Early Beginning
It was an early Tuesday evening, and a fine one at that, when my twenty-two year old son came home from a shift of work.
A gust of chill November air blew through the door as he stepped inside, and half turned to close the door behind him. Kero, the family dog, was the first to greet him, a plush animal in his muzzle, muffling his happy greeting growls. I could tell by the set of Matthew's face that he had had a hard day, but Kero always brings a smile to my beautiful son's face. He knelt down and ruffed Kero's fur and rubbed his ears the way the dog loves, making low growling noises in the back of his throat in return to the Kero's. Kero trotted back over to where I lay on the couch, TV momentarily forgotten, and plopped down on the floor next to me.
Kero's a momma's boy, just like my sweet son. Twenty-two years old and still so loving towards others. Amazing, considering the hell his father has put him through.
His father and I divorced when he was a baby, but his father won custody over him through trickery and lies. Years went by, and my son finally came around once he learned the truth. He's been with living with me for a couple years, and the changes he's made are amazing. He's grown in so many ways, but will always be my little boy. Even the uniform of a State Park Ranger with a gun on his hip can't change that for me.
"Hard night, sweetie? Come and sit a bit, you look like you need to get off those feet for a bit." I said.
"Sounds like a darn good ideer ma, let me grab a beer first, and get rid of this iron." He said in a Texas drawl, gesturing at his hip, a hint of a devilish grin touching the corner of his mouth as he turned down the hallway, towards his bedroom.
"Want a beer, Sheriff?" I called out to him. Knowing the answer before the question was even out of my lips, already getting up and going to the kitchen to get one for him. The look on his face as he had opened the house door was all the answer I needed.
I was back on the couch waiting for him with a beer in my hand when he came back out, his weapon and day stuff put away. His shirt was un-tucked and unbuttoned, but otherwise was still in uniform.
He stood in front of the sofa for a moment and stretched his back, which popped in a short quick succession before sitting next to me, taking the offered beer.
"Thanks mom, I was looking forward to a drink the entire ride home. Hell, half the day, for that matter."
"Bad day, huh? What's up, hon?" I asked, hiding my concern as I flicked off the TV and tossed the remote aside before turning to face him.
"Nothin' much, just had to deal with a drunk beating on his wife. Fucking prick, I wanted to break his jaw, and damn near had to before the cops could get there to haul his ass away." His sigh told me the rest, that it was a bad one. He loves his career as a park ranger, but I still felt bad that he has to deal with such slime.
"Is she going to be okay?" I asked, moving a bit closer, and resting my hand on his leg, giving a gentle squeeze.
"Yeah, she'll be fine. Bumps and bruises, nothing broken, but the physical injury isn't what concerns me. Every blow just lowers her self-worth lower and lower. I wish I could offer her more help. At least she didn't have any kids to witness that, thank god."
Switching his beer from his right hand to his left, his now free hand resting on mine, taking a long draft of his Corona.
"Dinner will be ready soon," I mentioned, turning the conversation to a lighter direction. "Build up an appetite protecting the forest and the beavers?"
A wicked grin flashed across his face as he took a sip, and then lightly commented, "I'm not permitted to interact with beavers while on duty, ma, but yeah the forest is safe enough, and I could eat."
"Matthew!!" I cried out, and smacked his leg as he laughed heartily. I couldn't help but join him in his laughter.
Matt and I have a very close relationship. We're as much best friends as we are mother and son, and we're comfortable talking about most anything. We're closer than most families, I think, and I wouldn't change it for the world. I love that he feels so comfortable around me. He talks to me about everything; his work, girlfriends, and dreams are frequent topics, and him walking around home in nothing but his underwear is a common sight. I briefly wondered if I'd get to see him that way tonight, then quickly brushed the thought aside, putting it down to nothing more than pride at creating such a gorgeous body.
"Why don't you go take a shower? Dinner should be ready by the time you get out, and we can eat together." I suggested. "It might do some good, help loosen up those muscles, relax you a bit."
"Sounds like a plan. Care to join me?" grinning that devilish grin of his again, making me laugh.
"You nut!" laughing as I turned to go into the kitchen to set the small table, wondering why the offer sent a shiver down my spine. I quickly forgot about it as I went about setting the table. As I was placing the two dishes on the table, I heard his bedroom door open and looked up in time to catch the sight of him in his underwear walking toward the bathroom.
My eyes took in his form like they always do. A quick sweep of his body, taking in the tanned, firm flesh, the curve of his hips and tight buns flexing as he walked, down his legs and back up again.
Motherly pride.
I told myself once the bathroom door was shut and the vision slowly faded from my minds inner eye.
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Fifteen minutes later, I heard the shower turn off, and dished up dinner for the both of us. As I was setting his plate down at his setting, he emerged clad in only his underwear, and headed right to me. My eyes caught at his crotch, the outline of his package clear to the eye in his tight fitting briefs. The look was more out of reflex than desire, and I was embarrassed to feel my cheeks flushing.
"You ok mom?" my son asked, pulling his chair out and sitting down across from me.
"Yep, fine-o. Have a good shower, hon? You look better. Smell better, too." Giving him an evil look of my own.
"Oh gee, thanks ma! Nice to know you approve my present body odor." He shot back, and reached under the table and pinched my leg, bringing a yelp and a smile from me.
We ate in comfortable silence, and afterward he helped with the dishes.
