Son helps Stepmom cope with Dad’s incarceration
My stepmother, Sandy sat at the kitchen table looking down at the bottle of sleeping pills in front of her. She hasn’t been sleeping very well since dad’s been away. Well incarcerated was more like it. He received five years for embezzlement. He hasn’t even been away for a week and poor Sandy is coming unglued.
She looked over at me, “I’m kinda nervous about taking these pills, Mason.”
“You need to sleep, Mom. The doctor wouldn’t have prescribed them to you if he didn’t think it was necessary. I mean good grief Mom you have not slept in days!”
She brushes back her long blond hair and looks at me with her tired blues, “I know Mason. If I could just stop worrying about Teddy I know I could sleep. But who knows how they’re treating your father in that…horrible place.”
I wanted to laugh but I didn’t. Dad was in a country club prison. How bad could he be having it? “For fuck sake! Take the goddamn pills, Mom.” I snapped, feeling a little frustrated.
Sandy’s eyes went wide.
“And as for Dad, you need to stop worrying about him. He knew this day was coming. He’ll be fine. And so will you. I’ll make sure of that.”
“If your father was here you wouldn’t be using that type of language with me, young man!”
I rolled my eyes, “Believe me if Dad were here, I would be in Florida right now. I only have another week of spring break before I gotta be back to the university. And if these pills are gonna put you on the fast track to getting better, then you’re gonna take them. Do you understand. I CAN’T put college on hold, Mom!”
Sandy put her hands to her ears, “I know! I know! I know!”
I went to the kitchen and took a bottle of water from the fridge and I walked back to the dining room. Then I picked up the pill bottle and dumped two of the tiny sleeping pills into my hand. “Here, take these.”
“But Mason the prescription says that I’m supposed to take one before bed time, not two.”
“You’re taking two, Mom.” I snapped.
She folded her arms and shook her head, “No Mason, I’m taking only one.”
I threw the pills at her, ” Well fuck it I’m done! In fact I’m outta here!” I shouted and I turned around and headed for the door.
“Mason! Honey please don’t leave your Momma like this!”
“You don’t trust me, so why in the hell should I be here?”
“I trust you Mason! Look!!” she popped the two sleeping pills and chased them with the water. “Don’t go please Mason. Dr. Thompson said that I need someone to be here while I sleep. Honey. Please!”
I sighed and turned around and walked back and sat down beside her and I took her hand, “Okay Mom.”
She reached over and pinched my cheek, “You’re such a good boy, Mason. Thank you.”
Good boy, huh? I’m a twenty one year old man, not a fucking boy! I patted Mom’s hand and glanced down at her tits. Sandy was wearing a pink spaghetti strap camisole and the material was so thin that I could see the indentations of her nipples pressing against the underside of the fabric. She has some pointy nipples.
Sandy caught me looking and she sighed, “Mason will you please stop that. It makes Momma feel uncomfortable.”
I nodded and shrugged, “Sorry Mom.” I blushed and looked away. Blame it on Dad he’s the one that paid for those modified tits. I dared to read her bra size one day while doing laundry. Sandy has a set of thirty-eight double “D” breasts.
“You’re just like your father.” Sandy pinched my cheek again and then stood up. She suddenly yawned and gripped the edge of the table, “Goodness these pills are working fast. So I better get ready for bed.” she said and with that she bent down and kissed the top of my head. Make sure you check on me every hour, Mason.
“I promise, Mom.”
“Thank you, baby.”
I nodded and watched her walk to the bedroom, her tight ass twitching back and forth in her Black yoga pants. Sandy was thirty eight but she has a nicer body than some of the twenty one year old girls at my university. “Remember to leave the door unlocked, Mom.”
“I will.” Sandy nods and then gives me a smile before she closes the door behind her.