Shaun's revelation about his relationship with his mother had ignited a firestorm of passion in us both. It had resulted in frantic but phenomenal sex that left us both reeling in it's wake.
Then I learned that he was expecting his mother to arrive in an hour...
"And you were going to tell me this when?!" I am grabbing clothes, trying to find mine in the hap-hazard trail we had left in our race to the bedroom.
"I just did." he laughed enjoying my show.
I pulled on my clothes and leveled my best icy glare at him, "I am going to my apartment to shower and change."
"But you will be back, right?" he sounded concerned that I wouldn't be.
I dropped my gaze to the floor. "I will be back, but I think you need some time with your mom alone first."
Shaun nodded in agreement, "Yea, I need to tell her that you know about us."
"And about us..." I add..."Though really... I mean... we haven't talked about what happened, and..."
"Take it easy Gayle, I understand what you're trying to say. And you're right, we need to talk about it, about us, and we will."
Good grief, I am wondering how I will look this woman in the eye as it is. "I don't know how you can be so calm."
"Easy, I know my mom." and he grins like it's the simplest thing in the world.
I blow out a slow breath. Okay, I can do this. If they are alright with me knowing, then I should be too... right?
"Why don't you call me when you are ready for me to come back, so I don't interrupt. Maybe we can go out to dinner or something." I am grasping at straws, trying to keep from being thrust into an intimate conversation that I don't feel ready to have yet. Neutral ground is what I need.
"That sounds good, I'm sure mom will be hungry when she gets here." he agreed.
With that decided, I head to my apartment a few doors down. I am already thinking of what to wear, what kind of impression I want to make. I have never been in a situation like this, and I am ... a nervous wreck.
I decide on a pair of jeans and a green blouse that is flattering, but comfortable. And flats, not heels.
Shaun calls an hour and a half later. According to him, his mother couldn't be more pleased and can't wait to meet me. I gather my courage and head back to Shaun's apartment. No expectations, just meeting a friend's mother. Piece of cake right?
SHIT.
I stand at Shaun's door, hand raised to knock, willing my arm to move. Suddenly the door comes open and Shaun nearly mows me down.
"Whoa!" he shouts, grabbing my waist to keep me from falling down. "I was going to come to your apartment to get you."
"I'm here." I say, trying to sound cheerful.
"Shaun, good heavens!" I look in the direction the melodic voice came from and see Shaun's mother standing in the doorway.
Dressed in jeans and a flowing pastel blouse, she is stunning. Dark auburn, shoulder length hair that frames her smiling face in soft waves, and vibrant blue eyes.
She holds out her hand to me and I reach mine around Shaun who still has hold of me. "I am so glad to meet you dear! She says with a bright smile.
"The pleasure is all mine Mrs. Jacobs." I return a smile of my own.
"Please Gayle, call me Maggie!"
I smile as I extricate myself from Shaun's hold. "I think I have it now." I say, stepping back from Shaun's large frame.
Maggie laughs as I do, "He's always been... exuberant!" She takes my arm in hers and leads me down the hallway and out to Shaun's car.
We make small talk on the way to the restaurant, finding out that Maggie and I actually have quite a bit in common. Shaun drives in relative silence, a silly grin plastered on his face.
Dinner is relaxed, and it doesn't take long before I feel as though I have known Maggie forever. I watch the way Shaun and his mother interact. I can see how special their relationship is, and I begin to envy them.
We decide to pick up a movie on the way home, and return to Shaun's apartment. We make popcorn, and all three of us settle on the couch, Shaun in the middle between Maggie and I.
We are watching "Rumor Has It"... a 2005 movie about a woman who learns that her family was the basis for the book and movie "The Graduate", and that she herself may be the progeny. It's a romantic comedy, and has us all laughing, but not because it is particularly funny.
"Who picked this one?" I ask through giggles.
Maggie points a finger at Shaun, "Shaun is the king of bad movie picks."
Shaun chokes on his popcorn and Maggie and I both start beating his back."I am not!" he finally manages to spit out between coughs.
"I am going to have to agree with your mom on this one..." I say, "You were the one that picked the groaner we watched a couple of weeks ago."
Shaun looks at me with a look of feigned shock. Then he suddenly throws his arms around both of us and starts tickling us mercilessly.
We are both squealing, laughing, and trying to get away from his torture, but he is over six feet tall and has long arms to go with that height. Maggie and I are far shorter, and lets face it, he's stronger than both of us put together.
Soon we are on the floor, Maggie and I side by side on our backs with Shaun kneeling over us, still tickling us in spite of our struggles to get free.
When he finally stops, all three of us are still laughing, breathless, exhausted.
Shaun quiets, looking back and forth between Maggie and I, "My two beautiful girls." he says, barely above a whisper. He then leans over, softly kisses his mother's lips, and then does the same to mine.
He moves back and forth between us, increasing the intensity of his kisses with each turn. He moves a large hand under our blouses, caressing our breasts, Soon Maggie and I are moaning with passion, and Shaun is panting.
"I vote we move this to the bedroom." he says, standing, holding out a hand to each of us. He helps us up, and walking backward, leads us to his room.
I am a tightly wound ball of uncertainty. Part of me wants to run to my apartment, the other is hoping what is happening plays out even half as exciting as it has already in my mind.
