Mommys Help ch.4

As the Tuesday morning sun entered my bed, it took me a second to determine whether or not last night was a dream or reality. My lips formed a wide grin, as I clearly remembered my mother’s cheeks filling up with my sperm. I could not believe my mother went through such great lengths to get my sample for the doctor. Then when I think about it, I am her son and this just proves how much she loves me. She is doing all these things just to make sure her boy is healthy. I decided to do something special in return, but first needed to shower and get dressed.

Once I was all showered up and grabbed a quick meal, I started cleaning up my room and the bathroom. My mother had just cleaned yesterday, but I thought if she came home and had seen that I tidied up a little she would be pleased. After giving the bathroom a once over, I started on my bedroom. This had taken me longer than expected, due to the fact that I leave my clothes, dishes, and drinking glasses everywhere.

It was twelve in the afternoon once I finally finished cleaning up. I grabbed my phone to text message my mother. I knew she was at work, but she usually writes back to me anyway. I found her name and started typing, “Hey ma, I kind of have a little surprise for you when you get home!”

Two minutes later my phone beeped and the message read, “Oh boy, this week has been full of surprises, what is it now Phil?”

“Ha-Ha no ma, this surprise is a good one! I cleaned up my room and the bathroom for you.” I responded to her text.

“Ugh damn Phil, why did you have to do something sweet today out of all days!” I was confused to see this message but read the next one. “Whatever Phil, remember when I said last night you are going to pay dearly for looking at me? We’ll you’re so lucky, since you did something from your heart and cleaned for me. I’ll give you two options…”

The text message got cut off because of it length. I waiting anxiously to see what the hell mom was babbling about. Then I heard the beep on my phone again and it read, “You need to drop off last nights sample and today’s sample at the doctors before five o’clock.”

I started to write back but got cut off by another message. “You have two choices, considering I won’t be home before five. You can get the sample yourself, and have it at the doctors before five o’clock. Your second option is you come to my job soon and I’ll get your sample for you. I am warning you, if you come to my job it’s going to be a bitter sweet experience, so make a decision with your big head for once.”

I was a little shocked that mom would even waste all that energy writing me those long text messages. If she knew me at all, she would have just told me to go to her job. To be honest, the first option is not even an option to me.