The first time he had seen her he was a newborn just learning to use his eyes. Then all he saw was mother. This time he was seeing Mary, the woman. A real flesh and blood woman, with real flesh and blood needs and desires. Josh had never seen his mother as anything but mother until that very moment. Now Josh felt awkward. He didn’t know what to think or say. He decided to use his mother’s wise advice she had often given him. “Let’s sleep on it and see how we feel about it in the morning mom.”
“Ok Josh. That sounds like a good idea. Good night sweetheart I’ll see you in the morning.” Mary said sweetly.
Josh leaned in and gave his mother a goodnight kiss on her cheek, and left for his room. On the way there he was examining his own feelings about the scene. By the time he was getting into bed he was forming a tent in his pajama bottoms. There was no doubt about it the prospect of performing the scene with his mother was turning him on too. What should he do about it? Was the question that would rob him of sleep most of the night.
Mary was doing no better. She read the rest of the play and loved it. It was a beautiful story that was well written and the song lyrics were brilliant. She so wanted to play the part, but that scene with her own son was going to be the deal breaker. How could she do that with her own son? She kept asking herself.
Sunday morning came with a vengeance. Both Mary and Josh were dragging butt by dawn. Josh made it to the kitchen first, so he made coffee and started the bacon. Mary came in and started helping. This was a dance the two had danced so many times together. Josh poured coffee for his mother and himself. Mary grabbed the creamer out if the refrigerator and added it to each cup. She returned the creamer and got the eggs. Josh stirred the coffee and turned the bacon. Mary turned on the other burner and got out the egg pan. Josh sprayed the pan with spray oil and Mary cracked the first egg into it. Breakfast prep continued like this until the toast popped up indicating it was time to eat. By then the two were both on their second cup and feeling a little better.
After breakfast was done and the kitchen put back in order, only then did either one of them speak. “So what do you think mom? Are we going to do it or not?” Josh asked.
“I really don’t know if we should Josh. Just reading the scene was giving me unnatural feelings towards you. I don’t like how perverted it made me feel about myself. Do you understand what I mean?” Mary said very matter of fact.
Josh always admired his mother’s honesty and candor. “I got those same feelings mom. Last night I saw you for the first time as a woman and not just as my mother. I couldn’t sleep all night. I don’t feel perverted or dirty over it but I do feel a little sad.” Josh said with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Sad? I don’t understand. Why sad?”
“Because mom, I will never see you the way I used to again. I will from that moment on see you as a beautiful vibrant woman. Desirable in every way that a woman is to a man. You have lost your motherhood in my eyes and now all I will ever see when I look at you is a beautiful woman. Can you understand that mom?” Josh asked with tears rolling down his cheek.
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