Mother - son Stories

The New Mom Fortunately, I suppose, our bathroom interlude had set the evening schedule back somewhat. It took me a full hour just to psychologically adjust. By the time I got down to the kitchen, the table was set, and Mom had already eaten. The evening meal, as good as it was, went past like a blur. She was really rushed from before the time I arrived at the table: on the phone, pulling together what she needed; half he...