Capítulo 93: Mom's Concern
The first thing I noticed was that my mother had not changed out of her clothes from earlier: a pair of jeans and a white shirt. It wasn't so late that she needed to change, but it was Saturday night, and she wasn't going anywhere.
"I came here to tell you to leave your door open, and this is what I find," Mom said, shaking her head at me.
I looked at her clothes and said, "You were coming up here no matter what. You could have told us to leave the door open on our way upstairs, but you wanted to catch us doing something."
"I did not." Mom looked at me, sitting on the bed with a pillow over my lap, and she frowned, then her eyes widened, and she looked away. Sighing, she walked to the bed and sat down near the end, facing forward and keeping her eyes off of me and my erection. "I came here hoping that you were doing as I had told you to do, but you weren't, were you?"
"I'm eighteen."
"And that's still too young for today's world. You don't even know if you'll be together forever."
"We're adults now," I said, narrowing my brows. I hated it when my mother said something that made sense. I thought I'd be with Jenna forever, but did I know that for sure?
"That doesn't matter." Mom took a deep breath. "You may not understand it now, but one in-the-moment mistake could cost you years of your life. You may have to put off college. You may decide not to return. A baby could change the entire trajectory of your life. You don't need to be sexual just because you've turned eighteen."
"We haven't had a chance to be sexual," I said.
"Sexual means everything up to and including sex," Mom said, turning a sideways glare on me. "Everything you do tempts you to do more, so that means no kissing, no touching, no looking at each other naked, and no sexy text messages."
I laughed.
"I mean it," Mom said. "I know how teenagers are with their phones."
"Jenna's dad isn't serious," I said. "She'd hate him for the rest of his life if he kept us apart. It's a dad thing. It'll pass." By now, my hard-on had softened some. I turned on the bed as my cock lay in a tube-like state over my sack. I slid the pillow off to the side and crossed my legs on the bed, the bulge in shorts no longer as obscene as it had been before Mom had knocked on my door. "Trust me."
"No." Mom turned to me. "You trust me. You don't want to be an eighteen-year-old dad."
That was true, but that wasn't going to happen. That only happened to irresponsible people, and Mr. Charles Mason--what an almost terrible name Jenna's dad had--was going to have to accept the fact his daughter was growing up, and she was eager to join the adult world.
"I'm eighteen years old," I said, and though I tried to mimic my father's stern tenor, my next words still trembled, and my heart still sped up as I added, "I have needs, Mom."
Mom laughed without humor.
"Can't you go back to holding hands?" Mom asked. She faced me, her regal features hanging low, the way a puppy might after its master had given it a stern yell. "Waiting another four years is not that long when compared to the rest of your life."
My mother was right, but fuck that, I had a cock to satisfy, and Jenna wanted sex as much as I did.
I shook my head.
"Can't you watch porn?" Mom asked.
I laughed a little and said, "No," while still chuckling.
"Can't you," Mom said, cringing, "just cheat on her?"
"What?"
"Just a little?" Mom pressed her lips together, her face trembling. "No one has to know. I'll help you find someone who Jenna will never meet. We'll find you an older woman who doesn't have to worry about pregnancy. I mean it, Mark: a mistake with Jenna could ruin your relationship, your friendship, and your lives."
"I'm not cheating on Jenna," I said, shaking my head. "How can you ask me that? That's a crazy idea. Plus, I love--"
"You don't even know what love is." Mom's eyes narrowed, and that sad kitty look took on a fearsome expression. "You're doing this out of spite. We told you no, so you're going to show us that you don't have to listen to us anymore, aren't you?"
"Mom--"
"No," Mom said. "I bet you would run off with the first woman who showed any interest in you."
"She'd have to be one beautiful woman," I said, laughing and trying to soften my words. Cheat on Jenna? Mom was crazy.
"How beautiful?" Mom leaned forward, looking me in the eye.
"She'd have to be," I said, leaning forward and trying to keep my laughter in check, "as beautiful as you."
Mom blinked.
I let my laughter escape my lips as I turned away from my mother's gaze.
"And since there is no woman as beautiful as you," I said, "I guess we're going to have to hope that Mr. Charles Mason--I'll call him Charles too now that I'm an adult--is bluffing about keeping us apart. He's going to ruin his relationship with Jenna if he does."
Mom stood, glaring at me, then she turned and headed for my door. I can't be sure, but I thought I heard her mumble, "As beautiful as me."
My mother wasn't stupid.
How many blonde, sun-lit women with an inner glow and the regal bearing of a Lord of the Rings elf queen were walking around in the world within reach of us--that would also fuck me on a whim and couldn't get pregnant?
None but her--and she could still get pregnant--not that I meant that she'd fuck me, that thought had never entered my mind. But there was no one as beautiful as my mother anyway, and so she was shit-out-of-luck when it came to convincing me to cheat on my girlfriend--or so I had thought at the time.
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