“Well, sweetie, take a nice hot shower and go to bed. You’ll be fine.”
Rolling my neck in discomfort, we entered the room. My mother stopped in her tracks. “Ah excuse me, are you sure this is the right room?” she asked the bellhop.
“Yes ma’am.”
“There’s only a double bed.”
“I’m sorry ma’am, that is the room they assigned. I can call down and see if we can make a switch.”
“Would you please?”
The bellhop called and talked to the manager and got nothing. They were full and we were lucky to have a room. He left with an apology and a promise to talk to his boss. Meanwhile we settled in. We only had our carry-ons so we had no change of clothes or toiletries.
“I’m going down and get us some toothbrushes and things okay?”
“Alright mom.”
“Why don’t you take a shower?”
“Okay.”
In the shower I let all the tension in my body wash away but found it flowing right into my cock. Thoughts of sleeping with my mom in the small bed made me hard. I begun to stroke myself when there was a knock at the door.
“Yeah,” I called out.
“It’s me, sweetie. Here, I got you a toothbrush. I’m putting it on the sink with some of my stuff.”
Through the semi-transparent curtain, I watched her silhouette walk back and forth across the bathroom. I wondered if she could see me naked. Once I was done, and mom already in the shower, I sat on bed and watched some news about the weather. While my eyes were on the screen, my ears were listening to the sound of running water, and my mind picturing nude images.
When mom got out I noticed her crestfallen look and teary eyes. “Mom, what’s wrong?”
“Oh, I was just thinking about your grandpa Paul,” she said in a depressed voice. “He was a good man.”
“He sure was mom,” I said, remembering the kind, gentle old face. “He sure was.”
“It’s just that these kind of things get to me, you know—death I mean. Makes me remember my own father. Pity you never met him, Danny. I’m sure you would have loved him.” She reached down and stroked my cheek tenderly.
A sense of guilt crept into me. Here was my mother feeling sentimental about the loved ones she’d lost; meanwhile all I could think about was her body. I stood up and gave her a hug, as my own way of expressing repentance.
“I love you mom.”
“Oh Danny, I love you too.”
We ordered some food and talked, about school, about dad and grandpa Paul, about myself, about herself. Our conversations cheered her up a bit, and it felt nice to reconnect with my mother like this. Finally bedtime came.
“Mom you can take the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah I’ll be fine,” I tried to act like I liked the floor.
“Nonsense. Just a while ago you were complaining about your neck. Don’t act all manly on me now.”
“Aww, mom. I’m not a kid anymore. Let me make a little sacrifice for you.”
She was touched by my gallantry. “Oh Danny, honey, that’s so sweet of you, and I appreciate it, I really do,” she said, giving me an affectionate hug. “But I’m the mother here. If anything I should be the one taking care of you. Come on, I think there’s enough room for both of us. Keep your old mom company.”