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?"