It's not looking good... for her.

I quickly don some sweat pants; forget the shirt, I'm in a hurry here. No sooner do I exit my room do I hear her pleas again.

I smile. And with that, a movement in my sweat's to match. Does that make me abominable, I don't know.

Ever closer, I round the corner into her room. If she's disturbed by my lack of upper clothing she doesn't show it. If anything, she's relieved.

"M-om!?"

I engineer a fake shocked expression, at least I think I did. It seemed to work as I saw her try to cover her immodesty. Too bad for her there's only so much she can do without her hands.

Oh? What's that?

Giving her a moment, I spot mister 'Black' perched beside her bed. If that wasn't obvious I didn't know what was. Huh, must've fallen in her struggles. Now, let's see how this plays out.

"What's all the screaming about mom, you had me worried there for a second."

Effectively covering herself to the best of her ability, I waited for her answer. Satisfied, I saw her open her mouth. But, going by her look, she seemed angry.

"What took you so long?" Pausing, she regathered her sheet cover with her elbows as she saw my gaze wander. "I've been calling you for a while now, and don't think, 'But I was tired' will cut it."

I didn't let it show but I was frowning internally. No good deed goes unpunished huh? And here I was going to take things nice and easy, well, not now.

Turning to leave, I make as if I'm going. I can't make things too easy for her, now can I?

"Wait... Where are you going?"

Her words stunted, no doubt shocked by my actions. She's probably thinking what's come over me, too bad she'll never guess in a million years. With that, I turn back.

"I don't know mom. All I'm trying to do is see if you're okay and if you need any help, but all I'm getting is passive aggression. What would you do if you're me?"

A sparkle draws me eye. Ah shit. An ugly thought spawned in my mind, one that involved my dad leaving. Did my actions overlap with his?

"I-m sorry," I apologized knowing I led to this outcome.

Sniff.

"It's okay. It's just, I've been calling you all morning after I realised I couldn't get dressed."

She had a ruefull expression. Probably wandering why she couldn't perform such a basic function she only had been able to the day before.

Ok, I'll bite.

I try not to let my mask of sadness slip, while moving closer to see where the problem lie.

"Why can't you get dressed?"

It seemed such a simple question, but how would she answer?

An internal struggle, then monologue, must've brewed within her as I saw her think about the question. Had my ownership taken total effect?

"A-herm. I know this is a bit much to ask of your mother, but I'll be needing to borrow your hands okay?" Her words were almost borderline pleading with a touch of helplessness in it.

"Sure... Mom. You don't even have to-" I grew quite all of a sudden.

My eyes swivelled to where her hands were hidden under the sheets. Did she mean my hands, or the ones I own on her? My thoughts were soon interrupted.

"I know, I know. Just till I get the hang of things again, okay?" Her face just said it all.

Damn puppy dog eyes. Always hitting me in the feels. You win mom.

I guess she took my ongoing silence as refusal. She swooped forward to look up at me from the bed, too bad she miscalculated.

Heart skipping a beat, I'm unceremoniously treated to a morning preview of her fleshly breasts. I rubbed my hands between my waistbands to dislodge the half-chub I'm getting. I motion with my eyes, and she looked down curiously.

"Ahh, close your eyes!" She must've felt the wind first, or maybe my eyes, but she sorta clued on. A pink blush turned her face crimson as I shut my eyes. After some shuffling I heard her voice again. " Okay, you can open them now."

Once again composed, I saw her waiting for my answer. She was back to normal all of a sudden.

A fire lit within when I thought about her not acknowledging what just happened. Fine. You're not gonna mention anything about what just happened huh? Well, that suits me just fine. The egde of my lips crack when I think back on last night, there's no unseeing that.

Like a well cooked meal, I knew how to savor the build up. No use popping the bubble. Let's just agree with her for now. Smirking, I'm anticipating what's to come.

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It was now night time. Curiously, I was left to fend for myself after having had dinner, my mother had chosen to have takeout of all things. I guess after the long day she had, she thought it would be easier. I didn't blame her though. Now she was out with her friends. I think she called it a girls reunion if I remember. Rolling my eyes, I thought about her old friends she was seeing and I knew it wouldn't end well.

Opening a can of beer I switched on the TV and perched on the couch. I don't really watch it, it's more for the sake of having something on than sitting in muted silence.

I find my mind wandering to the days events. My beer froths as I chuckle into the lip. How the wheel of life turns.