“AHEM!” my mom yelled in an obviously fake attempt at clearing her throat.
Confused, but catching on quickly, I said, “Sorry…. Uhh, Angela, can I ask you a question?”
“If you want.” she replied.
Already catching a bad vibe from how she wouldn’t let me call her mom, I second guessed asking her my real question. In the end though, I just went ahead and rolled the dice. “Why did you decide not to tell dad about the whole situation?” I asked.
Now showing clear interest, she put her phone down and looked me in my eyes. Still unable to meet her gaze, I looked down at my plate.
“Knowing your father, he would never tolerate such behavior in his house. It would guarantee the separation of our family. Not only would we be separated, but we would be destroyed mentally as well. Can you imagine how screwed up everybody would’ve been if that was our last interaction? The consequences of revealing it to him are too drastic for me to go through with it. I don’t believe a single orgasm, no matter how wrong it was, should spell the demise of our household,” she said while looking directly at me.
“Yea, that would have have been a brutal situation to live through. I don’t know if you knew this, and I tried to tell you yesterday, but I was under the influence of alcohol during that night and not in complete control of my actions. Under normal circumstances, do you think I would actually dare to do that to you?” I questioned.
“Alcohol is not a valid excuse in the real world. For example, if the police were involved, you would still be charged fully even if you were drunk. To tell you the truth, I did notice that you were looking pretty weird and your breath reeked of alcohol, but I was just so shocked by your actions that I could not focus on those details.” she replied.
Not knowing where to steer the conversation next, I decided to address how she was acting towards me.
“You say that you didn’t want to destroy our household, which implies that you still care about me. So why did you practically disown me by not even allowing me to call you mom?” I asked while raising my eyebrows looking confused.
She looked off into space for about a minute before answering me.
“Disown you? Are you actually crazy? I love you more than anyone in this world. You are my one and only son. I was just taking my anger out on you for a while. I wanted you to understand some of my pain and so I removed myself from your mother role for a bit. It’s silly, I know, but it was all I could come up with on the fly to try and make you feel bad about the situation,” she said.
“I already felt bad about the situation. You didn’t need to do anything. I had already tortured myself to death thinking that my life was about to be over,” I said.
“Haha, I should’ve known you would be doing that to yourself. I guess I could have went a bit easier on you. I mean in all actuality, you only humped me. It’s not like you penetrated me or anything. If you had tried doing that, you would have got a completely different response.” she said while having a slight grin on her face.