Putting Mom to Bed

You and your grandma get your mother to her bed, honestly you are more a hindrance than a help given your own condition but you get her there nevertheless. You lay her down on top of her covers, her head sinks into her soft white pillow.

She looks up at the pair of you. "Thank you Mom, thanks for looking after me."

Your grandma is just looking at you both with concern. "Sure Helen, that's my job darling."

Your mom reaches up and squeezes her hand. "Would you mind leaving Jesse and I alone for a while?"

Grandma nods. "Sure, sleep well Helen." With no awareness of time passing in your stoned mind she is suddenly gone and the door closed, like she had simply disappeared.

You sit at your mother's side as she lay on the bed. Both of you with tired goofy smiles on your faces. She takes your hand and places it on her stomach then holds it there with both her hands. You just continue to look at one another and smile happily.

She is fading, this whole experience having taken a lot out of her. "Can you just sit with me Jesse? Till I fall asleep?"

"Of course Mom." You say softly. You were happy to do it. "I'm...I'm sorry about the brownie mix up."

"Shhhh." Is all she says.

With a calm smile she closes her eyes and begins to drift off. Her folded hands still holding yours to her. It is quiet, so quiet. The familiar comforting smells of the room fills your senses. You were tempted to crawl in beside her, but you wanted to go back down and be with Elsie. Also Fiona was home, you wanted to see her too.

You are now looking at your mom's stomach, feeling its cushiony softness with your hand. Your daughter was in there, your baby growing in her womb. Growing and developing in the very place you yourself were conceived. You knew you should be appalled and sickened, but you weren't. You were a Bailey, fuck the outside world and their rules and taboos. You were a Bailey and proud of it.

Before long she is fast asleep. You sit a while longer, just listening to her soft steady breathing and watching her beautiful peaceful face. You loved her so much. You feel a tranquility settle into your own heart and mind as well.

(Hello my wonderful readers, Grimbous here. After four months of consistent and significant updates, particularly to this story thread, I thought it only proper to give y'all fair warning that you'll probably see a major slow down from me on this story going forward. Runt has been cooling noticeably for some weeks now, at least for this author, and perhaps it is the right time to move on to new things. I'm likely going to start looking into ways of monetizing my writing. Perhaps a Patreon or maybe go the self publishing route, I'm not sure though honestly as I am just starting to look into it. All I know is I freaking love writing dirty stories, dirty stories with heart. Fear not though, this story isn't abandoned quite yet.)