Kinky Confessions

“I still don’t. Yeah, I get it—it’s a fantasy—but… wasn’t it weird?”

“Weird? Weird how?”

“I dunno. Your mom’s so much older. She’s pretty, but…” She sighed.

“Maybe it’s just me. I mean, my dad’s handsome and all, but I never thought about him like that. I’m sure my brothers never thought about our mom like that either. So I guess I just don’t understand.”

“It’s like you and pain. I don’t understand, but you like it.”

“I knew you were going to mention that. I don’t understand it either.” She sighed. “I don’t understand half the things I like. I mean, pain is the least-weird one. Like you said, it’s so normal that they have a name for it. But the other things? They all seem so perverted.”

“I think that’s why you like them. For me, the taboo is the thrill.”

“Yeah, I get it. And if I’m being honest with myself, I think it’s hot too.

The taboo, I mean, you and your mom.”

My eyebrows shot up.

“What? I’m not a total prude,” she protested. “I’m not like you, but I’m a lot more open-minded than you give me credit for.”

“True. But this is a quick adjustment, even for you. I mean, I halfway expected you to break up with me. At the very least, I thought we’d argue and sulk for a couple of days. But you seem fine with it.”

“That’s easier to explain,” she said. “I know how lucky I am. To have you, I mean. Brooke and I talked a lot the past few days. About her and Fletcher, but also about you and me. I know I’ll probably never find another guy like you, who doesn’t make me feel dirty for the things I like. I guess I’ve known all along, although I never really thought about it. Not like that.

But then Brooke said it and I knew she was right.”

“So, she knows about you? Your kinky side?”

“Oh my gosh, yes. She knew a lot from before, but I told her about our ski trips and some of the things you’ve done to me. She’ll probably give me a hard time for telling you this, but it gets her worked up too.”

My eyebrows rose with a question.

“Yeah, she’s pretty kinky too. She never told Fletcher, though. She never told any guy. That isn’t as many as you’d think, though. I’ve had more boyfriends than she has.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, it’s weird. She’s so beautiful, but guys never ask her out. I guess they’re afraid of getting shot down or something. That’s why she’s always been into girls.”

“Makes sense.”

“Anyway,” Christy continued, “talking to Brooke made me realize how lucky I am to have you. So that’s probably why I adjusted so quickly. I don’t want to lose you. I never in a million years expected you and your mom, but I guess it makes sense. I should’ve figured it out when you told me about you

and Erin. Your mom had to’ve known.”

I nodded and thought about what Erin had told me about Mom and her brother.

“And it doesn’t take much to go from brother and sister to mother and son,” Christy went on. “Or father and daughter, if Erin has fantasies about your dad.” She scrunched her nose and shuddered theatrically. “I just can’t imagine doing anything like that with my dad. I thought it was bad enough when I wanted to do things with Laurence.”

“Well, fantasies are one thing…,” I said.

“Yeah, I know. You told me. More people have ’em than will admit to them. I get it. But still…” She shrugged. “Most people don’t have parents like yours.”

“No.”

“And I suppose I can get used to you and your mom. Like you said, I get hot thinking about you and Erin, so…” She stared into space and laughed to herself. “I get hot thinking about me and Erin.”

“You can say that again,” I agreed.

She was too preoccupied to take the bait. “And I really, really wanna do it with both of you. But I don’t want to do anything with your mom.” She gave another deliberate shudder. “No. Just… no.”

“That’s okay,” I said. “Besides, I don’t know if I’ll do anything with her.

Again, I mean.”

“Why not?”

“Well, you and I need to talk about it—”

“Don’t be silly. Of course you can do it with her. Oh, please! Don’t look so surprised. You know I like to watch. And besides, I’ve already been thinking about you and other women. Most of them are our age—Brooke, Leah, Wren—but your mom wouldn’t be that different. Or Susan. She’s pretty too. Maybe the two of them together? With you?”

My eyebrows flew up again.

“Seriously?” she said in exasperation. “You know me. I’m as perverted as you are, even if I don’t like to admit it.”

“You are,” I said softly. “And I’m glad.”

“I am a little mad at you, though.”

“Oh? Why?”

“You totally ruined my plans for tonight. For the whole day!”

“Hold on,” I said, “the weather was responsible for earlier.”

“So? You still picked tonight, of all nights, to tell me about you and your mom.”

“I didn’t want to hide it from you, although I didn’t want to tell you either. I was scared you’d break up with me—or worse—but I thought you should know. Especially if we’re going to… you know.”