She said, “Okay,” but she was obviously still shell-shocked.
I said, “Thanks. Maybe I’ll take off now. I’ll call you.” and I left.
I had gotten two blocks from her house when my cell rang and mom said, “Matt, I do want to talk to you; I don’t want you to keep any of this from me. Would you please come back for a little while so we don’t leave everything in a mess?”
I said, “Sure mom.”
When I got back we sat together on the couch and mom said, “You said I was unhappy, and you’re right. And one of the reasons is that you left, I missed you Mattie; at least now I understand some of why you went, but I don’t want to lose you forever. So let’s talk, but promise me you’ll never do that again, go away without talking to me, no matter what it’s about.”
I said, “I just didn’t know what to do then, I always wanted to tell you.”
She said, “Okay baby, and promise me you’ll give me time to absorb the shock from this bomb you just exploded in our living room.”
I laughed, “Okay mom.”
We talked for about two hours. Without being graphic, I told her I loved her and I wanted her. She listened and asked me about the when, what, and where, until she seemed to acclimate enough to the idea that I wasn’t an alien that had taken over her son. She said, “The only inkling I had about any of this was the way you looked at me sometimes. I guess I felt it was sexual, but I thought it was…normal.”
I sort of snickered, “To me it was normal; you looked hot.”
She raised her eyebrows, shook her head side to side and said, “I don’t know where you get that idea.” We were both getting tired from the late hour and the emotional strain and I stood up and said, “I think I’ll go now mom and we can talk again.” When she stood I said, “But would you just do one thing for me, let me kiss you once, the way I’ve always wanted to?”
She said, “Alright baby.” I leaned to her and she closed her eyes. I kissed her gently, not wanting to overdo it. Her mouth was slightly open and I slid my tongue between her lips only to the point where it touched the tip of her tongue.” She made a small sound I wasn’t sure of. I broke the kiss and said, “Thanks mom; was it terrible for you?”
She said, “Of course not baby, it was very…loving.” I gave her a hug and enjoyed her body against me. I didn’t let her feel my hard-on against her.
The next time we spoke on the phone, mom was worried about her job. She’d heard that some people were going to be cut and she didn’t what she would do if it happened. I said, “I can help you out mom, I’m doing pretty good.”
She said, “Oh no, thanks sweetheart, I’m okay for now.” I really wanted to help out, but in reality, I didn’t have that much extra cash. But I did get an idea. I spoke to Bunny Spane.
I called mom and said, “Invite me to dinner tonight.”
She laughed, “Of course you’re invited, you’re always invited; you don’t have to call, just come.”
When I got there I said, “I know how you can make some decent money.”
She said, “How?”
I said, “Pose.”
She said, “What?”
I said “Listen, I know you don’t think you’re hot, but you are.”