Theodore Tomson ( Heavy Route)

As cliché as it sounds it started on a normal day.

I am Theodore, or as most people call me: Theo, I am a university graduate and typical wage-****. I walked into my home and began to take off my coat. After what felt like a long day at work I was looking forward to dinner, though my mother worked from home she got off work earlier myself so she should have something ready by now. Things had been hard since my father passed away a year ago, but the two of us had adapted. Even if I wasn't super pleased with the mediocre job I had despite my education, I suppose if you don't go into stem you can't expect much. Not that I've heard that guarantees anything either really.

Regardless I walked into the kitchen and saw my mother Sarah pull something out of the oven. I smiled and greeted her, she and I eventually sat down together and ate our food while talking about our days. Mom had apparently been caught up in meetings with managers and clients all day, I certainly don't envy her even if she makes more than me.

She needed some help to keep the mortgage paid, and I would rather not give my money via rent to someone if I can help it. It simply made sense to stay home, I've very little shame about it. What I do have some shame about is how I view my mother, and most women for that matter. Ever since puberty hit I've not really had a significant station stop so to speak, my desires never really slowed or diminished even if they morphed over time.

Needless to say even when I wasn't horny enough to be mistaken for rhino ivory, I still had a twisted view of women. I kept that secret of course but it doesn't help me not feel like a piece of shit when I look and my own mother and consider how I'd bend her over the couch if she'd let me. At this point I don't even remember how I got into **** but, it was my primary fantasy for just about anything.

Now by this point you might be asking me to get to the point, very well, after dinner I had walked over to the cupboard in the hall and grabbed a water bottle. I had forgotten to grab it and work was miserable without my usual easy access to water; even if it was inside, data entry into spreadsheets wasn't exactly hard labour even if it was mind numbing sometimes. I hadn't bothered to turn on the light and was confused when in the low light I couldn't see my name written on the side as I turned it over in my hands. I walked to our junk drawer and took our a sharpie to write my name on it again.

After I was done I walked into the light of the kitchen again and was surprised to find that I had grabbed the wrong one, this one was purple and my mother's for when she went on hikes. Just then Sarah came around the corner and saw her bottle. While not a big deal I still went to apologize.

"Oh, honey. I am so sorry I didn't realize that water bottle was yours, would it be okay if I borrow it for my walks in the future?" I was confused by her words.

"Uh, yeah of course, isn't this yours though?"

"Thank you sweetie, but no it has your name on it after all. Though if you gave it to me I wouldn't say no to a gift." She gave me a small silly smile and hand wave to show she didn't expect me to do anything.