It was the phone call all adult children expect. We are never prepared for it when it comes though. Even when you are 45, you are not ready for the call.
I was working at my desk completing some bookkeeping duties for my in-home business when the phone rang. It was my mother. "Hello David. I have sad news. Your father died during the night."
WOW!!!! I was speechless. Even though he had been sick, I was not ready to hear those words. Dad had several strokes about 8 months before that had left him pretty much a vegetable. His health had been declining since then. Now he was gone.
I told my mom I would be there in about an hour. I only lived about 30 minutes away. So I packed and left.
When I got to the house, mom was pretty quiet but I could sense a relief as well. The past few months had been very hard on her.
The rest of the day was spent visiting the lawyers, the funeral home and the bank. There are so many details to attend to. The funeral would be in three days with visitations the next two evenings.
Mom and I had a relaxing evening. Several of the neighbours and a few relatives dropped by or called to express their regrets. By 8 pm, everything was quiet. Mom and I spent a few hours sharing both some wine and stories of dad. It was a special evening.
About 11, mom said goodnight and headed up to bed. I told her I wanted to watch the news then I would be up.
I headed upstairs just after the news. My suitcase was in my old room. I unpacked then headed for the shower. I was in my pj's afterwards as I headed to my room.
When I passed mom's door, I heard her call out to me. I opened the door and stuck my head in. Mom said to me, "Would you come and lay next to me. I am having trouble falling asleep. I've not been alone in this bed for many many years."
"Sure mom." I headed over to the bed and got under the covers as I lay down. Mom was on her side facing away from me and slid backward so she was pressed into me.
The next thing I knew, the sun was shining in the window. I was "spooned" in behind mom. She had her head on my one arm. My other arm was wrapped around her with my hand on her breast. As I realize I was holding her breast, I slowly moved my hand and then rolled backward away from her. It was then I realized I had a huge hard-on!!!!
I could not believe I had been sleeping holding my mother all night and now I had this huge hard-on. Many thoughts came flooding into my brain about when I was younger and lived in this house.
You see, my mother used to walk around the house in her underwear. She loved matching panties and bra outfits and used to come down in the morning to make breakfast in just her panties and bra. It was nothing new to me but she gave me many a hard-on when I was a teenager. There was one outfit in particular that was unbelievable. It was red and sheer. I shot many a load even in my adult years, thinking about mom wearing that one.
As I lay there, mom woke up and got out of bed. I watched her walk to the on-suite bathroom. The shower came on and I heard mom get in. I just lay there thinking about her in the shower and the red outfit again. It was not long before the shower shut off. I could hear mom singing to herself. I rolled onto my side. I could see mom's side of the room and the door to the on-suite.
A few minutes later, mom came out. She had a towel wrapped around her head for her wet hair and another towel wrapped around her body. She went to her dresser and picked out a dark blue panty and bra. Putting the bra on top of the dresser, she turned the panties over in her hands to find the top then quickly, she bent over with her bum facing me and stepped into them. Up her legs they went and she pulled them over her bum. The towel hid just about everything. I got a quick glimpse of her butt. She then picked up the bra, got it adjusted correctly then she dropped the towel that was around her body. She quickly put on the bra then did up the hooks. She bent over, got the towel and was back in the bathroom. All I saw was her back and panty covered ass.
I must tell you that mom was only 61 at this time and she had kept her figure in wonderful shape. It must have been all the tennis she played.
Why was mom so young? When she was 15, she became pregnant. My grandparents would not hear of an abortion. So when I was born, they became my surrogate parents. Yes mom was there with me every day while she finished high school but it was my grandparents that were my real parents early in my life. Mom went to college after high school and I stayed with my grandparents.
It was at college that my mom met dad. He was a professor so he was older than her. When dad died, he was 74. Now don't start thinking that mom slept with her professor for marks. They met at a social one night and just hit it off. I know she didn't sleep with him for marks because he taught physics and mom studied English and Journalism. You don't sleep with a physics prof when those are your majors.
After mom graduated, she married dad. I was 8 at the time. I then moved in with them and we became a family. I loved my dad. Even though he was older, he did all the father things with me. A year after they were married, my brother was born. Two years after that, my sister was born.