Incest The Mom Memories" by 'alwayswantedto' collection

[sarit11]

Finally, she pulled away. She didn’t look at me, swiveling around instead to face the dresser. Her face was turned down but I could see that her eyes were open. Her right hand stretched out, pointing down toward the floor, the strap of her nightgown hanging around her elbow.
 
“Hand me my brush before you go, please,” Mom’s said in a strangely disconnected voice.
 
I picked up the brush and placed it in her hand, turned, and walked away, feeling somewhat divorced from the situation myself.
 
“Michael,” Mom’s soft voice caught up to me.
 
I stopped and turned. “Yes.”
 
“I like my hair brushed every night.” Her voice seemed to echo, like an offstage direction.
 
I nodded, noticing her eyes watching me in the mirror.
 
“I’ll see you tomorrow night then, after Dad’s asleep.”
 
“Ok.” I turned away again, shuffling toward the door.
 
“Michael,” she called in her normal voice.
 
“Yes?”
 
“Say goodnight to your mother.”
 
“Goodnight, Mom … I love you."