My mother was a prude and as tyrannical as it gets. Her view of the world was Old Testament with a vengeful God punishing any offense with extreme severity. We, my younger sister, and I could not watch any movies or TV programs unless her denomination approved. Father was almost as bad as my mother was, but he was more open about the things of life.
All of our lives changed radically when my father was killed in an automobile accident. My mother dearly loved my father consequently her grief was beyond any assuage offered by anybody. For weeks after the funeral, she mopped around until her sister, Aunt Margaret, took hold of her and literally dragged her out of the house to a luncheon meeting with us kids.
"Enough of this nonsense Jennifer," Auntie Maggie said, "Tom is not coming back. You are ignoring the two beautiful children God gave Tom and you. You're carrying on like this is harming them. Is that what you want, sister?"
"O course not!" Mom angrily retorted, "I love my babies."
"Then become their mothers again. Relieve Eddie (my sister Edith's nickname) of doing all the household work, plus laundry not to mention meals, that's way too much responsibility for a sixteen-year-old girl to assume. Your son is doing his best to fill in for his father, but he's only an eighteen-year-old boy, not a mature man. They need you, woman."
Mom was shaking, because of what I do not know, but she was visibly shaking as Eddie and I looked dumbfounded at our Aunt continued to read our mother the riot act.
"You exasperate me, Margret."
"Exasperate!"
The two traded barbs for a while until Aunt Margaret started to cry, "I am only doing this because I love you Jenny and I love my niece and nephew."
"I know you do Maggie," then mother started crying.
That sisterly exchange catapulted my mother across the chasm of grief and despair. That along with hugs and kisses in some very tender moments with her.
A month later Aunt Liz, short for Elizabeth, got mom a job at the Law Firm where she was a partner. Mom was her sister's legal assistant until mother became certified as a legal assistant and mother completed her law degree.
The relationship between me and my mother changed radically one evening when I was coming out of the bathroom with a towel around my waist. The edge of the towel caught on something pulling it off me then, as fate would have it, stood before my mother stark naked. I tried to cover myself but my mother pulled my hands away.
"The last time I saw that," she was pointing to my penis and balls, "was when you were five sick with the flu. It has gotten bigger since then."
She took my cock into her hand and she supped my balls. I jerked away from her.
"Thomas, stop that. I am only looking and comparing your endowment to your father's."
She led me down the stairs to her bedroom. Then, pulling the chair of her vanity, to the side facing me ad sitting down, she renewed her investigation of my cock which was now half erect.
"Thomas, stop fidgeting, I am not going to bite you."
"Yes, mother, I know that it is just that when you do that, it sends electrical shocks through me."
"I know baby, I see that your penis is getting harder and harder. The last time I saw a man's erection was the night before Thomas James Webber, Sr. was killed. It's been eighteen months since I've held a stiff cock in my hands."
After that announcement, I felt compassionate toward her. If she needed to play with my hard cock, then, so be it. Plue after the initial shock, her hand felt very good petting my stiff member. I could feel my heart beating faster and my mouth getting dryer. "O, damn mom, that feels good."
"It will feel even better in a little bit. Your father always enjoyed my performing this on him, and I know you will as well."
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