“We’ll get through it.”
I woke earlier than Amy as always, leaving her cocooned in the blankets, looking as adorable as always when I kissed her cheek. Mum was up early as always, joining her at the table with some toast and coffee of my own. Mum met my eyes and started to blush, clearing her throat. “So I’m figuring Amy has decided she no longer has to be quiet?”
“Shit, sorry, Mum.”
“As I said, Mark, it’s exciting. I’ve been alone in this house for a few years now. My children are now back, they are quite obviously falling in love, and they are expressing that love through intimacy. And my son… well, he must be doing something right to make my daughter produce those sort of sounds.”
I met her eyes again. All she returned was that same sweet smile I’d seen throughout my life. “Mum, if it gets weird for you…”
“Don’t even mention it. This is your home. Both of you. Stay as long as you want. Honestly, I’d love you to stay permanently, but I know you’ll want to fly the coop again eventually.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m your mother, you’re both adults, it’s not like having small children under my feet. You’re both mature, responsible, and have been nothing but a help around the house. And I love your company. Having this big house to myself, you know I was a little lonely at times.”
“Why haven’t you met anyone, Mum?” I asked rather bluntly.
“I’m not really sure, to be honest. Met one or two decent men but I just didn’t feel that spark I felt with your father when we first started dating.”
“When did you last…” I paused and chuckled. “Fuck, I was just about to ask my mother a very personal question on a Monday morning.”
She chuckled herself. “I take matters into my own hands, Mark.” That had me raising my head, feeling my jaw drop. She smiled at me. “I’m a middle-aged woman, Mark. I’m not a nun. There’s a reason why young men like MILFs, after all.”
“Holy shit, Mum!”
“As to your unasked question, I enjoy sex as much as the next woman, but after your father, I didn’t just want to go out and find the first man who got hard at the sight of me. I wanted it to mean something.” She took my hand again. “It’s why I’m happy it’s your sister, Mark. There are two women in your life who love you unconditionally. You’re now being intimate with one of them, and the other loves looking after you again. You’re a grown man, but you’ll always been my little boy in many ways.”
“Thank, Mum,” I said softly.
“Now I’m going to do a couple of chores before I get to work. I’m taking on a couple of other art projects that will keep me occupied. It’s nice having your sister around during the day, at least.”
It was another busy week at work, but I received plenty of interest in my online job adverts. Though I didn’t like asking them, aware it would be the weekend, I eventually asked them to visit on Saturday for an interview. I had six applicants in all, and it was bloody difficult to choose between them. If I could have afforded it, I’d have happily taken on all six, but I spent the next week talking it over with my sister, who had sat in on the interviews with me, as she’d sat in a few herself, before choosing the two young men I’d take on as apprentices. Both were young and leaving school early, eager to start work and earning a wage.
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