Dinner with Mom

Nancy sat and listened to her mother talk about the night that she had with Tim. The whole thing sounded wonderful, especially the hotel. The advantage that her mother had was that she could afford extravagances like a night at a hotel, while Nancy, still in school, would have to do with her bed at home. It would be enough. The bed wasn’t the important thing. Tim was.

Still, she was absolutely elated that her mother had enjoyed herself so much. It had been years since she’d seen her mother so animated, so excited. And of course Nancy understood. She felt the same way! Sharing her boyfriend with her mother had been a stroke of genius! It helped her mom feel better and gave Tim the chance to be with someone as amazing as her mother. What wasn’t to love about it?

But then there was Doctor Morgan. Of course Tim had ended up dating her, too. When he set his mind to something, look out! He was unstoppable, focused, and driven. Not to mention sexy as hell. And if he wanted his professor, he would get his professor. Nancy understood it. Heck, she encouraged it! He would get a chance to be with the woman who had intellectually stimulated him all year. Nancy didn’t mind. It wasn’t really a big deal.

At least not to her.

When her mom found out, though, she suspected there would be trouble. Not everyone understood the world the way Nancy did. Jealousy was the big reason. She didn’t mind that Tim messed around with other women. Who was she to put a stop to the wishes of her boyfriend?

Her mom wouldn’t get it. She would think that he was disloyal, philandering. A big reason Nancy’s mother had first considered joining the relationship was to stop exactly that kind of behaviour from Tim. She was afraid that he would break Nancy’s heart.

But he wouldn’t. Not her Tim. Yes, he would screw around. How could be he not? But he would always come back, and Nancy would always welcome him.

The descriptions her mother was using about some of the sexual exploitation they had done for a bit graphic, causing Nancy to blush. It wasn’t that she wasn’t curious about what Tim had done with her mom, but actually hearing it from her mother’s lips was an intense paradigm shift. Overall, if felt good to hear, though. It was as if her mother looked at her as more of an equal, someone who intimately shared something special that nobody else would understand.

And they probably wouldn’t. But who cares? Nancy didn’t want to spend time worrying about what people thought. She needed to figure out how to make sure her mother was okay with Tim doing the things that Tim needed to do.

She could take the initiative and talk to her mother about Doctor Morgan, but Nancy was pretty sure that would blow up in her face. No, it would have to come from Tim. He was who her mother was crazy about. He was the one that spoke with so much authority. He was the one who would bring her mother around.

She decided then and there that she would ask him the next time she saw him. This wasn’t a text conversation. This was a face to face. She hoped it would be soon. It was fun to share, but she missed him so.