Mom

“Tell me John, at what point did you decide that fucking a terminator would be a good idea?” Sarah asked from the doorway. She wore a pair of sweat pants and a loose t-shirt.

“Oh, ah, hi Mom,” John muttered, holding his pants in his left hand.

“Hi,” Sarah responded, then looked over at Cameron, who was still wearing only her bra. “Get some pants on, then get out.”

“But John said from now on-

“And I said put pants on.” Sarah countered.

“Do it,” John said before Cameron could protest further. After a moment the cyborg complied, grabbing her jeans from the floor. As she pulled them on Sarah noticed that per her son’s instructions she was wearing no underwear, but decided that Cameron going commando wasn’t high on her list of priorities. After putting on a shirt and her shoes Cameron went over to the door. She hesitated for a moment as she glanced back at John, but at a nod from him went outside, closing the door behind her. After a moment Sarah looked back at her son.

“So, care to explain what I walked in on?” she asked.

“Ah, no, not really.”

“Well try.”

John folded her arms across his chest. “We were having sex.”

“Why?”

“Because we wanted to.”

“The two of you wanted to have sex?”

“Alright, I wanted to have sex.”

“And Cameron, being the obedient little toaster she is, went along with it.”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, so your young, and have hormones and stuff, I get that,” Sarah said. “But why her?”

John shrugged. “You see any other available candidates?”

Sarah was silent as she considered this. Finally, after several minutes, she spoke. “I don’t like the idea of you being with her.”

“Well, like I said, available candidates.”

“What if I could give you another option?”

“Really? Who?”

“Me,” And with that Sarah walked up to her son, took his face in her hands, and kissed him.