Disclaimer: All persons in the story participating in sexual activity are over the age of 18.
The next morning I came downstairs to the smell of bacon. I saw two place settings and realized that for the first time in a month, my Mother had fixed me breakfast. Mom was eating her breakfast when I came down. At first, I thought she was dressed as she usually was in the morning in her robe and cloth pj set. As I got closer I noticed some key differences. Her robe was not cinched tight around her as it usually was but was tired rather loosely around her. Instead of cloth pajamas she was wearing a satiny nightgown. While this was not some sexy lingerie but just a rather utilitarian gown, it was more revealing than my mother's usual morning apparel. A slight hint of her cleavage could be seen when she moved and there were intriguing shadows that flashed through the opening of her robe.
I wondered if she would mention the incident in the bathroom last night. Did she want me to bring it up? Or perhaps she was embarrassed by it. I decided to wait to see if she brought it up.
She greeted me with a "Good morning, honey," And then she engaged me in small talk about school and her work. All through this she seemed slightly nervous. She then said "I was thinking that since it's just you and I living here for now and it's Friday night, you and I could go out for a nice dinner tonight. That way we can discuss some things... that I still find difficult to discuss at home."
This I realized was my golden opportunity to start a campaign to seduce my mom. Now I assure you I was not doing this because I was horny as hell by this time. Okay, I was. but that's not the entire reason. My mom had been sex-starved for years. She deserved some tender loving care. Yeah, that's what I kept telling myself.
"Sure Mom, I'd love to go out with you. It's a date." Mom's eyes widened a bit at my word choice but smiled and gave me a speculative look. I hurried home from school and made certain I was groomed and shaved. I dressed in dress gray corduroys, a gray shirt, and a burgundy velvet sports jacket. I expected to impress my mother by being more dressy than her. My mom called from downstairs.
"Jacob, honey are you ready to go? I have an cab waiting for us."
When I came downstairs my mother said, "My don't you look handsome!" I stood stock still and just gaped. My mother had gotten her hair styled. Her auburn hair had a full body and curved around her beautiful face, framing it in a sort of full arch. She was wearing more make-up than usual with striking red lipstick, pale blue eye shadow, mascara and foundation that made her look several years younger. She also had gotten a manicure and now had sharp red nails that matched the pleated red dress that she wore. The dress was well designed to show off her curves but de-accentuate her slightly thickened waist. She also wore a pearl necklace, pearl earrings, and black stockings with red shoes.
At my stupefied gaze, she laughed slightly. "Does that mean I look horrible or that I look really good?"
"Really good," I said as my brain unfroze.
Mom grinned. "Bet you didn't know your Mom could look so pretty huh? I was a bit surprised myself."
I gave her an appraising look and said, "Oooh I knew." My mother's reply to that was a small giggle and a blush. I moved quickly to open the door for her and offered her my arm. Her eyes sparkled as she took my arm and pulled me next to her.
"Your scent is quite intoxicating tonight, my dear, as is your company," I said in a terrible British accent. This was to humor my mother and compliment her as well. My Mom tittered although she had a slightly curious frown.
It wasn't until mid-way through the dinner that my mother finally broached the subject of why she wanted to take me to dinner.
Mom had a contrite expression when she said, "Jake, I want to apologize for the way I reacted when I found out about you and... Gladys. The way I overreacted really. Especially since.... I already knew about it." Mom took a large drink of her wine while her eyes registered disconcertion. "Well, I didn't
know
know but I strongly suspected it. I shouldn't have gotten so upset since, well, I sort of made it happen." She winced a bit as she said that.
With a sigh, she explained what she meant. "After the initial shock of your grandma believing you were Caleb, I found it pretty amusing how you freaked out you were and most especially how agitated it made your dad. Finding those books that said delusions should be encouraged was a bonus. And I thought that at least one person in the house deserved to be kissed and hugged romantically. So I vicariously enjoyed your make-out sessions with Gladys. I did think that it would help you become a better kisser.
"I did have reservations when Gladys wanted to have you sleep in her bed. However, I knew it would really agitate your dad, and I thought that the most you would do was cuddle. However, after you started sleeping in there regularly I could swear I heard.. sex sounds. Yes... I knew what I heard. Gladys wasn't exactly... a silent moaner. I couldn't believe it. My initial reaction was delight that Gladys was having sex and from the sound of it, really great sex at that. But then I remembered
who
she was having sex with, that is, my darling baby boy, and I became furious.
"Since it seemed to happen with great frequency, I started having doubts. I vacillated between believing you two were... doing it and thinking I was just projecting that possibility because of my empty sexual life. I became.... well, jealous that my mother-in-law and son might be having a better sex life than I ever did. It was this jealousy that led me to try and keep you two apart as much as I could. Despite that I suspected you were.. sexing I didn't actually want to find out if it were true. Because I knew I would lose my mind if it was true. And when I was confronted with the obvious, I did lose my mind. I think a lot of... my reaction... was because you're my baby and seeing you so... grown up made me feel even older than I usually do."
Considering how my Mom had been acting the last few days, I was pretty certain that wasn't the only reason she was jealous. "Age is just a number. Everyone ages, and being older doesn't mean you are any less attractive, Mom. The truth is harsh Mom but the reality is that Dad was probably never that attracted to you and that had absolutely
nothing
to do with
you
."
Mom winced a bit at my statement. "I know, I know but when I was younger there was a belief that it was always a woman's fault if a guy was gay. Either his mother loved him too much or not enough, or his wife let him down."
