Naughty Selfies with Mom

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“Suddenly you seem a lot happier.”

“Thanks to you. And I pride myself on being a great hostess of parties. Thanks sweetie.”

She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading up the stairs. Somehow, this seemed like only the beginning of a long day.

***

An hour had passed when my mother called me to her room. When I got there, she struck a model pose to show off the outfit she’d be wearing for the party.

“What do you think?” she asked, still looking fresh out of the shower. “Not bad for a 45 year old woman, right?”

Her hands were around her waist as she stood barefoot in a holiday hostess outfit. It mainly consisted of a thick red dress which came down to her knees, displaying her toned calves from all the long distance running she does. It showed off most of her arms, highlighting her regular yoga routine. She also wore an embellished large black belt buckle around her waist. A lot of effort was also put into her hair and makeup.

Simply put, she was stunning!

“You look fantastic,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so… dressed up for a party before.”

“You can go ahead and say it.”

I paused a moment. “Sexy.”

“Thanks! Wait until you see my matching black boots. I saw this ensemble a few days ago and I just couldn’t resist.”

“I can see why. Is this still a family friendly party?” I joked.

She smiled, “Of course it is. I know it’s a little more revealing than what I usually wear for these sorts of gatherings, but since this year’s party will only have grown-ups, I figured why not? You only live once, right?”

“Did the break-up have anything to do with this?” I tried to pry out of her more details. “You seem like you’re starting a new chapter in life or something.”

She gave a purposefully coy look. “Maybe. Let’s just say that I feel liberated and I want to look my best. And if you look good, you feel good.”

Right on cue, her phone beeped as she received a text. She picked up the phone on a nearby table, and judging by the suddenly miserable look on her face when she read it, it had to be him.

“Ughh…” she sighed. “He’s apologizing profusely. He also wants to come over right now to talk about things. The last thing I need is for him to come here and make a scene. Guests will be arriving soon. It’ll ruin the party.”

“Just call him back and tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“At this point, I don’t think that would do any good.” The same mischievous grin from earlier this morning suddenly re-appeared on her face. “I’ve got an idea; I don’t know how you would feel about it, but I need a huge favor from you.”

As soon as she said that, she tapped the screen on her phone, doing something which looked important.

“Sure. Anything.”

She took a few steps forward and stood in front of me. “This is going to sound a bit weird, but can you pretend to be my ‘secret boyfriend’ for a moment? It’s the only way he’ll get a clue that it’s over. It will only take 2 seconds.”

“I guess so, but how exactly is…”

She suddenly grabbed the back of my neck with one hand, leaned forward, and planted a wet and strong kiss on my lips. It felt wonderful feeling her mouth forcefully pressed against mine. It happened so fast that I didn’t know how to react.

Her mouth pulled away and her attention went back to her phone as she looked at the image on its screen.

“Here, have a look,” she said, showing me the picture of our lips kissing. “I’m going to send that to him and he’s going to freak out. It’s a nice way of getting him back for what he’s put me through all morning.”

“Yeah… uh… I’m sure that would do the trick.”

A little smirk appeared on her face. “You enjoyed that kiss, didn’t you?”

“What!? Of course not! I was just going along with it since I knew you had your phone out.”

“Oh, don’t try to deny it. You’re a young man with plenty of desires. I know what young men like. Trust me, us mothers talk, and it seems pretty common that college men your age would feel this way about us.”

“Seriously?” I questioned, surprised that my demure mother would be talking about a subject like this.

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