towards me, wrapping an arm around me, her face incredibly close to mine.

I swallowed hard. "No idea," I whispered.

"You look at me differently now." She was right. It was hard not to. "Do you find me desirable, Mark?"

"Sometimes," I answered honestly, "I know you're my mother but, well, the imagination can sometimes run away. Doesn't help that I'm single. Doesn't help that... well... you're usually in my bed nowadays. I'm not complaining. I like the company," I added with a smile, "But... Well, despite the fact I'm your son, I'm just a man. And you're a woman... so..." I trailed off.

She moved her face even closer to mine and pulled me closer so my erection pressed into her stomach. "I like sleeping with you, Mark. I prefer sleeping with my son than husband. How fucked up is that?"

"Not particularly surprising though considering he's proven to be one mega twat."

"And the thought you have an erection waiting for me when I get in bed, and when I wake up... excites me far more than it should."

Her lips were now so close to mine I didn't know if she wanted to kiss me or not. Part of me wanted to kiss her and do so much more. The other part saw her as my mother, the woman who raised and nurtured me, the woman who kissed my boo-boos as a child and provided me love and protection as I grew up.

Then my alarm went off. I'll admit I breathed a slight sight of relief as that seemed to break the spell. Mum blinked and smiled at me before she kissed my cheek. "I'll make you some breakfast. You scoot and have a shower."

I masturbated furiously in the shower, only thoughts of my mother crossing my mind.

*****

Chapter 1.3

They were arguing again. This time it was about her cheating. And, this time, I knew it was all my fault. I could hear his arguments. You've changed. You're acting differently. Smiling all the time. Who is he? Who are you fucking now? Then he called her a whore, and I had to count to ten to stop myself walking out and smacking him.

Before I even got to five, I heard a slap. A scream. And Mum yell my name.

I was out in the living room so fast, it would have made your head spin. I saw him standing over her, fists balled. Mum was on the floor, holding her face where he'd obviously slapped her. Without thinking, I strode forward, grabbed him by the shoulder to spin him around, and figured out where to hit him. Stomach or face? I chose stomach, connecting with such force he almost threw up as he fell to his knees.

"You fucking bastard," he croaked, trying to straighten himself up.

"Fuck you, arsehole. You dare call her that? You dare touch her in such a manner?"

"Get the fuck out," he exclaimed, doing his best to stand up, "And don't come back."

"Not going to happen. You do that, we press charges for domestic violence."

Mum held up a hand. "Wait..."

"No, Mum. It was always going to come to this. I should have done something sooner."

"Do that, I charge you with assault," my father retorted.

"Self-defence, dipshit."

He glared at me, taking deep breaths. I didn't move my eyes from him. "Mum, get to your feet, go into your bedroom, grab a couple of things. We're leaving for the night."

"You leave tonight, you don't come back, bitch."

Before he could move out of the away, I grabbed him around the throat and forced him back towards the wall. "You call her anything like that again and I will hurt you in more ways than you can imagine," I warned, tightening my grip.

I then felt a hand on my shoulder. "Mark, it's okay. I'll get my things and we'll just go," Mum said quietly, "Just don't do anything stupid."

I loosened my grip only slightly and nodded. "Grab your things, then grab my keys and get in the car. Beep the horn once you're in. I'll come down then."

I felt the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I continued to hold the pathetic excuse for a man in front of me by the throat. The hatred he had in his eyes in return spoke volumes. I just smirked. "I know you've always despised me for whatever reason. Trust me, those feelings are now returned ten-fold. You're fucking pathetic."

Then he spat in my face. I clocked him so hard across the jaw with my other hand, he went down immediately. "Shit," I muttered, immediately checking he wasn't dead. I'd read enough to know a single punch can leave people in a bad way. He was still breathing and appeared to be coming around immediately. Worried about leaving a scene, I walked into the kitchen, filled a glass of water and returned, throwing it in his face. I breathed a sigh of relief that he woke up.

"That's assault," he groaned.

I was ready to kick him, though I had been told to never kick a man when he was down. It was very tempting. Thankfully, Mum stopped me from doing anything stupid as I heard the horn beep. I crouched down over him. "We will be back tomorrow and, trust me, we won't be around much longer. You ever, ever, touch her again, I promise you, it won't end prettily."

"Fuck you," he croaked.

I turned and walked out the door, getting in the car, put it into gear and stamped on the accelerator. I drove for a couple of minutes before I slammed on the brakes. Mum looked at me, concern all over her face, as I opened the door and got out. Adrenaline was still flooding my veins. I'll admit I was even feeling a little hard at finally, finally, having done what I'd wanted to do for ages. I paced back and forth for a few moments, trying to calm myself down, before I was stopped by Mum. She grabbed my hands and squeezed them, before running her hands up my arms and over my shoulders, before she pulled me close.

Then she kissed me. And I don't mean a motherly kiss. It was brief but it still left me slightly shocked. "Thank you," she said once she met my eyes.

"What... What was that for?"

"For being there for me. For being more of a man than my husband."

"That's it, Mum, I've had enough of this. We're moving out. I'll start looking tomorrow." Even in the darkness, I could see her smile. "I have some savings. I'm sure we can get something." I took a deep breath and tried to calm down, taking another, then a third and fourth before I finally felt my heart beat calm. "I'm not a violent person. You know that, right? But he... he's just..."

"He brings out the worst in you."

I gently cupped her cheek. "But I'm nothing like him. And you know I would never hurt you."

She just hugged me tightly. "I know you wouldn't."

"We should find a place to stay."

I opened my phone and found an application that would suggest hotels in the area. I found one close by that wasn't too expensive, but wouldn't be a horrible, dirty place either. But, of course, there were no twin rooms available, only doubles. Mum didn't mind, suggesting that she slept in my bed often enough that it didn't bother her. I reserved it online and paid, though it was only going to be a half hour drive at most.

We checked in upon arrival and headed up by elevator to the room. It was your standard room. A double bed. Small tables beside the bed. A TV attached to the wall. A mirror and table against the same wall. A small bathroom with bathtub, attached shower, toilet and basin. Mum placed her small bag on the bed and looked at me.

"Where are your things?"

"I didn't get anything. It'll be fine. I'll just have a shower and... figure things out."

"Want to grab a drink in the bar downstairs first?"

Despite everything that had just happened, I couldn't help smile. "That sounds like a great idea actually."

I checked her face as we walked along and there was still a mark, though it was already fading. Mum raised a hand and gently rubbed it. "Does it look bad?"

"No," I stated, and kissed it without thinking, "Is that better?"

She turned towards me and kissed me gently on the lips instead. "No, that's better though."

I probably looked shocked, as she just smiled. I bought us drinks downstairs, beer for me, wine for her, finding a booth to sit in. Mum sat down first and she suggested I should sit next to her. Thinking nothing of it, I sat next to her and Mum shuffled across to me, grabbing my arm and wrapping it around her.

"Now I feel safe," she whispered.

"I'm sorry. I should have done something before."

"I never thought he'd actually do it. I always thought he was threats and what I hesitate to call bravado. Should have seen it coming though. He was right about one thing."

"He was?"

"I have changed recently." She looked up at me, her eyes shining in the low light. "Because of you."

"What have I done?"

I noticed her blush. "You make me feel like a woman. Desired. Wanted. Definitely more than just... you mother..."

"I do?" I sounded confused, but I guess I also knew exactly what she meant.

She giggled. She actually giggled. I hadn't heard her giggle in... I can't remember. Then she kissed me, and it wasn't a motherly kiss once again. Without thinking, I found myself responding, and soon her tongue was in my mouth and I answered that. My mind was ringing, telling me to stop. But I ignored that, listening to my body. I pulled her closer to me and ran my other hand up her side and was soon cupping her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze and she actually moaned in my mouth. Just that sound excited me so much I thought my cock was going to burst out of my jeans.

Then we broke apart as I think we both realised what we were doing. I know we probably by grinned like a pair of fools as we drank our drinks in silence for a few minutes. I'll be honest, I had no real idea what the hell I was doing. Mum's mind was probably all over the place and the last thing she probably needed was me giving mixed signals. Or any signals, for that matter. She's my mother, I shouldn't be... finding her desirable. Definitely shouldn't be making out with her.

And liking it.

Finishing our drinks, we headed back to our room. I took a shower first and wondered what I should do as I had no clean underwear. I waited until Mum disappeared into the bathroom. I figured if I got under the covers without any clothes on, she wouldn't notice. Or that was the hope.

She reappeared once her shower was done and what she was wearing made my cock incredibly hard. And made me think Why is she only wearing those? Mum said absolutely nothing as she turned off the main light, leaving only the two sidelights, and slipped under the covers next to me. She turned towards me when she did.

"Give your mother a hug," she said quietly.

It was a bad idea. It was a very bad idea, considering I had an enormous erection and I wanted nothing more than to jerk off at that very moment. I tried to give her an awkward hug, keeping my body away from her.

"That's not a hug," she stated.

She dragged me closer and I know she would have definitely felt my cock press into her. I felt her own skin touch mine considering she wore only a bra and panties, which only heightened my sexual attraction and made my cock harder than ever. Then she gasped.

"Mark, are you not wearing any underwear?" I shook my head. "So you're naked in bed with your mother?"

"Yeah."

"Why?"

"I don't have any spare clothes so thought..." I trailed off.

Then she surprised me by running a hand down my side and grabbing my cock. I almost came as soon as she gripped it. All she did was smile. "You desire me?" she whispered, leaning her face closer to mine.

I couldn't lie to her. Not to my mother. "Nowadays, more than anything. I know I shouldn't but..."

She gently started to jerk me off as our lips met again. This wasn't a good idea. Because all thoughts were now leading to wanting to fuck my mother. And that definitely wasn't a good idea. What was a worse idea was she introduced her tongue again, and I met her tongue with my own, and I could taste her wine, and I could smell the shampoo and soaps she'd used, and, if I didn't know any better, I could smell her... scent. Is my mother really turned on by me?

She kicked the blankets off and broke the kiss to look down my body. "You're so handsome," she said.

"Uh-huh..." I stated, unable to form any words for a few seconds.

"Do you like what I'm doing?" she wondered, her left hand continuing to stroke my cock.

"Should we be doing this?" I asked, immediately regretting the question.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked back, though didn't actually stop stroking me.

"If you keep doing it, I'm going to cum," I replied, looking down her body, which was a mistake, considering she was looking... damn fucking hot.

"Mark?" she asked quietly. I met her eyes and she smiled. "I want to take care of you like you take care of me. Let me do this for you."

I closed my eyes and nodded. We were crossing one hell of a boundary here. Sharing a kiss was one thing. But having her hand around my cock, jerking me off... I know I wanted her to continue. I know I wanted to do more than just have her hand around it. But I also knew she wasn't thinking clearly. Or was she? Who knows? She was the one who'd made the first move, after all.

"Mark?" I opened my eyes and she dazzled me with her smile, "Cum for me, baby," she added.

So I did. It was the best orgasm of my life so far, leaving streaks of white cum all over her stomach, plus some on the bed. She continued to stroke me until everything possible had leaked out of my cock, before she lifted her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Then she just smiled at me and kissed my cheek.

"Someone was horny."

I couldn't form any words in reply, stunned by what had just happened. My mum just gave me a handjob. My mother just gave me a fucking handjob... And it was the best thing EVER!

I did the only thing I could think of. I leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, looked her in the eyes and said, "I love you."

*****

Chapter 2.1

Thankfully, he'd pissed off to work by the time we arrived home the next morning. I'd already called into work and explained what happened. They were happy for me to take time off, and whatever time off I needed in the future. 'Get your mum somewhere safe' was all they told me. I would never be able to thank them enough for their assistance.

I had been expecting to walk into a destroyed house, or at least destroyed bedroom, that being mine, but nothing was disturbed, though it was clear the old man had hit the bottle, a two-thirds empty bottle of whiskey on the table in the living room evidence he'd hit the hard stuff.

"So what do we do?" Mum asked.

"I'll get online and start looking for a place of our own. Do you really want to stay here?"

"No."

"Good. So we find our own place. There's usually plenty of options available. It's more about location and price. While we're doing that, you're staying in my room."

Now that earned a smirk from my mother. "Really? And whatever would your father say?"

"I honestly don't give a flying fuck what he says. But, to not exacerbate the situation any further, I'll unroll my sleeping bag and leave suggestions that I'm sleeping in that while you take my bed. But do you really want to sleep in the marital bed one more night?"

"I want to sleep with you," she said quietly, stepping forward to hug me, "As I said, I feel safe when you hold me."

I leaned back and lifted her chin. "I don't want to sound like I'm giving orders. When we move out, we're a team. We reach agreements. If you don't like something, you let me know and we'll think of something else. I will never tell you what to do, give you orders or anything like that. You are your own woman, with your own mind and opinions. And there is nothing wrong expressing them, or expressing yourself. I will not be like him." I then grabbed her hands. "I will not be like him. You have my word. But I'm only thinking about what's best for both of us now."

Her eyes glistened and she reached up to kiss me on the cheek, unable to say anything in return.

"You know I'm quite the handyman, considering dipshit barely lifts a finger, so I'll put a deadlock on the door so my room can't be tampered with. I'm also thinking we spend as little time here as possible and avoid him at all costs. Does that sound reasonable?"

She nodded and continued to dazzle me with her smile. I knew what was happening to me and I knew there was nothing I could do to prevent it. I was only left wondering if she was thinking the same...

"Can you think of anything else we should do in the meantime?"

She nodded, leaned up and kissed me again, though this time on the lips. I wrapped my arms around her and our tongues soon met again. I should have felt awkward. This was my mother. But... She tasted of coffee this time after breakfast, and of the perfume she liked to wear. I moved my hand down and grabbed her arse, giving one of her cheeks a gentle squeeze. I felt her smile for a second and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Wandering hands," she whispered, "Not that I'm complaining." Then she broke the kiss and continued to smile. "You're the first one to do anything like this with me in..."

I cupped her cheek, caressing it with my thumb. "How could he not want you? The man must be blind."

"I'm wondering how my son can want me more than my husband? You look at me with such lust and love in your eyes. I see nothing in his."

I seriously thought about that for a few seconds before my hands dropped away from her. Then I slapped my forehead and started to laugh, seeing the concern on her face as to why. "Son of a bitch. Projection! That's what it is. That's what it's always been about."

"What do you mean?"

"He's always accusing you of an affair. Or wasting money. Or various other so-called 'crimes'. I bet that arsehole is having an affair. I bet you'll find the family savings greatly diminished too. Where's his laptop?"

"Bedroom."

I was good with my hands, and while I may not have been the smartest guy around, I knew computers. Like most youngsters, I grew up when computers were becoming ever more powerful and the internet was booming. Due to that, I learned things which certain authorities would probably not appreciate. I never committed any crimes, I'm not that bloody stupid, but I could certainly get into someone's laptop without too much hassle.

I was logged in within a matter of minutes and finding evidence was far too easy. First was the bank account. While there were savings, I checked transactions and the fool wasn't careful. I showed Mum and she just shook her head. I know she was upset, beginning to realise everything was a lie. I connected the laptop to my printer and started printing evidence. Then I looked for emails. Again, he was not careful. Some would even consider him brazen. I was left wondering what women saw in him.