Kinky Confessions

“Oh, crap,” I said. “It’s probably my mom. I called and left a message earlier.”

“Go ahead and answer,” Christy said.

“Sorry. Hold on.” I grabbed the phone. “Hello?”

“Hi,” Mom said. “You called?”

“Yeah. I was just checking in.” I waited for Christy to take off her shoes.

Then I gestured for her to join me on the bed. She hesitated but clearly felt awkward where she was. I gestured again, and she crawled up and settled beside me.

“Ah, okay,” Mom said. “Sorry I missed you earlier. I was out working in the yard.”

“Nude gardening?”

“No, the regular kind. I’m the only one here.”

I moved Christy’s hand to my cock. She reacted predictably—I was talking to my mother, after all—but then she relented and started playing with me.

“Your dad went to the airport to work on the new plane,” Mom continued, “and Erin spent the night at Leah’s.”

“Ah, so no one’s there to enjoy the view.”

“The view? Of what?”

“You. Nude gardening.”

“No, I told you—” She hesitated and then said, “Is there a reason you brought that up? Twice?”

“Sort of. But I can’t tell you.”

“Right,” she said flatly. “That’s okay. I think I know. So, you’re okay with… ‘things’? Between us?”

I laughed. “That’s a major understatement.”

Christy looked up in surprise. She couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation, but she probably had a good idea.

“What is?” Mom asked.

“Calling it ‘things,’” I said, for her benefit as well as Christy’s. “But yes, I’m okay with it.”

“And I can read between the lines, so Christy must be okay with it too.”

“Yeah. I told her. I don’t want to keep things from her.”

“I see. And… she’s with you now? That’s why you’re speaking in code?”

“Right again,” I said. Then I grinned. “I get my intuition from you.”

“No, you’re a lot like your father. And, like him, you aren’t as clever as you think you are. I know exactly what you’re up to. And if Christy’s there with you, she probably does too.”

“Probably,” I agreed. “She’s a lot more observant than I give her credit for. I shouldn’t have to remind myself, though.”

“No, you shouldn’t,” Mom said.

Christy agreed with a sigh.

“So,” Mom said after a moment, “is there a reason you brought this up?

With both of us?”

I chuckled at her matter-of-fact delivery, but it also gave me time to think.

I didn’t know what I was doing or why.

“Maybe you’re right,” I said eventually. “I’m not as clever as I think I am.”

Christy searched my expression for a clue to what I meant.

“Mmm hmm. Good that you realize it,” Mom said. “Sooner rather than later, although Christy probably figured it out a while ago. And if you told her about us and she’s fine with it, you’d better hold on to her. She sounds like a keeper.”

“She is.” I looked into her eyes and said, “I think she’s The One.”

“I’m glad to hear. And I’m very happy for you,” Mom said. Then she turned businesslike and added, “But you made your point: Christy and I can coexist in your life.”

“To be honest,” I said, “I don’t know what point I was trying to make.”

“Maybe not consciously, but you’re a bit like me after all. You have a feel for these things. Now, if that’s all you wanted to talk about…?” She paused just long enough to make me think she was waiting for an answer.

“I’ll let you get back to Christy. I need to finish in the yard and then repot some houseplants. For real this time.”

“Oh. Okay. Then I’ll let you go. I love you, Mom.”

“I love you too. Tell Christy the same.”

“I will. Bye.”

“Goodbye.”

I replaced the phone in its cradle and then stared out the window. After a moment I said, “That was the weirdest phone call I think I’ve ever had.”

“You can say that again,” Christy said softly. Then she looked up. “What did she say?”

“That she loves us.”

“Us?” she repeated.

“Yeah. And… I don’t know how to describe the rest. It was like she was passing the torch.”

“Passing the—? What’re you talking about?”

I thought about it for a long time before I answered. When I did, it wasn’t what Christy was expecting.

“I’ve had a lot of women in my life…,” I began hesitantly. I felt her start to react, but she controlled it and waited for me to continue. “And I’m not talking about notches on the bedpost,” I added, “but you realized that. I’m talking about important women, ones who’ve shaped who I am. You know

most of them.”

She nodded.

“But my mom’s the most important. Duh. She’s my mom, right? Well, she just passed the torch.”

“To me,” Christy said, a statement instead of a question.

“Yeah. That’s why I’m sort of in shock.”

“Does it bother you?” she asked quietly.

“No. Only, I didn’t think it would happen in a phone call. I thought it’d be on our wedding day or something.” I snorted a soft laugh, more to myself than anything. “Life isn’t how we imagine it.”

“No.”

I took a deep breath and replayed the conversation in my head. Eventually I said, “I guess she was telling me what I already knew.”

“That I’m the most important woman in your life now?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, it’s only fair. You’re the most important man in my life.”

“Kinda scary, isn’t it?”

“You read my mind.”