“Tommy, you have no idea how wonderful that was!”
“Actually, Mom, after your little point-to-the-shower-ceiling trick, I have a pretty good idea. I love you, have I ever told you that?”
Holding me tightly she whispered “I love you so much. I cannot live without you.”
Mom’s warmth, scent, breathing, sensuous body, and skin-on-skin contact was so wonderful. We lovingly gazed into each other’s eyes before letting afterglow fatigue overtake us. We slept bodies-intertwined. Our heartbeats and breathing soon synchronized as one. So too did our dreams.
Chapter 8.
It felt so good to be back together in our apartment. Every little thing was where it was before I left. After unpacking and cleaning up, we went grocery shopping. Mom had the presence of mind before she rushed to the airport to be with me to dispose of all the things that would have spoiled. We selected all the mundane fresh items a household would need. Smiling, Mom pulled a bottle of wine from the shelf.
Arriving home Mom told me to go sit on the couch while she put the groceries away. Bringing two glasses she joined me on the couch.
“If our country can send my man overseas to get shot at, he can have wine before he’s twenty-one years old.”
Having sampled many beers with my comrades, it was the first time I drank wine. It would not be the only first of the night.
Even while toasting each other, the elephant in the room was the line. Wherever we went, there it was. The line we wanted to get to the other side of, but a barrier considered impossible for a mother and son to transcend. It was getting late. After the last few nights, Mom saw no reason to dance around our sleeping arrangements.
Mom said “Why don’t you get ready for bed first, I’ll follow you.”
After showering I wore only my robe. I opened the bed sheets, and sat on the bed to wait for Mom. My head was spinning reflecting on all that occurred since our last night in this apartment and this moment. Did it all really happen? It seemed like I never left… was all that has transpired been the product of my imagination?
No, these scars weren’t here before. No, the aches and pains are new. My eyesight, while close to normal, was perfect before I left. Yes, it most assuredly happened. And yes, since my return to Mom the physical manifestations of our love could not have been imagined. They had progressed so far, so quickly. It was real.
At once excited and apprehensive I didn’t have long to contemplate. Mom approached the bed wearing her white satin nightgown, accentuating her perfect petite breasts and shapely legs. Her black hair shone with moon-glow radiance dancing softly on and over her delicate shoulders. Her eyes were bright and her smile brighter. I thought “If angels have angels, the angel’s angels surely must look like Mom.”
We shared a passionate kiss.
“Mom, let’s sit and talk.”
We maneuvered ourselves so we were sitting legs together, facing each other across the middle of the bed. We joined hands. With her eyes she pointed to a spot between us.