“You’re not heavy, mom. And we’re just going over here, all right?”
I moved her towards the chair, but just as we passed the couch, mom grabbed the armrest and swung herself down on that instead.
That was a bit of a spanner in my works. I had planned to have the couch to myself and leave my drunk mother in the chair. I could take the chair myself, but it didn’t have a great angle to the TV. The best place to sit and view the screen was the couch… which now had my mom slumped down on it, leaning up against the armrest.
I let out a sigh and went to the kitchen, getting some soda to drink for the both of us. I also took some of the leftover pizza and chucked it in the microwave. She could probably use something to eat. If she didn’t, I’d have it. That pizza had come out really tasty.
When I returned to the living room, mom was trying to take off her shoes. Not succeeding, though. I placed the pizza and a glass for her on the table and kneeled down in front of her.
“Here, mom, lemme help you with that.”
“Aww thanks, babe…”
I started to undo the laces on her high-heeled shoes while she ruffled my hair.
The laces went up past her ankle and some way up her leg. That’s why she hadn’t been able to untie them – it required a bit of dexterity. I also had to hold her by the ankle because she didn’t sit still, and she started giggling when I touched her lower leg. She wasn’t really ticklish, but she seemed to enjoy it when I held her foot a bit tighter.
I eventually got her shoes off and she pulled her feet up under herself as she curled up on the couch. I went to put her shoes away. They were really nice. Expensive. A benefit of her new high-paying job. Her dress was really nice too. As I returned to the living room, I took in the sight of my mom in her black attire.
She looked really classy. Her whole appearance was that of a truly beautiful woman – the kind who makes people turn their heads to watch her whenever she walks past. She was still only in her early forties, having given birth to me when she was very young. Her hair had been done up by some expensive stylist and she had a pearl necklace around her slender neck. The dress was short, the hemline stopping midway down her smooth thighs. Further up, it also had a deep but narrow cleavage, showing plenty of skin while keeping most of her firm bosom hidden from the world.
I figured that her beauty was part of the reason why her employer had placed her in charge of buttering up their most important business associates. The other reason must be that she was really good at her job. Having divorced my deadbeat dad just a few years after I was born, she had done amazingly combining her fast-moving career with raising me on her own.
She didn’t seem that way now, though. Right now she seemed more like a drunken college student than a capable business woman. This was pretty new to me – she hadn’t been one to get drunk too often until recently. Or maybe she had and I just hadn’t noticed. Now I did, though, and whenever she drank too much, she’d get a bit weird like this.