Many thanks to my editor, Caitlin. She taught me more about writing in two edits than I learned from years of trying.
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Dave Parker studied himself in the mirror. At 6' 1" and 185 pounds, with dark hair and deep blue eyes, he was the apple of his mother's eye. His father, Frank, had been killed in a tragic plane crash a year earlier, so Dave was now the man of the house. Frank had been a prudent man and had provided well for his family in the form of insurance and investments. A large settlement from the airline added to that meant that the family was secure. It fell to Dave to manage the family's financial affairs, which he did with foresight and care, thanks to Frank's mentoring. They would be well-provided for and comfortable for the rest of their lives.
Dave was 23 and just out of college with a degree in Business Administration. His twin sister, Julie, had graduated the same time he did, but with a degree in archeology. She was fortunate enough to have entered a program which would allow her to go directly for a doctorate without having to obtain a Master's degree first. She spent several months a year away from home digging in strange, out-of-the-way places for artifacts of all kinds. She used her work to help herself cope with the loss of her father.
Dave's mother, Anne, hadn't fared so well. At first, she was a game little trooper, but over time, it weighed too heavily on her. Her love for Frank had been deep and all-consuming. The realization that she would never see him again was too much. She began to drink, not heavily, but steadily. She would retreat to her room and sob uncontrollably for hours.
It was now a year after Frank's death. Dave had made up his mind to get his mother over this rough patch and get her back into the land of the living.
"Mom, it's me, Dave," he called after rapping softly on her door. He heard her blow her nose into a tissue as she came to the door.
"Come in, honey." Her eyes were red and full of tears; the dark circles under her eyes stood out against the pallor of her grief.
Dave opened the door and crossed to her bed and sat down on the edge. He put his hand on her shoulder. "Mom, let's go out to dinner. Maybe a steak and a good bottle of wine will cheer you up some. Not having to do the dishes afterward should help, too." He smiled at her and stroked her hair gently.
She laughed a little, which made Dave feel a lot better.
"That would be nice, honey. Let me shower and change and do something about my face."
"Okay, but make it snappy. I'm starving."
"I'll do what I can, honey, I'm a wreck."
"Nothing of the kind. You're still my beautiful mom."
Dave swatted playfully at her trim behind. His hand burned at the slight contact, and he felt a slight rush as she danced away from him. He was glad to see her cheer up a little. He headed off to his own room to shower and change.
She met him at the front door. Dave looked at her approvingly. She looked dynamite in a dark blue suit that clung to her delightful curves. He began to have thoughts about her that he felt he should suppress.
"Wow!" Dave looked her over. "You're going to be turning heads tonight."
"Sweet thing, your head is the only one I care about." She took his arm and held it snugly against her breast.
He helped her into the car, admiring her long legs as she slid in and scooted toward the driver's side. Dave got in the other side and started the car. He backed out into the street, and headed for their favorite steakhouse.
She snuggled close to him, her ample breast brushing his elbow, her thigh pressing gently against his. The warmth of her body gave him a little rush of adrenalin; his stomach was full of butterflies. In spite of himself, he realized that he was looking at her as his date, not his mother. His cock stirred slowly
She put her head on his shoulder. "Dave, you always know how to make me feel better."
"Can't go wrong with a nice steak. You're certainly worth it."
"Thank you, Davy." She rested her head on his shoulder for a moment. "Too bad Julie can't be with us."
"I can tell you were she were here with us, I couldn't get my head through the door. Being with two gorgeous women would just inflate my ego beyond propriety."
His sister was born 15 minutes before him. They referred to each other as 'big sister' and 'little brother.' She bore a striking resemblance to her mother. Dave always thought it odd that neither of them showed any trace of their father's looks. But, as he joked to Julie, "Who wants a sister with a mustache?"
Once they were seated in the restaurant, Dave ordered wine, after which they perused the menu and selected their choices. He made sure the conversation was light, sticking to Julie's work, and other silly generalities. Suddenly, his mother put her hand on his arm. He felt a jolt at her touch.
"I forgot to tell you that Julie called while you were downtown." She leaned toward him, smiling and excited.
"Yeah? What did she have to say? Where is she, anyway?" His mother's hand on his arm left a tingling sensation. He stared into her candle-lit face as that strange feeling in the pit of his stomach came back.
"She's -- Geez! I forgot where she said she was, but she'll be coming home in a month."
That news gave Dave another little rush. His sister coming home! He missed her and those long, tanned legs of hers and her full breasts and the nipples. . . He stopped those thoughts before he worked himself into a sweat.
Their steaks arrived. Both of them dived in with gusto, sipping their wine and enjoying the taste of fine food. They made more light conversation, talking about Julie's arrival.
They finished eating, polished off the wine and got up to leave; Dave paid the bill and left a generous tip for the waiter.
Dave noticed that his mother was a little unsteady on her feet and he took her arm as they walked to the car. She leaned against him, her breast rubbing against his forearm. Dave got a little bit of a rush at the sensation.
They got in the car and drove off. Anne again leaned over against him with her thigh against his, more firmly this time. Her head lolled against his shoulder and her breast was pressed against his arm again. In the glow of the dashboard lights, he noticed a tear running down her cheek. He pulled over and shut off the engine.
"Mom, what's the matter?"
She looked up at him. Another tear coursed down her cheek. "I miss him so much," she said softly. "Some nights I just can't get to sleep, I want him so much."
Dave turned toward her and took her in his arms. "I know, Mom. I miss him, too."
"Not like I do, honey." Dave knew suddenly what she meant. He understood now what has been troubling her so much. No sex. She had no desire to go looking, either.
She looked up at Dave, staring deeply into his eyes. Suddenly, her arms were around him and her lips were pressed to his. He thought it would just be a motherly kiss, but it got more intense. Much more intense. Her tongue slid into his mouth, seeking, searching.
He couldn't help himself. His tongue met hers. His cock jumped and began filling with blood. He couldn't believe this was his mother kissing him like this, but he did nothing to stop it.
Her arms held him even tighter and he could feel her delightful breasts pressing against his chest. She moved back and forth slightly keeping and intensifying the contact.
