Thirsty MOM

It all started when I woke up around two in the morning and noticed my television was still on from the night before. I scrounged around the sheets trying to find the remote, but to no avail. Sluggishly I stumbled out of bed and shut it off manually. At the moment I didn’t have to pee but figured that the second I lay back down is when the urge would come. I slowly exited my room and started down the hall to the bathroom. I noticed my mother’s television was also left on. I quietly opened the door and noticed that she was fast asleep.

It was really hot and muggy in the deep beige colored room just as the whether had been the past week. Neither my mother nor myself liked air conditioning, her because of the cost of cooling the house, and I because of the aches and pains it left in the joints of my body. The glossy finish of the rosewood trim in her room reflected the blue’s in the television picture and danced little shapes all about the room. The curtains that draped over the six foot windows blew in wild cascade as the dual fan blower in the window shuffled in what cool air there was outside.

I walked over and clicked off the TV and started for the door when my mom began to whimper. I was hesitant as to what to do, and then it seemed as though she was beginning to cry. I felt bad for her because I knew she often had nightmares, but this was the first time I had ever seen her having one.
I slowly approached the bed as she continued the soft cries. I placed my hand on her shoulder and softly shook her. “Mommy?” With my subtle motions she sat directly up in bed and yelled out. I was so startled that I jumped back and smashed my heel on her nightstand.
“Oh dear, honey are you okay?” she asked as she held her hand out for me. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“It’s okay ma, I was just concerned.”
“Mommy was just having a bad dream, that is all.”
In all of the confusion, one of my mothers spaghetti straps from her cream colored top had fallen to the side exposing part of her breast. My mother was quite a pretty looking woman. She was about 5’5”, about 120 pounds, and although she wasn’t skinny, she carried it really well. Her legs were strong and firm, she had a nice round ass, a tummy that was round but not fat, and I would have to say about a C cup. Her hair was long and brown with somewhat “poofy” bangs but not like the girls of the eighties that looked like one had fallen over and invented the Garden Weasel. She was almost always tanned to a light brown, but hardly ever lay out in the sun. Her mouth was small but she had really nice lips that always looked like she was wearing lipstick.
She didn’t notice the strap but explained, “Oh honey, mama sorry. What were you doing up anyway?”
“I had to go to the bathroom and seen your TV was on so I turned it off and noticed you were having a bad dream, and…”
“Hush honey. It’s okay. Thank you.” She gazed into my eyes and seen that I was mildly upset and startled from the ordeal. With an outstretched hand she called me over and asked me if I would like to lay down with her.
“Sure mommy,” I replied and began to climb under the sheets.