My Blind Mother

Note: This story contains consensual Incest between two adults. If Incest bothers you, please do not read this story. I do not condone non consensual Incest. I do not condone Incestual Violence or assault. This story does not contain any such thing, this is a fictional story about two Consenting Adults.

Preface: This story is about a Mother and Son and how their relationship changes over time due their circumstances. It is a Slow Burn Romantic Story. If you want to skip to the "good part" jump ahead to Chapter Four and Chapter Five. But I recommend you read the full story. It is a beautiful romantic story.

MY BLIND MOTHER

Characters: Sophie (43) Ethan (21)

CHAPTER ONE

(First Person Narration by Ethan, age 21)

I was eleven when my father left.

Eighteen when my mother went blind.

And now, at twenty-one, I find myself trying to make sense of both.

People like to mark life by big events - birthdays, graduations, first kisses. But I've marked mine by silences. The silence that followed the front door slamming shut the night he left. The silence in my mother's voice when she stopped believing in anything but survival. And the deepest one of all - the silence after the accident, when I realized I'd never again see my mother look me in the eyes.

Let me go back to the beginning.

My father was never a violent man. Just... distant. Charming to outsiders, impatient at home. The kind of man who smiled through his teeth. When I was little, he traveled often. Said it was for work. Said he missed us. But somewhere along the way, the "us" stopped mattering.

One morning, he kissed my forehead like it was any other day. That evening, he called to say he wouldn't be coming back. He had met someone else. He was moving abroad. "I need to be happy, Ethan," he said, like that explained everything.

He didn't ask if I was okay. He didn't ask if Mum was. He just left.

My Mum, Sophie, was 33 then. She didn't scream or throw things. She folded his clothes neatly and put them in a box. Then she sat on the edge of the bed for nearly two days. Lights off. Curtains drawn. I remember watching her in the dimness, wondering how someone could disappear without leaving the room.

She used to paint. Big, vibrant canvases - sunsets, faces, wildflowers. After he left, the brushes dried up. Her world became smaller. Quieter. Dimmer. She smiled less. Talked less. Laughed almost never. But she got by. We got by.

For a while, it felt like we might be okay. We had money - some old investments, a property my grandparents left, a decent house in a quiet neighborhood. She didn't need to work. I kept up with school. We functioned, even if we weren't exactly living.

Then came the crash.

I was eighteen, and it was a Tuesday. I remember that because I had skipped football practice to be home early. We were supposed to go grocery shopping. Mum had finally agreed to make her spaghetti again - her first home-cooked meal in months. She was trying. I saw it in her effort to smile that morning, how she wore lipstick for the first time in ages, even though she said it felt strange.

We never made it to the supermarket. A driver ran a red light. A scream. Glass. Spinning. Silence. I came out with a fractured wrist and a bruised rib. Mum came out blind.

The doctors said it wasn't permanent. That surgery could help, maybe even restore partial vision. But it would take time. Some months or a few years. The doctor said the condition needs some time to recover and only then they could proceed with the surgery.

The next three years were ours. Just ours. Me and Mum.

She needed me for everything. Meals. Medication. Organizing the mail. Labeling the cupboards. Holding her hand when we crossed streets. Watching her run her fingers over the piano keys but never playing a single note.

And I did it. I did it all. Not because I had to. But because I was terrified of what would happen if I didn't. She never talked about Dad. I stopped asking. We became each other's world. Broken, quiet, familiar.

So here I am now, writing this at 21, staring at the same living room ceiling I grew up under. Mum's asleep in the room next to mine. She hums sometimes in her sleep - little songs with no words. I don't know if she dreams. I guess I'm writing this because something has to change.

Something is going to change. I don't know what yet. But I feel it. Like how the air shifts before a storm.

...

I should tell you a bit more about my mother, and, I suppose, a bit more about myself. My Mum, Sophie, has always been beautiful. Not in the way magazines talk about it, not loud or obvious, but in a way that lingers. She has this calm, delicate grace about her, like someone who's constantly standing in a soft pool of light, even when the room is dark. High cheekbones, deep-set hazel eyes that once used to follow every little movement I made. Even now, at forty-three, she doesn't look a day over thirty. Sometimes when I watch her sitting on the edge of the bed with her hair down and her face turned toward the window, it hits me all over again - my father left this. He walked away from her.

I've never understood it. Maybe I never will. What I do understand is what it did to her. She hasn't been with another man in ten years. Not even a hint of one. And after the accident, that possibility just seemed to vanish completely - like someone turned off the switch without asking her. She spends most of her time at home now. She listens to audiobooks, mystery novels mostly, and soft instrumental music that plays from a tiny speaker in the corner of the living room. She says it makes her feel less alone. I think it keeps her from thinking too much.

I try to make her laugh when I can. That's something I started doing more in the last year, making an absolute fool of myself if that's what it takes. I'll spin her around the kitchen floor like we're in some cheesy black-and-white film, twirling her while she laughs and protests that she's "too old for this," though she secretly loves it. I'd rather dance with her than go out with girls my age who don't know a single thing about grief or loyalty.

There's a certain warmth in her laugh that I don't hear from anyone else. When she's happy, it feels like the whole house breathes easier.

And lately, maybe for the past year, she's been smiling more.

Not just polite smiles either. Real ones. The kind that touch her voice. She says it's because I'm always here. I tell her it's because I'm funny. She tells me I'm annoying. And then she smiles again.

Sometimes, she tells me I should go out more. That I shouldn't waste my youth. That I should be kissing girls instead of staying home and making tea for my "old, blind mother." She says it with a joking tone, but I know there's guilt beneath it. That somehow, she believes my life is on pause because of her.

What she doesn't see - what she can't see - is that I don't mind. I don't feel trapped. I feel... loyal. Protective. Maybe even at peace. Because for the first time in years, she's not just surviving. She's living. And I'd give up a hundred parties or dates or meaningless flings just to keep that glow in her voice a little longer.

I feel like the air is shifting. And I know something's coming. Maybe it's good. Maybe not. But it's coming. And when it does, whatever it is, I just hope we're ready.

CHAPTER TWO

(First Person Narration by Ethan, age 21)

I set the table like always - two plates, two cups, two knives for butter we almost never use. I butter the toast quietly, watching her from across the kitchen. She's seated by the window, her head tilted ever so slightly, listening to the birds outside like they're telling her secrets.

"Two sugars, one stir?" I ask, even though I know the answer.

She smiles. "Two stirs. You always forget the second one."

"I don't forget. I improvise."

She laughs. It's soft and slow, the kind that takes a little effort to rise but always warms the room.

I place the mug in her hands and sit down across from her. For a while, we eat in silence. Comfortable, familiar silence. But something's been sitting on my chest lately, and I know if I don't say it soon, it'll just grow heavier.

So I clear my throat.

"Have you ever thought about dating again?"

The words hang there, sharp as shattered glass on a clean floor.

Mum pauses, mid-sip. Her hands still. She doesn't frown or flinch - she just slowly sets the cup down. Turns her head slightly toward me.

"Where did that come from?" she asks.

"I've just been thinking," I say, choosing my words carefully, "you've spent the last ten years alone. That's a long time, Mum. And I just... I don't know. I want you to be happy."

"I am happy," she replies, too quickly.

"No," I say gently. "You're better. You smile more, laugh more. But I want more for you than just... surviving with me."

She exhales. Not angrily. Not annoyed. Just tired, like I've opened a drawer she closed years ago.

"Ethan, I'm blind."

"Only for now. But So what?"

"So," she says, with a quiet chuckle, "most men aren't exactly lining up for blind, forty-something ex-wives with baggage."

"Then most men are idiots."

She smiles again, but it doesn't reach her eyes - not that she can see me watching.

"Mum, you still look like you're thirty. And you're smart and kind and... unbelievably patient. You deserve someone who sees that. Someone who sees you. Not just as my mother or a woman who lost her sight, but you."

She's quiet again. Her fingers trace the rim of her mug like they're following the edge of a thought she doesn't want to finish.

"I wouldn't even know how," she says softly. "How to meet someone. How to... be with someone again. It's been so long, Ethan."

I reach across the table, my hand finding hers. "You don't have to figure it all out today. I'm not pushing you into anything. I just - I don't want you to spend the rest of your life in this house, waiting for things that won't come unless you let them."

She nods slowly, but she doesn't answer. And maybe she doesn't need to.

We finish our breakfast in a silence that's a little heavier than before, but not unkind. Just full of things we haven't said yet. As I clear the plates, I glance back at her.

Her head is tilted toward the window again. But she's not listening to the birds this time. She's thinking. And maybe, just maybe, that's a start.

CHAPTER THREE

(First Person Narration by Ethan, age 21)

I didn't plan to do it.

The app was just there, sitting on my phone one night while she was listening to that audiobook - the one with the British detective and the unreliable narrator.

I sat on the couch across from her, scrolling through the "Companion Connect" homepage like it was harmless. Like it wasn't a line I was quietly stepping over.

She didn't know. Not at first. I made the profile simple. "Sophia" instead of Sophie. No pictures. I described her honestly but carefully. I wrote: Beautiful, elegant, blind, fiercely intelligent, a little sarcastic, looking for someone kind who knows how to have real conversations. I said she liked music, mystery novels, the sound of rain, and burnt toast. I didn't expect anyone to reply. But someone did. His name was Daniel. Forty-four. Widowed. Financial consultant. No kids. Seemed decent. Polite messages. No red flags. Said he admired people with "quiet strength."

I watched the conversation for days, well, I had it, really. Pretending to be her. Guilt eating at me with every message I sent. But he was respectful. Funny, even. And maybe... maybe she deserved the chance to choose. I couldn't be the one holding her back. So I told her.

She laughed at first. Thought I was joking. "A dating app?" she said, half-choking on her tea. "Ethan, are you out of your mind?"

But then I read her the messages. Told her what I'd said. Showed her how Daniel had responded. How he wanted to meet for coffee or a walk. Just talk. She sat quietly for a while. Stirring her tea long after the sugar had dissolved.

Then she said, "Alright. One date. But only if you help me choose the dress."

They met on a Thursday evening. I helped her with her hair. Picked the navy-blue dress that still smelled faintly of old perfume. She smiled the whole way to the door.

"I feel ridiculous," she whispered.

"You look incredible," I said. And she did.

Daniel met her at the café near the park. I watched them from a distance at first, hiding behind a newspaper like a bad spy in an old film. But she was smiling. Really smiling. Not the kind she gives me to keep me calm. The kind that creases near her mouth and tugs at the corners of her voice.

She came home with him. Around 10 PM. I wasn't worried. Not yet. He helped her inside. I pretended to be in my room.

It was his voice I heard first. Not warm like at the café. Edged.

"I just thought maybe you were ready for more," he said.

"I said I'm not. Not yet," Mum replied, her voice gentle but firm.

"You invited me in."

"I invited you for tea. That's all."

The next sound was a shuffle. Then something sharp - fabric catching, maybe a hand where it shouldn't have been.

"No," she said, louder.

That was it.

I threw open the door like something inside me snapped.

Daniel turned toward me, surprised. One of his hands still on her arm.

I didn't speak. I just moved. The first punch was instinct. The second was rage.

I barely remember what I said - something about her being blind, about her saying no, about him being a coward.

I kicked him once, hard, when he was already stumbling toward the door. He scrambled out like a rodent. Slammed the gate. Vanished into the night.

I locked the door behind him and turned to find Mum standing in the hallway, one hand pressed against the wall, the other against her chest.

She was shaking. I went to her. Held her without saying a word. Her voice broke the silence after a while. "I didn't think I'd ever be scared like that again."

"I'm so sorry," I said.

And I meant it. For the app. For Daniel. For believing that maybe - just maybe - the world would treat her kindly.

That night, I sat outside her bedroom door until I heard her fall asleep.

I didn't sleep. And sometime around 3 AM, staring into the ceiling like it owed me answers, I made a decision. No more strangers. Not until she's safe. Not until she can see. Not until I know she'll never be hurt like that again.

CHAPTER FOUR

(Not written from Ethan's perspective but from the Narrator's perspective, takes place in the Present Day)

After the traumatic experience with the man from the dating app, Ethan and Sophie have had a few days to process the event. Ethan has been particularly protective, making sure she feels safe and loved.

Ethan was sitting on the couch in the middle of the day. He sees Sophie emerge from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her, and for a moment, he's speechless.

Sophie, unaware of Ethan's gaze, heads to her room and starts to get dressed for the day.

Sophie, feeling more like herself again, begins to move around the house with more confidence, her grace seemingly undiminished by her blindness. She reaches for her clothes, feeling the fabrics with a gentle touch before sliding them on. Ethan feels scared but he still stays there. And he keeps on staring at her. All sorts of thoughts rushing in his head. "I want her to be happy. She hasn't been with a man in ten years. I know she has needs. I've heard her masturbating sometimes at night and crying as well".

At night. Ethan puts on a movie and Sophie sits beside him. They share a blanket. It was a romantic movie. Ethan and Sophie were drinking red wine.

He puts his arm around her shoulders, hoping to comfort her without being too intrusive. "You know, mom, I've been thinking about what happened. And I just want you to know that I'm here for you, always."

"Ethan, I know you are. And I'm so thankful for that. You've been more than just a son these past few days." She leans into his touch, feeling a mix of warmth and a hint of something more.

"Mom. You deserve love and happiness. I wish you can get surgery soon so you can see again." He whispers, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Yes I hope so sweetheart. Until then I have you to protect me"

"And I'll always protect you, no matter what." Ethan leans in and kisses Sophie on her lips.

"Ethan?" She pulls away, surprised, her heart racing.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I just wanted you to feel better"

"Oh, Ethan, I'm okay. I'm feeling a lot better. You don't need to kiss me"

"Sorry, I... wanted to"

"It's okay, really. I just... I'm not sure if it's right." Sophie's voice is trembling slightly, and she's feeling confused.

"Mom, I know, but I just... I care for you so much. You're all I have. I love you so much and I want you to be happy"

"Ethan, you know I love you too. But..." Sophie was looking right at him but obviously she couldn't see him. Ethan couldn't understand what Sophie was thinking. He wanted to kiss her again.

"Ethan, honey, let's just watch the movie, okay? Tell me what's going on now" Her voice is strained, but she's trying to keep her composure.

"Okay, Mom. Of course." Ethan tries to focus on the movie, his arm still around her, his heart racing.

...

"What's happening now Ethan?"

"It's just a kissing scene, Mom." He says, his voice a little too tight.

"Oh... it sounds really passionate."

"Yeah, it is." Ethan's mind drifts back to their shared kiss, feeling a mix of guilt and desire.

Sophie's hand unconsciously touching her lips.

Ethan couldn't control himself. He touched the back of her neck and went for her lips.

Ethan!" she gasps, but she doesn't pull away.

They kiss for a moment, the tension palpable in the air.

"Ethan..."

Ethan doesn't stop and continues kissing her. Sophie is too lost in the moment that she couldn't resist. She hadn't felt this way in years. Her mind wanted to pull back but her body refused.

Sophie, panting "Ethan, stop, we should talk."

Ethan pulls away, looking at her with a mix of hope and fear.

"What are we doing?" Sophie asked

"I don't know, Mom. I just felt like... like I needed to."

"Did the kissing scene made you do this? Why me? You should be out there finding someone your own age."

"You're not just anyone, Mom. I love you, and I just want to make you happy."

"But we can't, Ethan. It's wrong. It's not what a mother and son should do."

"I know, but I can't help it. I just want to be with you."

"And what would people think?"

"Who cares about them? They don't understand us. They don't know how much we've been through together. What matters is how you feel."

"I feel confused, Ethan. I love you too, but in a different way. This is not right."

"Mom, I know it's not traditional, but we're not hurting anyone. Can't we just be together?"

"But what about your future? Your own life?"

"You are my life, Mom. I've devoted so much of myself to taking care of you. Can't you see that I want this too?"

"Ethan, I'm your mother. We need to respect the boundaries."

"But what if I don't want us to find someone else? What if this is what makes me happy?"

"I don't think you're thinking straight. You probably feel the need to protect me after what happened. We'll talk about this once you clear your head." Sophie gets up and puts the wine glass on the table. She walks out and goes into her room.

Ethan, feeling torn between his love for her and the fear of losing her, he followed her but Sophie had already locked the door. "Mom, please, let's talk about this."

"No Ethan. Not now. Just... give me some space."

Ethan sighs and goes to his room, feeling rejected and conflicted. He spends the night in this room.

...

The next morning, Ethan makes coffee for both of them and brings it to her room. He taps gently on the door.

"Come in."

He opens the door slowly "Here's your coffee, Mom." He sets it down on the bedside table

"Thank you." She reaches for the mug, her hand shaking slightly.

Ethan went out and took a shower. He came back and saw Sophie was in his room. He was naked but obviously Sophie couldn't see him.

"Mom, what are you doing here?"

"I heard you. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I'm fine. You should be resting." Sophie was sitting on Ethan's bed.

"I thought we should talk. I keep thinking about last night."

"Mom, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. It just happened. I didn't mean to."

"I know sweetie. I know you love me and would never do anything to hurt me. But I don't think you should do that with me. There are thousand girls waiting for you out there. Your perfect girl is waiting for you out there. Go out and seek her. Don't worry about me. I'm fine. I don't want you to do this for me"

Ethan, still naked, went closer towards Sophie. "I didn't do anything out of guilt or anything Mom. I just thought of kissing you and I did. I wanted to make you feel appreciated. I love you Mom. And I don't need you to tell me that I need to go out and search for some girl, however perfect she may be, I don't care about dating or anything."

Sophie, her heart racing as she felt his warmth. "Ethan, okay, let's just forget about it and have breakfast." She gets up, careful so that she doesn't touch him. Ethan just pulls up his shorts quickly and chases after her.

"But Mom, I need you to understand. It's not just about finding someone. It's about being with someone who truly makes me happy. And that's you."

She turns around, her voice a mix of frustration and sadness. "Ethan, please don't say that. It's not right."

He takes her hand, "It's right because we love each other and we're not hurting anyone."

Sophie pulls away.

Ethan whispers, "I know you felt something too, Mom."

Sophie, sighs heavily "I don't know what I felt. It's just all so confusing."

Ethan Pulls her close. Her hands lie on his bare chest.

Her breathing becomes shallower "Ethan, you know I can't see you, but I can feel your heart racing."

Ethan kisses her, "Yes, because I want you so much."

Her hands move up to cup his face, feeling the stubble. "How did this happen? Just a week ago you wanted me to go out with someone else?"

"I realized that no one else can make you happy like I can. And no one will love you as much as I do."

Sophie's heart was racing and her legs became weak. Ethan leans in and kisses her. Sophie doesn't resist.

They continue to kiss passionately, the tension between them growing stronger with each passing moment.

Ethan's hands slowly trace down her back, feeling the softness of her skin under his fingertips.

Sophie pulls back slightly, "Oh Ethan..."

Ethan whispers "Shh, it's okay, Mom. Just feel."

Her hands tentatively explore his chest and abs, feeling the heat from his body "I don't know if I can do this."

Ethan kisses her neck gently, "It's okay, we don't have to if you don't want to."

Sophie, her voice trembling, "I don't know what I want."

Ethan pulls away to look at her, "Just tell me if you want to stop." He leans in and kisses her again.

Her arms wrap around his neck, "I don't want to stop."

Relief washes over him, "Then let's not think about anything else. Just us."

Her eyes closed, lost in his kiss. He lifts her into his arms and carries her to the bed. Her legs wrap around his waist, "I trust you."

Ethan lays her down gently, he kisses her again, deeper and more urgent. Sophie's mind is racing but her body responds to Ethan's touches. She feels his hands roaming over her body, feeling her curves and the softness of her skin. He slides his hand under her shirt, caressing her stomach and then moving up to cup her breast. Her breath hitches. Sophie's body reacts instinctively, her back arching into his touch. Ethan whispers, "You're so beautiful, Mom."

"Oh baby I love you."

His thumb brushes her nipple through the fabric. He kisses her again, more urgently, his other hand sliding up her thigh under her skirt. Her legs open slightly for him. Her hands explore his body, finding his hardened length. Ethan moans into her mouth, "Mom, you're driving me crazy."

Her voice is shaky but filled with desire, "I've missed this feeling so much."

He gently pushes her hand away) Let me make you feel good, Mom.

Her breathing becomes ragged, "Ethan, I please be gentle. It's been so long."

Ethan kisses her softly, "Of course, I'll be gentle." He moves his hand up her thigh and starts to stroke her through her panties.

Ethan whispers, "You're so wet, Mom."

Her face flushes, "Stop embarrassing me."

Ethan, "I'm not trying to. It's just that you turn me on so much."

"I turn you on?" Her voice is barely a whisper.

Ethan kisses her again, his hand moving to the waistband of her panties. "More than you know." He slides a finger inside her panties and teases her clit. Sophie gasps, her body responding to his touch. He kisses her neck, his hands working to remove her panties. Her hips rock slightly as he touches her more intimately "Oh God, Ethan."

Ethan's mouth moves to her ear, nibbling gently. Her breathing is heavy, her body trembling. Ethan's finger slides inside her, feeling the warm wetness as he starts to move rhythmically. Her body tenses. He kisses her deeply, his tongue mimicking the motion of his hand. Sophie's legs tighten around him, her nails digging into his back as she tries to hold onto reality. Ethan's other hand caressing her breast. He moves forward and licks her breasts. Sucks on them like a mad man. She moans, arching her back, lost in the sensation of his mouth on her body. He sucks on her breasts and whispers sweet nothings. She can feel his cock pressing against her. "Oh, my baby". Her voice is a mix of pleasure and disbelief. Ethan's heart races as he feels his mother's warmth and love. He moves his hand down, feeling her wetness and gently starts to rub her clit again. She throws her head back, letting out a low moan, her body responding to his skilled touch. Ethan's cock is now painfully hard, pressing against the fabric of his shorts. He kisses down her neck, his breath hot and erratic. She runs her hands through his hair, holding him close to her body. His fingers delve deeper inside her, feeling her walls tighten around him. She's so close, her breath coming in gasps as she rides the wave of pleasure. He whispers sweet words of love and reassurance into her ear, urging her on. Her body starts to shake, the tension building until she reaches the peak. With a cry, she comes, her body shuddering in his arms. "Oh Ethan, I've never felt anything like that before."

He kisses her forehead. "You're welcome."

He carefully slides his fingers out of her, feeling a sense of pride and love. She lays there, her chest heaving, trying to catch her breath. He moves in to kiss her again, his hand sliding down to her stomach. She pulls him closer, needing to feel him against her. He moves his hand down further, reaching for his own shorts. She feels the fabric of his shorts shift and knows what he's doing. He unbuckles his belt and slides his shorts down, his cock springing free. He positions himself between her legs, his cock brushing against her thigh. She feels him, hot and hard, and her body responds, her pussy already wet and ready. He kisses her deeply, his hand guiding his cock to her entrance. She gasps as he pushes inside her, feeling stretched but also filled with a warmth she's missed.

"Oh, baby"

Ethan's thrusts are slow and deliberate, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to savor every moment. She wraps her legs around him, her hands on his back, urging him deeper. His breath is hot and ragged against her neck, his body moving in sync with hers. He whispers sweet words into her ear, telling her how much he loves her and how beautiful she is. She whispers back, her voice trembling with emotion and passion. They move together, their bodies speaking a language only they understand. Her nails dig into his back. "Yes, Ethan, yes." His strokes become faster, his breathing more intense as he feels himself getting closer to climax. Sophie's moans become louder, her body moving in sync with his rhythm. He kisses her neck, feeling her pulse quicken. She wraps her arms around him, her legs tightening around his waist. He whispers, "I'm going to make you come again."

He starts to kiss her neck, moving down to her breasts. Her body responds to his touch, "Oh, Ethan, yes." He moves his hand to her clit, rubbing it in circles as he continues to thrust into her. She arches her back, pushing her breasts up into his mouth. He sucks and bites her nipples lightly, making her moan louder. His hand moves to her face, cupping her cheek, as he kisses her deeply. She feels his cock swell and knows he's close. She tightens her legs around him, pushing him deeper. He groans into her mouth, the pressure building inside of him. She whispers his name, feeling her own orgasm approaching. He starts to pound into her, unable to hold back any longer. Her nails dig into his back, leaving little trails of pleasure and pain. She cries out. They collapse onto the bed, both of them panting and sweating. He holds her close, their hearts beating together. She whispers "I love you" into his ear, feeling a mix of guilt and euphoria. He kisses her forehead, whispering "I love you too, Mom."

CHAPTER FIVE

(Written from the Narrator's Perspective)

Ethan and Sophie had been madly in love for the past three months. They'd been behaving like a couple, a boyfriend and girlfriend living together, showering together. Ethan started taking showers with Sophie by teasing her first, making her laugh, teasing her that she couldn't take a shower on her own. He started massaging her breasts, her back in the shower. And you know what that lead to. They slept with each other almost everyday. Ethan loved Sophie and Sophie loved him. There was no doubt about that. Ethan wanted to go beyond this relationship they had now. This morning, Ethan decided that it was time.

It was a quiet afternoon in their house, the curtains drawn slightly to let the soft sunlight stream through the windows. Ethan sat on the couch, lost in thought.

"Hi baby. Good Afternoon." Sophie said as she touched his shoulder trying to find him in the living room.

"Hey, Mom. I have some good news."

"I have good news too. You go first."

"Okay Mom." He stepped closer, took her hands, and kissed the tops of her knuckles.

Sophie could feel it, his pulse, the quiet shake in his fingers. She smiled gently. "You're nervous."

"I am," Ethan admitted. "Because this moment... it matters more than anything else I've ever done." He let go of one hand, slowly reaching into his pocket. "I know this might sound wild to the world... maybe even to us a year ago. But I know what I feel. And I know what you mean to me."

Ethan got down on one knee. He opened the box. Inside was a delicate ring, simple, silver, and etched with braille on the inner band.

"Will you marry me?"

She stood there, stunned. She searched for his arms and noticed that he was on his knees. One hand rose slowly to her mouth. "Oh Ethan..." She took a deep breath, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Mom, I know it's not the traditional love story, but I love you more than anyone I've ever known. And I want to take care of you, to be there for you, to cherish you."

Her eyes filled with tears as she felt the ring with her fingertips. "Ethan, I love you too, more than anything or anyone in the world, are you sure baby? You want to marry me?"

He nodded, his voice thick with emotion. "More than anything, Mom. I want to make sure you're never alone, never hurt again. We can face the world together."

A single tear slid down her cheek. "I've never felt so protected, so loved." Her hand trembled as she felt for his face, her fingertips brushing his jawline. "Yes, I'll marry you."

He stood up, taking her hand and kissing it.

Her voice was a whisper. "It's all a bit overwhelming, isn't it? I never thought I'd find love again, especially not like this."

"It's a beautiful kind of overwhelming, Mom."

"I have good news for you too baby"

"Yeah Mom? Go ahead"

"Today at my check up, the doctor said that I can get surgery now"

"Oh my God, Mom. You'll be able to see again"

"Yes baby." She says as she kissed him. "I can't wait to see my baby boy again, and, also my future Husband".

...

A few days later Ethan and Sophie decided to get married in their home. The living room was lit by soft candlelight, the rug beneath their feet scattered with fresh white rose petals. Sophie wore a simple white dress. Ethan wore the same shirt she once said she loved on him - blue, soft, smelling like him.

They stood facing each other. Ethan had rings for both of them. Sophie walked down the hallway pretending it was an aisle. Ethan held out his hand and puller her closer.

With a gentle smile, she began her vows. "Ethan, my love, my rock, my protector, I promise to love you, to cherish you, to stand by you through all the seasons of our lives." Sophie's voice was clear and strong. "I give you my hand, my heart, and all that I am. I am yours today, tomorrow, and for every day that follows. I will love you in every moment, in every breath, in every touch, for as long as I live."

Ethan's voice wavered slightly as he took her hand, feeling the warmth of her skin. "Sophie, my heart, my mother, my everything. I vow to be your guide through the darkest of nights and the brightest of days. I promise to honor your past, cherish your present, and embrace our future together. With this ring, I symbolize my unending love and commitment to you. I give you all of me, forever and a day."

They exchanged rings, their hands trembling slightly with the weight of their promises. As the rings slid onto their fingers, Ethan leaned in and kissed Sophie, a kiss filled with love, tenderness, and promise. The room was filled with the sweet scent of the roses and the sound of their hearts beating in unison. Their kiss deepened, a silent declaration of their union, a testament to the unconventional yet profound love they had found in each other. They were now, Man and Wife.

A few days later, Sophie had her surgery. The doctors had found a new treatment that might restore her sight. Ethan sat by her side, holding her hand tightly, his heart racing as he watched her go through the operation.

Her eyes fluttered open, blinking against the bright lights of the hospital room. "Ethan?"

Ethan's eyes were wet with joy. "Mom. I'm here. You're going to be okay. You're going to see everything again."

Her eyes searched for Ethan's face. She smiled and cried at the same time. Ethan leaned in and kissed her. Her eyes focused on the ring on her finger. "Ethan, I can see it. I can see you. I can see everything."

He gently wiped her tears with his thumb. "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's so much more than I ever dreamed."Her gaze searched his face, taking in every feature she hadn't seen in years.

Ethan smiled. "Let's get out of here Mom. We're going on our honeymoon."

"A honeymoon? Where?"

"Japan"

Her eyes lit up. "I've always wanted to visit Japan."

"That's where we're going. I've already booked everything. We'll experience the cherry blossoms together."

...

They flew to Japan the following week, the excitement in the air palpable as they held hands and boarded the plane. The moment they stepped off the plane, the scent of sakura blossoms greeted them, filling the air with a gentle sweetness. As they explored the bustling streets of Tokyo, Ethan described every detail to Sophie, from the neon lights to the delicate cherry blossoms that adorned the trees. Entering the luxurious suite, Ethan led Sophie to the balcony. She gasped as she saw the onsen hot tub. "It's beautiful," she said, her voice filled with wonder. Her eyes widen with amazement. "Ethan, this is... incredible."

"Mom, this is just the start of our new life together."

Sophie stepped closer to the hot tub. "Can we... go in now?"

"Of course, Mom. Let's enjoy this together."

With a gentle nod, she allowed Ethan to help her into the warm water. "Ah, this feels heavenly."

"I'm so happy to see you like this, Mom. Your smile is like the sun after a storm."

"Her eyes closed in bliss. And the scent of the cherry blossoms is so... alive here."

As the warm water enveloped her, Sophie's tension began to melt away, her body relaxing against Ethan's. She felt his strong arms around her, guiding her to the perfect spot in the tub.

Ethan, whispering in her ear. "Just imagine, Mom, we can sit here, holding each other, watching the world go by."

Ethan pours a cup of warm sake for Sophie. "Here, Mom. It's a local tradition to enjoy it while relaxing in the onsen." He takes a sip of his own sake. "To new beginnings, and a life filled with beauty."

Her hand trembles slightly as she takes the cup. She takes a sip, savoring the warmth.

He sets his cup aside and turns to face her. "Mom, I know we've already expressed our love in so many ways, but I want you to know, I've never felt more connected to you than right now."

Her voice is low and filled with emotion. "Ethan, I feel the same. This is the most amazing gift you've ever given me - the gift of sight and the gift of your love."

Ethan slides his hand over hers, gently taking the sake cup and setting it aside. "Let's make this moment even more unforgettable."

Her eyes open and she looks at him with a mix of curiosity and excitement. Leaning closer, Ethan kisses her forehead. I want to make love to you here, Mom, under the moonlight, surrounded by the beauty of Japan. Her heart races and she feels a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. "Yes, baby. Let's make love."

Ethan kisses Sophie on the lips. He grabs her beautiful breasts. Sophie's breath catches in her throat as she feels his touch. He kisses Sophie and grabs her breasts, Sophie moans in pleasure. Sophie's cheeks are flushed as she leans back into the warm water. Ethan kisses down her neck, his hands moving to her hips.

Her voice is a whisper. "I never knew love could be like this."

Ethan's kisses become more insistent as he moves down her. As their kisses deepen, Ethan's hand slides down to her thigh, gently guiding her legs apart. The water in the onsen swirls gently around them as they make love, the moon casting a soft glow on their entwined bodies. Ethan's touch is gentle yet firm, exploring every inch of her body as if he's seeing it for the first time. Their bodies move in sync, the sound of their breaths mingling with the distant sounds of the city outside. Ethan's hand finds her center, stroking her with the same love and care that he's always had for her. Sophie gasps as Ethan's fingers explore her, her body responding to his touch with an intensity she hasn't felt in years. Sophie's legs wrap around Ethan's waist, pulling him closer as he enters her, filling her with warmth and love. Ethan whispers sweet nothings into her ear, his voice a gentle caress as he moves in and out of her. The water splashes softly against the edges of the tub as they move together, lost in their own world of passion.

Sophie's moans are muffled by Ethan's mouth, their kisses growing more urgent as their bodies find a rhythm.

Ethan whispers "Mom, you feel so good. I love you so much."

Her voice is a soft pant "Ethan, baby... I love you too."

Ethan's hand cups her cheek, turning her face to the moonlight. Her eyes are closed, a look of pure bliss on her face. "Yes, baby, just like that."

Ethan's breath is hot against her skin as he kisses along her jawline. Her nails dig lightly into Ethan's back as she feels herself getting closer to climax. "Oh, Ethan, don't stop."

Ethan's kisses become more urgent, his hips moving faster as he feels her getting closer. Her body arches as she reaches the peak of pleasure, crying out Ethan's name. Ethan's breath hitches as he feels her tighten around him. Her head falls back as she gasps for air, her eyes finally opening to meet Ethan's. Ethan's eyes are filled with love and passion as he watches her climax. Her eyes find Ethan's and she smiles through her gasps. "That was... amazing." Ethan, kissing her neck, "It's just the start of our honeymoon, Mom. We have a whole week to explore each other."

Her voice is soft and sultry. "I can't wait to see what other surprises you have in store for me."

Ethan, with a grin, he kisses her softly. "There's so much I want to show you, Mom, but I think we'll be exploring each other even more."

Her hand slides down to his chest, feeling the strong muscles beneath the water). I'm ready for whatever adventures come our way.

Ethan's hand slides down her side, gently caressing her stomach before moving to her thigh. "You're so beautiful, Mom."

Her breath catches as Ethan's hand reaches her thigh. "I love you so much baby. I can't believe I'm your wife. I'm so happy that I'm your wife. I'll always be yours. Only yours."

"I know Mom. You're mine. Forever and ever."

The End