The faint bit of anxiety I had from believing that mom might be completely naked-which might’ve encouraged another shameful erection-was soon put to bed, because I noticed she had a bra on and most likely a pair of bottoms as well. Phew.
Moreover, I suspected that mom probably felt too warn in that nightdress. I mean after all; it was a little stuffy in there, especially with the arrival of the pizza. I took a bite out of the slice I had in my hand and continued to watch the movie with my mind at ease.
“So what do you wanna watch next?” I asked once The Hunger Games’ movie credits appeared as I reached for the PVR remote.
Mom picked up her third glass of wine and took a swing. “What’s that movie called?” She looked up at the ceiling. “The one that stars Leonardo DiCaprio and that guy from the Spiderman movies I used to take you to.”
“Toby Maguire?”
“Yea, that’s his name.”
“Oh, umm,” I thought about the title of the movie for a moment. “The Great Gatsby.”
“Yes, that’s the name. Put that on.” She took a sip.
“I think we’ve got that recorded.” I opened our recorded movies and shows list, scrolled down and pressed the enter button once I found it.
Mom and I watched something a little different after the emotional Great Gatsby flick. We decided to go with a Trevor Noah stand-up comedy special, and laughed our asses off throughout the entire performance. As we did so, I was glad to see mom so joyful again. It was almost as if dad had never stood her up. I’d done my job well.
“Thanks for making this such a wonderful day, Nick.” Mom smiled from ear to ear, placing her hand on mine once the show came to an end.
“There’s no need to thank me, my fair lady,” I used a voice for the medieval era, “for it is my obligation to please the queen.”
Mom was kind enough to laugh, despite the fact of me being cheesy. “You really are a good son, you know?” She played with my hair as she looked into my eyes with her crystal blue ones.
A brief moment of silence went by. Then mom’s face moved in. She closed her eyes and began kissing me in the kind of way that no mother should ever kiss her son. What the hell’s she doing?
“Mom,” I pulled my face away, “…what’re you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do for so long.” She moved in and kissed me with her soft lips again, gently caressing the side of my face with her small hand. The supple feeling of her lips coupled with the aroma of her sweet feminine scent made me feel like I was about to float away. What the fuck’s happening to me? I needed to put a stop to this.
“But we can’t.” I broke the kiss as I shook my head. “You’re my mother.”
“So?” She moved in to kiss me again, but I didn’t allow her to this time.
“Mom.”
“Please honey.” She placed her hand on my chest. “You have no idea how badly I need this.”
“But it’s,” I shook my head, “…wrong.”
“I know, I know.” Mom removed her hand as her head dropped. “But…the heart wants what the heart wants.” She made eye contact. “And I want nothing more than to be with you right now.”
“Mom, you’re drunk. Please stop saying things you’re gonna regret tomorrow.”