She brought me more water, and smiled. She had a rum and coke.
“Daniel?” She asked, holding the glass at my chin. “Please spit in it.”
I did. “Mum?”
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Your face is a mess.”
She drank her drink. She sat back and again opened her legs to show me her panties.
“Son?” She asked. “I don’t think I can ever kiss you.”
“That’s okay, I guess.” That was all I could say. Kissing was farthest from my mind.
“Why, Mum?” I interjected.
“Your father. I used to vomit on his cock when it was in my mouth. Then he would kiss me.”
“Gross!” Said I.
“Then he would kiss me and swirl my puke inside my mouth. He liked it, I didn’t. Made me want to vomit again. I puked in his mouth a few times. I think he liked it.”
“Wow he was gross!”
My Mum scratched at her cheek, and looked at her nail. Dried up sperm. She put it to her mouth and sucked on it.
“Want another drink, babe?” She asked.
“No! HA! I gotta piss like a racehorse!”
“That’s my plan, son!”
“What is your ‘plan’, Mum?”
She lay back, and wiggled her head between my thighs. She was lying back, looking at me right in the eye.
“Daniel?” She asked, her head in my lap, body strewn along the couch.
“Yes Mum?”
“Do me a favour?”