“Just call him back and tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”
“At this point, I don’t think that would do any good.” The same mischievous grin from earlier this morning suddenly re-appeared on her face. “I’ve got an idea; I don’t know how you would feel about it, but I need a huge favor from you.”
As soon as she said that, she tapped the screen on her phone, doing something which looked important.
“Sure. Anything.”
She took a few steps forward and stood in front of me. “This is going to sound a bit weird, but can you pretend to be my ‘secret boyfriend’ for a moment? It’s the only way he’ll get a clue that it’s over. It will only take 2 seconds.”
“I guess so, but how exactly is…”
She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, leaned forward, and planted a wet and strong kiss on my lips. It felt wonderful feeling her mouth forcefully pressed against mine. It happened so fast that I didn’t know how to react.
Her mouth pulled away and her attention went back to her phone as she looked at the image on its screen.
“Here, have a look,” she said, showing me the picture of our lips kissing. “I’m going to send that to him and he’s going to freak out. It’s a nice way of getting him back for what he’s put me through all morning.”
“Yeah… uh… I’m sure that would do the trick.”
A little smirk appeared on her face. “You enjoyed that kiss, didn’t you?”
“What!? Of course not! I was just going along with it since I knew you had your phone out.”
“Oh, don’t try to deny it. You’re a young man with plenty of desires. I know what young men like. Trust me, us mothers talk, and it seems pretty common that college men your age would feel this way about us.”
“Seriously?” I questioned, surprised that my demure mother would be talking about a subject like this.
“Yes, seriously. We’ve never had this talk before, but I want you to know it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Mom or not, it’s okay if you enjoyed that kiss we shared.”
“I guess there’s no point in denying it,” I reluctantly replied.
“So you did like it?”
“Did you?”
She nodded. “You have nice lips. Of course I enjoyed it. Now I want you to admit it.”
“Yes,” I sighed. “It felt nice when you kissed me. Why do you want me to admit it so much?”
“Just in case we need to push this further. Hang on. He’s waiting for my reply. Let’s see how he reacts to the kissing pic. I’ll text him that I’m kissing my new boyfriend.”
Mom stood there and texted the picture to her ex-boyfriend along with her messages. Sure enough, a response came instantly.
“That certainly got a reaction,” she said, her eyes on the phone. “I think he’s upset. Lots of exclamation marks. Oh… now he’s telling me how much he’s screwed up. Wait a second… he’s confessing to cheating on me with 3 other women at his work. That asshole. Hmm… he says that confession is to show his newfound honesty. His ‘repentance.’ Prick. He still wants to come over soon.”
“Will you let him?”
“And ruin our annual holiday party? I don’t think so.”
“Then what are you going to do?” I asked.
A full blown grin appeared on her face. “Are you willing to push this even further? If that kissing pic forced him to confess his other flings, then who knows how he’ll react if I send him something more risque.”