Chapter 10

"Aaron, you are so bad," she said through her laughter. "Saying things like that to your mother. Like I need to know about my little boy's culinary habits when he's dining out on teenage girls."

"Just bein' honest," I said with a shrug. "Kind of a relief, really, because otherwise it's just locker room talk with my buddies, and that can get pretty stupid and crass."

She nodded thoughtfully. "It's not much different with the other ladies in the locker room at the gym, I admit. Maybe it's just so refreshing to have you to be honest with."

"You know you don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable, right, mom?" I offered. I wanted her to stay comfortable, of course, but I wasn't going to keep pressing and force it on her.

"Oh, I know," she said, nodding as she put some paprika on her eggs before getting into them. "Trust me, if you said anything I didn't like, you'd have a warm bottom so quickly, young man. You'll never be too old that I can't take you over my knee."

"Noted," I laughed, enjoying our banter and hoping it would continue. She looked at her orange juice again thoughtfully. "Baby, thank you for the juice, but I have an idea for something even better. Are you game?"

I shrugged and nodded. Mom got up from the table and wiggled over to her wine rack. She bent over as she seemed to count her way down the bottles, and not staring at her ass under that robe was absolutely impossible. Did she even realize she was showing it to me?

Her butt perked up for a moment as she found whatever she was looking for, and she turned and wiggled back to the table holding a bottle and two glass champagne flutes. "Do you know what a mimosa is, Aaron?"

"Uhhhh, isn't it champagne and OJ?" I posited.

Mom nodded. "Right, champagne or sparkling wine, at least. But it's a drink that's meant to go with a lavish breakfast, it gets served a lot on Mother's Day."

I nodded. "I remember them serving it to you complimentary when we went to that nice restaurant for breakfast on Mother's Day a few years ago. Is it good?"

"It's delicious, in fact," she said, opening the bottle and then pouring orange juice into the flutes before topping them with the bubbly. "Let's celebrate being rid of assholes in our lives with some morning drinking, okay?"

"Well, if you say so," I said, taking the drink from her as she pushed it to me.

"Hey, it's champagne, so it's classy," she pointed out, now holding out her glass. "To life without douchebags and slags."

"To my mom, who's been a real eye-opener for the last twelve hours," I laughed, clinking my glass gently against hers and then sipping. Mom just knocked hers back like a pro.

"We'll only get about three glasses each out of this, so no point in holding back," she said as she refilled her glass.

I chuckled and drained mine, letting her refill it. We then attacked our food, since we were both very hungry. Mom ate about as readily as I did, and I had to admit, I was surprised. Those orgasms must've really fired up her metabolism.

"God, I'm gonna have to run a marathon to keep all this food from going to my waist and my bum," she said, but she kept eating. "Does all the lacrosse, hockey, and pickup basketball really help you burn off all those carbs you take in?"

"Seems to," I said easily, chewing on some bacon. "It sure ain't from sitting in my chair playing Call of Duty with the guys."

"Call it a hunch," mom agreed. "Speaking of, are you going to be online all day?"

I thought about that. "Mom, only if I'm not spending the day with you, because I'd rather do that."

Mom's turn to think about what I'd said. "You would?"

I nodded. "Mom, I enjoyed last night, and before you came home, I was really pissed off and grumpy. We made each other feel better. If I go and play my games, I'm just hiding. Last night, I got to vent and complain and tell off my bitch of an ex, at least to you. And I'm guessing you felt the same."

I looked at her levelly. "I would much rather continue where we left off last night and get it out of my system than just avoid thinking about it. I don't care if it takes today and tomorrow. If you're game for it, I am too."

"I guess I can't believe you'd wanna spend time with your tired old mom," she said.

"Tired old mom?" I almost blurted. "The woman who made this feast this morning? The same woman who I just found out is bisexual and not above extramarital sex and prefers to not use condoms? Who the Hell is this 'tired old mom' you're talking about? Because I don't see her anywhere."

Mom blushed. "Thank you, baby," she said quietly. "That's very kind of you to say. I guess… I guess last night's little debacle with Ted rattled my self-confidence, you know?"

"Mom, pardon my French, but Ted's a fucking moron," I said firmly. "It's good that he dumped you, and I'm betting he only suggested that threesome thing as a diversion. He couldn't keep up with you in bed, could he?"

Mom blushed again. "Well, seemingly not."

"Then you're better off without him," I announced.

"Just like you're better off without Gina?" she asked, looking for parity.

I nodded. "I'll find some other girl who doesn't mind getting naked for me."

"That should take you all of fifteen minutes," mom quipped, winking at me. "You're such a charmer, after all."