It had been a shotgun wedding, Elle admitted. She'd gotten herself knocked up and then gotten marched down the aisle. The marriage had lasted less than a year. In fact, Dan had been cheating on her before she even gave birth. The added stress of being first time parents just accelerated what was an inevitably rapid conclusion to their union.
Raising a kid as a single mom had not been easy, but she felt like she'd done a good job. Hal had grown up smart and healthy. And although she was in her mid-thirties, she felt an impending sense of approaching loneliness at the idea that he was a grown man now. At 18, he'd gone from being a kid to being a responsible, if somewhat hunky adult in the blink of an eye. She'd sacrificed a lot along the way to ensure that Hal would be the man Dan could never manage to be.
Hal came in the front door, having finished his shift at the burger joint. The house was dark, and mom had passed out again in front of the TV, an empty bottle of wine and a jelly glass in front of her. She was snoring gently as Hal scooped her up off the couch and carried her to her bedroom.
Laying her down on the bed, Hal shook his head. This had been going on far too often lately, he thought, as he pulled the comforter up over her sleeping form. They'd have a talk in the morning, he promised himself as he turned out the light and headed for his own room.
Elle groaned as the light poured in the window. Her head hurt and it felt like her tongue had grown fur. She pushed back the comforter and sat up, catching her reflection in the dresser mirror. She looked awful in her wrinkled clothes and bedhead. She got up and headed to the kitchen.
Hal was making breakfast for both of them. Such a good kid.
"Mom, this has been happening way too often." He admonished.
"I know, Hal. I'm sorry." She replied.
"Why, Mom? You never used to do this." Hal scolded.
"I don't really know. Just lonely, I guess. Lonely and feeling my age." Elle explained.
Hal shook his head. His mom was far from over the hill. In fact, some of his friends would always comment on how hot she was. He had to admit that if he ever found a girl that reminded him of her, he'd go for it. Still, she'd put so much into raising him that she'd missed out on a lot of other things for herself. In a way, Hal understood better than she did.
"You could get out there, Mom. Get a hobby or something." Hal suggested.
"I don't know, Hal..." She said. "Thanks for taking care of me last night."
"Yeah, let's not do that again, okay?" Hal asked.
"I'll try and be better." She promised.
And for a while she was. She had tried to act on Hal's suggestion. Had joined a dating site. But honestly, the social paralysis she had become so used to, was far less threatening than the prospect of entering into a new relationship with a stranger. Sometimes the idea of watching Romcoms with a bottle of wine seemed like a reasonable alternative to spending time with some random guy that probably was going to ghost you after a couple of dates. But she tried.
Dating was stressful. Having had a kid so young, she really felt that she'd never developed the social skills of a normal adult. Sure, she had friends from work, but that was different. Most of them were attached, and frankly, none of them really piqued her interest. No. Single and alone was just easier. Except for when it wasn't.
Hal heard her in the hallway staggering and thumping into the wall. He heard her fumble at the bathroom door and curse. "Goddamned clothes. I gotta pee so bad..." She slurred.
Hal got up and went to her assistance. Helping her pull down her pants and landing her on the toilet. She had managed to unbutton her blouse and Hal got a pretty good shot at her cleavage. His friends, he had to admit, were far from wrong. She was as Milfy as they come.
When she was done, she just stepped free from her pants and panties and Hal guided her unsteady steps to her room and tucked her in.
"Thanks, Hal." She mumbled.
"Goodnight, Mom." Hal answered.
"Give your mom a goodnight kiss." She pleaded. Tugging on his T-shirt feebly.
