Dad Comes Out

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While working remotely in my home office, I received a call one Friday afternoon. I answered, seeing that it was my mother calling.

"Hi, Mom. What's up?"

"Oh, Honey...I just can't believe it." Mom answered with a shaky voice, one I knew meant she had been crying.

"Mom, what is it? You know you can tell me anything."

"I can't even say it on the phone. Would you mind if I came over in a bit? Maybe stay the weekend?" Mom asks quietly, this rawness in her voice.

"Of course, Mom. What time were you thinking? I should be done with my work in about an hour. Will that work for you?" I ask in my most comforting voice.

"Yes, Baby, that will be fine. I just have to get out of this house. And the news I have needs to be told to you face to face anyway." She sighs loudly.

"Okay, Mom. Get some things together and come on over when you're ready. When I finish, we can sit down and talk. Does that sound okay to you?"

"Yes, Baby. See you soon," she replies. I hear her start to cry again as the line goes dead.

As I put down my cell phone, I wondered what my father had done now. My father has never been a very accessible man. He always felt closed off and emotionally distant, which I never understood growing up and, I guess, even now. I will find out when Mom gets here, so I better get finished quickly.

Fortunately, the pandemic did one good thing for IT professionals like me. It allowed us more freedom to work from home and not have to work directly inside the buildings or companies we worked for. A couple of days a week, I could work from home and troubleshoot the systems my team and I monitored, plus do Help Desk tasks for anyone in-house needing things such as password resets, setting up new emails, and the like. I was also responsible for generating a few reports for the supervisor to assess the network health and Help Desk usage tasks and times.

Just as I finished my report and emailed it to my boss, completing my day, the doorbell rang. It had to be Mom, I wasn't expecting anyone else. I logged off my laptop and went to get the door. I opened the door and almost didn't recognize my mother. The normally impeccably dressed professional that Mom is stood there in baggy sweatpants and an old sweatshirt of mine from college. Her cheeks were ruddy from crying. I could even see where she had tried to wipe the last tears away as smeared tracks of moisture still lay on her cheeks. I simply opened my arms, and Mom rushed into them, starting to cry again.

I held Mom at the open door for a few minutes while she cried before trying in vain to pull herself together. I pulled back, looking into her hurt face, and said, "Go on into the living room, Mom. I'll get your bag into the guest room and meet you there." She nodded and walked into my apartment like a zombie. I grabbed her fairly hefty 'overnight' bag and carried it into my home office/guest room. I returned to Mom moments later to join her on the couch.

I wrapped my arms around her again, and her tears returned in full force. I held her, quietly rocking her like she had done for me as a child to help calm her. I also rubbed her back, alternating hands occasionally. After a few minutes, I realized I didn't feel a bra strap under the sweatshirt and wondered if Mom was not wearing underwear at all. I let that thought go for now and simply continued to hold and calm her.

After about another fifteen minutes, Mom seemed to cry herself out, but she kept hold of me, and I returned the favor. In another ten minutes, maybe, her arms loosened, and she pulled back to look at me with an extremely sad look on her face. I leaned in and gave Mom an 'Eskimo kiss,' rubbing the tips of our noses together, being a little silly and affectionate, like we did most of my life. Still now, at 24 and 44, my Mom and I are very affectionate and loving. The kiss brings a little smile to the corners of her mouth before she lets out an incredibly deep sigh.

"Your father told me he is gay and wants a divorce," Mom said all of a sudden.

"What?" I say, knowing what she said couldn't be right.

She sighed heavily again, then said, "He says that he always has been and had been lying to himself and everybody around because his father made him feel like a freak. So he buried his thoughts and feelings and 'Did the straight thing and got married, yada yada.' (using air quotes) But he does love us, just not as he should because he denied himself for so long." She sighs mightily again before continuing. "He has also been having a secret relationship with another closeted man in his office building. They have decided to come out and 'let the chips fall where they may,' he said."

I pulled a shattered Mom back into me and hugged her hard, and she did me too. We held each other like that for a long while. When we finally released, I noticed it was getting dark, and I hadn't started dinner. I no longer felt like cooking, but we still needed to eat. I decided it would be a splurge on delivery food night and untangled from Mom for a minute to go grab my cell phone. She looked at me in curiosity when I pulled her arms from me, but as I was already on the phone on my way back, she understood and gave me a tiny smile.

"Yes, I want to place an order for delivery. Yes, that's me. Okay, I want an extra-large Papa's Hawaiian. Add banana peppers and extra pepperoncinis, please. That's fine. Please apply that to my card on file. Thanks. See the driver in 45 minutes, great. Good night." I grin at Mom while ordering our favorite pizza. Setting my phone down on the coffee table, I step over to the refrigerator, grab us two Twisted Iced Teas, and bring them back to the couch. I pop one open and hand it to Mom. She smiles slightly and takes a big swig.

I joined her, needing the fortification after the news we had just shared. After I sat down next to her, we cuddled again and continued to sip our drinks.

"He makes me feel like I wasted my whole adult life loving him." Mom finally says quietly.

"It wasn't wasted, Mom. After all, you got me out of the deal, and I love you enough for both me and him." I squeeze her to me with my arm wrapped around her shoulders. She sighs.

"I know you love me, Wade. But it's not the same exactly. I know you mean well, but Mom just needs time to process it. Okay?"

"Sure, Mom. In the meantime, how about we gorge ourselves on pizza and beer?" I reply, my smile turning to a grin. She grins back, and we 'clink' our cans together before taking another big swig.

I grab the TV remote, fire up Netflix, and find a funny movie to watch. I put on Adam Sandler's 'Grown-ups,' knowing Mom probably hasn't seen it and that she needs a good laugh. When the opening scene is over and the movie switches to the grown-up versions of the guys, my doorbell rings. I pause the movie and answer the door, grabbing some cash for the tip.

I open the door to see a familiar smiling face and say, "Hi, Gretchen. You got my pie, I see." She smiles as I take the pizza and hand her the tip, peeling off an extra Five. We dated a bit, but it wasn't right for both of us, and we were able to part as friends. We still hook up from time to time for some friends-with-benefits action, but nothing more. Gretchen is a statuesque blonde at 5'9" tall and about 115#. She has a fantastic body that I've seen both clothed in various ways and especially in naked perfection. Her looks aside, she is also a black belt in Aikido, which has come in handy, she told me when delivering a few times.

"Evening, Wade. I took your delivery from Billy when I saw your name come across the delivery teleprompter. Would you like some company tonight? I'm off in another hour." Gretchen asked with a wink.

"Sorry, Gretch. My Mom is here, and we are dealing with a family crisis. Maybe next time, okay?" I say, smiling at my sometimes lover.

She grins back, nodding at my plan for the future. "No problem. Take care of your Mom, Wade. I'm glad you are such a good man and that your priorities are in the proper order. It's what drew you to me initially, anyway." She strokes my hand gently as she accepts the tip. Smiling more, she turns away to head for her next delivery.

I grin as I watch her tight ass walk away before taking the pie into my mom and the couch. I grab a couple more 'Teas' and park on the couch with Mom. Looking at each other with renewed grins as we hunch over the pizza, lightly elbowing each other, being silly to get to the pizza first. I open the box, and we both reach for our first slices. I intentionally go for the same one as Mom for a brief, silly tug-of-war before letting Mom have the slice with her giggling at us returning to being us.

We inhale those first slices to many 'mmm's and 'yums.' Between the first and second slices, I unpause the movie. We continue to watch the film as the pizza is decimated. There are three pieces left when we finally come up for air. Our second tea is gone, too. We grin at each other, both of us rubbing very full bellies. When the movie finishes, we dispose of the box and put the leftovers in the fridge.

I send Mom off to get a shower first before we retire for the night. When I hear the shower turn off, I kill the TV and head to my room for clean clothes before bed. Underwear in hand, I head for the bathroom only to run straight into Mom coming out in only a towel. Her towel falls off, and I stand there gawking at my naked mother for a few seconds. She squeals lightly, trying to cover herself. I reach down, still looking at Mom, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her.

I hadn't seen Mom naked in at least a decade, and I don't remember her looking so good, but I know I wasn't paying attention then either. Mom's mature beauty is stunning. Her semi-petite frame at 5'5" tall, all wrapped in a tight package of obviously toned and sculpted body, is perfect. Her breasts sat high and untouched by gravity and age. I guessed them to be about 36C like Gretchen's are. Her waist is trim, sloping into a shapely set of mature hips. The whole effect gave me the beginnings of an erection.

After wrapping her in her towel, I kissed her cheek and smiled as she slipped by to her guest bedroom with a slight smile on her face, too. I watch as Mom walks to the room, her butt swaying slightly. I think, 'Is she doing that on purpose?' I shake my head at the thought and head inside to get my shower before bed. After a quick clean-up, I brushed my teeth and headed to bed. I passed Mom's room on the way, and the door was slightly open as I peeked in to check on Mom. She is standing there in a fairly skimpy nightie, applying lotion to her legs. The panties barely covered her delicious ass. Her legs are stunning as they flex, and her muscles tighten and relax as she moves and applies her lotion.

I shake my head at myself for checking out my Mom. I step back a bit and knock on the door lightly. "Come in, Honey."

"Just checking in on you to make sure you have everything to be comfy?" I said as I returned my gaze to Mom's prominent shapely butt. I think she may have noticed as she wiggles it a bit before standing up to face me with a slight smile.

"I'm fine, Wade Honey. If I get cold or need another blanket, I know where your linen closet is." She steps to me, hugging me tightly. Her firm tits pressing into my chest. I'm not sure, but I think her nipples are hard, too. I wrap my arms around Mom and kiss her cheek again before letting go reluctantly.

"I had a good night with you, Baby. I know I will get through this thing with your Dad, but I will need some time to figure everything out, okay?" She kisses my cheek, too, but it is a little closer to the corner of my lips than mine. I don't mind at all.

Seeing Mom from the front, I realize how sexy her nightie is as her tits are almost but not quite showing, her cleavage though, is impressive. The panties cover her front a little better than the back's more sheer panel. Mom is sexy, and I never really knew it until now. I gave her a nod to her statement and said, "Okay, Mom, goodnight. I'll see you in the morning." I back out of the room, watching Mom slip into bed. 'Damn, she's so sexy. How could Dad be gay after sleeping with that for more than twenty years? Oh well, his loss, but I do hope he finds happiness, too.' I slip into my bed and fall asleep pretty quickly. I do not yet realize two things: I have a boner, and I dream of Mom throughout the night.

Wade's mom has a bit more trouble getting to sleep with everything she remembers over the more than two decades with her husband. She saw her son checking her out, and right before he knocked on the bedroom door. She was confused in so many ways that it took nearly thirty minutes to get to sleep. She, too, dreams that night. The difference is that, in the morning, she remembers flashes of them, of her and her loving son being intimate. She wonders what it might be like, but, like her son the night before, she shakes her head, brushing the thoughts away.

We met in the kitchen the following morning, and I noticed Mom was wearing a small robe over her sexy nightie. I slipped on some light workout shorts over my skivvies and a T-shirt with an IT joke on it. The joke is a cartoon of an IT guy answering a caller, telling them in a voice bubble, "Yes, sir, it's an I D 10 T error. You should correct it by turning off your computer and waiting."

Mom sees my shirt and chuckles, knowing the joke, as she also works extensively with computers at her job. I kiss her cheek again and give her another small hug. Mom kisses Wade the same way she kissed him last night, just off the corner of his mouth, lingering slightly.

We worked together to make coffee and toast while frying a big batch of scrambled eggs to share. After breakfast, we dressed for a day out and went for a walk through my neighborhood and its park. We returned home near Noon and again worked together to make lunch. After the sandwiches were ready and some chips were poured into a bowl to share, I grabbed a couple more 'Teas,' and we had lunch. After lunch, we watched a couple more movies before my suggesting dinner out late in the afternoon.

We decided on a low-key dinner and went to a nearby Texas Roadhouse for steaks and baked potatoes. We both wore jeans, and Mom also switched to one of my IT T-shirts. Her breasts stretched the material pleasantly. She looked adorable, and with her auburn hair pulled back into a simple ponytail, she looked ten years younger, maybe more. We cabbed it over so we wouldn't have to worry about driving home, as we both planned on a couple more beers with dinner.

Looking across the table at Mom, no one would guess she was my mother. As cute as she looked, I decided to treat her like my date. I asked for a booth, and we slid on opposite sides. When the waiter arrived, I ordered more Twisted Teas, this time with Peach. We checked the menus and decided on our food while the waiter brought our drinks.

When he returned, I put on my best 'boyfriend' voice and said, "And what are you going to have, Adrian?" I grinned big at using Mom's first name, and she smiled cutely back. She gave her order to the waiter, and I provided mine. We both got Ribeyes with sauteed onions, loaded baked potatoes with a side salad, and Blue Cheese dressing, plus extra on the side. Dinner was phenomenal, and the company and conversation flowed smoothly. We discussed what we had been doing at work, and not a word was said about Dad. I continued to call her by name, to which she continued to smile.

We went home after a dessert of Dutch Apple pie à la mode and a short walk before catching a cab.

We got ready for bed just as we did the night before, including my seeing her in the bathroom and her bedroom in her skimpy nightie again. Once again, I had a chub, but I realized it this time and wasn't sure if I minded. Mom got an eyeful, too, and she didn't mind. We hugged and kissed again before bed, both our kisses on the edge of our lips. Unknowingly, we both dreamt again of the other and had vague remembrances in the morning.

The next morning was a near-perfect repeat, but we both decided on juice instead of coffee. We watched some awful morning TV afterward and more sandwiches at lunchtime. After lunch, Mom asked a favor.

"Would you mind if I stayed here more than the weekend, Wade?" Mom asked sheepishly.

"Of course not, Mom. Why would you think I would mind?" I replied.

"I heard your exchange with the pizza girl and realized my staying here might put a crimp in your 'social' calendar." She says, grinning broadly but with a bit of anxiousness.

I chuckled before replying, "Gretchen and I used to date, but now we just get together occasionally to take care of those physical needs when not seeing someone. It's fine for you to stay here, Mom. Besides, I love having you here, too." I lean over and kiss her cheek again.

She smiles at my explanation and assurance that she is wanted there. Then, as has been her norm this visit, she kisses my cheek again, right next to my lips, maybe a millimeter closer.

"Then, can I ask for another favor?" She says with more anxiety in her face and voice.

To allay her fears, I quip, "Oh, here it comes. First, one favor than another and another." I grin at the end, telling her I'm kidding big time.

Mom laughs lightly at my poking fun at her before saying, "I was hoping you would go with me to get more of my stuff from the house. I don't want to see your father alone. I just want to get in and out as quickly as possible."

"Okay, Mom. When were you thinking of going?"

"Is now too soon?" She replies.

"Nope. Let's do it. The sooner we return, the more you can get moved in, and we can work on dinner. Sound like a plan?"

"I love you, Wade. Thanks for helping out your old Mom."

"Old my ass. You didn't see all the guys checking you out and the winks I got from a few thinking I was a lucky man with such a gorgeous date. But they were right, I am a lucky man, but not for the reasons they thought. And I love you too, Adrian, my wonderful mother and cute-as-a-button date." I grinned broadly, meaning every word. Mom smiled back, and after I stood and offered a hand up, she kissed me again. This time directly on the lips.

"My date was a pretty special and handsome young man, too. How did I get so lucky to have at least one man in my life who thinks the world of me?"

"You gave birth to him, so it's kind of required. It comes with the job of a loving son." I grin big again, and Mom giggles.

Holding hands still, we grab our respective needs before heading out the door. We drive over in Mom's car and park up the street for a minute, scoping out the house. Not seeing Dad's car, we pulled into the driveway and climbed out, looking at the house with similar thoughts of past times in this house as a family. Adrian wonders how she didn't see the signs, and I wonder what will happen now. We looked at each other and shrugged before heading inside.

Once inside with the door closed, I asked, "So what are we here for, Mom? Obviously, not furniture and stuff, but what do you have in mind?"

"Mostly, a good amount of my work clothes and such. More underthings and comfy clothes. I can't keep borrowing yours."