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Mom pinned me with a stare that threatened to pin me to the wall, her usually smiling plump mouth a thin line of barely contained anger.
"Language," She growled, then sneered, "It was three dates, and no, I did not have sex with them. Ass holes! The whole lot of them! Tell me Charles, what happened to men? When did they get so, so conceited. So self-absorbed. Selfish. Arrogant. Demanding! One the men actually threaten me if I didn't have sex with him..."
She sputtered to a stop as she shook her head and fiddled with her nails again.
"Mom," I said gently, "I don't think men have changed all that much. I think we've always been all those things. I think though—I think what has changed is expectations. Women don't expect men to behave like gentlemen anymore. So, they don't. And, I think we live in a very 'self-serve', 'I deserve this', 'instant gratification' time."
"Anyway," She said after a minute to calm down and nodded in agreement, "I've decided I never want to date again. I have you. You are my man. All I need is your love and I will die happy."
It killed me to say what I was about to say, but I did it anyway, "Mom, I think you should try dating at least a couple more times. But, let me help set you up on another relationship platform. There is this one that asks a lot of questions and profiles your personality and manages the people you see off of that. I don't know, but it seems that if any dating site is going to work, that one should."
Marcelle's mouth frowned in a doubtful expression, but then she sighed and nodded.
"Fine," She said, "One more try."
The first thing we did was close her other dating account. Then I took mom back to my room and we set up her new dating profile. I let her sit in my chair and we read through the list of questions and I listened as mom, more often than not, jokingly answered them. Once she was done we scanned through some of the profiles on the site. It was really hard to not be jealous as I listened to her comment on profile pics and biographies.
——(!)——
It was almost 10:30 in the evening when mom finally excused herself to use the bathroom, brush her teeth, and go to bed. As soon as she left I logged her out of the dating site and started a new account. This one was for me. I now knew mom was willing to date a guy as much as five years younger than her, and so I made my profile 25 years old. I also set my name as Everett, my middle name. Everything else was me exactly. My hobbies. My interests. Everything. I took the personality test, and to my utter amazement I was exactly the personality type suggested as mom's perfect match.
I was floored.
So, I took it again.
It was exactly the same.
Knowing mom's profile name by heart, it took less than a minute to find her. I 'favorited' her, which sent her a notification. I 'hearted' her and my favorite pics I convinced her to take and load up to her profile. Those sent notifications as well. And then, I wrote her a message.
"Dear Silvermane,
I read your profile and checked out your pics. You're a beautiful woman. Both inside and out if your Bio is to be believed. So, you have a son. Cool. Similarly, I have a mother.
Sorry, that's my humor. Rough. I know. However, I do usually at least crack myself up!
Anyway, you seem the type that likes to take it slow. Enjoy each other's company. Well, I do too.
I hope this note finds you in good health and humor, and, I hope, I will speak with you more.
Sincerely, Everett"
What! was I doing??
This was a BAD idea, and yet, I found myself proofreading my note and then clicking the send button.
Bad, BAD idea!
It was almost 12 o'clock when I shut down my computer and went to bed. Only, I couldn't sleep. My head was filled with visions of my mother kissing, and snuggling, and fucking me right here in my bed!
- COMMENTS
Wargamerover 1 year agoShe sleep thru having sex on top of her son? Doing all the work.
Really???
What a load of rubbish.
Try to keep the story credible, too late tho you failed.
Scores 3/5, you are way off getting a 5/5
greenreaderover 1 year agoOnce again to my favorite authors because THIS story might be a start of an glorious adventure. I hope so at least. 5 stars of course.
However my alarms are firing and I have to respond to them before I get over invested in this:
Pinkender you're hinting at some sort of fantasy/supernatural elements of the story with Marcelle (what a hot woman btw!!) having silver hair, her compulsory behavior, almost feral desires, rejuvenation after sex... Madison kind of has an elf like features etc. So far I am head over heels, balls deep into this.
The feverish joining of mom and son's body was destined to happen, they were just too slow to process that consciously. They are a perfect match after all :-)
And then you take another path which pushes us more into an internet age, social apps kind of a story. I hope this is only to be used as a crutch to tell the bigger story (Charles gets to find out more about his mom's preferences, maybe gets sent some of her pictures...) and not become central to the plot.
Are they entirely human? What happened to all the men in the family, is Charles in danger/special in some way?
Marcelle. Marcelle. Marcelle. 'micro thongs and g-strings' its where its at ha ha. Just kidding but I am seriously looking forward to her letting him ogle her as you've put it. Maybe that's the breaking point where they both accept what their bodies already know to be true. What will Marcella do when she realizes Charles isn't watching her like a son should. Will she bend over and flash him her forbidden treasure? Will he confess she is the one for him?
Will Madison show up to have a little taste of her own medicine? So many questions, damn it. Looks like I'm already hooked.
Please continue asap. Many thanks for writing and sharing with us.
Anonymousover 1 year agoi thought it started out well but it seemed to become unrealistic at the end
Foxterot7aover 1 year agoI liked the story but felt sorry for both the mother and son. The son was not mature enoughto tell his mother what had happened between them and that he honestly loved her. Likewise, he was unable to pickup on what his mother was tellling him. Finally, his creation of a false profile will only hurt his mother in the future. As for the mother, it is unfortunate that she could not bring herself to tell her son the truth about how she really felt about him. She has the chance to make him into a man who knws how to please a woman as well as himself. The old saying "The truth will set you free" is most appropriate for this story.
