Mother’s Day

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The point is, my Mom is masturbating while laying down with another naked woman.

All this takes longer to describe than it actually took place, I think I was only there a couple seconds when I blurted out:

“Hi Mom.”

Both woman jerked their heads towards me, screamed, and tried to find the covers. However, that took a few more seconds as they had been kicked off the bed completely. Looking back, it was kind of funny, or even damn funny. But at the moment, I was pissed.

What the fuck was Mom doing? How could she do this to Dad? He’s out serving our country and she’s… doing whatever the fuck this is? Goddammit!

I turned and walked back down the stairs, and out the door, with Mom calling my name the whole way.

As I drove away, my phone rang. Mom. I’m not answering that.

I begin to head to the freeway to join the traffic jam out of DC to go back to school. I didn’t know what else to do. The phone rang again, I looked at it on the passenger seat when there was a big

Whump!

What the fuck did I hit? The car is still moving… nobody’s around me… I check the rear-view mirror and I notice a major fucking pothole receding in the distance. Just about then, the steering gets weird, and the front wheels go all wobbly and shit. I managed to pull over to the side of the road. Looking under the front end, I could see a metal bar hanging down. I don’t think that’s supposed to do that. Fuck.

Triple-A came in about 30 minutes and towed me to the nearest auto repair dude. Fortunately, it was one we’ve dealt with before and he took a quick look.

“Tie Rod,” he said. “Can probably get one tomorrow, have it done by the end of the day.”

Great. None of my buddies are home yet. Guess I have to face Mom. I dialed her up.

“I’m so sorry Travis I can explain–”

“Mom!” I tried to interrupt, she just talked faster.

“Itwasn’tanythingreallyitjust happened–”

“MOM!” I hollered into the phone.

“…What!”

“Can you come get me? the car broke down.” I gave her the address.

“Sure, um, I’m leaving right now.”

“Make sure you’re dressed, ok?” I had to give her a dig.

Click.

So now I had some time to think about this. And I came to the conclusion that I didn’t know what to think. Was she cheating on Dad? Kind of. Maybe. Yes. But not quite. Was she lying to us? Absolutely. “And we always tell the truth in this house!” That line was drilled into me, by her, for years. Oh gawd…

Mom picked me up, we had an uncomfortably quiet ride back home.

I went up to my room and shut the door. I just felt so weird, seeing Mom naked was so confusing. I mean, she’s always been ‘the hot mom’. When my folks had squadron parties, all the junior officers would just kind of hover around her; let me get that, I’ll pick up the dishes, no let me get the trash, I’ll get more ice… all that kind of stuff. Dad would get a kick out of it. She was a serious looker, for sure. But she’s also, Mom. Mom, who would yell at me for not feeding the dog, having dirty shoes, getting a ‘B’ in science. Mom, who knew all my buttons and just how to play me to get what needed to be done.

It was getting on towards 6:30 when she called me down for dinner. I’d rather not eat, but I was fucking starving. Oh well, here goes.

“Do you know how your dad and I met?” she asked me as she set the table.

“Um… at some banquet or something, I guess.”

“It was at an Air Force base in Texas, Lackland. Your dad was doing some kind of liasion crap with the boys in blue. We met in the ‘O’ club, and I know it sounds dumb, but I knew he was the one for me in about 5 minutes. And sure, he liked me straight away, but not in a serious way. He was older than me, 8 years, and kind of saw me as a plaything.

“So, as you kids say, we hooked up. For two weeks straight.”

I kind of blushed and turned my head. I don’t want to hear about this!

“You probably don’t want to hear this, but I need to explain some things to you. Things that parents don’t normally share with their kids but, in light of certain… circumstances… I think you deserve to know.”

She started dishing out Aunt Betty’s famous chicken recipe. My favorite. What a coincidence.

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