A Widow's Comfort Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

A Widow's Comfort Ch. 01

... back. I went into my room and pulled my T-shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes, peeled off my socks, and then my jeans. I left my shorts on.

She yelled when I opened the shower door and stepped in with her.

"DAVEYYYYYYY!!!!" she yelled.

"Oh, stop," I said, "and give me the soap."

I washed her back and she washed mine.

It was interesting and sensual without being sexual.

I stepped out of the shower, and said "Stay there and rinse."

I dried quickly, pulled off the shorts, tossed them into the hamper, and pulled on my jeans and a fresh T-shirt.

"Okay," I said, opening the shower door, reaching in, and turning off the water.

"Into the tub with you," I said.

I held her hand and steadied her when she stepped over the edge of the tub. The line from the Blake Shelton song ran through my mind - "Then slip to your nose in a bubble bath" - as I watched her slip to her nose in the bubble bath.

"Okay," I said, kissing the top of her head again, "soak."

Then I went downstairs to clean up.

More than anything, the mess showed how badly Dad's death had affected Mom.

I started in the front room. I capped the vodka bottle and put it in the freezer. Then I emptied that overflowing ashtray and gave the rug a quick pass with the vacuum.

I did the dishes then, mostly Tupperware containers that friends and neighbors had brought. I washed and got them into the drainer and then ran the dish rag over the table and counters.

By then I figured mom ...

... should be well parboiled and pruny, so I went back up to the bathroom.

She was starting to stir so I took her hand and helped her step out.

I dried her back quickly and thoroughly and then went back into the bedroom while she finished. I found one of her housedresses in a drawer, this one a bright flower print. By the time I got back to the bathroom, she was leaning over, one foot on the edge of the tub, drying carefully.

In the process, I had an amazing view of something I had never expected to see from the outside.

"Okay," I said and she yelled a little as she turned, covering up with the oversized bath towel.

I chuckled and held out the housedress.

"Arms up," I said, "I won't look."

She met my eyes for a second and said, "Liar," but she was giggling.

So she raised her arms and I looked making us both laugh softly.

I dropped the muumuu style housedress over her head leaving her perfectly modest.

"Okay," I said, "Now we eat and talk."

She smiled and said, "I'm about casseroled out, Honey."

"Yeah," I said, "I figured. I think Chinese delivery."

"Oh, yummy," she said.

So I called theDragon Pagoda, our favorite Chinese place, and ordered egg foo yung, chicken fried rice, sweet and sour pork, and a couple of egg rolls.

I had to grab the credit card out of Mom's purse to pay, but she didn't seem to mind.

"Sit," I said, my hands on her shoulders and pushing her onto the couch.

I went into the kitchen and mixed a screwdriver for her. It ...