Hello and welcome to my story, I hope you like it, this is my second story, and as always all comments are welcome, as long there are literate and make sense of course.
To warn you, I am from the UK, I speak in the Queen's English, although I use the word "Mom" not "Mum", I have used it since I was very young as "Mum" doesn't sound right. I am one of MANY UK based people that use "Mom" instead of "Mum", I have had comments on this before, so if you do not like this, do NOT continue to read this story, if you do, don't bother to comment on the matter, much appreciated.
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My name is John, I'm 25 years old, and I live at home with my 48 year old mom, Amelia. My Dad left when I was 11, he couldn't handle the prospect of being with just one woman for the rest of his life, so the chicken shit just upped and left.
The less said about him the better really.
I am 6ft 2" with a dark brown hair and a medium build. Amelia, my mom, is 5ft 10" with auburn hair, slim build and quite fit and healthy.
Living at home with my Mom is great, I have no bills to pay, and I can continue to run my own business from home with little or no overheads, except my rent to her. Plus of course I get to spend most of my time with a beautiful woman.
Mom works part time as an auxiliary nurse, which basically meant that she looks after the patients at the hospital and makes sure everyone is happy and comfortable. She's always happy herself when she's helping others, she was born for the job.
She never has got involved with another man, not that it bothers me whether she does or not, it just means I get more of her time. Don't get me wrong, she's had the interest there, it's just never been reciprocated.
So my story begins when I spent a weekend away on a business meeting to try and obtain some more stock for my record store. I knew that I had some things booked in my time the following week, but being a bit of an idiot, managed to leave my diary at home. I knew I had a driving lesson, I knew I had a DJ gig; I also knew I had a meeting with my Business Mentor, all within a few days of my return home.
I left on the Thursday, to return back home the following Tuesday. For some reason, I got ridiculously paranoid, and had the nagging thought that I had booked my driving lesson for that same Tuesday morning when I wouldn't be around, so I had to call home to get mom to check for me. I picked up my mobile from the sideboard of the apartment I was staying in, and punched in the number.
The call was picked up at the other end and the instantly recognisable voice of my mom called out.
"Hello?"
"Hey Mom, only me!" I answered.
"Oh hi John, how are we?!"
"Not too bad thanks, yourself?"
"Oh you know, plodding on!"
"Good good, erm... just a quick one, I'm heading back soon, train is in half an hour, but I've got myself all paranoid that I've booked my driving lesson for this morning, could you check my book for me and let me know when I've booked it in for and what time?"
"Oh right, oki doki, I'm right by the cupboard where it is now hang on..." at this point my mom started rustling around in the cupboard to grab the book out, then flipped the pages through to the last booked date, "ahh you're ok, it says Wednesday, has it got a time?"
Me thinking 'of course it does, I can't just book a day and wait for the instructor to turn up can I?!', I replied "Yea it should be written right next to it..."
"Ahh 8am it says here... that right?" she asked.
"Yea that'd be about right, cheers!" I replied.
That was pretty much all that I had time for, as I still needed to get ready and get to the station so I could get home. So we said our goodbyes and I packed up the rest of my stuff, and headed out to get the train.
I'll fast forward a bit through all the boring stuff, the travel back home on trains and buses was as normal as any other journey... seats and scenery is about it.
So 3 and half hours later I strode in through the front door, walked straight into the front room where I knew mom would be sat, with her laptop on her knees and the TV on. Sure enough, there she was, sat in the exact way she always is, playing games on the internet and pretty much ignoring the telly.
"Hey mum!"
"Hey John, how you doing? Good journey?"
"Ahh same as usual really, trees, fields and city centres mainly."
"Ha, I can imagine! D'you want somthin' to eat? Bet you're starved!"
"I am actually yea, sound!"
So mom gets up and goes to prepare a meal for me whilst I unpack my stuff. When I come downstairs again my dinner is waiting for me and mom says "bet you'll be getting an early night tonight with your early start tomorrow?!"
"Yea pretty much, gonna be knackered if I stay up!"
"Thought as much!" she replied, she seemed a little disappointed.
"I can stay up if you like, it won't matter too much I guess... probably won't get to sleep straight away anyway!"
"Naa you're ok, you go early, don't want to mess up your driving."
"If you're sure..."
"I'm sure."
So the rest of the day went as normal really, TV and laptop for mom, and business calls and website updates for me. I did take an early night that night, I didn't remember agreeing to an earlier lesson the next morning, I knew I'd be tired so I couldn't see why I'd done it, moment of madness I guess!
I set my alarm for 7:30am - I'm a guy, I don't need a lot of time to get ready in the mornings - I got up after hitting snooze once. As I was in the bathroom I heard mom getting up, thinking to myself it was a little weird, as she doesn't usually rise at that time. I flushed the toilet, and peered out the door, she'd just got to my bedroom door and said "oh you're up, ok then", and went back to bed. I guess she must have been calling me and I couldn't hear from the bathroom or something.
I got myself sorted and ready and waited downstairs, it got to about 7:55am and I realised I hadn't grabbed my driving book to take with me, so I grabbed it out of the cupboard and flipped it to the back page, and there I saw in the last entry "Wed - 12 noon"... I was livid, not only had I taken an early night for no reason, but I'd also got up when I didn't need to! I couldn't see where mom had thought "8am" was written down anywhere, so decided to run back upstairs and ask her what was going on.
I knocked on her bedroom door.
"Yes?"
I walked in, and walked over to the bed, "Erm, 8am?" I asked questioningly.
"Yes, what about it?" she asked.
"Well, can you show me in here where it says 8am then? I can't see it" I rallied back with a smile on my face. I couldn't help but smile at my mom, I never can stay mad at her, especially as she was laying there in her silk purple night dress looking a lot like perfection.
She grabbed the book and flipped to the first page, last entry at bottom, "there, wed - 8am!"
"That's the first page there mother!" I stated sarcastically.
"Huh?"
"That's the first page! Flip it again."... She flipped the page...
"Now read the last entry there..." she leaned closer to the page so that her nighty fell forward, I couldn't help but notice and look. She looked up at me and followed my gaze downward, smiled and said "Oh god, 12 noon! Sorry!"
"Ahh don't worry, at least I can get back into bed for a while eh?!"
"OH that'd be nice" she replied, smiling back at me and patting the sheets.
