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Mom Cleans House

Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male / Older Female, Mature, Teen Male / Female, Author: eroticbeing, Rating: 93, Source: sexstories.com

Working from home has its advantages. I don't have to commute back and worth from the office, and can clock in when I felt like it. Sounds ideal doesn't it? Well, without trying to sound like I'm gloating, it is. My name is Tom Cooper, actually Tom Jr, since I was named after my father Tom senior. I work as a program specialist for a major computer firm, which means that I take new programs and try to find any flaws or weakness in them before they go to market. The firm had set me up with a state of the art computer, and as long as I logged in each day for eight hours I was golden. Of course I had to show results in a timely manner, but it wasn't hard to meet their deadlines. Another plus about my job was the pay. It allowed me to afford the rent on the small two-bedroom bungalow one block from the beach I now lived in. For this twenty-two year old life was good. It was just about 2pm when the ringing of the phone interrupted my daydreaming, something I seemed to do a lot of when trying to sort out a program glitch. Looking at the caller ID, I saw that it was my parent's number. "Hello." "Hi, Tom." It was my Dad. "Got a minute to talk?" "Sure Dad, what's up," I inquired. "We had a little wind storm a couple days ago that blew down the big oak alongside the house." "Oh crap. Are you and mom okay?" "Yeah, we're fine, but that damn tree took out part of our bedroom and kitchen. Its got your Mom all riled up though," he answered. "What can I do," I asked. "I was hoping, if it's ... not too much trouble, if she could come and stay with you for a spell," he hesitantly asked, before adding, "Shouldn't take more than two weeks to repair." "Love to have her Dad, for as long as she wants to stay," I told him. We talked a few more minutes; my Dad isn't much of a conversationalist. When I asked if he wanted to come too, he said he was going to oversee the repairs on the house, plus being harvest time there was no way he could get away. Before we hung up he let me know that Mom would drive over sometime tomorrow. I found myself looking forward to seeing her. Being only a three-hour drive from their walnut farm in California's central valley, and knowing how early they got up in the mornings, I figured my mother, Doris, would get here around noon tomorrow. My Mom is kind of a clean freak so I took the time to tidy up. The house has two bedrooms that are separated by the only bathroom, an airy kitchen-dining room combination and a cozy living room made up the rest of the place. I had converted one of the bedrooms into my office complete with a comfortable sofa and mini fridge. Sometimes I have trouble sleeping so I would come into the office and work late into the night. Instead of going to the master bedroom I often times just crashed on the sofa when I got tired enough. I made sure to put fresh linen on the big bed in the room she would be using and a pillow and blanket in the office. Trying to get back to work proved difficult. My mind kept slipping back in time ...