Saving My Mom Ch. 02byJenna_In_Dreamland©
The mid-day sun glared down at me as I finished up the yard work. Dad had really let the entire place go to shit. The flowers were drooping, and mixed in with weeds. The lawn hadn't been cut in ages. What the hell did he do all day! Mom's car pulled into the drive just as I was finished loading the bags of weeds and cut grass into the trash can. I pulled a towel off of the porch rail and began to wipe the sweat off of my torso as I walked towards her.
"Hey Mom, how was work?" I yelled as she got out of the car. "Anything interesting happen today?"
Turning towards me and giving me a brilliant smile she yelled back "Thanks for the flowers honey, all of the girls at the office were jealous. They really brightened up my desk."
I smiled back at her, and walking closer answered "Great, I was hoping that you would like them. Now, just give me a chance to get cleaned up and we can go out for dinner. My treat."
"Oh, No, I couldn't!" My mother stuttered out. "I have depositions to go over, and I still haven't finished researching the Johanson case. I just can't, there's too much to do."
With a sigh of exasperation I grabbed my mother's briefcase out of her hand and carried it into the house. She followed, trying to grab it back, but I succeeded in locking it up in the hall closet. "You can have the key to that after dinner mom, you work too hard. Now, if we leave in an hour we will be able to get some shopping in before dinner."
With that jogged up the stairs, and put the key in my pants pocket before hurrying off to the shower. After a hurried scrub and shave, I wrapped myself in a towel and stuck my head into my mother's room to let her know that she could have the shower if she wanted it. What I saw astonished me. My mother was standing with her back to me rummaging through the closet. Her long silky locks gently brushed against the top of her thighs, hiding and then revealing her tight round ass. I could barely see the light blue g-string she was wearing, and it was driving me insane. I coughed to let her know I was there, and when she turned, startled, I managed to whisper "The shower is free" before bolting back to my room.
Once I got into my bedroom and shut the door, my mind began to race. I wanted her, but I had to have patience. If I moved too soon, I would ruin everything. Giving myself a good hard shake, I applied some gel to my hair, slipped into my suit, and with one last look in the mirror jogged downstairs to wait for my mother.
She came down the stairs just a few moments after I had sat down on the couch. Her hair was French braided down her back, and she was wearing a light blue slip dress and black strapped heels that laced up to her knees. "Gorgeous!" I exclaimed." I didn't know you owned any of that." Mom took a twirl at the foot of the stairs, and smiled. "I've had these in my closet for a while, but I never got the chance to wear them. You know your father, nice restaurants aren't on the agenda."
I gave her my arm as we walked to the car, and opened the door for her. There on the passenger seat were the roses I had bought for this occasion. Twelve long stemmed white roses, her favorite. She beamed up at me, and all I could say was. "For the most beautiful woman in the world."
Dinner was wonderful. As we talked Mom opened up to me, and we talked more like friends than like mother and son. She told me about how difficult dealing with my father was, and about how much she wished that she could just move on. I told her about my experiences with dating, and how I just couldn't seem to find anyone who I connected with. After a few glasses of wine, she consented to a spin around the floor. We danced to the music that she had listened to in her youth. And under the flashing lights, with the rhythmic beat of rock and roll in the background, we kissed. Softly at first, as if we were each afraid of what might happen. Then more passionately, holding each other close. As the song ended, our eyes met. I saw uncertainty, fear, and love.
I pulled her off of the dance floor, and escorted her back to the car. She was quiet on the drive home, and I didn't press her. When we got inside, she said goodnight and hurried up to her room without ever looking up from the floor. I shook my head, and walked slowly upstairs to get some rest.
I awake in the middle of the night with the feeling that someone or something was in my room. Turning over slightly, I saw my mother standing just inside of the door. She looked tired, and confused. So I switched on the light and motioned for her to sit down beside me. She still wouldn't look me in the eyes.
"Honey," she started "about what happened at dinner. I didn't mean, I didn't want... This is coming out all wrong. We can't, it isn't right. I'm your mother, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up. This just can't go any further."
I looked up at her, and took her hand. "I know, I'm sure that you feel awkward and confused. I'm confused too, but I know that I love you. And I know that I want you to be happy. I'm sorry if anything that I did upset you. That wasn't my intention."
She sighed, and finally looked at me. "I just don't know what I feel. Everything is coming unglued. And I'm afraid, afraid of making a wrong step... afraid of losing the last person I have in this world."
I pulled her down beside me and wrapped my arms around her. "You don't have to be afraid. I will always be here for you. I know what Dad put you through. I saw it. I would never do that to you. I love you, and I need you just as much as you need me."
She curled up closer to me and whispered "Can I sleep in here tonight... just sleep, nothing else?"
Turning out the light and pulling the blanked over her I whispered back. "Of course, just relax. Everything is going to work out. I'm here, and I won't leave you."
As she drifted off to sleep in my arms, I felt contentment wash over me. It really would come out all right. I wouldn't let it happen any other way.