I was also passing on a lot of compliments to her to not only build her self-esteem, but to endear her to me even more. I started with simple comment’s like, “You are looking good,” to then advance to “You’re really Beautiful,” and finally, “You’re a sexy woman, Mom.”
Mom seemed OK with the first two, but really objected when I called her sexy. I saved it for infrequent and special occasions, like a new dress, or after getting her hair done.
We had a nice schedule going with visits to the gym and nice dinners at home or at restaurants. Since getting into the exercise and attention from me, my concerns about Mom’s Isolation and drinking disappeared.
One night after a nice dinner, when we arrived at home, I asked her if she wanted another drink, and she agreed. I made us cocktails and we sat on the couch sipping and talking. About 30 minutes later I refreshed her drink and knowing she had a nice buzz going, I turned out discussion to love and companionship.
I asked, “Mom, why don’t you date?”
“I don’t have the desire or need to get into all the complications that go with that,” She quietly replied.
“But everyone needs companionship and love,” I countered.
She looked at me for a few seconds then smiled and said, “I have you for companionship and love, I am perfectly happy.”
I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek, then looking deep into her eyes I asked, “What about making love, physical love?”
Mom sighed and leaned into my shoulder and whispered, “I can live without that if I have what we have here.”
I kissed the top of her head and hugged her close as I responded, “Everyone needs the pleasure and release of physical love, it’s how we are wired.”
Mom, put her arm across my chest and said, “This and you are my physical love sweetheart.”
We sat for a few more minutes and then I pulled away to get us another drink. When I returned Mom snuggled right into my chest with a long sigh, like she missed me for the minutes I was gone.
We sipped our drinks and I stroked Mom’s head and shoulder with my arm that was around her. I then tilted her head back and kissed her on the lips. Mom tensed briefly, but didn’t pull away, and a second later was letting me kiss her lips and cheeks. As I kissed down her neck she tilted her head to the side and offered me an easier access.
I stopped kissing, pulled back a bit and we looked at each other for a long time. I was dying to know what Mom was thinking, and of course was hoping she was thinking about us taking this further. I leaned back in and kissed her lips again, this time letting my tongue slip out and taste her lips. Mom shuddered and then tensed up again. I kissed her forehead and cheeks and said, “I love you so much Mom.”
Mom answered in a very low breathy voice, “I love you too, I have never been happier.”
I decided to risk it, and I whispered into her ear, “I want to tell you about something I have wanted for many years. I want to make love to you.”
Mom froze and I could feel all her muscles tense. She turned toward me and growled, “Is that what this is all about? You have come sniffing around your old divorced mom, and tonight plying her with drinks, all to get into bed with me? That is so disgusting!”