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Sexy Mom Helps Son in Bad Marriage

The biggest mistake I ever made was not listening to my mother when I was twenty years old and marrying Belinda. I guess that's two mistakes. Belinda was so sexy but had clear ideas on how our marriage should work -- ideas that left me with no say in the matter. She insisted I work for her father, then saddled me with a mortgage and two car payments in my name, so I was indebted for life; Belinda controlled every aspect of our relationship once I was on her daddy's payroll.

What made her controlling behavior especially toxic was her volatile temper and her jealous, suspicious nature. She could go from zero to rage in a matter of seconds without any provocation. I guess I saw it all going in, but my cock blinded me from that reality. Regular sex with a beautiful woman can do that to a man, no matter how irrational she can be. It didn't take long after the I-dos to realize I was trapped. My mother saw it coming and tried to subtly coax me into taking a step back and seeing what I was getting into. If only I had listened to her.

Fortunately, Mom was always on my side, and we had developed a new closeness in our relationship my senior year in high school. It started one night when Mom had been out with her girlfriends. When she got home, she was flirty with me. It was weird seeing my own mother playing a tease, but she was attractive and had a beautiful body. I don't mind admitting that I would sneak a peek at her coming out of the shower or getting dressed when the opportunity arose. Mom and I sat on the sofa that night kissing, then without thinking, I started caressing her breasts. Instead of pulling back, Mom rubbed my stiffening cock through my pants, looking at me and smiling. That went on for a few minutes before Mom excused herself and went to bed. Alone.

It went no further that night, and Mom kept her distance the next day, yet offered me sexy smile when I saw her in the morning. It was her way of saying what happened the night before was okay, but it wasn't likely to be a regular thing. It did, however become an occasional thing, with her often frisky after a night out with her friends, or me coming home at night catching her watching porn. I never expected to make love with her, but I did allow myself to fantasize about my mother when I jerked off. On occasion, I would sneak a pair of her panties out of her drawer, spray some perfume on them, and hold them to my nose as I stroked my cock.

Belinda was usually curt with mom unless others were around. I saw it, but I didn't want to acknowledge it. I see now that Mom wanted to stop the wedding but she knew she couldn't. Instead, she prepared herself to help me when things inevitably went bad.

"I want you to be careful," Mom said. "I don't know if she's stable."

I saw it, but I didn't want to admit it. I was twenty. What did I know about life? My bride was sexy as hell and could be charming and seductive. For a few short months, that was enough.

With time, Belinda and I ...