Anything for Mum
This is a repost from when I was on here under a different username.
My real dad died suddenly when I was just ten years old. Mum explained a few years later that he had a heart problem that nobody knew about. The day it happened I don't think I had ever seen my Mum cry so much, she cried for a lot of days after as well. Things were hard for us both at first particularly as Mum had to return to work full time. My grandparents looked after me when I finished school until Mum collected me in the evening. We would go home, have dinner and talk before I went to bed.
Just before my thirteenth birthday Mum said some man had asked her out to dinner and she hoped I was okay with her going. I said it was okay as I understood she needed to go out, although I was a bit jealous as it had been just the two of us for several years.
The following day Mum told me all about her date with Richard and how much she liked him. I was pleased to see her happy and she explained that she would never forget my Dad. Richard seemed a nice guy and although he didn't try to replace my Dad we got along fairly well, that was until he married my Mum.
After that things changed rather quickly he suddenly took a strong dislike to me and was always moaning at Mum. I remember as a kid my Dad coming in from work and talking with us while Mum finished getting dinner ready, with Richard he wanted dinner ready as soon as he got home, if it wasn't he moaned all night blaming Mum for spending too much time with me.
I started to ignore him. Once dinner was done with and I had helped Mum do the dishes I went to my room and stayed there. That was another thing, I noticed that Richard never helped Mum out at all. Over the next few years I grew to hate Richard. I made up my mind to get even one day for treating my Mum so badly.
When I left school I started working as an electrician, working on building sites for a few years, I soon filled out and I stood at just under six feet tall. Eventually I started working for myself and was doing quite well.
I bought an old house that needed a load of work doing but after a few years in the building industry I knew enough to do some of the work myself and had mates do stuff I couldn't manage. I used to visit my Mum once a week, usually on a Saturday morning as Richard would be playing golf with his cronies. This particular week he was there when I arrived and gruffly asked what I wanted?
"I'm here to see my Mum, if that's okay with you?" I added sarcastically.
He just grumbled something and returned to reading his newspaper.
"What's up with him this morning?" I asked Mum.
"He's hurt his back and can't play golf." Mum replied.
"Oh shame." Was my sarcastic reply.
Mum smiled as much as to agree with me, but also looked a bit wary as if she didn't want to upset him. She asked me how things were with work and the house.
"Not too bad, work is really busy at the moment and the house is coming along fine. I might get it finished one day if I get some free time."
"How about other things, are you dating yet?" Mum asked.
"No nobody on the horizon Mum, to be honest I don't have the time right now."
"Don't leave it too long, you don't want to end up on your own forever." Mum replied.
I felt like saying maybe if she had waited a bit longer she might have met someone better than Richard, but I kept quiet.
Now would probably be a good time to describe me and Mum (Cathy), she was forty-three years old, she had a great figure and jet black hair and dark brown eyes that she got from my grandmother's side of the family. At a guess I would say her breasts were a 34d and she was a size ten (UK) in clothes. As for me (David) I seemed to get my genes from Dad's side of the family, I had brown hair and grey eyes, for my build I definitely followed my Dad.
Before I left I asked Mum if she would call round sometime, I wanted her opinion on some decorating and furnishing ideas, she said she would be happy to and promised to pop round next Saturday. I said my goodbyes and Mum hugged me as she usually did, Richard grunted something at me as I left the house. Not bothering to respond to him I got in my van and headed off home, or rather the building site I called home.
The following Saturday Mum called around as promised, actually she arrived a bit earlier than I thought she would. I had just got out of the shower when the doorbell rang so I threw on some old shorts and answered the door. Mum stood there for a few seconds looking at me kind of strange.
"Is everything okay Mum?" I asked with some concern.
"Yes, yes everything is fine David. Sorry I just couldn't get over how much you look like your Dad, you have grown up to be a fine young man just like he was."
"That's down to you Mum and the way you raised me."
"I guess so but you were always a good kid anyway. I never had to go to the school because you were in trouble or anything like that, and you knowing right from wrong."
"Tea or coffee?" I asked as I walked through to the kitchen.
"Tea please." Mum called back.
"So what did you want my opinion on?" Mum asked as I made the drinks.
"Colours and styles I guess." I replied carrying the cups through to the lounge.
I had finished all the building and repair work but I couldn't make my mind up over colours that would suit the place, I suppose I am the same as most men in that regard. Mum looked around and asked a few questions about what type of furniture I was thinking of. When I explained that she seemed to know straight away what colours I should paint the walls, and what type of curtains would be best.
"Mind if I look around?" Mum asked.
"Sure Mum, go ahead," I walked around with her as she looked at the work I had done and still had to do.
The smaller bedroom had become my office and the second bedroom was being used to store materials at the moment. I told Mum I would move all the junk once the garage was secure and a spare bed was planned for the room.
My bedroom or the master bedroom if you like was the only finished room in the house. Mum commented that I had done a great job of the house so far and she looked forward to seeing it when I got it finished.
"You'll be the first to see it." I assured her.
"Will it be before I am old and grey?" She asked jokingly.
"It will be, and you are a long way off being old and grey anyway." I replied.
"You keep your chat up lines for the young ladies David, I know I am getting on."
"Seriously Mum you look years younger than you are, no matter what time of day or whatever you wear."
"You should see an optician David, you might need glasses." Mum giggled.
"Yeah right. Okay if you think I am pulling your leg here's the proof, remember the other month when I saw you in town as I was chatting to someone outside the builder's supply store? You walked over and kissed me on the cheek, that guy thought you were my girlfriend. He nearly fell over when I said you were my Mum and I explained that you were not a teenage bride either."
