A Widow's Comfort Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Widow's Comfort Ch. 01

... at me, she held my eyes for a few seconds and then just sort of collapsed against me.

She was crying now.

No, she was bawling now. She was wailing. She was sobbing.

I held her and, I'm kind of ashamed to admit. I was aware of the soft jiggly woman in my arms even as I comforted and consoled my mother.

She bawled like that for a very long time. Sometimes there were words but what it boiled down to was, "What am I going to do?"

And so I held her, patted her, stroked the rat's nest that was her hair.

And I talked to her, my voice low and gentle, the way you approach a dog you're not sure of, one who's showing you his teeth.

"It's okay, Mom," I was saying, "I've got you now. I'm not leaving. I'll take care of you." Stuff like that, calming her. Gentling her.

Who knows how long we stood like that? Long enough, anyway, that she finally calmed down.

When she was finally down to just little sobs, almost hiccups, I gave her a pat on the back and then, as I had done thousands of times, gave her a pat on the ass.

"Watch it buster," she said, but the giggle in her voice told me that we had passed the crisis.

"Now," I said, pushing her away, holding her at arm's length, "Darlin', you stink. You're going to take a shower to wash the worst off, then you're going to soak in a bubble bath for about an hour until your skin is all pruny and you're at least half sober, and then we're going to talk."

She giggled.

"I am, am I?" she asked.

"Mom," I said, ...

... "I can't carry you but I can damn sure drag you, now come on."

And I started doing exactly that.

She stumbled but, well, I'm MUCH stronger than she is and after a few steps I wasn't really dragging her. I was leading her.

I led her upstairs to the master bathroom, the bathroom Dad and I had carefully remodeled a few years ago, so the shower was big enough that he and Mom could share it, but also so she didn't feel constricted.

"Well, now what?" she asked.

I reached into the shower and turned it on full hot to warm up.

Then, I chuckled, bent down, caught the hem of her housedress, and started peeling it up.

"DAVEY!!!!!!!!" she sort of shrieked.

"Oh, stop it," I said, chuckling, "Nothing I haven't seen before."

And she giggled.

"Oh, God, that's what I used to say to you," she said.

Okay, I looked.

And I liked.

Mom is one of those true butterball women. She's kind of narrow-shouldered and has enormous breasts that lie on the first roll of her belly. The second roll was a thick band and the third roll gave her the truly fat woman's natural modesty as it hung like an apron to cover her sex.

"Oh, stop looking," she said, "Don't you think I'm embarrassed enough."

I chuckled.

"Go on," I said and kissed her on the top of the head, "you stink."

She stepped into the shower and I started water running into the tub.

I thought about it and shrugged my shoulders. What the hell, I needed a shower too and she damn sure couldn't wash her own ...