Sweet Mother

Stepping back I reached forward and roughly spun mother around by her waist - the stool before her vanity being an old wooden affair with a free-turning seat and no back. It had been my grandmothers, her mothers, and it had aways been something special in my moms life.

I gripped her knees, which she had again pressed together, and stopped her spinning as soon as my mom was facing me. Her eyes were looking at me with something like guilt mixed with pleading.

"How long has it been since you have been with a man mom?"

We both knew how long - she had revealed it to me over dessert - five years. She looked embarrassed when she had told me, but I was not sure if it was because of telling her son that she had been sexually active after her divorce or that it had been so long since she had sex. She had asked me about my recent experiences - and starred wide-eyed as I told her about my current girlfriend and how she likes to do it in public places.

"Do you always use protection Jason... ?" She