Mom and Son Cope with Dad’s Death

We snuggled for a minute, kissing softly, when Patti said, “Now that’s something your Mom can’t do to me.”

I didn’t want to get into another conversation about my Mom right at that moment, so I asked, “Thirsty? I’m going to get some water.”

“Sure. I’ll take some,” Patti responded.

As soon as I opened my bedroom door, I could hear moaning coming from Mom’s room, its door not closed. “Oh, Tom!” I heard, and looked back at Patti, who was grinning. I walked by Mom’s door, her lights were off, and heard the buzz of a vibrator and more moans. I went down the stairs, grabbed two cups and filled them from the fridge’s dispenser, then carried them up the stairs. The moans sounded even louder as I turned the corner to go down the hallway to my room.

And just before I closed my door behind me, I heard a screamed, “Oh, DREW!”

“Still have doubts about whether your mom is thinking about fucking you?” Patti asked, laughing.

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