The second time I hooked up with my mom

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I obviously won’t be sharing any photos, but I can describe my mother here. She’s in her late 40s/early 50s and has blond hair about to her mid-back. She is a little on the thicker side and definitely has some mom curves and a big ass. She has some age lines on her face and she can light up a room when she smiles. She keeps in decent shape, she kind of looks like and is built like a slightly older Amber Lynn Bach, but without the boob job lol. To me, she is just my beautiful mom. The conversations here are recreations from memory but they convey the spirit of what was said.

After our first make-out session, that night things were a little awkward. My mom seemed short with me. Not mad necessarily but just not her talkative, cheery self. She asked me if I remembered last night, to which I replied “parts of it” with a smile. That wasn’t received as well as I’d hoped it would be. She made comments like “Someone had a little TOO much fun last night” and “you forgot where your bed was”. I tried a couple of times to approach the obvious elephant in the room but she would change the subject and said that we’d talk later. I could tell she wasn’t ready to talk about it and honestly I wasn’t either.

I took it easy and backed off for the next couple of weeks. We still texted a bit, but the obvious flirting was gone and neither of us brought it up. I also needed some time to hide and sort out my emotions too. I was feeling pretty guilty. The more I thought about it the more I realized that I was the one who had come into HER room, I had drunkenly come on to her, and I had basically initiated all the physical contact. She had definitely responded to it and even took off her panties (!) but I was still feeling like it was all my idea and that I had pushed it on her. I felt like I wanted to come crying “sorry mom for groping you when I was drunk” and fess up and get forgiveness from my mother, but I also realized that she was either mega pissed off at me or mega into it, so I figured the best thing I could do was to take it slow and follow her lead. This was my mom after all.

A few weeks passed and my friends back home were having another party. I had a huge lump in my throat as I took the plunge and texted my mom. I told her I’d be coming back home for the party and asked if I could stay the night at her house. It felt like an eternity waiting for her to write back lol. To my relief she wrote back “of course you can stay here sweetheart, this is your house! Why wouldn’t you stay here?” I responded that I know I can party a little hard sometimes, and sorry if I can get out of line and that I was really looking forward to spending some time at home. She wrote back “aww sweetie, I’m looking forward to seeing you too.” I don’t know why I was feeling bold all of a sudden, but I decided to test the waters and I wrote back with “maybe I could come home for the whole weekend and we can hang out Friday night?”

It was not uncommon for me to spend a whole weekend back home, but it was uncommon for me to make plans with my mother like that, let alone on a Friday night as at this point I was very into hanging out with friends and drinking and partying and girls. She wrote back that she’d love to hang out on Friday if I was ok with “spending my whole Friday night with mom,” to which I assured her I would love to. I was just so happy to be affectionate again with her and maybe even a little flirty.

In the days leading up to that Friday night, we got flirty again over texts. I started complimenting her a lot again, she started calling me “baby” again, we made playful digs at each other, culminating in her saying something like “maybe you’ll remember what bed you sleep in this time” to which I replied “no promises mom”. We were over-the-top flirting again, and I loved it.

That Friday I drove down and she greeted me at the door. We hugged for WAY longer than normal but no kiss or anything. She was wearing her usual yoga pants and tank top combo. We decided to stay in and make dinner and watch a movie. She opened a bottle of wine and I helped the best I could with making dinner, we were joking and laughing and it honestly felt like a date. In that we were both clearly just enjoying each other, it seemed almost normal but better than normal. Sorry, I am terrible at writing emotions like this. I was laughing and flirting with my MOM, and I realized she hadn’t spent time with a man like this in forever and I could tell she loved it too. It just felt electrifying and right. We were a couple of bottles down at this point and I’d never seen her drink this much before.

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