Redeeming Mom

There comes a time in every boys life where it suddenly hits him that he is now a man with many responsibilities. For me that time came when I was 16. My new responsibility was being my moms protector…among other things.

I remember it as if it was just yesterday. It was late at night and I was sound asleep when I was jolted wide awake by screaming and yelling. When you were raised in a house of abuse, one would think you eventually get used to it at a certain point. I tend to believe that a person never truly gets used to it.

The guy I call Chuck is technically my father although I never refer to him as my father. He is an abusive alcoholic and he never liked me anyways. He was always convinced that I was not his kid and he made no bones about reminding mom and I every chance he got. He was just a miserable pretentious bastard and I never wanted anything to do with him.

Mom on the other hand was the sweetest woman I knew. We have always had a close bond because deep down inside we had an unspoken agreement that we were in the same position and that we knew we only had each other. I love her deeply.

When I heard her screams, I leaped out of bed in just my boxers. When a loved one is in trouble, modesty no longer comes into play. I ran down the hall and got to the top of the staircase just in time to see Chuck give mom a few very hard back hand slaps to her face before storming out the door.

“Fuck you bitch!” He yelled without even looking back at her.

Her body hit the floor in a heap and I flew downstairs to help her. I could have run straight out the door to confront him but as long as he was gone that was good for me. My only care right now was mom. I reached down and touched her as she was face down on the floor. Her body tensed and recoiled a little bit but when she looked up finally and saw it was me, I suddenly realized that her reaction was fear. She hadn’t even realized that it was me that was now standing next to her. When she saw my face, she was visibly relieved and clutched me tight. I could see heavy bruising starting to form on her face. When I gently touched her face, she cried out in pain making me quickly withdraw my hands. I helped her to her feet and to the couch so she could lay down.

“I think I need to get you to the hospital mom.”

“I’m fine, really” she struggled a little to say.”It’s just sore, a little bruising probably but I will be okay baby. I will just be ugly for a while.”

I was put off by her comment and I told her as much.

“You are not ugly. Don’t ever let anybody tell you that you are either. In fact, you are…perhaps the most beautiful woman I know.”

I don’t know why I hesitated while telling her that. Probably because I have never actually said it to her before until now even though I meant it with all my heart. She was a stunning small petite woman with long, incredibly soft dark brown hair with a reddish tint. Her eyes were always my
focal point because they were big and expressive and I often got lost in them. When I told her that I thought she was beautiful she only looked at me for the longest time before managing a smile.

“Whats going to happen now?” She wondered.

“You just leave him to me. He isn’t going to hurt you ever again.”

In reality I have long since cared about what he did to try and hurt me. He has been dead in my eyes for several years now so hurting me is not something I allow him the satisfaction of doing. I did however care about what he did to mom and tonight it was going to end.

As she lay resting on the couch, I occupied my time going through the house locking doors, shutting out various lights, grabbing a chair from the dining room and some duct tape from the garage. Mom watched in silence as I went about my business and if she was at all curious about what I had planned to do she never came out and asked. I believe she just trusted me more than anything that I was going to keep any promises that I make to her.

There really was no telling where he went in his rage or when he was even coming back. When I had everything done that I needed to do, I looked at mom. She was still smiling at me even though she had a small trickle of blood on the corner of her mouth. I wasn’t sure if she even realized it at this point.o

“Come on mom. Let me run you a hot bath to clean you up and sooth the pain.”

I helped her off the couch and walked her to the bathroom. Sitting her on the toilet seat, I ran the water and added some of her favorite bubble bath. Once the tub was full, it suddenly dawned on me that mom might need some help getting in but obviously I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Mom had to undress to get in and I hadn’t ever seen mom in a state of undress before. I think she sensed my sudden awkwardness as she spoke to ease my mind.

“It’s OK Jason.”

I wasn’t sure of what to do all of a sudden. I mean I have been doing a relatively good job so far of taking care of her but this obviously changed things a little bit.”

“I will turn around so you can have a little privacy.”

Mom surprised me with her next words of comfort.

“I am OK with it if you are.”

I thought about it for a moment but decided to just voluntarily turn my back to her. She raised her nightgown off of her body and then slipped into the tub. When she sat down in the hot water, she was covered by the thick suds from the shoulder up.

“I am in now baby.”

I turned around and saw mom sitting against the back of the tub so I knelt on the floor next to her and proceeded to wet a wash cloth and clean her face and shoulders. I would have liked to clean more but this was about me taking care of her, not thinking about myself. Besides, I was inexperienced and didn’t have much of a clue what to do with it if I had it.

“I am so sorry I had to bring you up in this mess baby. You have always taken good care of me and you deserve much better. I guess for so long now I just held out hope that he would change. No matter how bad it got, you were always my one and only good thing in life. I love you Jason. I love you so much.”

She was almost in tears telling me all of this and I listened intently while caressing her skin with the soapy cloth.

I love you too mom” I said while leaning in and giving her a lingering kiss on her left temple.

When I finally drew back, she gazed intently into my eyes.

“You know, it’s been a long hard night. I think the hot water will do us both a world of good. Why don’t you come in and join me.”

I couldn’t believe mom was actually inviting me to join her naked in a bath tub. I was eager but a bit shy and once again she sensed it in my hesitation and again said her comforting words to put me at ease.

“I will turn my head.”

I hesitated for a second but then nodded in agreement. She closed her eyes and shifted her body to the front of the tub. Since I was only still wearing my boxers, I was naked in front of my mom in a matter of a couple of seconds. I stepped in behind her and sat down in the hot soothing water and mom having sensed my presence, moved back until she was reclining her naked back against my chest.

I was unsure of what my role was at this point but it took me a matter of seconds to convince myself to just relax and do what I thought was natural. I trusted mom completely and I knew she would be honest with me. What felt completely natural and right was wrapping my arms around her shoulders in a reverse hug and caressing her. I brought handfuls of bath water up to her chest and let it cascade down onto her. She responded by leaning her head back until it was resting on my right shoulder. As she was being taken care of, I heard a slight sigh echo from her lips. As I began to relax I became suddenly aware that my cock was starting to harden between mom and I. Feeling nervous now, I was anything but relaxed since I knew there was no way mom wasn’t feeling it. I didn’t know if she would be suddenly pissed at me and throw me out of the bath but she quickly calmed my fear by lifting her butt slightly to free my dick from it’s confines. The only place it had to go from there was under her ass and between her cheeks where I could feel the head nudging it’s way between her pussy lips.

“There, that’s a little better” she said.

I went back to massaging her shoulders but it seemed mom had other ideas. She reached up and grabbed my left wrist and brought it down to where she held the top of my hand while it was now holding her breast. This was the most incredible feeling I could ever imagine even though I wrestled a little with my thoughts. I love my mom very much and surely this has to be very wrong. Then I thought of Chuck. I know what wrong is.