Mom comes to visit
I could always tell when mom and dad had a really bad fight. Mom would come out to visit me for about a month. It was her way of punishing dad and of getting away to think about whether she really wanted to stay married to the jerk. Yes, dad was a jerk! He had a lovely woman who dotted on him, and he still acted like a jerk. He all but ignored her, so totally absorbed in his work and getting ahead.
Mom had arrived about one and I was there to meet her at the airport. This time however, she had much more baggage than usual. I looked at her as I took her bags off the carousal. "Staying longer than usual mom? That must have been some fight."
Mom cut her eyes at me and looked around to see who had heard me. No one was paying any attention to us and I had not said my words in a loud voice. We gathered up the bags and headed to my car.
My house isn't very large. Being single I don't have a need for too much space to clean up.
Mom was settling in her room, with me standing there helping her unpack her bags. I was in the midst of unpacking her makeup bag when she stopped me.
"I'll take care of that bag later James."
Too late! I had reached into the bag and was pulling things out to place on the dresser. My hands closed around something that was long and firm. When I pulled my hand out, I was holding a pink battery operated dildo. I could tell that it was one of the more expensive ones. Mom grabbed it from me and shoved it back in the bag.
"Mom! I never knew that you even owned one of these things."
Mom looked at me with a very embarrassed look on her face. Then shoving the bag on the table she looked down at the rug. "When a man doesn't seem interested in the woman he married, she has two options. Go out and find someone else or take care of her needs in her own way. I don't want to take a chance on catching some kind of disease, even if your father thinks it's ok to take that risk."
I looked at mom. "Dad's cheating on you? Did you catch him? Are you two getting a divorce?" My mind was swimming at all the things that could have happened. Was mom here because she had caught dad? Had she caught dad fucking around with someone? I always suspected that he was doing it, but had never had any concrete proof. And not wanting to hurt mom for anything, I always tried to act like nothing was ever going on.
Mom sat down on the bed and began to cry. "Oh James! I always had my suspicions, but I never actually caught him. But I was doing the laundry, and found a pair of soiled sheer panties in his pocket. They were much too small to be mine. When I confronted him about it, he waved me off, telling me that he had found them in his private bathroom, that some female worker must have left them there. I knew he was a lying fuck!"
I sat next to mom and held her tight allowing her to cry. Then I got up and told her that she needed to take a nice hot bath after her long flight and relax. That I would be cooking dinner and she would not have to do anything.
An hour later, and after taking my own shower, mom was sitting down at my table picking over her food. I could tell that she was still very hurt and that right at that moment, dinner was about
the last thing on her mind. I hated seeing her so upset. My dislike for my dad seemed to solidify into a real hatred.
After awhile, I cleaned up the dishes. Mom had barely touched her food. We went into the living room and I made mom one of her favorite drinks, a "Long Island Ice Tea". I figured that she needed something really strong to help her sleep.
What I didn't count on, was that with so little in her stomach, the alcohol would hit her so hard.
Mom had finished her first drink and had asked for another. She took a sip from her glass and smiled at me. "Nobody makes this drink the way that you do James. I could sit and drink them for hours if you made them."
I laughed. "Mom, after about two of those things, I will have to carry you off to bed."
Mom looked at me and laughed. "Ha! It's been a lifetime since a man has carried me off to bed. Your father used to do that when we were first married. He would carry me to bed and make love to me all night long. Now, he doesn't even look at me when I get undressed in front of him. I guess having some young skinny girl makes him look at me with disgust."
I could see that she was once again starting to get into her mood. I needed to stop her before she started crying all over again.
"Is that why you needed BOB"
Mom looked at me. From the way she tilted her head to the side, I could tell that the alcohol was taking affect. "Bob? Who the hell is Bob?"
I laughed. "Not who mom, what! "BOB", stands for battery operated boyfriend. Your dildo, silly! Did you get it because dad was ignoring you?"
Mom looked at me without answering. Then she picked up her glass and took another sip.
"Maybe we shouldn't be having this conversation James. I mean, I am your mother and the troubles between your dad and I shouldn't be shared with you."
I looked at her, sipping from my own glass of wine. "What troubles you two have do concern me. I have known that dad was a jerk for years. Do you think that I don't see how much he hurts you by always putting you last? Do you think that I didn't see the loneliness in your eyes when he would tell you that he had to work late, or was going to be out of town for a while? I hated him for ignoring you the way he would."
Mom reached over and her hand caressed my cheek. "You have always been a very special son James. You would try so hard to make me feel good after your father had done something to hurt my feelings. It always made me love you more. Sometimes I would wish..." Mom took a deep breath and seemed to compose herself. "Never mind what I would wish. I'm just glad that I have you to turn to."
I got up from my chair and walked over to sit next to her. "What would you wish?"
Mom looked at me. She seemed to think for a minute then shook her head. "No. It's not important what I wished. It was just the thoughts of a lonely frustrated woman."
"No mom. It's been a long very time, since we have had a chance to really sit down and talk like this. We used to do it sometimes, when dad would leave you and go off to some meeting, or to some Conference that he always seemed to be running off to. I want to know what you would wish for."
Mom took another sip from her glass. "It's just silly wishful thinking James. It really didn't mean anything."
I set my glass down. Taking her hand in mine, I held on as she turned to me. "I was always there to be with you when you were feeling lonely or bad. You would sometimes just ramble on and I would listen. It always seemed to make you feel better that I was so attentive to you. Let me be that same person now mom. Tell me what you would wish for."
Mom looked deep into my eyes without saying a word. I could almost see her struggling with the desire to bare her soul or keep her thoughts to herself. She turned away, and took another sip from her glass.
"I've watched you grow up. I was so afraid that you would turn out to be just like your father, more interested in work than in anyone else. But you always made time for me. You would sometimes stay home just to be with me when he was out somewhere. You would make me play cards with you or make me take a walk with you.
You would hold my hand and make me feel special. Even as you grew older you would still make time for me. You always told me how pretty I looked and how you could see the jealousy in other men's faces as we walked by. It always made me feel that I wished I were married to you instead of your father. I knew that it was just a son saying things to make his mom feel good, but it was so good to hear them coming from another man. And you were a man James. In more ways than your dad was being. You are more man than he is."
Mom turned to look up at me. She had to look up. Mom was such a tiny thing. I used to kid her, when I grew much taller than she is, that I was delivered by fairies. That I was the son of a much bigger man since I was taller than both she and dad was.
Her words were making me feel so much closer to her. "I enjoyed spending time with you. I used to have these wild thoughts that you were my wife and we were a happy couple. I used to love cooking for you and having dinner ready when you would come in from visiting friends or shopping. It was like taking care of my wife. I guess that I looked for you in every woman that I ever went out with. And since I didn't find you I'm still single."
Mom smiled the biggest smile I had seen her do since arriving. "Is that why you had so many stains in your shorts and sheets? I used to marvel at how much a young man could put out. I have to admit something to you James. There were times when I was so lonely, that I would imagine that those stains were from thoughts of me you were having."
As she said it, she put her face nearly into her glass. She wouldn't look up at me. It was as if the very words that she was saying were embarrassing to her. Or maybe she was just afraid that I would say that they weren't for her at all.
I let my hand caress her cheek, feeling her press her face against my hand as I stroked her skin. I leaned in close so that I could whisper into her ear. "I'll tell you a secret mom. Something that I never told anyone! A lot of times those stains were from the thoughts that I had of you. You really were my wife in my fantasies. And when you were feeling bad, I would do all kinds of things to make you happy."
Mom didn't look shocked at my revelation. In fact, I could see a smile cross her face. She turned her face so that her lips were close to my ear. "I'll tell you a secret too. One that I never shared with a living soul before! I named my "BOB" James. He became my lover. A lover, who would put my feelings and pleasures before his own."
