“Mom, can I tell you that tonight you look extremely beautiful.”
“Thank you, Sophie.”
“Did you plan on having sex with me tonight?” She asked nervously.
“Well, not you specifically, but if the date had turned out ok, yes I think I would have.”
“But you did meet me, RosePetal01, your petal, so does that mean we will have sex now?” Where was this coming from, it seemed like she was forgetting I am her mother and we would have sex when we got home. This was not going to happen.
“No. I am your mother; there will nothing more between us than rebuilding a relationship that has lost it’s way since your father left.” Hers eyes suddenly welled up with tears.
“But I don’t want a mother; I want someone I can share my life with, someone I have fallen in love with, both body and mind over the last month. I want my chefie. I may or may not be gay, but I know what I like. I love you so much, you have given me so much, but I am an adult now and I get to chose my own life and make my own mistakes. Of the entire woman I have seen, I think you are the most beautiful, and lately I have found myself comparing all women to you, a spot nobody could ever fill but you. I may have at some point always seen you as just my mom, but lately since chatting to you, I have seen you in a different light as I do to most women. So if I could choose right now what I wanted. I would want to go home with you and make love to you.” She was really crying now and could not look at me, she seemed shamed and embarrassed and with that she just got up and left before I had a chance to stop her. I managed to pay for the meal and get outside, just as Sophie was getting in a cab. She gave the name of a motel, but I jumped in the cab with her and gave the driver our home address instead. Once we arrived home I asked Sophie to sit down please, while I get us a drink. I returned with two glasses of wine.
“What you said before you left was the truth wasn’t it, do you really feel that strongly about me?”
“Yes, I was being honest.”
“You know as a mother I should give you what you want. A parent is usually willing to give there child anything they want in order for them to be happy. And even though I will not deny that the idea of having sex with you interests me, part of me feels disgusted with thinking that way. You have put me in a very bad situation.”
“I am sorry mom, I was just being honest.”
“I know, and please don’t be sorry for that, ever. Did you have sexual feelings for me before or after chatting?”
“I am not sure, probably after, when I got to know you as a person.”
“In all my life, you have been the only one who ever complimented me, made me feel happy about myself. Your father never did that unless he wanted sex, and that was not very often. When I dressed for tonight I decided that whatever happens tonight, I would let happen. And I am sure you would never force me do anything I do not want to. So for tonight we will have sex. Maybe it is wrong, but only we will know, and even if the idea disgusts me in my mind, my heart and body are both telling me to do it. But before you agree or disagree I want you to get ready for bed and think about what will happen tomorrow. Because once we go forward with this, there will be no going back. It may become too uncomfortable for us to continue living under the same roof, we may even avoid each other and then never talk again. I want to think we can be both open minded about this, but please think about it. I will be in my room waiting. Wake me if you need to.”
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