When I was in elementary school, my life was good. I was doing well in class and had many friends. Dad, Edward, was a manager at a Walmart store, and Mom, Gail, was a part time dental hygienist at a dentist's office, 2 blocks from our house, so we had a good source of income to live comfortable life and even save some.
Everything changed when I turned 16. Dad got sick and was diagnosed with diabetes, high blood pressure, and severe peripheral artery disease. While the first 2 diseases were manageable with medications, the vascular disease caused him a lot of grief: His ability to walk became limited. His doctor sent him to have imaging tests, and they found Leriche syndrome - An obstruction of the distal aorta that caused him severe pains during walking. He underwent surgery, which improved the way he moved, but according to a specialist, the years of diabetes and hypertension with the long time smoking damaged other arteries as well.
When I turned 17, Dad was partly disabled and worked less. I was in my senior year in high school and tried to help. Three afternoons a week, I worked as a lifeguard at the local YMCA swimming pool. I continued working part time there until the age of 18.5, when I started attending the state college.
The times of my classes were less organized than in high school, so rather than working on regular days, I covered for others whenever I had free time. I liked my job because I was sitting on a high chair, mostly doing nothing. It meant I had ample time to read school stuff before exams and enjoy programs on my cell phone.
The drawback was that frequently things were unpredictable. I became less organized and tended to forget stuff.
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One afternoon, I notified Mom I would be staying after my class to work in the pool. However, due to a misunderstanding in our schedule, my friend stayed as guard, and I was allowed to leave. I ran half a mile home. When I arrived, I realized I forgot the house keys in my locker.
Knowing Mom was napping, I climbed the outside back stairs to the second floor. In order to reach my room, I had to cross Mom's window. As I tiptoed across her window, I looked inside and saw her naked on the bed, with one hand cupping her breast and the other between her legs. Her eyes were shut, and the radio played loud music, so she had no idea I was there.
I stopped in my tracks and watched. The whole scene looked surreal: Until that day, Mom was only a mother to me. A good mother, but no more. And now I saw her naked body performing an act I never thought I'd see. I was confused, lightheaded, and... aroused.
After watching her for 5 minutes, squeezing her boob with one hand and her other moving a vibrator in and out of her cunt, I quietly entered my room through my open window. I lay in bed with my head spinning.
I masturbated a lot; sometimes even 3 times a day, but I was at a-raging-hormones age and didn't have a partner. Mom was 41, and Dad, while not in good health, could still help her in that regard.
The more I replayed the view from the window, my brain turned to focus on Mom's body. In the past, I've seen her a couple of times without the robe, wearing only a bra and panties, walking from the bathroom to her bedroom, but didn't think much about it. However, while watching her perform the sexual act, I noticed how beautiful her body was. I saw her lying down, and her round tits sagged much less than I expected. Her soft abdomen was flat with no extra fat, her bush hair was trimmed nicely in a triangular shape, and her hips curved perfectly down to her legs.
The same evening, at 6 pm we ate dinner. Dad just arrived home and was tired. Mom looked as usual, except for her face, which was mildly flushed. Dinner was great. When we were done, I thanked Mom and kissed her forehead, smelling her scent. It was a mixture of floral soap and her body odor. I liked it a lot and wondered why I never paid attention to Mom's appearance. I followed girls on social media and had sex with one. Another girl came to me on my 18th birthday and offered herself to me with the hope I'd date her later. I thought about it but rejected the idea after hearing she suggested the same to others in my class.
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In the days that followed, each time I was at home I gazed at Mom hoping to get a glimpse of her body again, but most of the time she wore a simple robe, which made it too difficult to see any details. I got frustrated. One day, when Mom was gone for an errand, I went through her drawers. She had simple cotton bras, all C-cups, and cotton, mostly high-waisted panties. I was surprised: Through the window, I couldn't see too many details, but her figure looked excellent for her age. Why not wear nicer clothes?
Mom seemed more edgy lately. On an afternoon, before Dad came home, I saw her with tears in her eyes. I couldn't tell if it was related to her work or personal issue. I was determined to intervene.
I approached her, "Mom, what is going on? Lately Dad shows up later from work, and you look tense. Now you even cry. Talk to me."
"Please, Neil, let's leave it. I'll feel better in a minute."
"No way. If this was a one time thing, I'd let it go, but I see a deterioration. I may not be able to help, but let me try."
"Honey, it's about Dad and me. He is sicker than you know. In order to hide his symptoms and other things, he stays longer hours at work, so when he enters home, he eats dinner and most of the time goes to sleep without talking to you and me."
"You mentioned symptoms. What does he feel?"
"He is very weak, frequently short of breath, and his legs hurt almost all the time."
"You mentioned 'other things.' What are they?"
She stared at me for a long moment and then blurted, "You are an adult now, so I can talk about it, but don't mention to Dad I discussed it with you."
"Mom, I love you. Of course, I won't mention it to him, but I wish to help."
"You know already about his severe arterial disease that affects his legs. But it's not the only issue. The same disease weakened his heart and blocked 2 arteries in his pelvis. When these 2 arteries are obstructed in a man, he could not get an erection. You were busy in school when Dad underwent a series of tests that verified the diagnosis. The doctor said Viagra might help, and initially, it did. However, for more than a year now, the drug effect has diminished, and Dad's health has deteriorated further, so we haven't had sex for more than a year. You have no idea how much strain it puts on our relationship..."
"Mom, I may not solve Dad's health problems, but I can help you. You need to get out more. Let me take you to the movies."
"You are a great kid, but our TV still works, and I can watch a movie on the screen at home."
"It's not the same. Except when you go to work, you sit at home all day long. I want you to get out of the house. If you don't wish to watch a movie, we can stroll in the park."
"OK. On Saturday, the weather channel predicted temperatures in the 70s and mostly sunny. Let's go to the nice park on the outskirts of the city. Unfortunately, Dad won't be able to join because of his legs."
I joked, "OK, Mom, so I'll have you all to myself. It will be a date."
Mom laughed. It was the first time in months I saw a genuine laugh, "Neil, let's go on a date."
"But I always insist my dates dress up appropriately!"
She smirked, "You don't like my robes?"
"To tell the truth, I hate them. They are blah. You have a good body; why don't you wear something nicer?"
"Honey, when I am at work, I have my work clothes, and here at home, nobody cares."
"I care! I want to be proud of my mother. So Saturday morning, you wear something nice, or I'll go to your room and choose for you what I like."
Mom grinned, "You care about me. That's nice. At least you..."
I didn't want to make her cry again, so I stayed silent.
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Saturday morning was somewhat cool, but the temperatures were supposed to go into the 70s within 2 hours. Mom, Dad, and I ate breakfast. I told Dad that I was taking Mom for a walk in the park. He smiled, "Son, that will be nice. I cannot walk more than 100 yards before my Charlie horse pains start, so if you accompany her, I'd appreciate it."
