I arrived home at 5 pm hungry and tired. Entering the front door I saw Dad trying to open the savings drawer in the kitchen and Mom attempting to block his access. As I moved to separate them, he pushed her and she fell on the ground.
I grabbed my father's neck, and forced him into the living room.
"Dad, what is it this time?"
"I need only $500. Last night I had a dream that if I bought lottery tickets for $500, I'd win the first prize of more than $400,000,000."
I said, "When are you going to learn your dreams are only dreams? They never materialized before and never will."
"This time it's different. I feel it in my bones!"
I was too exhausted to argue, "I'll give you $500, but this is the last time you get any money from Mom or me. In the divorce papers Mom agreed to give up on half your settlement money. You wasted everything you had gotten, and continued chasing Mom for more money. Enough is enough. Do whatever you want with your social security benefits, and stop bothering us, otherwise, I'll call the police to enforce the restraining order on you being within 100 yards of this house. Are we clear?"
"Is this the way a son should talk to his father?"
"Dad, stop the BS. We went through this before. You drink and gamble and expect us to bail you out. It is the last time. You are only 56 years old. Find a job as a guard or part time Walmart employee."
He whined, "I can't. My leg is still hurting."
"I've heard the same excuse for years. The doctor said your leg is OK. Leave now and don't return unless you call first and Mom or I agree to let you in. And please, don't ever try to use your spare key to enter the house, because if you do, I'll beat you before calling the police. Understood?"
I gave him the money, closed the door behind him and gazed at Mom. She stood in the corner shaking with tears in her eyes. I approached and hugged her, "Mom it's OK. I am here now. Everything will be all right."
Her body clutched to mine, and she cried loudly, "I can't take it anymore. When you were at work, your father came here 3 times before. He opened the door with HIS key and made me hand him each time $500-$1000. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want to upset you..."
"Why didn't you let me know about these incidents when he was here? Tomorrow, I will change the lock on the door."
"Grant, honey, dinner is ready. Give me a couple of minutes to calm down, and I'll serve it."
"No. You sit down, and I'll serve."
As usual, the meal was delicious: Sirloin with baked potatoes and pickled beets which I liked. When I was done I kissed her cheek, "Mom you are the best. If I have anything I don't like about you, it is that you keep wearing these old baggy clothes. You don't have to spend YOUR money on clothes. My job pays me well, and I can easily afford to buy you things that will improve both your looks and mood."
"Honey, I am mostly home by myself. Here I got used to my wardrobe and feel good in them."
"This is ridiculous. After the divorce you gained little weight, and you are trying to hide it. It is time to get out of your post divorce depression. I am going to register you at the health club across the street, and the next weekend we'll go shopping for you."
She mumbled, "Honey I love you, and you don't need to do it."
"Lady, I am not listening to you. You are not even 50 yet. It's time to start over, and the sooner the better."
She chuckled, "Yes boss."
...
Mom and Dad got married 31 years ago. As a child I remembered cheerful parents. In fact my early childhood was very happy.
One day when I was in high school, Mom called me crying, "Grant, I am in the hospital with Dad. I'll be home later."
"What happened?"
"At work a box fell on Dad's head. He is being checked for concussion and internal bleeding."
She returned 3 hours later without Dad. They kept him in the hospital for 24 hours. The doctor found no evidence of damage, and he was discharged the next day. However after that episode, Dad's behavior started to change. He became more forgetful, his work suffered and 2 months later, he got fired with significant compensation that amounted to slightly over $1,000,000. The money was good, and my father looked for other job opportunities.
Every time something reasonable popped up Dad rejected it, and unbeknownst to Mom and me, he began drinking. One day Mom found 5 empty bottles of hard liquor in the waste basket. She confronted him. He apologized and promised to stop. He didn't, and started gambling too. He gambled on horse races, bought large amounts of lottery tickets and frequented the local casino.
Soon after his behavior toward Mom and me changed as well. He became short tempered, angry and disrespectful especially to Mom. She tried her best to handle his raging bursts but without much success. She suggested seeing a marriage counselor or a psychologist but he ignored her pleas. After suffering and tolerating his bad conduct for 2 years, she asked for him for a divorce. He smirked, "If you think you'll get half the money I got from work, you are badly mistaken!"
She glanced at him with tears and whispered, "Morris, I loved you like nobody else. Your brain suffered some injury that was not detected in the hospital. It wasn't your fault. However, you've changed for the worse, and I attempted to help. You refused and I do not see my future with you. As you know I work part-time as a secretary. I saved a little money. Take all YOUR money and leave."
Initially, Dad mocked Mom about her idea to divorce him, and especially for not insisting on taking at least $200,000. Then he disappeared from the house for 6 months. One day, he returned, begging for $500. He said he lost all his money on a failed business venture. We were skeptical, suspecting it all went on booze and gambling, but we still helped him twice. When he showed up the third time, Mom asked for a restraining order and got it.
Obviously, Dad ignored it, and visited the house 3 times when I was away until this fateful encounter.
...
Saturday morning Mom and I drove to Macy's. The store was Mom's choice. When inside, I told her each one of us would pick 3 sets of clothing and meet in 20 minutes near the elevator. I didn't know her size but my intention was to choose some things that would look good on her. If the size didn't fit, I'd go and replace the clothes later with the right size.
I selected long dress, short tight dress, short-sleeved blouse, and a midi-style skirt, all with bright colors, except for the short dress which was black.
Mom returned 10 minutes later and displayed on a table her choices: Long gray pants with a long sleeve white blouse, long beige dress, and a pajama...
I smiled "You are definitely not taking the stuff you selected! Everything is blah. I want you to measure the clothes I brought."
She inspected my selections and complained, "Honey, I am not a teenager. Everything here has vibrant colors and is not suitable for a 50 year old."
"You are still young, and your figure will look much better with these. Try them on."
She stopped arguing and went to the booth to try the blouse and skirt. I stood by the curtain. Five minutes later, she said, "The skirt is the right size. The blouse is slightly small. Bring me please a one size bigger."
I handed her the larger blouse and waited. After 15 minutes she came out blushing, "Honey, it's too much. My chest is big, and the blouse emphasizes it..."
"Mom, why hide a large bosom? It looks nice and... sexy. And with the skirt you look amazing!"
She watched my face for a moment but said nothing. She entered the dressing room and shortly after exited wearing the long burgundy dress. She smiled, "It fits well but I'd rather have a less eye catching color." We went together, and a similar blue dress was available. One down. Next Mom stared at the short black dress and smirked, "If I wear this on the street, men will approach me thinking I am an old prostitute..."
"Do me a favor and try it on."
She sighed, and entered the fitting room. She called me to get inside several minutes later. I entered and watched her with awe. Mom looked voluptuous and gorgeous. I've never known her figure was that attractive. The tight dress highlighted her narrow waist, the nicely expanding hips, the shapely legs, and the most impressive feature: huge rack. The cleavage was generous, and Mom's creamy tits pushed the material forward nicely.
My brain was hypnotized, as my dick began hardening in my pants creating a tent in my pants. Mom noticed it and blushed.
I chortled, "Mom, if anybody was supposed to blush, it was me. You look breathtaking in this dress. We take this one."
