Mom and the Massage
This story is about a mother and her son; both are over 18 and are consenting adults. Hope you like it. Once again, you can leave comments and as usual I do not want people to vote I just want their comments and I enjoy when other writers tell me how to better improve my writing and if you leave a comment, anonymously then understand that I don't mistake your inability to write as informative or helpful. All I will say is if you do not like my style of writing, and then write your own! Try it you may like
Mom had just returned from the gym after her 5 days a week workout. She would run to the gym and then exercise, and then run home. It was at least 4 miles each way. Once she caught her breath, she would take a nice hot bath.
During the time she spent catching her breath, I would run her bath. It was always the little things that make our relationship work> she would do all the cooking and laundry; I would mow the lawn and help with the dishes as well as keep things picked up around the house. I went to school and she went to work. This was our relationship since dad had left us for his boyfriend three years ago.
Due to her regular workout routine, she was in great shape. I played sports so both of us were in good condition. Mom was younger than most of my friends mothers and looked a lot more healthy compared to most other women at 39. I was 19 and a senior in high school, and played baseball from the age of 5 starting with Tee-ball!
This day in particular, mom was stiff and sore more than usual. When she first entered the house, she stated, "Every muscle in my body hurts for some reason! I may have over done the gym today. Either that or I am just getting old!"
I laughed and said, "Mom, you are not getting old, just like a bottle of fine wine, you are getting better!"
She smiled and kissed me on the cheek saying, "Thanks for trying to make me feel better! Maybe after I cool down and take my bath I won't feel so achy."
She walked toward the kitchen to get a glass of water and I headed up stairs to start her bath. After I added the bath oil into the tub, I retrieved her towel and set everything on the vanity. As I headed back down stairs, I heard her moan in pain. I just hoped she would feel better after her bath.
As I was coming down the stairs, she was going up. I said, " I am going to play a video game while you take your bath. If you need anything, just holler." Her smile was enough of an answer.
After about an hour, mom still had not come back down, so I went to check on her. I knocked on the bathroom door and asked, "Mom, are you alright?"
Her reply was, "yea I am just going to soak a little bit longer. I'll start dinner if a few."
I answered with, "take your time!"
Another half hour went and I heard mom on the stairs. With each step she moaned in pain. When she came around the corner, I noticed a little limp in her getty-and-go. I felt sorry that she was in so much pain.
I suggested, "Why don't we just order Chinese for tonight? That will keep you off your feet tonight and give you some more time to relax your muscles!"
She said, "Thanks sweetheart, you take so good of your old mother!" I just laughed.
I ordered and we ate. I cleaned the table and threw away the trash. Mom had gone to the family room on my insistence and had turned on a moving. I knew mom was sore still so I went upstairs and grabbed towel and the tube of ointment from the medicine cabinet, headed back toward the family room. I made another stop to pickup her yoga mat and took them into the family room. I sat the ointment and towel on the arm of the couch and unrolled the mat in front of the TV.
Mom asked, "What are you doing?"