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MY WIDOWED MUM (part 1 )
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My mum was widowed at 69 after my dad had been unwell for about 2 years....during dad's illness when he was in hospital mum would come and stay with wife and I as she just wasn't comfortable alone at night and so when dad passed away in hospital mum was already staying with us....about six weeks after dad's funeral mum decided that it was time for her to be a big girl and go home to live alone....I wasn't happy at the thought of her doing this as I knew how afraid she was at being alone at night but she insisted...saying that she had to....it wasn't fair on us...we had out own lives to live etc.etc......so off she went....I popped in every night after work....she lived about halfway between home and work so it was no bother at all to do this...just making sure she was alright and to do little things for her that she couldn't manage...I would sit with her for about an hour at a time and when I got up to go I would always give her a nice motherly hug and a little kiss on top of her head....I had always been very close to my mum....an only child...I spent a lot of time with her....dad worked long hours....weekends...nights and the occasional trip away for a week or so... so we were like best friends rather than mother and son....as the days turned in to weeks I began to feel that our little hugs were begining to last a little longer...mum began to hold me tighter...it felt so good to feel her body against mine and one night on my way home I began to think of just how much I enjoyed our little moments together ....I began to have feelings that maybe were not quite right and proper about my mum...about how she felt when I held her...about how I liked the smell of her scent....the same scent she had always worn as long as I can remember...about the feelings that ran through my body when I kissed the top of her head....I kept telling myself that this was my mum I was having these feelings for and I had to get a grip of myself...she's your mother I kept telling myself..... anyway ......I was going on holiday in a week from now.....I wouldn't be seeing mum for a week and a bit .....that should be enough for me to sort myself out.....so the week before I went away I visited mum as usual...we hugged as I left as usual...but on the last one before I went away the little kiss on the head became a peck on her forehead followed by a little kiss on the end of her nose ...by this time mum's hands were wrapped around my head and was reluctant to let me go... before I knew it my head had lowered the inch or so and our lips came together for the briefest of moments....this felt magical....suddenly memories came flooding back to me about the time when I was 18 and I made a drunken pass at mum when we were having a party at home.... mum was shocked by this and I was ashamed of myself....mum gently and skillfully eased me away from her and there was never another word spoken about this in the twenty odd years that had passed....I said goodbye to mum and that I would see her a week on Monday....as I walked down the path and in to the car I suddenly realised that I had a raging hard on....NO...I said to my self....this is your mum.........TBC
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Posted on : Apr 14, 2017
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Commented on Apr 19, 2017
;)
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Commented on Apr 15, 2017
So sweet -- makes me wish you were my son!
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