I am in love with my mom

“Well, obviously, it helped me to sleep, and according to Nurse Awful, I managed to make it through the night without the need for any more pain medication. So…I owe that to you,” I informed her. “Since I obviously can’t very well do that myself at the moment,” I added with my leaded weight arms still practically pinned to each side of me there on the bed. It was a monumental effort to even shift them a little, trying to find a way to make myself a bit more comfortable as I lay there.

“But…”

“No buts,” I said, heading her off. “Don’t even go there mom,” I said simply. “I can’t do it, and I sure as hell don’t think Miss Crotchety would be willing to, not to mention the fact I’d actually prefer it if she didn’t. You on the other hand…”

I saw her face brighten in surprise, the fear of what I might have thought, or been thinking, well off the mark as she stood there looking down at me.

“And besides, it’s like being a junkie, if I can’t do it to myself…who the hell else is going to? Unless it’s someone I trust and care about…and love,” I then added letting her know in that instant, that what she had done for me, I had found to be the most loving and caring of acts I had ever known.

“So you’re not…”

“I’m not anything…except pleased,” I said grinning, interrupting her once again, taking away her nervous embarrassment, and guilt in one fell swoop. “And mom?”

“Yes Mike?”

“Before you go home tonight? Will you do it for me again?”

This time she looked at me and smiled, pausing only for a moment as she thought about it, “Yes honey…I will.”

**

We watched some TV together, chatted about normal things, as well as friends and well-wishers who had spoken to her. She’d even told me that Stella, and the twins had planned on coming to see me tomorrow, now that I was considered to be out of critical condition, and could have visitors. Night fell, the pain meds once again wearing off, though it was still a couple of hours yet before I could have any more. It was uncomfortable, and she could see it, my mind no longer on the TV program we’d been watching together.

I’d even left most of my dinner untouched for the most part, which they had just taken away, as well as giving the news that it would be a while yet before my nurse would be in to check on me, and give me some much needed relief. That however was no longer the relief I was hoping for.

Once again mom pulled her chair up closer to my bed, simultaneously pulling the privacy curtain around just enough to shield anyone who might walk in on seeing us, and what she obviously would soon be doing to me. I wasn’t nearly full hard yet, no tent poking up through the sheets, and surprised myself when a very wicked thought came to me, one that I was surprised I actually considered asking, and then did.

“Mom?”

“Yes honey?” she asked, not quite having slipped her hand beneath the sheet yet.

“It would help…a lot, if….”

“If what?”

“If maybe…you did something else for me too,” I then told her.

“Like what?” she asked curiously.

“Well, it’s not like I have any Playboy’s handy,” I said, causing her to laugh, “You know…to sort of jump start things a little,” I said.

“So you mean you need more than just the touch of my hand to give you a jump start?” she joked back, though obviously nervous, her mind already processing the hint of what I was asking her.

“Well yeah, sort of,” I finished. “But it would help, if maybe you were to…ah,”

Now mom surprised me. Though the privacy curtain was pulled, she looked behind her anyway, assuring herself that no one else could see anything from where she sat.

“You tell me if you hear or see anyone,” she then said. I merely nodded my head in excitement. One of the reasons I’d even suggested it as being a possibility was the fact she’d worn an easy to lift up tee shirt, no buttons getting in the way. I knew too from previous experience with another girl friend who’d done this for me before, she could likewise include removing her bra along with the shirt, and effectively

“flash” me, just as Carol, my ex-girlfriend had frequently done for me. With mom’s face showing a bit of color, she reached down, her hands easily bringing up both the hem of her blouse, along with the cups of her bra, exposing her exquisitely molded breasts.