“I’m so sorry about that, Mom. I really thought you were either downstairs or in your room.”
She smiled. “Drew, relax. It’s not like I’ve never seen a penis before. Or seen yours, for that matter. Or did you think your Dad changed all of your diapers when you were a baby?”
I really didn’t want to keep discussing my cock, so just said “I guess not.”
We went to the Mattress Warehouse that morning, and bought a new King mattress, and headed to another store to buy new sheets, pillows, comforter, the works. Mom didn’t want anything that had touched Dad’s dead body around any more. We ran a couple of other errands, before heading home to wait for the mattress delivery. Patti called, and we arranged to meet for dinner that night, after I checked with Mom to see that she’d be okay alone, only to find that she was making plans with a couple of her nurse friends who both had the night off.
I also made my phone calls to the University, and was told the dean would get back to me about my online plan.
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Over dinner with my girlfriend, I recounted everything that had happened since I’d last seen her the day my Dad died. She thought my “nude encounter” with my Mom was hilarious, and got a chuckle out of the inscription on Dad’s watch, now on my left wrist. I left out telling her about my morning wood and what happened in the shower that morning.
“Oh, I wish I could have seen your face!” she said, giggling.
“Oh, it gets worse,” I said, grimacing. “As she was leaving the room, she puts her mouth to my ear, looks down at my crotch, and tells me ‘Patti’s a really lucky girl’.”
“Oooh, I am that, big boy. So she managed to get a good look at your package, I take it?”
“Yeah. I wasn’t entirely sure then, but she confirmed that she saw it this morning.”
She loved the sweaters I’d gotten her, and asked how my Mom liked hers. I told Patti that Mom had said she loved them, and had worn the blue one on Christmas Day, and I told her she looked really nice, and that I looked forward to seeing Patti in hers.
She was less happy when I told her about my plan to do the next semester online. “But if I’m on campus, and you’re here, we’re hardly going to see each other. It’s not like I can request the same kind of switch just to be closer to you.” We went to a college about 500 miles away in Kansas City, but were surprised when we met as Freshmen that her home wasn’t that far from mine, just 35 miles as I said before, making visiting each other over the summer fairly easy. So the longest we’d been apart since we’d met two years earlier had only been about a week.
“I know I’ll miss seeing you every day,” I said, “but it’s not really any different than if we lived further apart and couldn’t see each other much over summer break. Couples survive that, so I think we can survive this, with Spring Break together in the middle. And it’s just this semester. I do know that it wouldn’t be any good for me, you, or my grades for me to be there and spending all my time worrying about how my Mom’s doing back here. You can understand that, right?”