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Ken got dragged along on a shopping trip. The three women were spending money like it was nothing, piling bags for Ken to carry all day.
"Where are they getting this money?" Ken asked, tired, sitting down on a bench next to his mother while his Aunt and cousin shopped.
"Janet's boss," Darla answered.
"Must be a nice guy."
"Yeah. Listen I just want to thank you again for coming with us."
"Well you needed someone to carry all this stuff," Ken joked.
"Yes, we did," Darla smiled, grabbing his hand, holding it on her bare thigh. "I'd love to reward you tonight with a nice dinner. I know I wasn't much of a cook when you were growing up, but Marie has been teaching me a lot during the past month."
"I see."
"Anyway, I'd love to cook for you tonight. Would that be ok?" Darla asked.
Ken paused for a moment, "Sure, I think that'd be nice."
"Bikini time!" Marie called out to Darla from the store, waving her Aunt inside to join their bathing suit shopping.
Darla squeezed Ken's hand, released her grip, and joined her niece in the store. She glanced over her shoulder at her son and smiled.
Several minutes later, Ken, playing with his phone, was startled by Marie. "Come here!"
"Huh?"
"We need your opinion on a bikini your mom picked out," Marie said.
"Oh, no that's ok, I don't -- "
"Come on!" Marie playfully grabbed his arm, pulling him up.
"But all this stuff here."
"It'll be fine, trust me," She smiled, grabbing his hand, pulling him along.
Inside the store, she once again presented Ken's mother to him. This time she was wearing a simple, black bikini. "Well? Do you like it? As a guy?" Marie asked.
"Wow," Ken's eyes shot open, he never recalled seeing his mother in a bathing suit. "Yeah," He cleared his throat. "That's a good choice, Mom." His eyes trailed over her body. She wasn't perfectly toned, some of her skin sagged, but for a 55-year-old woman, she looked great.
Marie motioned for her to turn around. Ken watched her long, flowing red hair, twirl with her. His eyes went to her ass. It, too, was very nice for an older woman. "Ok, yep, good choice. Can I go now?"
The women giggled, letting Ken go back outside. Darla changed back into her dress, Janet paid for everything with Bob's credit card.
******
The meal that evening turned out to be the best Ken had eaten in months. Going back for seconds, Janet and Marie traded looks with Darla.
"You know Ken, I was thinking you could sleep here tonight," Marie suggested when he took a seat back at the table.
"Well thanks, but I didn't bring anything to change in to and - "
"That's fine," Janet interrupted. "I think it'd be great if all of us spent more time together before my flight in the morning. In fact, your mom and I could each take a couch, you and Marie could take the floor."
"Well, I don't -- "
"Yeah, we can build a bed like we did when we were kids," Marie added.
Ken glanced at his mother. "If you want to, that is," She said quietly.
He paused, "Sure I guess."
"Great!" Janet said.
After dinner, Ken helped clean and put away dishes. "Thanks Mom. Everything tasted amazing," he said, drying a plate.
"Thank you for staying and eating with us," Darla replied, taking a step closer to her son.
Ken picked up on her body language that she wanted a hug. Placing the plate on the counter, he wrapped his hands around her waist, pulling her against him. Darla's arms around his neck, she closed her eyes, breathing in slowly. She kissed his cheek, ending the embrace.
"I'd love to cook for you every night," She said, running her hand up and down his t-shirt covered chest. "I guess to make up for all those TV dinners you had to warm up when you were young."
"Mom, it's fine. You don't have to."
"I know, but I want to," Darla stood taller, kissing his cheek once again, causing Ken's heart to figuratively beat a third time.
"Mom," he whispered, staring into her eyes. "I think that'd be great," Ken agreed after seeing her smile.
The strangest weekend of Ken's life continued later on. He and his cousin had made a pallet of quilts and blankets, but oddly, only one pillow. Marie said they only needed one. To Ken's dismay, he and Marie were going to share a pillow, which meant she'd be lying extremely close to him.
The problem was compounded by the three women all wearing fairly sexy pajamas. Ken immediately felt uncomfortable, seeing their bra-less breasts, tightly hugging the fabric of their tank tops, and their legs going for miles in their tiny bottoms.
Marie snuggled close against Ken, playing with his beard, her breasts pressed against his side, her leg crossed over his thighs.
When Darla and Janet quieted down after chatting about random things, Marie whispered in Ken's ear. "This feels nice, doesn't it? It's so warm and comfortable underneath these covers."
"Yeah. Yeah, it's nice," He said.
"I think we're going to be spending a lot more time together in the near future. Do you have a girlfriend? I'd hate to make someone jealous," Marie whispered, her hand crawling over his upper body.
Ken shook his head. "Good," Marie whispered. "It's going to be so nice to see you and your mother re-build your relationship."
Marie reached around, grabbing Ken's hand, placing it on the small of her back, "Better. Now then, where was I? You and her can date some, if you know what I mean. She's really changed for the better."
Her warm, soft body against his, her hot breath in his ear, her leg across his thighs, Ken found himself erect, struggling to calm himself down. He couldn't recall the last time a woman lay against him like this.
Marie must've felt it, because she slowly moved her thigh across his erection. Ken rolled his eyes in the dark room.
"I found her at her house after New Year's. She was a mess. She was depressed, crying, almost hysterical, rock bottom," Marie explained. "But now things are different."
Marie slowly kissed his cheek, "Things are so much better. And will continue to get better."
Ken was on the verge of shaking with tension.
"Mmm," Marie moaned softly, her thigh no doubt feeling his erection through his pants. "I'll be right back."
"Whew" Ken closed his eyes, relieved, using the reprieve to calm himself.
A moment later, he groaned inwardly, feeling a warm body return to his side. This one was different. He opened his eyes. "Mom?" he whispered. Marie had switched places with her on the couch.
"Hi," She whispered back, snuggling in close. She kissed his cheek, lying in the exact same position Marie was in. Ken's erection was now resting uncomfortably against his mother's thigh.
Darla didn't speak or move, Ken held her. Finally, he was able to calm his penis down with labored breathing, remembering who he was holding.
"What the hell is going on?" He thought to himself, just before sleep took him.
Chapter 5
After saying goodbye to his Aunt Janet the next morning before her flight, giving a fake smile when she told him to take care of his mother, he went home. Ken bathed, ate some food, and got ready for his night at the bar, thinking the unusual weekend was over.
When he returned home after midnight, he found a package at his door. Taking it inside, opening it, laughing when he saw it was cookies. "Marie must be teaching mom how to bake," Ken laughed, eating one.
There was a note inside from his mother: "I'd love to see you tomorrow. Call me if you are available."
Ken did just that. He called his mother when he woke up and they had lunch together. That night, after midnight, he saw a hand written card had been slid under his door.
Picking it up, reading his mother's note, he couldn't help but smile. "Hi. I had a wonderful lunch with you. I hope to see you again soon. Call me."
The next day, they went to the park, walked around, talking. Darla hugged him goodbye, kissing his cheek.
That night there was another note on the floor just inside his apartment. Ken couldn't help but wonder if this was some method Darla read about on how mend broken relationships. Either way, he found the notes adorable. "Had a great time with you today. Can't wait to see you again. I'd love to cook you dinner Sunday."
It was Thursday night. Ken hadn't seen or talked to his mother all day. Close to closing time a familiar face entered the bar.
"You again. Are you going to make this a weekly thing?" Ken asked his cousin, Marie.
"Maybe," She said, sitting on a stool. Ken handed her a Corona.
"You better hurry. I have to close in five minutes," Ken said.
"Aww. Alright," Marie replied. "Listen, your mother is happier than I've ever seen her. I'm happy too. This time you are spending with her is just what she needed."
"Yeah, well, it's not so bad. At least not as bad as I thought it'd be."
"She's really changed. She's staying with me mostly. Since the house is empty, it's kind of nice having her around," Marie said.
"Right," Ken nodded, wiping down a counter top. He went about his closing routine while Marie finished her drink.
"Ready?" He asked.
"Yes," She grabbed his arm, following him to his car.
"Where'd you park? I'll walk you to your car," Ken said.
"I thought I'd go home with you," Marie joked.
"Ha. Sure. You seem a little different too, you know? Really friendly."
"Well, maybe I'm changing too," Marie grinned.
"I see."
"Anyway, I parked right over there. So I'll be ok. This is from me," Marie leaned, giving Ken a kiss on the cheek.
"And this is from your mother," She did the same, except this time, kissing Ken's lips for a few seconds
Ken blinked rapidly, "O-ok."
"Call her. Spend time with her before you work tomorrow," Marie called over her shoulder, walking to her car.
Ken did as was requested, eating lunch with Darla the next day.
Darla grabbed his hand, "Ken, I was thinking maybe I could come over tonight. I could actually go inside your apartment."
"Oh, right. Well I need to clean it first."
"I'll do that," She blurted out.
"No, Mom, you don't have to. I should be the one."
"Please? I want to."
Ken thought for a moment, "Well I guess. If you really want to."
"I do."
"Ok, I'll leave a key under the mat then," Ken said.
His mother hugged him, holding him tightly against her. She ended the embrace and kissed his lips just like Marie had. "I'll see you tonight."
When Ken returned home after closing the bar, he saw another note on the floor: "Welcome home. I'm in your bed. Hope that's ok. If so, please keep me warm."
Ken took a quick look around. Everything was cleaner than it had ever been. There were neat little piles of items his mother didn't know what to do with. The kitchen was spotless, the refrigerator was clean, and the hall bathroom was perfect. Ken felt slight embarrassment thinking about what his mother had to clean. "She volunteered," he thought to himself, shrugging.
Smiling as he removed his clothes down to his boxers, not bothering to bathe the bar stench off him, he climbed in bed behind his mother. She rolled over, half asleep, grabbing his face, kissing him hello and goodnight at the same time.
He rolled onto his back, Darla trailing her fingers up and down his bare chest, kissing his shoulder. Ken smiled, placing his hand on the small of her back, feeling her bare skin, as her t-shirt had ridden up some.
He moaned softly, feeling a warm woman against his body. "I could get used to this," he thought before drifting to sleep.
Chapter 6
"So you ARE making this a weekly thing. Aren't you," Ken greeted his cousin the following Thursday at the bar, right before closing time.
"I am!"
Downing her Corona, before Ken locked up, Marie thanked him once again for spending time with Darla. The past few nights she had stayed with Ken.
"You probably just want your house to yourself to do who knows what," Ken said, locking the door.
"You got me. I do!" she laughed, grabbing Ken's hand, walking to her car. "Get home to your woman."
"My woman?"
"That's right. She's your woman now," Marie said, guiding Ken's hands to her waist, her arms resting on his shoulders.
"I don't know about that."
"She's a grown woman, she has grown woman needs. It'll be our secret," Marie joked.
"Sure."
"Alright. Get home. This is from me," She kissed his cheek. "This is from my mom, because she's happy that you are spending time with her sister," she kissed his other cheek. "Finally this is from your mother, because she's probably asleep at this hour," Marie kissed him on the lips, harder and longer than last week.
Ken blushed, blinking rapidly again, "Alright, well, I better go."
"Keep her warm. She said she loves to snuggle with you," Marie called out over her shoulder on the way to her car.
Ken calmed himself down in the car, taking a few deep breaths. "Ok, relax, she's just being friendly."
Ken drove off, fleeting thoughts of kissing Marie flashing through his head. When he arrived home, he discovered a fresh batch of cookies had been baked. He couldn't help but laugh. He ate one and headed to the shower.
Drying off, he put some boxers on, his mother asleep in his bed. Ken paused, looking at her sleeping form, "My woman," he repeated Marie's words in his head. He thought of his father leaving her, wondering what sort of damage it did all those years ago, empathizing with his mother, climbing in bed to hold her warm body against his.
Marie arrived at her house while on her cell phone, "Yes I'm getting naked. I'm home now."
She pulled off her t-shirt and shorts, revealing her naked body; she wasn't wearing underwear. Walking to her bedroom, she continued her conversation. "Oh I know. I can't wait to meet you in person too. You'll be here in a few weeks and you're staying with me."
Marie climbed into her bed, spreading her legs, playing with her clit, "Mmmm, Bob, I'm going fuck you so hard when you get here. You'll forget all about my mom. You'll want to give all that money to me!"
Marie laughed a bit at something Bob said. "But anyway, yes my Aunt and cousin are getting closer and closer. It's only a matter of time before they go all the way. When you issue that challenge, it'll be extra motivation."
******
"I wished you didn't have to work tonight," Darla told her son Saturday afternoon.
"Yeah, me too. But this place is pretty busy on Saturdays and it's extra money," Ken replied.
Darla hugged him from behind, as he cleaned some dishes in his kitchen, "I'm so glad to be here. I'm glad you're letting me stay. I don't want to go back to my home."
Ken turned around, hugging his mother, "It's no big deal. You seem happy. That's not something I've seen often, so I'm glad you're around."
"You forgive me for being a horrible mother?"
"I'm in my 30's now. I'm not going to cling on to the past. If you want us to be close like this, I'm ok with that," Ken answered. "You weren't horrible. You just had issues."
"Yeah," Darla sighed, resting her head against his chest. "I'm so sorry for driving everyone away."
"Mom, stop," Ken gently pushed her off him. "It's done. Let's focus on going forward."
"Can I move in with you?" she asked.
"Really? What about your house?"
"I'll put it on the market. Sell it. Start over with you here."
Ken watched his mother look down, "I won't get in the way. I won't be clingy or possessive. I just want to be normal with you. Who knows, maybe if your sisters find out how good we're getting along, maybe things can be rebuilt with them too."
Ken sighed, "Ok Mom, go ahead and pack your clothes."
"I have all new clothes. They're at Marie's house."
"Aunt Janet's boss paid for them?"
Darla nodded.
"He seems like a really nice guy, buying you a new wardrobe," Ken glanced at her cleavage. "You're wearing clothes similar to what Marie is wearing."
Darla smiled shyly, "Yeah. You like it?"
"You look nice Mom. You look healthy and happy. You could easily get a boyfriend if you wanted."
"Maybe you could be my boyfriend," Darla whispered, half smiling.
Ken laughed, pulling her in for another hug, "Sure Mom. If I can get a night off work, we'll go out."
Ken got home later than usual that Saturday, close to 3am. When he finally crawled into bed, lying on his back, his mother rolled over. She moaned softly, kissing his chest. Ken ran his hand up and down her back, his hand grazing the top of her underwear, noticing she wasn't wearing shorts. He thought nothing of it, loving the feeling of a woman in his arms, not caring it was his mother.
He woke the next morning to the smell of bacon. Darla was cooking him breakfast.
"Hope you don't mind my lack of clothes," She quietly said when Ken hugged her from behind, thanking her for cooking breakfast.
"Nah, it's ok Mom. Whatever makes you feel comfortable," He said.
"We're family after all," Darla turned around, running her fingers through his hair.
"I don't remember the last time I had a scantily clad woman here anyway," Ken chuckled.
"Well, one is moving in with you now," Darla smiled.
Ken looked her over, his hands on her waist, "Yeah. That's right Mom. You look great too."
Darla blushed, turned around, and finished cooking the bacon. They spent the rest of the day on the couch, cuddling, talking, and watching TV, his mother never bothering to put on pants. She cooked him a delicious early dinner before he left for work for a couple hours to tend a fairly deserted bar.
Chapter 7
Marie's Corona was waiting for her Thursday night at the bar. Ken nodded to her, watching her sit and sip on it.
"So, how are things going with your roommate?" Marie asked.
"Heh. So far so good."
"Is she getting on your nerves?"
"Nope. Things are oddly perfect."
"Why oddly?" Marie asked.
"Well she's very affectionate. But it's different. It's not desperate, clingy, it's almost romantic if anything," Ken answered.
"Good. I'm betting her kisses and embraces are her way of telling you she loves you. She just hasn't gotten the courage to say it verbally yet. I'm sure it's been a long time since she has."
"Could be," Ken said, starting his closing routines.
He walked Marie to her car after locking the bar. She smiled, scratched his beard, and kissed his lips. "Maybe this is how healthy mom and son relationships are," Ken said.
"Maybe!" Marie smiled, getting in her car.
When Ken got home, he showered, crawled into bed, smiling as he held a woman who gradually seemed more like a romantic partner.
They kissed each other the lips hello and goodbye. Ken took her to a movie Saturday afternoon before his shift. They held hands while sharing pop corn. Sunday was another long walk in the park; their fingers entwined with each other's, trading glances and smiles.
After an early dinner, Ken kissed her on the lips, a little longer than usual. "Thanks for dinner. It was great, as usual."
"Thank you for letting me cook for you," Darla said, kissing him in return several times.
"I'm really glad you're here."
"Me too."
******
"I don't have to work Sunday, so I'm taking mom out," Ken told Marie the following Thursday night at the bar.
"Good! Take her someplace romantic!"
"Romantic?"
"Sure! She'll feel so loved and special. Aren't proud of her? She doesn't drink anymore, she wants to spend every waking moment with you," Marie said.
Ken closed and locked the door, Marie taking his hand. "It'll be so much fun. I've never seen her this happy."
"Neither have I," Ken said.
"Well," Marie stopped at her car, throwing her arms around her cousin's neck, "keep it up. Show her love in return. Soon, she'll be able to repair relationships with the entire family."
"Maybe."
"One big happy family. I know you've never had that, but deep down, wouldn't you like it?" Marie asked.
