Mom's Helping Hands Ch. 03

He walked down the stairs in a pair of boxers, yawning loudly and stretching.

"Afternoon, sleepy head." He heard his mother exclaim from the living room. He looked over to see her between half shut eyelids. She was sitting on the couch in front of the television, turned around in her seat to look at him.

He finished yawning and looked at her confused. "What time is it?" he asked. Looking for the clock on the wall.

"12:40" she replied. "You slept in kind of late today"

He remembered the night before and cringed. He had stayed up all night reading textbooks for school.

"Yeah... I've been studying for mid-terms. I'm surprisingly nervous."

She smiled at him and stood up, walking around the couch. "You'll do fine, I just know it."

She was wearing a light blue dress today. It struck him as odd, and looked somewhat out of place on her. It wasn't that she wasn't feminine, it was just that her choice of clothing rarely consisted of a dress unless it was a special occasion.

This was definitely not a special occasion dress, though. It was a very plain, sky blue sundress. It hugged her just enough to give the mind only the smallest impression on the curves of her body.

"You hungry? I can whip you up some breakfast... er... lunch" she corrected with a smile.

The growling of his stomach was all the answer he needed, but just to be safe he smiled and happily accepted the offer.

Sitting at the kitchen table, he watched as she began to open up the pantry and look through her options. He looked at the probing look on her face and smiled. She looked so cute when she was thinking hard.

He had started to notice her body during her daily visits to his room. After 38 years and one child, he knew that she was no supermodel, but she had definitely kept up with herself. It wasn't until recently, though, that he had truly started to really look at all of her features. He didn't find her sexy, so to speak, but he found her extremely cute, which worked better for him anyway.

She reached to move something on the top shelf, her large breasts protruding outward. He smiled and couldn't help but watch intently. In the month since they had started their visits again, he had tried twice more to get her to take her top off, but she had quickly refused both times. He was still too nervous to try and push for it, so he hadn't pursued further.

"How about Bacon and Eggs? It's all I can find right now. I'll have to go grocery shopping today, I guess." She said.

"Sounds good to me, you know I'll eat anything you make."

She smirked and looked over at him. "And you'll like it, too!" she commented with a laugh.

"You know I always do, you are the best chef in the world, after all." He said with a smile.

"I want you to remember something, son. Flattery will get you EVERYWHERE in life."

He gave a genuine laugh at that. He enjoyed talking and joking with his mother. They both had the exact same sense of humor, as well as the same interests in literature and films. Some of the best memories of his childhood were nights where he and his mother had stayed up late to watch monster movie marathons on cable.

"So, why are you studying so hard? I thought you had gotten caught up with all of your classes again." She said, as she put the eggs in the pan to fry.

He put his weary head on his arms on the table. "I have, but I am terrible at taking tests. I could know every single answer and still fail it. I just start reading the questions and all of a sudden I'm totally confused."

"I'm sure you'll do fine" she said, "You just have to stay calm, read every question twice if you have to."

The smell of the bacon began to waft into his nose, slowly waking him up.

"Do you want to go to the grocery store with me in a little bit?" She asked.

He tried to remember if he had planned anything that day, but couldn't remember anything specific. "Sure, just let me eat and take a shower and we can go."

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He walked up and down the aisles, regretting his decision. It had been so long since he had gone grocery shopping with her that he had forgotten how insanely boring it could be.

"Hmmmm... Should I get fresh tomatoes, or just go with the canned?" She asked. A question for him as much as for herself.

I honestly could not care any less... He thought. He stared off down the aisles, burning the memory into his mind to turn down the offer next time she asked him to go. As he was trying to memorize his hatred for grocery shopping, he heard the loud sound of her yelp in surprise. He turned quickly to see a box of spaghetti hit the ground as a kid, probably around 16 or 17, not much younger than he was, step away from her.

"Sorry about that, I wasn't looking where I was going..." the teenager said.

His mother gave him a small wave to tell him that it was alright and proceeded to pick up the spaghetti noodles as he walked away.

"Dumb kid." Daniel said quietly.

"Oh be nice, he probably just got all flustered because he can't find his mommy."

Daniel laughed audibly. There was that great sense of humor again.

They continued on down 2 more aisles. The constant questions about which pasta he preferred over another, or which pudding was better were beginning to break his tension. He wanted out so badly that he stared at the cleaning supplies, silently debating on whether downing a bottle of bleach was preferential to continuing the shopping trip when he heard her yelp again.

He turned to see another teenage boy quickly walking away.

"Sorry about that." The boy said as he hurried away. She just brushed herself off and continued on, barely paying attention.

Daniel watched him pass as he rushed off. He was probably about a year younger than the first kid. As soon as he reached the end of the aisle, the first boy appeared and high fived him.

At that moment he knew exactly what was happening. His blood began to boil as his face flushed with anger. He was having a hard time trying to restrain himself from running down the aisle towards them. If he was right though, he would have his chance very shortly.

They started to walk down another aisle. He gave short answers to all of her questions, looking around for what he was anticipating. Soon enough, another boy, probably around 16 as well, walked down the aisle, stopping to stare at a spice rack.

Sure, I know all kinds of 16 year olds who need paprika... he thought silently.He needs to figure out a better strategy next time... If I don't make him too scared to do it again, at least.

Daniel had never spent much time playing sports or working out. He had spent most of his time inside on the computer or hanging out with friends, so he wasn't very bulky or muscular. He was rather lean, but he imagined that he could still scare the hell out of some 16 year old kid out for a thrill.

He waited until they got close to passing, and just as he expected, the kid turned quickly, pretending to check something on the other side, bumping into his mother.

He moved faster than he thought he could, fueled by anger. He grabbed the kid by the shirt, lifting him up a couple inches and slamming him against the shelves, knocking down several cans of soup onto the tiled supermarket floor.

"Listen to me, you little shit!" he said loudly, thumping him against the shelves once more for good measure. "You and your little friends better get the hell out of here. If I see you in here trying to get cheap thrills again, I'm going to beat the shit out of all 3 of you, you understand?"

The kids head was shaking up and down furiously. Daniel had to hold in a laugh as the teenager looked like he was about to burst into tears. He threw him down to the floor and pointed toward the front of the building, where the exit was located.

He scrambled to get to his feet and ran as fast as his legs would take him toward the front. He made it to the front of the aisle, where his friends had been waiting, and continued to run as fast as his legs would take him. The other two looked at each other confused, then looked down the aisle at Daniel. Not knowing what else to do, they quickly followed him as fast as they could out the door.

"DANIEL! What the hell was that about!? Are you out of your mind!?" She demanded loudly in the middle of the aisle. She looked almost as furious as he had felt a few minutes ago.

He looked at her, a bit embarrassed by his conduct and the vocabulary he had used, even if it was for her benefit. He put his hand behind his head and looked at the ground.

"Well... they were... the kids who kept bumping into you were... uhhh... they were trying to feel you up, mom." He said, shyly.

"... What?" She asked, confusion and shock in her voice.

"Those kids, they were "accidentally" bumping into you so that they could grab your ass."

She looked over her shoulder at her own rear end, almost to make sure that it was still there. "Are you sure? How do you know?" She asked, sounding upset.

"Well... It's one of those things that teenage guys do... pretend to bump into a girl so that you can get a handful." He said, almost like stating something that should be common knowledge.

"Did you ever do this?" She asked accusingly.

"What!? No! Of course not! I would never do that!" He exclaimed loudly.

"... Good... Let's finish shopping." She said as she started to pick up the cans that he had knocked down.

Reaching down to help her pick up the cans, he felt a sharp pain shoot up his arm into his shoulder. He knew that he was a bit out of shape, but he didn't think he would pull a muscle lifting that kid up. He rubbed his arm as she finished putting the cans on the shelf.

She walked up to him and hugged him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Even still, though, you're my hero." She said with a smile.

His cheeks turned bright red. Even after a full 18 years, he still felt embarrassed when she complimented him. It made him feel like a child again when she praised him for things.

They finished shopping, and he, being the strong young man, helped her carry most of the bags to the car. Halfway through the parking lot, he had to stop to put some of the bags down and rub his right arm.

"Are you okay?" She asked with concern.

"Yeah... I think I just pulled a muscle when I picked that kid up." He said, massaging his right arm.

"Well here, give me those." She said, hurrying to pick up the bags he had set down. They continued to walk toward the car, leaving him with only 1 armful of groceries as she watched him with concern. "I don't want you hurting yourself."

He smiled as they reached the car, helping her put the groceries in the trunk of the car.

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She had just finished putting the groceries away in the kitchen, walking out to the living room where he sat. "Okay, turn around."

"What?" He asked, confused.

"I'm going to give you a back rub. You said you pulled a muscle in your arm. This will help you relax." She said, sitting down next to him on the couch.

He decided not to question her and do as she says. Turning in place on the couch and removing his shirt.

Her arms slowly started to massage his arm, sending chills up his spine and giving him almost instant relief. She slowly worked his muscles with her fingers, moving up his arm and across his back, then back down his arm. By the time she finished, he felt completely relaxed.

He laid back on the couch and smiled at her. "Thank you, that was amazing."

She smiled back at him. "You're welcome. After all, I have to thank my hero somehow."

He smirked at her. "I'm definitely going to add that to the list of things that you do amazingly with your hands."

He immediately froze after speaking. He hadn't thought about that comment as much as he should have before he had said it, and immediately regretted it. Her eyes went wide as saucers as she stared at him and her cheeks blushed red furiously. "I... uh... I mean..."

She turned and coughed into her hand, trying to partially cover her face. Waving her other hand at him to let him know he did not need to continue with his thought.

He stood up, the relaxation he had felt moments earlier already working itself back into a knot. "I'm going to go up to my room." He said, standing and beginning to walk toward the stairs, trying to get away before she could reply. She nodded and let him leave, not commenting as he walked away. He could almost swear that the tension in the room was a physical entity that was weighing down on him more and more with each step he took. By the time he reached the stairs, he was more than eager to get away from the awkwardness that his own stupid mouth had caused.

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The day continued on, both of them avoiding each other for several hours before things slowly started to become like any other normal Saturday, and they both acted like he had never said anything.

She cleaned what little was dirty in the house and did laundry while Daniel spent most of the day in his room. She sat down in the living room and curled up on the sofa, reading a new romance novel she had picked up at the book store several days ago. Aside from spending 15 minutes in Daniel's room for her daily visit, she spent the whole day there, reading her book.

The front door opened and she jumped in her seat, looking at the door to see her husband walking into the house. She looked at the clock on the wall.

How had it gotten so late!? she thought.

"Welcome Home." She told him, walking to the front door to take his coat, like a good wife would. She leaned in for a kiss, only to be given a brief peck on the lips before he walked off toward the kitchen. She walked into the kitchen to follow him as Daniel came downstairs, entering the kitchen as well to get a drink.

His father looked up and saw him, "Hey, kid." Daniel looked up and gave him a brief nod.

Her husband looked around the kitchen and looked to her. "So, what's for dinner?"

"Well..." She started, "I thought we could order in tonight. I waited till you got home to see what you wanted to order."

He thought for a second, then nodded. "Not a bad idea, it's been a while since we had some pizza." He said, as he walked past them to go up the stairs.

Daniel passed him and walked to the refrigerator, a big smile across his face.

"What are you smiling about?" She asked, her hands on her hips.

"You didn't want to order in tonight. I bet you spent most of the night reading that new novel you bought a few days ago, didn't you?"

Leave it to him to see right through her deception. They were far too close to each other to be fooled by a lie such as that. It proved the point all the more that he had guessed she was reading the novel.

She gave him a sly smile, "Maybe, but that can just stay between you and I."

He laughed and walked past her as she picked up the phone to call for the pizza.

Forty-five minutes later, they were all sitting around the table, having one of their extremely rare family dinners. She and Daniel spoke about what had happened lately, while her husband pretended to listen. After they had finished, he began telling them about some case at work that he found very interesting, that made them both want to leave the table still hungry rather than continue to listen.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, smiling. "So let me tell you what happened today..."

She proceeded to tell him about their encounter with the teenagers at the grocery store. Laughing slightly at her own naivety as she told the story, leaving out the part about Daniel pushing one of the teenagers against the shelves.

"Well, boys will be boys." Her husband said, reaching for another piece of the pizza.

She stared at him dumbfounded as he took a bite.

Boys will be boys!? she thought. 20 years ago, when they had first married, he would have jumped out of his seat and charged straight out the door on a blood hunt if she had even insinuated that someone had given her a funny look that day. Now, she was telling him about being physically groped, and he seemed to have more concerned with not dropping any pizza crumbs than with actually giving her a decent answer.

"Boys will be boys?" Daniel asked him in an incredulous tone. "That's not "Boys will be boys". They were grabbing her ass..."

"Daniel! Not at the table!" she chimed in, berating him for swearing.

He looked over at her, "No! That's BS! That's not something you say to your wife when she tells you someone was feeling her up."

He looked at his son. "I'm sorry, you're right. You should be more careful, but you should have figured out what they were doing a lot sooner."

She hung her head. "Yes... I suppose you are right..."

Daniel looked at him and pushed his plate away. "Sorry, I'm not really hungry anymore." He stated, getting up from the table and walking to the stairs. He looked back one last time before leaving the kitchen, seeing his mother giving him a sad smile.

He knew what the smile meant. It was her silent way of thanking him for sticking up for her. They didn't need words to convey how they felt to one another. They knew each other well enough that a single smile could tell the other one an entire story.

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The next day was a lazy Sunday. He had spent most of the day in his room on the computer while his mother stayed downstairs reading. He tried to study, but it wasn't working. He decided to give up on it for the day and just play some games.

He play for a few hours before his libido began to get the better of him. Rather than go and get his mother to give him a hand job, he decided to spend a little time watching some erotic videos on the Internet.

Opening his browser, he loaded up his favorite sites and began to search through video after video, finding some that were very arousing, and others that just turned him off immediately. He had never been a big fan of hardcore pornography. He liked more realistic amateur videos, as long as they weren't too grainy and low quality, of course.

He found a video of a 40 year old woman and cringed, closing the page immediately. She had definitely let herself go quite a bit, and it was not appealing to want to see more of the video.

He thought of his mother's body, the way it looked when she had exposed her breasts to him. The slim waist and tummy with very little fat on it. Her use of a bra had limited gravity's effects on her breasts. They hung lower than they did when she was 20, of that he had no doubt, but she was still a far cry better than most women her age he had seen on the web. She was definitely no teenager. No one would doubt her true age of 38, but the fact was that she had taken very good care of herself, limiting age's effect on her body.

He continued to click through videos as his arousal grew, until he came across a video of a man receiving a blowjob. He watched it all the way through without skipping. That was one of the biggest fantasies he had since puberty. He wanted to receive a blowjob. He had often masturbated to the thought of different girls in his class on their knees in front of him, bobbing their head up and down on his cock until he came, filling their mouth with his semen. Unfortunately, though, he had always been too shy to talk to most girls, and had very few dates throughout high school.

He continued to watch videos of blowjobs for another hour until his mother walked in. He jumped in surprise, not realizing he hadn't locked the door. Thank God he hadn't been watching a loud video.

She smiled at him from the doorway. "Hey, you busy?" She asked. He quickly closed the browser on his PC and replied. "Nope, not really."

She walked in and closed the door behind her, locking it as she always did when she came for her "daily visit". He looked her up and down as she turned to come toward him. She was wearing a green tank top with a pair of grey sweat pants. It was something that someone would wear for pajamas, or just a lazy day. On her, though, it looked so incredibly cute, and very alluring. It showed just enough of her cleavage to make his mind race. He cursed her silently, noticing the bra straps showing behind the tanktop straps. This would be the perfect shirt to wear braless.