When I woke up I could feel a warm arm draped over me, a warm body nestled up behind me, and warm breath on my neck. For a moment it felt wonderful...I hadn't awakened in a man's arms in a long time...too long.
In an instant however that wonderful feeling was replaced by nausea as the events of the previous night replayed in my mind. I gently rolled out of bed, went into the bathroom, shut and locked the door, knelt in front of the toilet and began to cry and puke my guts out.
When I'd wretched all I could wretch I sat on the bathroom floor, my back against the wall wondering...trying to figure out...trying to remember exactly what happened.
How had I ended up fucking my 18 year old son Thomas for most of the night?
I was searching for answers. The events rolled through my mind.
I'd gotten home a little bit later than normal and to my utter astonishment Thomas had made dinner for us...something he never did.
"Well...what's the occasion?" I asked.
"It's 'You take such good care of me every day that today it's my turn to take care of you' day. I know you've been working your butt off these past few years to keep this house and keep the life you wanted for me from slipping away. I wanted to do something to show you how much I appreciate it. I even tried to make your favorite food." Thomas said.
"Oh...so this is supposed to be lasagna? I'm just kidding sweetheart, it looks and smells delicious." I said.
The meal was very good for a kid who could barely microwave leftovers the right way. I could tell that he'd put a lot of effort into it...which really made me feel good.
After dinner we moved to the living room.
"Here, go ahead and lay down on the couch." Thomas said.
Who was I to argue? I was dog tired and my feet were killing me so I kicked off my shoes and lay down on the couch. I was surprised when Thomas lifted my feet and sat at the far end of the couch with my feet in his lap.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You don't even have to say it...I can tell that your feet hurt...they always hurt. I figured a nice relaxing foot massage would do you some good." Thomas said.
He began massaging my feet. I don't know if it was his first foot massage or not, but damn was he good. All of the pain, the tightness, and the tingling were gone in just a few minutes. He even massaged up my calves, which also hurt a lot of the time.
It felt a little weird having my own son give me something as personal as a foot massage, but it felt so damn good that I let those thoughts slip away. He massaged my feet for almost an hour.
"Feeling better? More relaxed?" Thomas asked.
"Absolutely. Thank you...I feel a lot better now." I said.
"We're not done just yet. Come with me." Thomas said.
He took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. I started to get a little worried about his intentions at that point.
"Okay. Take your clothes off..." Thomas said.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"Take your clothes off, put on your bathrobe, and meet me in your bathroom in a few minutes." Thomas said.
He went into the bathroom and shut the door. I thought about just walking back out to the living room, but instead I got undressed and pulled on my bathrobe. I knocked at the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.
The lights were off, but there were two dozen candles all around the room giving it a warm glow and Thomas was just turning off the faucet in the bathtub.
"A nice warm bubble bath for the lady...enjoy." Thomas said.
He knew that I loved bubble baths. As he walked past me to the bathroom door I grabbed him and hugged him.
"Thank you so much for this...it really means a lot." I said.
"Hey...you've been taking great care of me for 18 years. This one night doesn't make up for all of that." Thomas said.
