Hi,
I'm Carrie, I'm 43 and I live with my daughter Rebecca and that's not the way it's supposed to be, is it? Mother living with daughter. It gets worse; she came and got me.
To explain: I lost everything two years previously having driven her out a year or so before that, well one year three months and nineteen days to be exact and not a day went by that I didn't regret my actions that day to the pit of my stomach. As far as I was aware she hated me and I couldn't blame her because I did too. I lived in shame trying to eke out an existence with the few part time jobs I could get to pay the rent in the boarding house with the rats and cockroaches to keep me company.
The one thing I could get comfort from was that my beloved Becky didn't know how I was getting on so I couldn't shame her. I had no idea that she knew exactly where I was but like me she was too apprehensive of my reaction to approach me but then the Boarding house Manager took things into his hands and rang the number (hers) listed for my next of kin and told her how I was faring, the downhill spiral as he put it and this time my daughter did come, eyes blazing, ready for the Match of the Century to drag me away.
Well there was no fight waiting for her just her mom who had had all the stuffing knocked out of her. She looked at me, winked and held her arms out, I burst into tears.
She asked me to come and stay with her "for ever" she said, which was really nice, not " until you can find somewhere" or "at least for the moment" which have that "the clock is ticking" feel to them. Well they do to me anyway.
They wouldn't release my belongings because of the outstanding back rent which was fair enough so Rebecca took me with just what I had on.
She said she was sorry and I said I was sorry and we cried. Cried for all the hurt and the lost years and cried for how happy we were to see each other and to be in each other's arms. Rebecca steered me to her car, a nice BMW, and helped me with the seat adjustment and the belt. She didn't need to, she just wanted to fuss over me, and I had been so down I loved having someone but her more than anyone really, fuss about over me.
She drove us to her apartment building and I knew she had so many questions but she had seen the condition I was in and she hadn't asked any.
She just said "Gee it's great to see you again," and "this time, you'll see, it'll be so different" but for the most part she didn't say anything. She held my hand when she could- that felt nice- and smiled at me when she could take her eyes off the road for a few seconds. I just felt so happy that, you know what we women are like, I sat there with tears streaming down my face and I responded to her lovely smiles with pitiful tear stained attempts at smiles back.
She got me out and up to her apartment, which is lovely, and sat me at the table.
"Haven't had much to eat lately Doll?" She said as a sort of question though it was really more of a motherly observation. And "Doll" not "Mom?"
"Um, no, not really, no," I replied stumbling over my words as I lied about what I had had to eat, a few things out of rubbish bins was about it.
"My God you are a mess, aren't you?" she said to me with real concern in her voice
She stood back and went over my hair and face and, well, everything," and you have nothing to wear."
She said the last part in a put on posh voice and she got me to laugh, just a little but it was my first laugh in God knows how long. She gave me a big hug and went into the kitchen and got lunch ready.
Chicken soup, my mother's recipe no less, for starters, thick and creamy with lots of bits of chicken meat in it. It tasted wonderful and I smiled a grateful smile at her over my spoon.
The soup bowls were cleared away- by my daughter whom I had never seen pick up anything off her bedroom floor in all the years before- and the main course was brought out.
Macaroni cheese. It was delicious and once I wolfed my helping down she took my plate and came back with a second helping bigger than the first. And finally apple pie and whipped cream (real cream) for dessert.
And then a real proper coffee to finish.
"Better now?" she asked and though she asked it in a confident sounding voice I could see by the way she looked at me that she was really concerned about me.
"Oh yes," I replied," that just feels so much better."
I looked into her eyes but my eyes filled and I couldn't speak so I mouthed "thank you, love you" at her with the best smile I could manage and she got out of her chair and crouched beside me and gave me the biggest hug I have ever had in my life.
Her eyes were brimming too and we rocked back and forward until we could separate. I mean look at the other without bursting into tears again. Regained our composure, that's it, until we had regained our composure.
"OK, right," she said drying her eyes," next step for you is the bathroom. Wait here a moment and I'll get things ready."
With that she disappeared down her hallway and I heard the sound of water running. She came back in a few minutes.
"OK Doll- oh do you mind 'Doll' Mom? I don't want us to be like we were before, you know things have changed, I'm a woman and I want us to be as equals. Two women together."
"Oh God no, I don't mind, having a grown up lady call me Mom just makes me feel SO old anyway. Doll is fine, it's nicer than fine, I can't think of the word, it just is."
And I put my arm on her back to draw her into a kiss her and neither of us diverted our faces for a cheek to cheek kiss, we both went straight for the mouth, nose avoidance of course but mouth on mouth. We didn't French kiss but we both enjoyed our lips sucking against each other and we had both closed our eyes.
She led me to the bathroom. She had run me a bubble bath and shampoo, conditioner body scrub, body lotion, just everything was there.
"Good afternoon Madam, I'm your Attendant Rebecca, I'll be looking after you for today's bath. Now if Madam would care to undress?" she said in a Swanky Hotel voice.
"Eow, if one must, then one supposes one must," I replied doing an awful hoity toity impression- she laughed, bless her.
"Honey, seriously, my clothes are rags and to be honest what I had had confiscated wasn't any better." And I gave her a "what do I do" look.
"I've got all that being sorted so don't worry about it. I'm taking care of you now, OK? Now hop in the bath Doll and let's get you clean and wash that hair," she said in reply.
She scrubbed my back- now that was nice - and washed my hair for me. She washed it three times before she declared it of "that will do" standard and then put in the conditioner. When she had done everything to me she could in the bath she helped me out and dried me off. She took the towel away and studied my body.
"Hmm, come into the bedroom Doll," she, well ordered I guess, but it was said much nicer than that, and she led the way with a large fluffy towel. I lay on the towel on the bed and she went back to the bathroom and came back with her shaving things and a bowl of hot water. She shaved every inch of my body: arms, legs, front, back, underarms, pussy, and bottom, everywhere.
We hadn't been, well I hadn't been comfortable with being seen undressed but now I was delighted to have her see me naked and touch any part of me. Delighted? No, thrilled is more like it. I felt really tingly when I saw her looking at me and I could feel my nipples hardening under her gaze.
"Am I turning you on Doll?" she asked with a smile as her fingers pulled on my nipples.
