Mom Cramps

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I have been away from home for 12 years and am now 31 years old. I got a call from my mother asking if I could visit her for a day or two and help her with the housework. I said, "Sure, Mom, I can come in Friday night, leave early on Sunday, and then go home and get ready for work on Monday." I hadn't seen Mom in about four months, so I was going to visit her.

We live only 45 minutes apart, so I should see her and dad more often than I do, but we're both busy with our own lives.

I got the call on Wednesday so there was plenty of time to be ready for any odd jobs she and Dad needed help with. Dad had a stroke six years ago, and although he wanted to do things, his body couldn't do what his mind told him to do.

Before his stroke, he could do almost anything around the house and do it well. Now, sadly, he just sits there, heartbroken watching what he can no longer do.

Mom, 49 years old, looks healthy, not fat nor thin, 5'6", I'd say about 57kg. A few pounds more, but still your average mom.

Like most boys, I had many fantasies when I was young. Yes, I looked in the clothes basket for her used panties, smelled them, and found stains from her daytime wear. I also masturbated in it many times.

I don't mean to repeat this, but I would love to see her and dad this weekend. Being single, I had no one in my apartment to worry about, no pets, no fish, so when Friday came I was happy to go.

I leave work an hour early on Friday so I won't be too late getting home, well, this has been my home for the first 20 years of my life anyway. I drove home, grabbed my bag from the weekend, and drove to my mom.

I got there around 6pm. Knocked on the door and my mom answered the door, hugged me, and kissed me like I had been gone for years instead of months. I grinned and held her close to my chest, feeling her breasts press against me as we hugged at the door.

She took me inside, closed the door, and told me that dinner would be ready soon and that I could go say hi to Dad. I walked into the living room and saw my dad sitting in the recliner watching the evening news. His eyes flicked to me as I walked into the room, but he looked distant.

I walked over to him, hugged him, and asked him how he was doing. He has struggled to speak since the stroke, but he was quick to make his point. I asked him if he needed anything and that I needed to talk to my mom. He nodded "no," so I walked into the kitchen and sat down while Mom finished dinner. Her kitchen smelled wonderful and the aroma brought back so many wonderful memories of the past.

Mom was as busy as ever while cooking and I watched her hips sway as she walked from the stove to the refrigerator, how her clothes would hug her as she bent over to reach for something at or from the bottom of the refrigerator butt. As I stared at her, I felt a throbbing in my waist.

We chatted for a few minutes about my life and work and if I had a new woman in my life I had to pee so I had to go to the bathroom. Mom looked back, "Honey, use the one in our bedroom, the other one is one of the things I need your help with, the toilet is leaking, so turn off the water." I said, "Of course, Mom, we can check tomorrow One click and it was easily fixed.”

I went into her bathroom and peed, making sure I put the lid back on, she hated that we didn't have it as I remember, when I turned to leave I saw the clothes basket with the lid open and there was a bra and a pair of panties on top . Well, old habits die hard and even though I thought I had broken that habit, I guess I haven't.

I reached for her bra and I saw the label inside, 34 b. They weren't big by any means, but I remember seeing them a few times as a kid and they were tiny and they were droopy and the thought of them brought a smile to my face.
I remember her nipples were thick and long, with light brown haloes, about the size of a half dollar. I smelled it and smelled a faint scent of her perfume on it. Then I reached out and picked up her used panties;

I saw her familiar wet stains, and even a few pubic hairs clinging to them. I put them to my nose and took a breath and oh the memories came flooding back to me as my cock got hard.

Not wanting to be questioned for my delay, I placed them back in the basket and returned to the kitchen. "Dinner will be ready soon, dear, would you like some tea or something?" she asked.

"Of course, Mom, the tea party will be great, thank you." She poured me a cup of sweet tea, and I sat down and chatted for a while.

"Okay, you go find your dad, let's eat." She told me a few minutes later, and I got up to find my dad. He fell asleep on the chair, and I gently shook him awake, "Dad? Dinner is ready. Are you hungry? I asked him. He nodded, and I helped him get up and go to the kitchen.

I had no idea how hard it was for mom to have to do this every meal because he was leaning on me and basically stumbling into the kitchen with him.

We ate, and my mother and I chatted for a while while my father ate slowly. After eating, my mother said: "I will take dad to bed. He likes to lie down after dinner. Come back soon."

While I was waiting, I started washing her dishes in the dishwasher. Soon she came back and we put the leftovers together and I noticed she was always there for me as we were.

When we finished cleaning up the kitchen, we went to the living room to watch TV and Mom asked, "Do you want anything to drink? If you want a mixed drink, I have some bourbon!" "Sure, Mom, that sounds great. "

She stood up and made a stiff drink for the two of us, and we sat on the sofa, drank some wine, and talked.

"Mom, I don't know how bad Dad's health has been these past few months. Why don't you say something? I or Jan or Jen (my two sisters, one older and one younger) will come over to help you deal with it. Him. I asked.

"Well, you kids have your own lives to live and he's not that big of a burden, although I do miss his help with fixing up the house. And..." Her voice trailed off as I could only guess at her means the last sentence.

We finished our drinks and this time I got up and made us another. Mom never drank much, so she got drunk easily. We finished watching something on TV and she told me "I'm going to bed now, not that there's anything you can give me!"

Again I could only think of one meaning to her statement.

I turned off the TV, went back to my original room, took off my clothes and fell on the bed. I thought they had bought a new mattress and I quickly fell asleep. I slept well, well and dreamlessly.

I got up earlier than usual so I wanted to start repairing the toilet early, I went in to see what was needed and found out it was just a simple repair so I went to the nearest shop to grab the supplies needed and was back in less than 45 minutes Arrived home.

When I came back, Mom still wasn't moving and Dad wasn't moving either, so I went to the garage, found the tools I needed, and got to work. Not long after, I heard my mom walking down the hall, "Well, you woke up really early, son, do you need some coffee? I'm going to make some."

"Okay, Mom, thank you," I replied, noting that she was wearing the same old blue gown from years ago, even more exposed than before from years of use. I looked at her ass again as she walked away and headed to the kitchen.

Her ass didn't look like a model's, nor that of a large woman, but it looked soft and swayed slightly as her hips swayed as she walked. I returned to the task at hand and was halfway done when she came back with two cups of coffee.

She bent down and handed me one and when I sat up I caught a glimpse of her robe, she was wearing some nice green panties and I even saw some of her pubic hair sticking out the sides of her leg holes.

I quickly turned my gaze to her face and I knew she caught my gaze but didn't seem angry or upset. Even though it was just a quick glance, I saw enough to give me something to work on when I go back to bed tonight.