She and I instantly became best friends. For the next few weeks, there was not a moment in which we were apart. We would always meet up every other day or so and much of that time was spent just hanging out in the presence of one another.
What was strange to me at the time was that there was absolutely NOTHING that was off limits between what we would talk about. An example of this was when she asked if I was dating someone. I had told her that I had a boyfriend back in the United States but we agreed to call it off upon realizing that I was moving away. However, as a farewell gift to one another, we both agreed to lose our virginities to each other. That way, we could forever leave the other person with a piece of ourself. From then on, our topic of our sex lives came about. I learned some of the crazy experiences she had growing up which would put all those videos on pornhub to shame! I felt extremely taken away by her openness and at the same time, felt a bit embarrassed by my lack of experiences. However, it was nice to have that girlfriend in my life where we could gossip to one another like a couple of giddy high schoolers.
One thing that she told me that I found fascinating is that she really didn’t date much and even if she did, it wouldn’t progress past the six month mark. There was just something about the aspect of settling down that didn’t really appeal to her. I suppose those feels may come because of her previous family and how she was forced to abandoned us. As for dating, she would mostly just have the occasional fling to satisfy her feminine urges but it never progressed from there.
So, now that the context for my upbringing has been devolved, now it’s time to get to the night in which changed our lives forever. On a winter night, my mother took a drive to my home so we could have a girls night out. We decided to go out to a local bar that I visited quite frequently, as to take advantage of the fact that I was of age to drink here but ironically, not in the USA. We had our drinks, we were enjoying the music when suddenly two guys began eyeing us from across the room. (Despite the fact that these convos were in Spanish, I’n going to translate it to English out of convenience)
My mom turns to me and says, “Look at those guys in the back, I think they’re staring at you.”
I reply, “I dont think it’s me that they’re staring at, their eyes seem quite fixated on you!”
“Oh please why have this aged mom when you could have her younger daughter”
“Oh shut up, you and I both know that you look more like my older sister or just a friend of mine than you do my mom!”
Before my mom had the chance of saying something in retaliation, we saw the guys begin to stand up and make their way towards our direction. We watched from the corner of our eyes, pretending not to notice as they stood right beside us.
To this day, I COMPLETELY forgot what their names were. So for the sake of the story, I’m going to refer to them as “Thing One” and “Thing Two” partially because I can’t think of a fitting name for them and partially because I just recently watch The Cat in the Hat movie and I’m still having fever dreams because of it.
Thing One approached my side as Thing Two approached my moms side. The fact that they instantly made their choice on who they wanted to talk with made me chuckle, as they must’ve decided amongst each other on who they wanted to hook up with prior to approaching us.
Thing One introduced himself to me, offering to buy me a drink. Not wanting to turn down free alcohol, I gladly accepted his offer. Thing Two attempted to do the same with my mother but instead, she replied with saying that she’s fine.
I could sense some self esteem issues going on with my mother so I decided to help her confidence a bit and act as her wing man.
“My friend Maria would LOVE a drink”
My mom looked at me with a confused expression but I gave her a glance of assurance. “Just go along with it and have fun”, I attempted to communicate with her telepathically as we locked eyes. I could sense that my mom was struggling with her image on this particular night. So to prove a point, I purposely referred to her as a friend of mine, in order to prove that she can still play catch and release with these guys.
Thing One was around my age with long wavy black hair. He wore a large leather jacket that made him look like a mixture of a rocker from the 80’s and a goth band member from the 90’s. Thing Two was a bit older and on the shorter side but with muscles that threatened to rip open the buttons from his button up shirt.
Over the night, these guys and I engaged in a lovely conversation. They made sure our drinks were filled to the very top at all times and it didn’t take long for the alcohol to overtake our better judgement. One thing that I found extremely sexy was that the entire night, I referred to my mother by only her first name, some thing that I have never done before. Any other night, I referred to her as mami or mama but not tonight; on this night, she was “Maria”. (You gotta say her name with a Mexican accent for its full affect).
These guys were flirting with us throughout the night. At first it something as innocent as slightly grazing our thighs, giving us gently kisses on the back of our hand like absolute gentlemen. However, after encompanying them for several hours, things escalated in intensity. The club was dark so it made it easy for them push it with us such as openly fondeling my breasts through the thin fabric of my dress or the other guy openly sucking on my moms neck right in front of me.
After a few hours of drinking and dancing, it became extremely hard to keep on my unstable feet, something that Thing One picked up on. He took the opportunity and asked, “Why dont the four of us go back to my place? I live close by, we could catch a cab!”
I looked at my mom, attempting to take in her visual cues on what she wanted to do. I was having fun with these guys, I felt no shame in continuing the party. My only concern was what happens when we get back to their place? I wouldn’t want to be there in the same room with my mother as I get my guts rearranged. However, it was far too late in the night for us to disclose with these guys the true nature of our relationship.
Suddenly, my mother chimed in out of nowhere and said, “Ashley lives close by, we can walk there instead!
I was shocked at her offer but I suppose that it was the safer option considering we didn’t know these guys. At least we could be in the comfort of my own home as opposed to the home of a stranger. We walked on through the pitch black sky in suspense of what the night had in store for us.
I drunkenly stumbled as I attempted to unlock my door with my key and flung it open while everyone made their way inside. I immediately offer them some drinks as we all sat down on the couch. It didn’t take long for the four of us to begin making out, with my guy and me sitting on the opposite side from my mother and her guy. I was in a trance at the situation we were in, the taboo of seeing my mother with another guy made me extremely turned on. I knew that these urges were going to have to be satisfied but when I saw the guy undressing my mother in front of me, I suddenly had a moment of realization. I needed to give them their space if things were to continue.