Incest stories, Naughty Selfies with Mom, I walked down the stairs early morning to the sound of my mother arguing with someone over the phone. She was sitting by the dining room table wearing her robe and she slammed her phone down after she gave the last word.
“Ugghhh… what an asshole,” she muttered to herself.
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I sat down next to her.
She looked uncharacteristically dressed down without any makeup. Her hair was sloppily done and she looked like she was on the verge of tears- a stark contrast to the usual ‘upbeat soccer mom’ image she always presents herself as in public. And her public image was extremely important to her.
“It’s nothing,” she replied in a deflated tone. “Actually… I heard from a friend last night that my boyfriend had been out with another woman.”
“So you think he’s cheating?”
“That could be anything,” I said, trying to make her feel better. “For all you know, that could have been his sister or co-worker.”
“My friend said that this other woman had her head buried in his lap in a parking lot. You know, going up and down. I don’t want to get any more graphic than that.”
She grabbed a tissue and wiped a tear from her eye. “I didn’t want to believe that he was cheating on me either, so I called him just now to talk about it and he was tripping over his words. That jerk eventually admitted it. He tried telling me how she ‘didn’t mean anything to him’ and how sorry he was.”
“Jeez, I can’t believe he would do something like that when he’s already got someone like you.”
“It’s so hard to find a good man these days. I guess that I had been married to your father for so long that I forgot that some men don’t know how to appreciate a good woman.”
“Mom, you’re one of the most beautiful and intelligent women I’ve ever met in my life. If a guy doesn’t appreciate you, then he’s an idiot and it’s his loss.”
“Thanks,” she said with a warm smile. “You’re the best. I’m lucky to have a young man like you in my life. You always know how to cheer me up.”
“Of course, you pay the bills,” I joked.
By the looks of things, mom appeared to lighten up for a moment.
“So I’m assuming it’s over between you and him,” I said.
She let out a loud sigh. “Well to me it’s over. But he says he still wants to talk it over, even after I’ve made it clear that I don’t want to see him anymore.”
“Do you want him back? Do you want to give him a second chance or anything? Do you think he deserves it?”
“Not a chance,” she replied immediately. “I can’t trust him anymore. He’s admitted that he’d been cheating for weeks. Weeks! He was messing around with her and then taking me out on dates.”
“I know he is. But he’s adamant on working things out between us. He says he’s going to call me back when I calm down.”
“Mom, we have a party in a few hours,” I pointed out.
“I know. He’s no longer welcome here. But I think he’s going to try and call me anyway, which would ruin the mood for me. I have family and friends to entertain!”
“Well, if you want my opinion,” I said. “The best way for him to stop bothering you is to, I don’t know, pretend you’ve been cheating on him too.”
“What do you mean?”
“Tell him that you’ve been cheating on him with another guy also. That you don’t want to work things out because you have someone else.”
“I don’t know if he’ll believe it.”
“Of course he will,” I replied. “But only if you make it believable. I mean, he’s been hiding his affair for weeks, who says you haven’t been doing the same thing? Just make him believe that you’ve been cheating too, and he’ll never want to see you again.”
A grin slowly appeared on her face. “Making him jealous certainly doesn’t sound like a bad idea. With the right presentation, I think it could work. If he could play the game, so can I.”
“I’ve got a bad, bad, feeling about that mischievous look on your face,” I said with a grin of my own.
“You’re the one who gave me the idea,” she replied playfully. “It would serve him right for cheating on me. But for now, we should forget him and get ready for the party. I want to look my best.”
“Suddenly you seem a lot happier.”
“Thanks to you. And I pride myself on being a great hostess of parties. Thanks sweetie.”
She stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead before heading up the stairs. Somehow, this seemed like only the beginning of a long day.
An hour had passed when my mother called me to her room. When I got there, she struck a model pose to show off the outfit she’d be wearing for the party.
“What do you think?” she asked, still looking fresh out of the shower. “Not bad for a 45 year old woman, right?”
Her hands were around her waist as she stood barefoot in a holiday hostess outfit. It mainly consisted of a thick red dress which came down to her knees, displaying her toned calves from all the long distance running she does. It showed off most of her arms, highlighting her regular yoga routine. She also wore an embellished large black belt buckle around her waist. A lot of effort was also put into her hair and makeup.
Simply put, she was stunning!
“You look fantastic,” I replied honestly. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so… dressed up for a party before.”
“You can go ahead and say it.”
I paused a moment. “Sexy.”
“Thanks! Wait until you see my matching black boots. I saw this ensemble a few days ago and I just couldn’t resist.”
“I can see why. Is this still a family friendly party?” I joked.
She smiled, “Of course it is. I know it’s a little more revealing than what I usually wear for these sorts of gatherings, but since this year’s party will only have grown-ups, I figured why not? You only live once, right?”
“Did the break-up have anything to do with this?” I tried to pry out of her more details. “You seem like you’re starting a new chapter in life or something.”
She gave a purposefully coy look. “Maybe. Let’s just say that I feel liberated and I want to look my best. And if you look good, you feel good.”
Right on cue, her phone beeped as she received a text. She picked up the phone on a nearby table, and judging by the suddenly miserable look on her face when she read it, it had to be him.
“Ughh…” she sighed. “He’s apologizing profusely. He also wants to come over right now to talk about things. The last thing I need is for him to come here and make a scene. Guests will be arriving soon. It’ll ruin the party.”
“Just call him back and tell him that you’ll talk to him tomorrow.”