“Jeremy?” Stephen asked of me.
“All this talk has me curious,” I said, “so, yeah, I guess I would.”
“Fuck it,” Stephen said. “I’d fuck my mom, too.” He poured us another shot and we toasted fucking our moms should the chance ever present itself. As I downed mine, I knew my decision was already made.
I called Mom at five-fifteen and told her the truth. “Stephen bought me a bottle of tequila for my birthday and we’ve been doing shots all day. Although I think I could make it, I don’t want to chance driving. Can you pick me up?”
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she told me. “Be waiting out front.” I was, and I hopped into her Lexus when she pulled up. “I’m disappointed that you got drunk, Jeremy, but you showed great maturity in calling me.”
“You raised me to be responsible,” I said in return. “Don’t tell Dad, though. I think I can hide it from him.” Silence for a few minutes, then I said, “I’ve thought it over, Mom, and I’d like to continue the family tradition.”
She looked at me and smiled. “I was hoping that you would.”
“I’m a virgin, though, so can you take your time and show me how to become a well-rounded lover?”
“We have as long as you’d like it to continue, Jeremy,” she answered. “No need to rush.”
“When do we start?”
“Tonight,” she answered. “Your father will be in bed by ten, so I will come to your room by eleven. Be clean. That is my only demand.”
“I will,” I said. “I promise.”
We had dinner at Fiddler on the Green. Dad and I ordered the prime rib while Mom had the seafood platter. Afterwards, Dad passed me a small box. I opened it to find a set of keys with the word FORD embossed upon them. The keys were old. I knew that much. I stared at them a full minute before asking, “A sixty-five Mustang?”
“Candy-apple red, black leather interior, convertible,” he finished for me.
“Oh, Dad!” I near-shouted. “I don’t know what to say.”
“Say, ‘Thank you,'” Mom interjected.
“Yes. Of course. Thank you,” I said as I rounded the table and hugged him. I felt a moment of guilt right then as I knew that I’d be having sex with his wife later tonight. Oh, well. Like I said, it lasted a moment, then the moment was gone.
“What do you want to do with the Chevelle?” Dad asked me.
“Can I keep it?” I asked him. “I don’t want to rack up too many miles on the Mustang.”
“I don’t see why not,” he answered.
I rode home with Dad and we discussed giving the Chevelle an overhaul and a new paint job. He said he’d be happy to help, which I was happy to hear.
I was in a state of constant anticipation the remainder of the night. Mom and Dad went to bed at ten, so I took that time to bathe. I thought of jerking off to prolong whatever the night may have in store for me, but then I thought that we were on borrowed time, that Mom may want to finish quickly so she could get back to Dad before he awoke, so I decided to just let things happen as they did.
I was lying under my covers, already naked, when Mom entered my room. Between the LED from my clock and the small amount of light from the street lamps coming through my window, I could see her well enough. “Are you awake?” she asked me.