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"Don’t you dare!" I reply quickly. "Mom, if this were a date with Dad, would you be so worried?" She shakes her head. "Then enjoy the food, and hopefully my company, and let take care of the woman who has ant the most to throughout my life."
She sits back then and looks at wide-eyed for a few seconds before saying, "The most... What about Tina?"
I heave a sigh before answering. "I won’t deny we fool around." It feels odd talking to my mom so openly about it, but she has to know by now that we’ve been doing it, "but other than that, we are just friends," I said.
The waiter arrives and pours us the champagne, and then leaves the bottle with us on ice. That bottle is as much as half a paycheck for . I take a sip of mine and smile before continuing. "You have loved and cared for , my entire life. Even when I was a kid and screwed up, you were there for . When I was hurt or alone, I could always count on you." I look her hard in the eyes, and smile, "So just sit there, and let take care of you."
She ets my gaze for a few seconds, taking a sip of her drink. "And what about Nancy?"
I choke, trying to take a swallow. "Nancy?" I splutter.
"I’m sorry," her cheeks are turning red. "I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s just, well, she told about what you all did. Oh, could you not give that look? I’m not so innocent, myself." I look at her curiously, still trying to clear my throat, but to no avail, "At first, I admit I was shocked, but when Nancy explained how close it had made Tina and her... Well, I couldn’t deny the temptation. I know who tucked in that first night, and I rember what I did."
Thankfully, I don’t have anything in my mouth at that mont, because I would have likely spewed it all over the table. My mother rembers kissing . And by the sound of it, it had been no accident.
I’m saved from having to say anything imdiately by the waiter bringing our food. He gives Mom a little more attention than is necessary. I start to get a bit annoyed by him, but he finally leaves us to eat. It slls great, but I’m a bit disappointed by how little there is on the plate.
"I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have told you that," Mom says, after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence. "You probably think less of now, and I’ve ruined our date." She looks down at her plate, and suddenly, I feel terrible for her.
I reach across the table and grip her hand in mine, but she continues to look down at her open cleavage. "Mom, you are a beautiful woman. I would have to be a fool to be upset by a kiss from soone as hot as you." She finally looks back up at , and I can still see so worry in her eyes.
"I’m not, son. You don’t have to lie to . I’m old and used. That’s why your dad did what he did." Her voice is soft, but I can still hear her. I can feel her ’happy’ switch dropping lower, and curse myself for this date not going so well. I’d be tempted to adjust the switch if I could without Loveth, but as I think it over more, that would be a temporary fix. I need to cheer her up the old-fashioned way.
"No!" I exclaim indignantly. "Haven’t you noticed how the waiter stares at you? He can’t stop staring. Look, he’s even staring now," I wave to where our waiter stands, looking at our table, before turning back to mom. I can’t claim she is young, not with the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes, but I can’t stand to hear her get down on herself for what Dad did, especially when her self-image is so far off from reality.
I know I promised not to use my abilities on her, but I figure this will be forgivable. I make two quick switches, one for the elasticity of her skin and one for her aging. I turn up the forr, and slow down the latter. I can’t touch her ’happy’ switch, and the two new switches won’t take effect imdiately, but it should help in the long run.
"Dad is an idiot for what he did to you," I go on.
"You look absolutely stunning tonight. Any man would be lucky to sit in my seat right now, across from you. But it just so happens to be that I’m the lucky one and I WILL NOT complain." I try to sound forceful, willing her to understand what I’m telling her.
She smiles tremulously at , her ’happy’ switch shuddering, before dropping her gaze to her plate. "Let’s eat," she says, and I figure she wants to change the subject.
The food tastes as good as it slls, and thankfully, it’s a little more filling than it looks. Mom fills up her glass of champagne one more ti, but otherwise refrains from drinking more. Since I’m driving, I only drink one glass.
"Did you really an what you said," Mom asks as she finishes up her plate, "about you being the lucky one?"
I look at her, across from , at the way the dress hugs her curves, and her beautiful cleavage, the shape of her lovely face that I have known my entire life, and answer honestly and with all sincerity.
"Do you want to know what my first thought was when I saw you co to the door? I thought you looked like a sex goddess. You’re smart, beautiful, and sexy. I absolutely ant what I said about being lucky enough to be here with you tonight."
As I speak, I watch her face for signs of anger, but only notice her cheeks reddening slightly.
The waiter returns, asking if we want anything for dessert.
"No," mom says, keeping eye contact with and her tone level, "I think we’re fine, if we can have the bill, please?" The waiter nods and walks away.
"Son, hand the keys, please. I will go wait in the car," my mom said blandly.
I’ve overdone it, I thought, with a little bit of trepidation. I nod as I reach into my pocket to draw out my keys and hand them to her. She stands, walks over to , and leans over to kiss the top of my head. I’ve a great view of her cleavage, but right then, I can’t think of anything but that I’ve sohow hurt her.
Her following words only confuse . "Thank you, son, for a wonderful date."
I pay as soon as the waiter brings the bill, and he gives a dirty look when he sees that Mom is gone. The al wasn’t cheap, but then again, I’d known it wouldn’t be. The tip is probably worse than he deserved, but he HAD annoyed . I grab the bottle of champagne as I leave.
When I walk out, I’m surprised to see Mom in the driver’s seat, and waiting for with the engine running. I get into the passenger seat, and Mom puts the car in drive. I don’t know what to say to her, and she doesn’t try talking to either. It takes a bit to notice that she isn’t driving ho. When she finally does stop, my heart is racing, and even my hands feel sweaty.
We are in a motel parking lot. The sa motel I’d found dad cheating on mom in, and later that afternoon, I fooled around with Loveth.
The silence drags on for a while, but I don’t know what to say, or even think. Mom is the one to break the silence.
She is looking back and forth between the steering wheel and the motel office as her voice cos out, cracked and hesitant.
"This was a mistake. . . We should go," Mom said.
I don’t know what makes do it, but I reach over, and before she can put my car in reverse, I pull out the keys.
"I’m going to go pay for a room," I tell her, wondering what she might say or do. "I’ll leave you the keys to my car, and you can either co in or go ho. I won’t think any less of you, no matter what you decide."
Without looking back, I walk to the office and pay for a room for the night. When I walk back out, Mom is still waiting in the car, and I can feel her eyes on as I walk to my room and unlock the door. I look back at her one last ti, before I walk in and turn on the lights.
I sit on the queen-sized bed, as I wait. Have I overstepped my bounds? I start to worry, after all, she had all but said she’d intentionally kissed that first night. After a few minutes pass, I turn on the TV. Have I made another mistake? Did I misunderstand what she had in mind? As the minutes wear on, I wonder if my and my mom’s relationship is forever damaged. Or did I read the signs wrong, and I’m just so dented pervert?
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