Chapter 4
Mom was still giggling and blushing. "You think your old mom oughta be a cougar and go out to get fucked by a young man?"
"I mean, don't bring him home or I'll wanna beat the shit outta him," I qualified. "I know young men, after all. But it would be nice to know you're getting your needs met."
"Have you ever been with an older woman?" she asked out of the blue.
That question caught me off-guard. "What?"
"C'mon, boy," she urged, smirking. "Have you ever had sex with a cougar?"
My turn to blush.
"Oh my goodness, you have," she breathed, her eyes dancing with excitement. She leaned forward on the table and put her chin on her hands. "Tell me. No, wait!"
She drained her beer and then got up and wiggled quickly over to her wine cabinet, grabbing a bottle of red and two glasses. "This is a wine conversation, so finish your beer by the time I get back. Go go go!"
I sighed and gulped my beer, knowing there was no point in protesting. Mom was back only a moment later, uncorking the bottle and pouring into the two glasses, making them rather full. This was serious business, apparently. She pushed mine across to me.
"Now, continue," she said, taking a sip and resting her chin on her hand again. "Tell me about my little boy's trip to MILFland."
"Only if you promise to never say that again," I muttered, making her snicker. Mom thought she was the funniest person on the planet. Always had. "Fine. It was... Mrs. Marshall."
"The history teacher?!" mom gasped, looking shocked. "You fucked your history teacher?!"
"I... yeah..." I admitted, now blushing.
She regarded me curiously for a moment. "Was that the semester you were failing History and all of a sudden your grade in the class jumped for no particular reason?" she asked.
I didn't answer quickly enough, clearly, because she burst out laughing, almost spilling her wine. I'd seen my mom laugh countless times before, but not very often like this, losing control to her mirth entirely. It was quite the insight, along with everything else I was finding out about her.
"Ohhhhh, my horny and sneaky little boy," she almost wheezed, her eyes shining, almost glistening with tears of mirth. "You fucked your way to an A? I'm so proud of you, Aaron!"
I waited while mom kept snickering, not feeling irked so much as slightly needled. "Well, didn't you ever fuck someone to get what you needed?" I asked rather pointedly.
Mom finally arrested her laughter and stared at me, trying to decide if she could tell me. "Well, yes," she admitted finally. "More than a few times when I was younger, and mayyyyybe sometimes since then, possibly once or twice at work to nick a project or outcome I wanted."
She blushed a little. "Not ashamed of me for that, are you?"
"Hell no," I replied, shaking my head. "You get shit done, mom. It's just sex, right?"
"How many times did you have to boff Mrs. Marshall to get that A, baby?" she asked, going back to smirking.
"Well, three times," I copped. "Once might've done it, but I was enjoying it, gotta admit."
"And with a married woman, too," mom breathed, fanning herself. "My slutty li'l boy."
"Thanks, mom," I muttered. "You ever been the other woman?"
The air went dead as she heard the question. Had I gone too far?
"Yes," she said finally. "Well, maybe, depends on how you define 'the other woman', really. I've had no-strings sex with a married person or two, but I was never involved in some torrid affair that would destroy a marriage. What your father did hits too close to home for that to happen."
"Sorry," I said, shaking my head. "You know I resent the Hell outta him too, mom. If I could give him a kidney boulder in his dick, I would."
"Well, that's more merciful than the leprosy I've wished on his dick," she said simply, waving it off. "But yes, I've had the occasional sexual interaction with a married person behind the scenes. Not necessarily proud of it, but to the best of my knowledge, no harm done."
"Well that's good," I said, nodding. "And now I don't... married person, mom?"
Mom said nothing.
"Married men, you mean," I ventured.
Mom stayed tight-lipped.