After 15 years of lusting and fantasizing about my Mom I had made up my mind to finally tell her how I felt. I guess I had reached the point in my life where I knew it was now or never. I thought for a long time about how to tell her. I didn't think I could do it over the phone, and I didn't want the evidence floating around that would have been left by an email. So the only option was to do it in person. That was tricky because it meant that I would have to be alone with Mom, and preferably a situation where we were together for at least a couple of days. I knew that perfect situation would be something that I would have to wait for, and that it may take months or years before it happened. But I had lived with this secret for 15 years, so waiting a while longer was not the end of the World. Basically what I had decided was that if I got the chance to tell Mom in the right situation I was going to do it.
A few months later I was on the phone with Mom and she mentioned that Dad was going on a week long fishing trip to Alaska later that month with his buddies, and said that she was just going to mill around the house. As soon as I hung up I started thinking about going out to visit Mom while Dad was gone. I knew there would be no better time to tell Mom how I felt and get her reaction. The day following that phone call I sent Mom an email telling her that I had a lot of vacation time stored up at work and could come out there the week Dad was gone if she wanted. Mom replied within an hour that she would love to see me and said she was very excited that we would have the week with just the two of us. I'm sure she had nothing sexual in mind, but of course my brain instantly went there. The next couple of weeks were excruciating, I could think of nothing else besides how Mom would react to my admission.
My idea was to save the letter to Mom in the drafts folder of an email account, then on day 2 of my visit open it and ask her to read it. I arrived in the late afternoon and Mom picked me up at the airport. We had made plans to have an early dinner then relax on her back deck. My parents live in a rural area and have a tremendous piece of property in the rolling hills and their back deck is amazing. They live in a neighborhood where each lot is at least 5 acres of land, so it feels secluded in their backyard. Dinner was great, Mom and I split a bottle of wine and she was definitely a little tipsy so I drove home. The conversation flowed easily the whole time at dinner and on the hour ride back to her house. When we got there Mom told me to unpack later so we could share another bottle of wine and watch the sunset on the deck. She laughed and said, "Hurry and grab a bottle out of the wine fridge, I'm about to lose my buzz." Soon we were sipping wine and talking about all sorts of things. About half way through the bottle Mom asked me if I had been dating a lot. I told her that there were a few women I had been casually dating. She giggled and said, "Casually dating huh? Does that mean you're just seducing a bunch of young girls?" I had an opening and decided to take it.
I took a sip of wine then said, "Well Mom, actually all of the women I've been dating are older than me. In fact I've learned that I just have more in common with older women, and definitely am more attracted to that group." Mom looked at me and asked if I was serious and then asked how old these women were. I told her that most were in their early 40's, but that one was in her early 50's.
Mom literally covered her mouth and said, "Kevin, that woman is old enough to be your mother!" Then quickly added, "Are you really attracted to women that old?" I looked Mom straight in the eye and told her that women that age were sexy as hell. And while their body may not be able to compete with a 20 year old, the women I have been with were sexier than any 20 year old I had met. We were about finished the bottle of wine so I told Mom I was going to get another bottle. As I passed Mom's computer in the living room I decided that the timing was perfect to show Mom my letter. My hands were shaking as I logged in and opened the email. I left the email open then went to open the bottle of wine. As I walked back outside I almost chickened out and closed the email, but I somehow managed to steel my nerves and join Mom on the deck. I put the bottle on the small table that was between the lounge chairs where we were sitting. I sat sideways at the foot of my chair, cleared my throat and said, "Mom, I want to talk to you about something."
Mom sat up a little and said, "That sounds serious baby, is anything wrong?"
I replied, "No Mom, nothing is wrong. I just want to tell you something. Actually I wrote what I have to say in an email that I just pulled up on your computer. Would you mind coming inside so you can read it?"
Mom had a confused look on her face but got up and walked into the house. I followed her inside with my stomach doing flips. This was it. I was finally going to admit to Mom the secret I had been keeping for 15 years. What would she say? What would she do? I started to get more nervous about what would happen if she liked the idea. Could I perform, could I really fuck my own mother? Could I please her enough to get a second shot? All of these thoughts were ripping through my brain so fast that it distracted me from realizing that Mom had started reading the email...
I'm not sure how to start this letter. It's such a strange thing for a 30 year old son to admit to his 50 year old mother. I guess I'm ashamed, and most importantly worried about your reaction. I've wanted to say something for so long, but i have never known how to start the conversation. I guess the only thing to do is to just say it...Mom, I want you. I've wanted you since I was a teenager. Back then I assumed it was just an adolescent phase that I would grow out of, but the feeling has only grown stronger since that time. It's not like you have been my only object of affection over the years, but no other girl or woman has ever lived up to you in my eyes. When I dated girls in high school and college and even when I got married in my early 20's I was always attracted to those ladies for who they were, it's not like I was substituting them for you. But I did compare every one of them to you, and they never measured up. They never matched the way you looked at me, the unconditional love in your eyes regardless of the situation. They never matched the sexy way you move, even when you're just going about your daily routine. When I look at you I don't see Mom, I see a vibrant woman who is full of life, an amazingly sexy woman who wants to enjoy life to the fullest.
There is not a single moment that stands out that first attracted me to you, it was more of just a gradual realization that an incredibly sexy woman was living in my house. Maybe it was because Dad worked out of town most of the time starting when I was 13 and you treated me as the man of the house in subtle ways. Like serving me first at the dinner table, or calling me from your office every day when you knew I would be home without my little brother there yet. Those talks became the highlight of my day. They started as routine updates and requests to get chores or dinner started, but over the years they turned into chats about your day at work and things that were going on in your life outside of work. It's safe to say that by my Junior year of high school our daily chats were very similar to husband/wife conversations. I can tell you Mom that those talks were way more intimate than the typical conversations with my ex wife. You and I both genuinely cared about what was going on in each others lives. But there was always the physical attraction. I tried to fight urges to spy on you or to glare at your sexy body, but I was not strong enough to ignore my baser instincts. To be completely honest most of my senior year I saw you naked at least once a day. I have no idea if you knew this or not, but there was a crack in your bathroom door that gave me a perfect view of you getting out of the shower. I stumbled on this opportunity accidentally when I was putting away some freshly cleaned towels and noticed light streaming in through the bathroom door. It took a couple of weeks before I got the nerve and the opportunity arose to spy on you, and that image is burned into my memory.