Good Son

A little over a year ago, my father was in a terrible car accident. Although he survived, the care he needed was far beyond our ability to deliver. It was a hard decision for my mom to make, but with my urging, she decided to admit dad into a nursing facility. As I saw it, this really was the only choice. My dad was so needy and I could not be bothered with this annoyance. The worst part was that mom spent all her time on him, I almost never saw her.

I told her that if we do not do something here, I was going to move out and leave her all alone. Mom broke down and reluctantly gave in. I knew she would, because mom hated being alone. It was her biggest fear and I exploited it for everything it was worth.

Mom took the move of Dad very hard and for the next year, she fell into a deep sad depression. Weird, although I felt her pain, this tragedy did not seem to bother me all that much. Secretly I was excited. I kept thinking, with dad away, mom could now focus all her attention to me. After awhile, I got sick of her depression and again told her I’m moving out and will leave her all alone if she doesn’t at the least, pretend to be cheery when I’m around. I don’t think she really snapped out of it, but shortly after we spoke, mom became extremely generous with me. She begged me to stay home and not get my own apartment. Money for a new car, Wide HD Flat screen, whatever I wanted she gave me. I admit it was a bit selfish of me to take advantage of her like this and take these things; I mean, I knew why she was doing this but fuck it, I deserve these things. Right? haha

Reluctantly, I did start to feel some guilt about taking advantage of her desperation. So not being totally selfish, I decided to do something nice in return. On the anniversary of the night Dad went into the home, I took mom out to a nice, dark Italian restaurant for dinner to thank her for all she has given me as well as a night out away from her sadness.

Although I wanted to show her a good time, I also wanted her to be grateful for me staying as well as fearful of me leaving. So, to do so, I purposely stayed away from her for a couple of weeks to make her really miss me. I also Messed with her car making her stranded at home And feeling even more isolated and alone. Yeah I know I’m a real D bag but I wanted her to be grateful to have me around. Smart right?

Anyway, think what you want because, it really worked. When I picked mom up for dinner she was all over me with hugs and kisses. Where have you been? She cried. I clearly saw how lonely she had been. What a rush to have her long for me so much. Unlike the normal skank’s I’ve dated; only my mother can make me feel like I’m a G-D.

As a side note, Linda, my mom is in her late forty’s and not a bad looking woman. Growing up mom was the perfect Suzy Home Maker. She looked like she came right out of a cheap 50’s sitcom, but hotter. I would often catch my friends eating her baked cookies while starring at her ass and small but very cute tits. Linda has these fucking hot pointy ass nipples. No matter what the temperature, Mom nips seem to almost cut through her tops. I’ve never been out with her and not had some Jackass stare at them with serious desire. I too often wander what they must taste like.

Sometimes I would fantasize about Mom sexually, but not in a loving way. I really don’t know why, but my thoughts were always of me dominating and abusing her. Once I had a dreamed she was in the kitchen baking some shit and I came up to her from behind, lifted her up off her feet and tossed her face down on the table in the flour and dough and force fucked the shit out of her ass as she begged me to stop. Pleading with G-D for help!!

Now that I think of it, it seems like more and more, the only way I could cum these days is when I’m thinking of dominating and forcing mom for sex. I know! Sick, right? She always loved me and hardily ever denied me anything I ever asked for. I guess I’m just a spoiled selfish child.

Anyway, back to our night out. I had selected this one restaurant because they had a great wine selection. Mom loved the red wine and to be truthful, I wanted to get her drunk. We had a nice dinner and a two bottles. I was starting to feel good and since Mom is a very petite woman, I know she was probably feeling happy as well.

After dinner, to cap off the night, I also took her to a small pub she and dad would go to for some nice music and a few Baileys. At the Pub, Mom she saw some old friends and we made a party of it.