Ever since puberty I had always been attracted to my mom. She had a great body that my friends would often tease me about. They would usually joke about having sex with her and I couldn't blame them. Not only was she extremely attractive, but being a single mom she was always trying to look good for other men.
Despite all the teasing I got, it never had any impact on my relationship with her. I recognized she was good-looking but never thought anything more of it. On the night of my 18th birthday, however, my life changed forever.
Mom sat me down in the couch and laid down the news: according to her I was actually adopted. For years she told me that my dad left as soon as she was pregnant leaving her to take care of me by herself. I believed it without second guessing for a second, but apparently she took me in after a friend of hers got pregnant in college and couldn't raise me.
"I know that all this must be shocking, Michael," she said, "but I want you to know that even though I didn't give birth to you, you'll forever be my son."
So many thoughts raced through my mind. I had so many questions to ask but at the time I couldn't find a way to ask them.
"Would you like to meet her?" she asked, as if reading my mind. I gave a quick nod. "If you want I could invite her over so you can get to know her."
It sounded a bit weird meeting my biological mother for the first time. What would we even talk about? But ultimately, I agreed and nervously waited for the day.
She came by our house a few days later and the first thing I noticed was was her large breasts. Apparently she was one of those free spirits that didn't believe in bras.
She must have noticed me staring because she adjusted her shirt and said "You must be Michael."
"And you must be my Karen," I said nervously.
She came inside and the three of us sat in the kitchen table in silence for what seemed to be an eternity.
"Well, this is awkward." my mom said with a smile. "Let me get us some wine so we can loosen up!"
She stood up and left me alone wit Karen. I guess we both realized we were both a bit uncomfortable because we started laughing for no reason.
Finally, she said, "this shouldn't be this weird, right?"
"No, of course not!" I responded with a smile.
By the time mom came back with our wine we were already talking like friends. The hours passed and the three of us were having fun and getting tipsier. I was particularly enjoying the stories they shared of their time together at college going to parties, getting into trouble, etc.
"There was this one time..." Karen said in between laughs, "that your mom and I were celebrating the end of our junior year with some friends..." and stopped, clearly feeling embarrassed about the story she was going to tell.
