He could die a happy man when he felt Mom squeeze him tightly. He knew that he would never find what he shared with her anywhere else. Other girls would come and go throughout the course of his life, but only Mom could make him the happiest guy alive with something as innocent as a hug. It further reinforced how special she really was.
“I needed this so much,” she said, turning her head to give him a peck on the cheek. She didn’t dare break their hold, though.
He begged his cock to remain dormant. It’d stirred faintly over the past few minutes, but Mom’s kiss provided the first real challenge to the impossibly tall mountain that he needed to scale. It would take a truly heroic effort to maintain his composure, but he didn’t expect to falter. He was mature enough to give her what she needed.
But he just couldn’t help himself. His big mouth refused to get with the program. He knew that he should stay quiet and give her a shoulder to cry on, but his testosterone had other plans.
“Dad must be crazy.”
She broke off their hold to look him in the eyes. “What?”
“Dad must be crazy,” he repeated, screaming at himself to stop. His effort went for naught. “Why would he ever cheat on you? You’re perfect.”
It was almost as if he watched her worry melt away. Her despair drifted off to distant fields. His words provided her with the relief she so desperately sought, and his calming presence reminded her that she lived with a man who worshiped her every thought, smile, and curve of her body. Dad may have messed up only a few hours ago, but he would never make the same mistake.
She threw herself into his arms. The intensity of their hug increased tenfold compared to their prior embrace, and her overwhelming admiration acted as a gut punch to his prior mindset. How in the world did he have sexual thoughts about her earlier? He didn’t need sex! A basic hug doubled as cocaine when Mom was the girl in his hold!
“I love you so much,” she told him. He was the last liferaft on a sinking ship, and her aggressive hug reflected her urgency to find safety. “So, so, so much.”
“I love you too, Mom,” he said, smitten as ever while he took a deep whiff of her long brown hair. Just like the rest of her, her brunette locks resembled intoxicating flowers.
How long did they continue to hold each other? Five seconds? Twenty minutes? Forty hours? He honestly couldn’t tell, because every moment with her felt like a lifetime. Could he find such a high regularly? What if he hugged her randomly throughout the day while reminding her of his love? He wasn’t a picky guy and he definitely didn’t need material possessions in order to discover happiness. He merely required a living, breathing, exhilarating woman who loved him unlike anyone else, and he knew exactly where to find that girl.
The worst moment of his life came courtesy of his decision to loosen his grasp after she pulled back. He fell from the indescribable warmth of heaven and crashed into an ocean of mediocre women. Once again, he found himself surrounded by eighteen-year-old girls who only cared about social media, and his misery multiplied now that he’d experienced a taste of the good life. Mom was his new standard! Every other girl would be a monumental disappointment compared to her!
“You’re my world, baby,” she said, leaning in to give him another kiss on the cheek. “Never forget how much I love you.”
He would rave about her qualities. She needed to learn how much he cherished her personality, sense of humor, and her kind heart. He would spend hours telling stories of the endless number of heartfelt moments that he recalled over the past eighteen years, but he couldn’t even muster the backbone to compliment her stunning blue eyes or gorgeous wavy hair. Rather than act like a man, he unfortunately reverted back to his nervous days of yesteryear. Maybe there was nothing wrong with the girls at school? Perhaps he was the one at fault?
He contemplated punching himself in the face as hard as he could after she hopped off his bed. Mom had sat on his mattress for five minutes, informed him that Stacy had given Dad a blowjob, and hugged him with more passion than anyone ever had, yet he’d only managed to tell her that she was perfect and that he loved her. It was a pitiful example of taking a chance. Unfortunately, he buckled under the pressure, and he failed to pull the trigger like he so badly desired.
“Good night, sweetheart.”
“Good night, Mom,” he returned her farewell under his breath, watching her perfectly sculpted butt head for the door in her pair of cute blue pajama pants.
There she went. The only woman he truly loved would sleep next to his unappreciative father tonight, and he had no one else to blame but himself. Mom could be snuggled in his arms right now if he had any balls! Fuck, he hated himself sometimes!
Chapter 6 — A Late-Night Talk
Three Hours Later.
Nick plodded down the hallway in the direction of the bathroom, his mind reeling with the many ways he could potentially kill himself. He still couldn’t believe how badly he’d screwed up earlier. Why didn’t he tell Mom how much better she was than the girls his own age? Why didn’t he explain that she deserved better than Dad? And most importantly, why didn’t he offer to show how he would treat her if she was his girlfriend?
He needed to make a change. He had to do something other than sit around and wait. In order for Mom to be able to show her love in ways that few mothers ever had, he first needed to prove that he adored at a level she’d yet to fully grasp.
He skipped the bathroom, made his way down the rest of the hallway, and quietly opened his parents’ bedroom door.
He planned to take the biggest risk of his life in the wee hours of the morning. He just didn’t care anymore. He couldn’t live with himself if Mom didn’t know how he truly felt, and he honestly didn’t care if her response resulted in a hug, a kiss, or even something more. She just had to know.
Nick tiptoed to his mother’s side of the bed and gently nudged her shoulder. “Mom.”
She was sound asleep.
“Mom,” he whispered again, careful to not wake Dad.
Every so slowly, Mom roused from her deep slumber. The faint hint of light from the hallway allowed her to make out his face, but her confusion was evident by her perplexed look. She had no clue why he was in her bedroom.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, attempting to gain her bearings.
“I need you to come with me for a minute.”
She checked her phone to confirm how late it was. “Sweetheart, it’s one in the morning.”
“I know,” he nodded while making sure to stay quiet. “Just come with me real quick.”
She rolled out of bed and cracked her neck to loosen her stiff joints. While she was a girl who valued shuteye, no amount of REM sleep could stop her from following her son into the hallway. He was one of only a handful of people who could claim such an honor as well.
It didn’t take long before she found herself in his bedroom for the second time in so many hours. “So, what’s up?”
He pointed at the end of his bed, shirtless and in only his boxers. “Sit.”