I’m in my mid-twenties and live with my mother in a large house in a suburban neighborhood. Mom is in her early fifties and is a recent divorcee. We share the house and food expenses and live quite separate lives. I have been planning to move in with my fiancée for some time now but Mom is concerned that she cannot afford the house on her own. I suspect that she will be forced to sell the house if I move out. I have suggested that she consider moving into an apartment or condominium but she likes the house. The property is large, there is a moderate size swimming pool and the neighborhood is quiet and peaceful. Mom has even suggested that my fiancée move in with us at last for the time being. There is plenty of room for the three of us should we choose that option. My fiancée and I are thinking about it but have not decided yet.

Something happened recently that may affect whether or not the above solution would work. Mom recently had a “girl’s night out” (her term, not mine) and when she returned home, it was obvious that she had been drinking a lot. I had to run outside in my night clothes and pay the taxi driver. It seems that Mom and her girl friends had gone to a bar where there were male strippers. She seemed quite excited about it because some of the female patrons had “s***** contact” with the strippers. Anyways, Mom went to bed and when I checked on her, I found the light on in her bedroom and she was lying on the bed fully dressed. She asked me to help her undress. I felt a bit uncomfortable doing so but I obliged. I took off everything but her p****** and bra. For an early-fifties woman, Mom looked pretty good. So when she said that she sleeps naked, I further obliged her and removed everything. I got very, very aroused seeing her lying there on her back completely naked. But it is when she slowly spread her legs apart and sort of pulled them up, that I knew what she wanted. Mom wanted s**. It was a clear invitation to have i********** with her which I did. I came inside her very quickly and very hard. After it was over, I used whatever I could find to wipe up s**** before covering her with blankets and turning the lights out. In my own bedroom, I replayed the events in my mind over and over before falling asleep. What stood out in my mind was that Mom was the first woman that I have had s** with without using a condom. My fiancee demands that I use one every time. S** without a condom feels so much better.

A lot of time has gone by and Mom and I are living our separate lives again. The incident mentioned above has been largely forgotten, or at least not spoken about. I am still not sure if it would be appropriate for my fiancee and me to live with Mom. What does the reader think? I would be very interested in hearing your view(s).

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