After her shower Lauren decided to just wear her bathrobe, something she did from time to time. May as well be comfortable was her motto. Slowly she made her way to the kitchen, stopping briefly to adjust the towel wrapped around her wet hair. When she entered she saw her son sitting there smiling, dinner already waiting.
“You never cease to amaze me,” she told him, then took a seat across from him.
They ate in silence for the most part, the air filled with unsaid things. Once they finished, and before his mother could escape, he spoke up.
“I want to apologize for what I did last night. It was wrong of me to take advantage of the situation, so I’m truly sorry,” he said.
Lauren squirmed in her chair for a bit before saying, “Don’t be sorry, because I’m not.”
“I don’t understand,” he told her.
“What you did to me…what you made me feel, was incredible. Was it wrong? Sure. But I’ve never experienced that level of pleasure in my life, so I should be thanking you,” she said, a slight smile on her lips.
Stunned by this he asked, “You mean no one has ever done that to you before?”
“Honey, I’ve only been with one man, and your Father, God bless his heart, wasn’t what you’d call very adventurous in the bedroom. Don’t get me wrong, he was a wonderful lover. It’s just he considered things like what you did, well, unsanitary.”
Mark couldn’t believe that his dad had never gone down on his mother. From the moment he had seen her bush that was just about all he could think of doing. Of course, now that he had tasted her, there were other things he’d love to do with her but didn’t dare tell her that. So instead of saying anything he pushed his chair back, gathered their empty plates and took them to the sink. Before he could do anything else she interrupted him.
“Why don’t we leave the dishes for tomorrow,” she called out.
It was unlike her to do that, so he turned and asked, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, why not. I was thinking, since it’s Friday, we could just get comfortable and see if there’s anything to watch on TV instead. That sound good to you?”
“Sounds great,” he replied.
Rising she glanced at him and said, “Why don’t you slip into something comfortable while I see what’s on the box.”
He followed her out and headed toward his room while she made herself comfortable on the couch and began scanning through the TV guide. Before he made it too far she called out and told him to grab her brush off her dresser. Once in his room he struggled to decide what to wear. She had said wear something comfortable, and seeing how she was in her bathrobe, he finally settled on just wearing his too. He just had to remember to watch how he sat. Dressed he headed back toward the front room, then remembered her brush. He made a quick dash into her room and grabbed it off her dresser. Once he made it to the couch she was sitting in the middle, the damp towel from her head draped across the back.
“Thanks,” she said, taking the brush from him and slowly running the bristles through her hair.
He waited for her to finish before asking if she’d found anything worth watching. Scooting up against him she held out the guide, open to the days listing, and told him to pick. Only having three channels limited their selection, so they settled for a few game shows that were followed by Friday night at the movies. Tonight’s movie was a cheesy science fiction flick from the fifties.