R+ Fantasy:Chapter 2

A little about Rachel, my mother. 46, a few pounds over her marriage weight, and she’s currently estimated to be around 150, 5′ 4″. with an incredible personality and a lovely face. I’ve never really looked at her to determine her bra size, so I can only guess. It’s obvious, not very big. She seems to relax a bit after Dad passed away. She also wore her hair in an extremely messy, unfeminine way. It’s probably easier to care for, but in my opinion, it’s also kind of giving up.

When I arrived at Mom’s, she had prepared ravioli with meat sauce for supper. On a Friday night, she doesn’t have time to prepare the pasta or sauce from scratch because she still has a job, but she does a fantastic job of complementing the premade ingredients. Excellent, in my opinion. accompanied by bread and one of the wine bottles I brought. After putting the beer and other wine away and putting my suitcase in the guest (my former) bedroom, I sat down to eat.

“All right, big boy. Tell me about your dating situation as it stands right now.

Another twenty-minute speech about how attractive I am and how, with a little more work, I would have ladies swooning over me. Although I genuinely adore my mother, she is starting to sound like a one-note recording.

I tried another strategy.

I’m hitting the ball worse now than when I started after a big bucket of balls. I just serve to reinforce negative behaviors. That’s how dating is. I’m not skilled enough for it. I only end up seeming more pitiful when I try harder. I’m your favorite son, so you can’t see it. We get along well, and I’m not attempting to date you. Bars are just a depressing place to be. Dating apps don’t work for me either, though I’ve tried them.

“So that’s it, you just give up? Ketty found a husband. I wonder if Ketty could give you the lessons you need.”

“Yep, was there that night, 3 years ago. I remember being shot down twice just asking women to dance. Does Ketty even still know what’s going on out there? It’s just harder for guys. Women get to choose who they like and don’t like; they just seem to be there. Before even dancing with one person, let alone letting someone take them home, I’ve witnessed attractive women at a bar snub eight or ten men in a row. Which brings up another topic. It will soon be eight years since Dad’s death. When will you resume your hunt? You are still of dating age, but I also loved Dad.

“I’ll wager that those guys were shot down by a young, attractive woman. Unbelievably, I attempt dating once. Do you believe that being a woman is easier? Try being a 40-something lady who is out of shape and has few opportunities. Women in their 20s and 30s are the target of all the reasonably successful and attractive males my age.

“Are you implying that we are both SOL, Mom? Just repeating the same old thing is enough. Let’s tidy up, turn on a movie, and forget about our problems. Tomorrow, we’ll sort it out. Okay, some tomorrow.

We went to our designated movie positions after cleaning up. Mom and I sit on the couch, wine and beer on the coffee table. I enjoy lying back and letting Mom rest her back against my chest. She occasionally rolls up on my chest on her side. We have been seeing films like this since high school, even though it seems a little personal. I believe that we both simply like being in human contact. If it’s cold, I’ll put a blanket over us and put my arms around her middle.

Tonight, Mom let me operate the television. I started watching a few Netflix films, but I stopped when I reached Summer of 42.

“A decent film. Mom, what are your thoughts?

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen it, but I have heard of it. “Any good?”

Yes, I just stated that it was. This is the feature film for tonight. Before I begin, are there any preparations I need to make?

“I’m good.”

The widow brings Hermie into her bedroom during the consoling, which develops into an extremely intimate moment. Hermie has been pursuing her throughout the film, and she simply needs someone right now. The only background sound is the crash of waves. There are no sex sounds or scenes, but you are aware of what is happening. The widow leaves the following morning, moving on to another life. For me, it was more of a fantasy. Much more erotic than anything on Pornhub, in my opinion.

“Well?”

“All right, I suppose. That part at the end made me uneasy, and it was a group of foolish youngsters.

“Uncomfortable? “Why is that?”

“Well, the woman was exploiting the boy from the standpoint of a mother. Then she’s gone. That would influence a young boy.

“Mom, are you aware that every adolescent male dreams about that precise scenario? The author’s actual experience served as the inspiration for this film. After all these years, he gave it enough attention to write the story. The writer eventually managed to reach the woman. She was worried that she had permanently damaged him, as she was aware of the book and the film. He hoped her life had gone well and was overjoyed to finally meet the woman who had given him such a wonderful memory.

“So doing an older woman is one of your fantasies?”

“Yes, that really does it for me when you include the feeling, the scene, and the sound of the waves breaking. Not so much doing a 50-year-old hooker in a bordello. You have fantasies, don’t you?

“I’m not supposed to talk about my fantasies.”

“But you have them?”

“Of course, I’m just not going to tell you about them.”

I don’t think it’s fair. It’s still early, anyway. I thought we were supposed to be drowning our sorrows, so let’s find another movie.”

“All right, you fetch more wine, and I’ll find something else to watch. There is no more of the half bottle from dinner.