It had been about 3 weeks since my father died. I had been staying with my mother to keep her company since she now lived alone. She was taking his passing especially hard.
My parents had kept my old room as it was when I moved out, so I was feeling right at home. Unfortunately, I was expected back at work soon and my mom wasn't doing any better. I was trying to decide if I could afford to take more time off or not.
On my last night at home, I decided to make my mother a nice dinner. Something dad would have done with candles on the table and expensive wine.
She seemed to enjoy it and her mood was better.
"This is just the sort of thing your dad would have done," she said.
I took a sip of my wine, "I figured you needed a nice night to cheer you up."
She smiled and stared at me, "You look so much like your father, you know that?"
"You've always said that."
She looked over the table, "We should do this more often. Tomorrow I can order some steak and lobster to be picked up from the store and..."
"Mom," I cut her off, "You know I have to leave tomorrow, right? I need to get back to work."
She looked down at her lap disappointed, "I know. I just wish you were staying a little bit longer."
"I wish I could mom."
We finished the meal in silence. So much for cheering her up. She seemed to be getting really attached to me right now.
After dinner I cleaned up and said goodnight. I showered and thought about other ideas to make her feel better. Maybe I could make her a nice breakfast.
I started feeling like I was being watched. I could have sworn I saw something move by the mirror. I poked my head out of the shower to see if the door had opened. It was closed. Must have been one of those weird trick of the eye things in the mirror.
I finished my shower and dried off. Leaving the bathroom, I saw my mom at the end of the hall going into her room.
Her eyes dropped to the towel around my waist and then came back up to me, "Goodnight sweetheart."
"Night."
She turned and went into her room. I wish there was something I could do to make her happy. I would do anything.
I went into my room, threw on some PJ bottoms, and jumped into bed. It never took me long to fall asleep.
About midnight I sensed the door open, but didn't think much of it. Being a heavy sleeper kind of makes you less observant that normal.
Something sat down on the bed and I felt a hand moving up my thigh.
I opened my eyes and realized it was my mother.
"Mom?"
She smiled, "I'm sorry to wake you sweetie."
"What's wrong?"
She looked down at the sheets continuing to rub my thigh, "I was wondering if you wouldn't mind?"
I sat up, "Wouldn't mind what mom?"
"I'm just having trouble sleeping in an empty bed. Do you mind joining me tonight?"
I sighed, "No, that's fine."
I motioned for her to move so that I could get up. I was a bit annoyed that she woke me up for this, but what am I going to do? My mom needed me.
She led the way down the hallway. I stopped panicked when I realized I had morning wood.
She turned around, "What's wrong."
"I have to use the bathroom really quick," I said as I stepped into the restroom and closed the door behind me.
She seemed to have noticed and watched my bulge as I stepped behind the doorway. How embarrassing.
After a quick piss, I found her in bed waiting for me.
I laid down in the bed and noticed that there wasn't much room. My parents had a queen instead if a king bed. My mother wasn't a big woman, but she had filled out since she had kids, so she didn't exactly give me a lot of room.
"Goodnight," I said as I tried to go back to sleep.
Then I felt her roll over and put her arm on my chest. A moment later, her hand was playing with my chest hair.
"Thank you, sweetie," She whispered.
"Ya," I said as I tried to shut my mind off again.
Then her hand moved down to my waist and bumped my bulge. Apparently, I was still stiff after the bathroom.
"Are you hard?"
I sighed annoyed, "It's just morning wood."
"But you already went pee," she said as she wiggled closer.
"That happens sometimes. Not sure why."
"But..."
I cut her off, "Mom, I have a long drive tomorrow. I really need to get some sleep."
She laid down on my chest, "I'm sorry baby."
Baby? Why is she calling me baby? That's what she called my dad.