“No, we didn’t get that far,” he half chuckled.
“I see,” she mumbled, a far off look in her eyes.
“I would have, Mom,” he said.
Snapped out of her thoughts she asked, “Would have what dear?”
“Made love to you,” he softly replied.
She sat there quietly for what seemed like forever causing him to think that maybe he had said the wrong thing.
Finally she spoke. “You do remember that I’m your Mother, don’t you?”
For Mark it was time to unburden his soul. Rising he walked over and dropped to one knee by her chair, then took one of her hands in his.
“I know you’re my Mother, but that’s beside the point considering how I feel about you.”
Squeezing his hand she asked, “And how do you feel about me?”
“I’m in love with you.”
His words had a profound effect on her. Her heart skipped a beat, and her respiration grew shallow as she gazed deeply into his unblinking eyes. Her mind tried to formulate a response, but for the life of her, she couldn’t find the right words. So instead of telling him anything now she opted to continue this conversation when her head wasn’t all muddled. Rising from her chair, pulling him with her, she whispered, “Let’s talk about this tonight when I get home.”
Nodding his consent he did something that took her breath away. He cupped her chin, lifted her face up, and brought his lips to hers’. Her eyes grew wide with surprise. Just as she felt her body responding to his kiss he pulled away and headed out of the kitchen, leaving her with stiffened nipples and a tingle in her pussy. As she watched him walk away she slowly lowered herself in her chair, afraid that her legs would give out at any second. Once he was gone she raised a hand up and pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips, as if this gesture would recapture the feel of his lips on hers’.
Her work suffered as she tried to wrap her head around his admission. Her own thoughts didn’t help either. He had been her whole world the last five years, and she did love him more than life itself. But she had to ask herself whether it was the love of a mother for her son, or the love of a woman for a man. By quitting time she was totally confused.
On his way home from work Mark swung by and picked up Chinese food for dinner. He stuck it in the oven at a low temperature to keep it warm, then went and took a shower. Once done he dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, then settled down on the couch to wait for Lauren to get home. It was an agonizing wait; his nerves were on edge as he wondered what she would say about him revealing his love for her. Someone had once told him not to sweat the small stuff, but this was far from being small. His admission had been a huge gamble, one that could go horribly wrong. But on the other hand it could be the start of something wonderful, at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Time ticked on.
Lauren pulled up to the curb, hesitated a bit, then opened her door and went into the house. As she stepped inside she saw him sitting on the couch, his eyes following her every move. Sitting her purse down she told him she was going to take a shower before starting dinner. He said okay and watched her walk away without telling her that he already had dinner covered. Once she was out of sight he took the food out of the oven, gathered plates and silverware, then waited some more.