Truthfully, I had only asked for Bonnie Raitt. I knew next to nothing about her, just that earlier wasn’t the first time I had heard Mom singing along to her. But I just smiled knowingly, and told her I loved her.
“Please believe me, I feel the same” sang sweetly from the speakers and Mom looked at my dreamily, eyes glistening just a little. “I love you, too, Bradley.”
I leaned in to peck her on the cheek, but she turned her head and met my lips with her own. I froze, stunned, and I think she was too, at first. I heard her inhale sharply and felt my lips being kneaded, like I was at a distance from myself. But then her tongue touched mine and I was rocketed into the moment, my virginal moves trying desperately to keep up with her expert ones. I was worried I went too far when I wrapped my lips around her tongue and she immediately pulled back and closed her eyes. She re-opened them and looked around quickly; no one had seen us.
“Everything okay, Mom?”
“I don’t know, honestly.” I couldn’t read the expression on her face. “How are you feeling?”
“G-good,” I sputtered, maybe too eagerly. She smiled and I tried to steady my nerves.
“Didn’t have too much to drink?”
“Nope.”
“Didn’t smoke any of the wacky tobacky with Sophie and her friends?”
“No!” I lied.
“‘Kay. Just checking.”
“Why?”
Just then the chorus of the song came round again. Mom sighed and moved her face towards mine. Bonnie Raitt’s “I feel the same” was joined in an instant by Mom’s low breathy mimic right into my ear, ringing through my body like a shotgun blast.
“Bradley?” Mom jolted me awake. A song I didn’t recognize was playing. “Listen to me, okay?” She giggled, smiled with complete understanding. “I’m going to go up to my room now.” She pressed her extra key into my palm. “I want you to wait five minutes, then come up. Got it?”
I swallowed. “Five minutes. Then follow you up…to your room.”
“Good boy.” She kissed me on the cheek, then shifted her lips into the small hot space beside my ear. “This is going to be so good, Bradley. I love you more than anything, sweetheart.”
And then she was gone, leaving me to kick off the longest five minutes of my life with a hard-on that was rapidly approaching full-strength.
What the hell do you do while waiting to fuck your mom?
I scanned the ballroom aimlessly, trying to quiet my nerves. There were still quite a few people dancing and mingling. I looked for Sophie but couldn’t find her.
I’d decided to head to the washroom to wait out my sentence when I glanced past the bar and met a pair of eyes that had apparently been waiting for mine: the cute blonde server’s. She waved me over, smiling mischievously, and I shuffled across to her with lead feet. The last thing I needed right now was another gorgeous older woman.
“You look like you could use a drink,” she said.
“I don’t know. Can you still? Couldn’t you get in trouble?”
“That depends.” She winked. “Do I still have your mom’s permission?”
“Definitely,” I said and smiled through my blush at the mention of my mother. I took a sip of the drink she had made me. (Gin, straight. I liked this woman.)