Their mother was in tears

When Matt got home, his mother was in the living room, two bottles of wine, one empty, the other almost gone, lying next to her on the couch.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Matt asked.

"All you men are cock-sucking bastards."

Matt was pretty sure he wasn't a cock-sucker. On the other hand, nobody should know better than his mother if he was a bastard or not.

Karen elbowed him aside, pulled the two bottles away from their mother and put her arms around mom. "It's okay mom. What happened?"

"I didn't put out and I got fired."

"But... isn't that illegal?" Matt asked.

Both Karen and their mom laughed. "Right. Who you going to report it to, the Labor Department? It's run by people who think the whole purpose of the Labor Department is to let employers do whatever they want."

"It'll be okay," Karen said. "Matt and I can help out. I'm making a little money from mucking out horse stables and Matt is making some from tutoring and pool cleaning, right, Matt? We can help with the rent until you get another job. You're a good worker. You shouldn't have any trouble."

"Sure, mom," Matt said. He wasn't overjoyed about the idea of giving up the money he made, pretty much everything he'd made so far had gone into dates and the dance. Still, while he'd fought against moving here, he had made some friends and made some good progress on the girl front.

"I don't want to take your money. You need to save it for college."

Yeah, right. Like a couple of hundred dollars was going to make a huge difference in his college choices.

"I called your dad. He didn't even pick up," their mom continued.

Matt wavered between pointing out that their dad was a jerk and coming up with a supportive lie. He came down on the lie side. "He was probably in a meeting or something. You know how busy he's been."

"Yeah, busy. Busy getting his dick polished by a bunch of whores."

Matt didn't think they were whores. From what they'd said in the texts he'd scammed, they seemed like perfectly nice women who didn't have a clue the guy they had fallen for had a wife and kids at home and eight other girls on the side. Every single one seemed to think they were the center of his attention... or that they could be if they sent him sexy enough photos.

"Come on, mom," Karen said. "Let's get you to bed."

"Gotta get dinner for the family."

"We'll manage on our own," Karen said. "Come on, beddy-bye. Matt, grab an arm. She's not walking that far on her own."

One day he was helping a drunk Mrs. Adams, the next helping his drunk mother. Did anyone on the Hill have a happy marriage? Following Karen's lead, he grabbed one of his mother's arms and dragged her upright.

"Falling down," their mother chatted.

Oh, hell. He reached his arms around her {if fitness>20}and lightly picked her up, cradling her in his arms.{endif}

She moaned and ran her hands down his chest. "So strong."

"I'll get the bed ready." Karen scurried ahead of him to the one actual bedroom in their apartment.

By the time he'd lugged his mom into the room, Karen had pulled off the top sheet and comforter. He set his mother on her side of the bed and took a step back.

"Come on, pervert. We can't let her sleep in her work clothes and shoes. Let's get her undressed."

Well, he wasn't going to argue.

He grabbed her shoes while Karen unbuttoned her top. Then, while he was trying to decide whether to take off her pantyhose, Karen giggled. "I can't believe you're not looking, Matt. Check out these tits. Mom has a great set. Half the women on the Hill have had surgery to look so good."

Sure enough, his mom did have a nice set... especially nice since Karen was pushing them together to create extra cleavage.

"Hot, huh?"

"Sort of. I'm not turned on by doing drunk women."

"Nobody is doing mom. We're just looking. Now what are you waiting for? Get those pantyhose off."

Well, he couldn't not do it.

He {if ****=false}did his best not to look{else} pretended not to check out his mom's hairy pussy{endif} as he tugged down the silky pantyhose. Still, he could definitely understand why her boss had tried to persuade her to have sex, mom was hot for a woman her age. And she did have a great set of tits which, thankfully, Karen stopped playing with.

"Okay," Karen said as she pulled a sheet over their naked mom. "Let's get out of here."

{if ****=true}"I, uh, could use some relief."

"Yeah, me too. But I'm not in the mood all of a sudden." {endif}

"I hate seeing her drunk and depressed," Matt said.

"Tell me about it. How do you think dad is going to react when he learns mom lost her job?"