She did as told.
He may have stood a mere two feet away from his beautiful mother, but it felt like a mile as he stared into her tired blue eyes. Her messy hair and wrinkled pajamas stole his heart. Absolutely no one or nothing could rival the goddess in his bedroom, but he struggled to properly express his love yet again. He felt overwhelmed–exactly like earlier.
Kim could sense that something was off. “What’s wrong?”
“I um…I-I…” he stammered, stalling for time. “I…”
She stared at him blankly, waiting for him to reveal whatever was on his mind.
“I just lov-lov-lov…”
By no means was she familiar with this nervous version of her son. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”
Why was it so hard to tell her how he honestly felt? He loved her, she was beautiful, and she had the unique honor of being one of the few women who he actually enjoyed spending time with. Why not just tell her that? She would be flattered!
He regained his composure, stepped forward, and opened his mouth to finally speak his mind.
But he failed miserably.
He couldn’t even spit out a single word this time. His immense failure stifled him while he stared down into Mom’s confused eyes, and the reality of his situation further destroyed him. He would never be anything more than her son, and they would never share anything like Dad and Stacy did. It was crushing.
What if he skipped the verbal route and settled for the physical approach instead? It was really his only chance, wasn’t it? Lord knows that he must sound like a buffoon stuttering and stammering the way he did.
For a split second, against his better judgment, he decided to act like someone else. He wasn’t the kind of guy who typically showed such aggression. He was generally reserved, but his following decision definitely said otherwise.
He bent at the waist, placed his hands on each side of Mom’s pretty brunette head, and kissed her on the lips.
The electricity was indescribable. Somehow, a mere kiss possessed the same magic as a million different girlfriends simultaneously smothering him with adoration, but he knew better than to expect anything different. Why wouldn’t it send chills down his spine to kiss his perfect mother on the lips? And it wouldn’t make sense for every hair on his body to not stand up straight. This was Mom! She was an angel!
Their two-second embrace felt like an eternity after he pulled back to gauge her reaction. While he would do anything to spend hours with her mouth, he also couldn’t risk doing something to trouble her. Mom’s comfort was his number one priority, at the end of the day. Unfortunately, he wasn’t greeted by a smitten woman who longed for his affection.
Rather, he stared right into the eyes of his horrified mom.