Trust your Mom

My Dad's advice is valid but my Mom was there. She knows exactly what's going on. Hell, she knew more than I did apparently. So I'm just going to leave her to do her thing for a bit longer. If nothing good comes out of it, well, then I'll start taking things into my own hand.

I kept myself busy for the day. Just messed around here and there, trying not to think too much about anything.

Finally, the door opens and my mom comes in.

She doesn't notice me laying down on the couch and goes straight to the kitchen. She takes out a glass of water, leans against the wall and sighs a big sigh. I look over at her and she looks.... happy? Oh, she is really happy, she is glowing.

"Hey Mom" I say when as she takes a sip of water, "How was work?"

She opens her eyes a bit caught off guard and tries to keep the water in her mouth. She swallows it slowly and suddenly acts tired.

"Oh it was tiring honey, you know how it is."

"You've been working really hard lately" I say while I unconsciously inspect her from top to bottom. There is something off. She looks really rested I think at first.

"Yeah, this project we've been working on lately has been intense." She says fixing her hair, "I'm not sure when I'll be over with this if I am being honest"

Honest huh? Why the hell is her hair this messy anyway? It all looks as if she put her clothes on in such a hurry. Her shirt is all wrinkled and messed up, and the zipper on her shoes isn't even all the way up. My mom isn't a messy person normally. She legit has OCD and takes care of every detail of her looks before going out. This really feels off.

"That sounds rough" I tell her.

"Yeah, really rough" she replies.

A moment of awkward silence passes by and I just bring it up, cause why not.

"So I've been thinking about Noah," I start talking, "I've been thinking a lot actually and I-"

"Sweetie," She cuts me off, "I told you a hundred times, I'll take care of this." She starts moving closer to me on the couch. "In fact, I have been taking care of this, and I think, that we might visit Noah soon... you and I"

"Really?!" I jump out of the couch, "You talked to her?!"

"We...." She says as she puts her hand over her neck, ".... talked...."

"and?!" I ask surprised that, she hasn't told me anything yet.

"Well, we talked a lot actually now and then. forget about when and about what, but I'm making progress." Mom says and pauses, holding something back for sure.

"You talked about that night?" I ask scratching my neck now too.

"That night." She scuffs, "That night was something else." She laughs.

"It was *somethingg*" I laugh too trying to avoid the awkwardness of remembering my mom sucking me off.

"Well, I'm sure you could understand why Noah, reacted the way she did John. I mean imagine yourself. There is this big secret, the biggest secret you could have about yourself. You have been hiding it your whole life, from almost everyone. Then the guy you like finds out and Does. Not. Like. It. At. All."

She says and and barely squeezes her ass over the kitchen's table to sit.

"And then," she continues, "Not even an hour later, you find yourself, god knows how, in a fucking- ooh," Mom puts her hand over her mouth, "Sorry for the language" she chuckles and continues, "in a freaking threesome with your crush AND his mom. Noah went with it, for quite some time and yes, she did like it. But, it was all new and overwhelming. Which is partly my fault." She says and plays with a strand of her hair going down on her shoulder.

"Okay okay it was mostly my fault," she admits, "I just didn't want her to run off and ruin what you guys had going on, because you freaked out."

"Mom" I try to explain, "It wasn't an easy pill to swallow" I mutter.

"Oh sweetie, I saw your search history"

"No you didn't" I shrug it off, "I always delete my search history anyway. What are you trying to get at?"

"John, you should know by now, that the internet provider can give the parents whatever information they need"

My brain went into alarm mode thinking about everything I ever wrote in that search bar. FUCK!

"Don't give me that look" She says with her mouth in the water cup drinking the last sip. "I knew Noah's secret and I thought to myself, well, what if John wouldn't mind. I got curious and all and looked over the search history. Don't worry don't worry, I didn't dig deeper than needed, but I got what I wanted. I know for a fact that you don't mind a little bit of extra down there and there is nothing wrong about that."

"It must've been a mistake I- I- never searched anyth-" I stutter.

"John sweetie..." my mom looks me dead in the eyes with a cheeky smile, "The stories you've read alone are enough to prove what I'm saying. Do you really want to talk about the details now?"

I don't even reply. There is no reason to try to lie at this point.

"Anyways, where was I" She says as she stands up and walks over to the sink to put down the water cup. "Ah, with that knowledge I had, seeing Noah running down the stairs I knew what happened and I knew that I had to do something about it. So I stepped in. I took Noah to the side and told you to go to your room and I talked to her. She told me everything so I thought, it would be best if I give you another chance." she pauses for a second. "Then I fucked up"

She turns around and sighs,

"Yeah yeah I admit it, I got turned on and got a little carried away. What can I say, it was all just ughhh so hot." She says squeezing her palms pissed at herself.

"So yeah, I wanted to step in, but then I stepped in a little bit too far and I didn't think that it would be too much for Noah"

She paused again and walked over to me.

"Which is why I'll do everything to fix this"

She opened her arms inviting me in for a hug.

"Sorry John" she says as I'm in her arms.