I filled her in on some of the details as she had her coffee. She forgot some, and remembered others.
“Travis. Again. I’m sorry. I wanted… I was struggling with… I mean… Shit. I’ll just say it. I don’t know what I was thinking last night… I was ready to, um… fuck you, and I thought if I got enough alcohol in me I could go through with it. But that didn’t really work out.”
I sat down and we clasped hands.
“Mom, or is it Dixie?”
“It’s Mom, son.”
“Well, Mom, that’s not the only chance we’ll ever have.”
“Trav, did you want to? But it’s so… well we know it’s not the right thing to do. The moment was right, the time was right, but maybe it didn’t happen for a reason. And maybe it’s for the best. I’m sorry if I led you on, but… I can’t do this anymore.”
Mom stood up and went back upstairs. I heard the shower go on.
Deflated, I went to the music room. Yes, the house has a music room. Which is good because we all dabble with something. I try to play guitar. I’m not bad, was actually in some little bands for awhile in my teens. Growing up with Mom and Dad, music was always around us. And we didn’t care what it was as long as it was good.
So I played for a couple hours, it really helps me to unwind and not think about things.
Eventually, Mom came back down, all clean and refreshed. She looked fucking great, actually.
“Don’t stop, keep playing.” Mom always liked my guitar playing. “Do some oldies!”
I picked ‘And I love her’, an acoustic piece from the Beatles. Mom looked startled, then she settled into it. I followed up with a little Classical Gas, then I played some Kentucky Woman, Mom’s favorite.
“Let’s go get the cars and some lunch,” she said right after that.
We chatted about this and that, but it was kind of strange. We didn’t mention the fact that I had held her ass, cupped her breast, ground my raging cock into her pelvis. Or the fact that she gripped my cock, and masturbated in the ladies room. Yup, didn’t mention those things.
We got home after a couple hours, kind of beat from running around town.
“Maybe we should stay in tonight?” I offered. “Get some pizza? We’ll do something special tomorrow for Mom’s Day.”
I went back upstairs for awhile. I had to think. I was ready to nail my mom last night, and today, it’s like nothing happened. Back to normal. But I’m not liking normal. I don’t like it at all. Is Mom not interested anymore? Or was it just a spur of the moment thing? Random chance? We were so connected yesterday. Dancing with Mom was indescribable. We were hot and heavy, seriously hot and heavy. I wanted to do that again. But not just dancing. I wanted more. I wanted it all. I wanted all of her.
My breathing became ragged, it was like my blood was beginning to boil.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.
I stormed into Mom’s room. Nothing. Ran downstairs, where the hell is she? Ah, there she is, sitting out by the pool. With a glass of wine. I guess she’s fully recovered then. I marched outside; a man on a mission.
“Oh hey, honey. Just relaxing a bit–”