As they were leaving, Benny said, “If it becomes too much, Dad, just call me or Kaitlyn, or both of us even, and we’ll be here to help.” Kaitlyn echoed her brother’s sentiments, and I hugged and kissed them both as they returned to their lives.
By month eight, Mom had stopped taking visitors with exception to Reverend Underwood. We had called all her friends for one final visit, and from there on she was severing ties with them. It was a deeply emotional evening, and yes, even I cried. After everyone left, I put Mom to bed and watched … well, nothing. I mean, the TV was on, but I couldn’t tell you what was playing. I had just begun the first stages of preparing myself for Mom’s death. I thought I had been doing so all along, but in reality I hadn’t, and it hit me like a ton of bricks.
By month ten, Mom had withered away to almost nothing. Still, on one storm-filled night, after I had tended to her needs she said, “One last time, Johnny? Just for the hell of it?”
I didn’t want to, and not because I may have been repulsed by her appearance, because that wasn’t the case at all. No, it was because frail as she appeared, I was afraid I would somehow hurt her. Still, she was insistent, so I got behind her, gently lifted her leg, and carefully inserted my erect penis into the only pussy I had known for the past ten months, and it was wonderful to be back home. I slowly rocked back and fourth. I didn’t realize it until after I was done, but she had fallen asleep sometime in the middle of it.
Two weeks later, Mom was dead.
I loved her enough that I gave her her dying wish.
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