She pulls out several bottles of wine and pours some for each of you.

You smiled at her. "I'm happy too, Mom, it's been awful not having you around the house."

She smiled back. Damn, but she is pretty. "It's so nice to hear that." She pecked you on the cheek and went off to the kitchen. You were glad she had turned around, because you must have gone fifty shades of red. When she returned she held a bottle of wine and two glasses.

"Wine?" You asked. "You've never-"

"It was always your father who was so against you having a little drink, I wasn't that lame, was I?" She cut in. Wasn't? Interesting word choice....

You threw your hands up. "Fine by me." As she poured a glass of rich red for you, you had a devilish thought, and before even thinking realistically about it you spoke. "If I drink I probably shouldn't drive tonight, then."

"Did you bring a toothbrush?" She said with a little laugh. "But you're right, there are several guest rooms you could stay in." She finished pouring her own glass and took a drink, taking a moment to admire the colour. "It's nice having some good wine around, your father only got the cheep stuff, Stephanie has much better taste."

"I guess you do, now." You said.

She smiled again. I love it when she does that. "I guess I do. Now let's eat before the fish gets cold." You found that her cooking skills certainly had not diminished, and that the salmon, spiced well and topped with lemon was delicious. The dill potatoes were creamy and rich, and you found that the wine she had picked complimented the meal.But it was all boring compared to her. She chatted on about the house, the decorations, her new friend and most of all about you and your brother and sister. She said very little about your father, what little she had to say didn't seem particularly positive to you. And with good reason, he's been a real ass. The candles lit the scene well, and the flow reflected off her soft skin, and made her eyes shine brightly. I believe I've fallen in love with my Mother. The thought scared you, but it didn't make you want to leave. You very much wanted to be with her. You noticed she drank freely, pouring herself several glasses. Your mother had never been much of a drinker, your dad didn't like having much **** around anyway.

Taking that as an sign, you too drank your fill. You had never been much for wine, but it tasted just fine to you tonight. The bottle was finished before you had even finished the meal, and your mother offered the get another bottle, though her face was rosy from the drink. "If you're thirsty, I'm thirsty." You said with a laugh. She laughed too.

You finished the meal and chatted awhile longer, enjoying the wine. You realised you were drunk, and had little doubt your mother was too. Stephanie was big only in the important places, after all. "Well, what can we do now?" She asked.