It was only a few days before Valentine's Day 2019 and I couldn't have been more excited; it was my first Valentine's Day as an adult and more importantly, it was my first Valentine's Day where I wouldn't be spending the day alone. I'd just turned 21 a few months prior and my girlfriend and I had been dating for almost a year. My mind raced with ideas of what we could do to celebrate; get some nice new clothes, go out to eat at a fancy restaurant, grab a few drinks (legally!), and then head home for what should be the greatest night of my sexual adventures.
That was until I got the call; two days before the big day.
"Hey sweetie." I answered her call as if I would have any other time.
She didn't respond; I could hear faint sniffling which turned into borderline sobbing. She'd told me Valentine's Day was always a sensitive time of the year for her as she lost her Father at the age of 16 a few days before V-Day.. Which is why I was looking forward to doing something nice for her.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
She sobbed incoherently through the phone; I could hardly make out a word.
"Baby, I can't understand you." I told her, "Why don't I come over?"
"No." She quickly responded. "I... I.. I.." She stammered between cries and sighs.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I don't love you anymore." She said.
"What?" I asked in a state of shock. "What do you mean?"
"I don't think I love you anymore." She said somberly, gaining control of her emotions. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."
I was left speechless.
"I'm really sorry, okay? I've got to go now." She said as she hung up the phone.
I began to go into a state of panic; all kinds of adrenaline and anxiety hit me in the face like a ton of bricks. I was shaking uncontrollably and could hardly catch my breath. I was about to enter a full on breakdown.
For the last year I'd dumped everything I had into my relationship; I was convinced this girl was the girl for me. I was convinced we were going to get married; everything else fell by the way side and all of my attention was focused on her. She was my first love and everyone knows you fall the hardest for your first love.
I decided to give a call to the only other woman I could trust; my mother. I was a mess. I did my best to tell her everything I'd just been told over the phone but I was about as erratic and incoherent as my now ex-girlfriend was trying to explain things. Mom tried as hard as she could to console me but to no avail.
"I think I'm gonna go now, Mom." I told her after minutes of wailing like a child.
"Okay, honey. If you need anything let me know." She said.
Later that night after I got myself together I decided I was gonna stop by my ex's place and talk things over; perhaps try and fix whatever had gone wrong. Yet another rookie mistake on my part. She let me in, we talked, she started to cry, I tried to console her, and then she hit me with it.
"I cheated on you last night." She said, no longer crying but completely cold.
"No, you didn't. With who?" I asked, naively.
"A guy I work with.." She said. "I was feeling really low about my Dad and he offered to buy me a drink after work. One thing led to another and... I'm sorry."
As any young man who had just had his heart ripped out of his chest and set on fire, I erupted into a fit of rage, called her a whore, and slammed the door on my way out. I stopped by a liquor store on my way home, with tears in my eyes and decided to drink until I passed out.
The next day I was awakened by a myriad of phone calls, most of which I was able to sleep through. Mom hadn't been able to get a hold of me all day and was beginning to get worried about my well being. I looked at the phone, saw the missed calls, silenced my ringer and tossed the phone as far away from me as I could before falling back asleep.
Sorry, Mom. I didn't have it in me to tell you what I was going through.
*ding dong* *ding dong* *ding dong*
A few hours later I was awakened again but this time by my doorbell which was ringing non-stop. I fell out of bed and fumbled to the door; the ringing of the doorbell sounded like I was inside of one of those old church bell towers. I had a migraine of a headache and was terribly hungover. My apartment was pitch black and my vision was still a bit fuzzy; I peeked through the peep hole of my door and there stood my mother.
I opened the door and the sunlight hit me directly in the face and my eyes snapped shut; Mom grabbed me and held me and helped me take a few steps back closing the door behind her.
"Oh my gosh, what have you been up to?" She asked.
"I don't wanna talk about it, Mom." I told her.
"It's five in the afternoon and you're still drunk!" She said. "Come on, let me get you some coffee."
Mom took me by the arm and walked me into the kitchen; I had a seat at the table while she prepared the coffee.
"Mom.." I muttered under my breath.
"What? Honey you're gonna have to speak up." She told me as she took a seat at the table across from me, coffee in hand.
"Mom, Jess cheated on me." I told her, disappointed with myself. "Can you believe that? She cheated on me."
Mom sat silent and pushed the coffee across the table to me; she could tell I was taking this pretty hard. She placed both of her hands on top of my hand as I took a sip.
"I don't know.. I guess I couldn't satisfy her or something." I told her, my self confidence at an all time low. "Something must be wrong with me."
"Matthew.." Mom began, her heart clearly breaking along with my own. "There's nothing wrong with you just because your girlfriend cheated on you. There's clearly something wrong with her." She reassured me.
I smiled and continued to drink my coffee; I could feel myself starting to sober up just a bit.
"You're both very young. Young people make mistakes." She continued. "Look at yourself, you've grown to be such a handsome young man."
Mom was trying her best to lift my spirits but she was only saying everything a mom is supposed to say at a time like this.
"Hey. what are you doing on this side of town anyway?" I asked her.
"Oh, I'm just doing some last minute shopping for Valentine's Day." She told me, "Your Father and I have always had a special tradition."
"A tradition?" I asked. "What kind of a tradition?"
"Oh, you don't wanna hear about me and your Father do you?" She asked.
"Well, not exactly." I told her, "But anything to keep my mind of Jess would be nice."
My Father and I had not had much of a relationship since I turned 18; Dad had a problem himself with alcohol and was a mean old drunk for most of my life. When I turned 18 I decided to get out of the house as quickly as I could before he either kicked me out or we tried to kill each other. I hadn't spoken to him since I'd started dating Jess.
"I can't get too detailed." Mom told me, "You know it's just the usual anyway. 'Special outfits." She said, using air quotations.
"Special outfits?" I asked.
Mom's face got a little red.
"You know what I'm talking about, silly." She laughed.
I feigned a laugh and looked down at my feet; Mom detected the falseness of my attempt and grabbed my hand again.
"Hey, how about I show you something I bought today?" She asked.
The look on my face was about as puzzled as it could be.
"One of the.. Special outfits?" I asked.
"Oh, Matthew." She said pushing my hand away. "Don't be ridiculous."
Mom ran outside to her car and brought in a handful of shopping bags; she laid them by the kitchen table and then took one of the bags into the bathroom with her.
"Wait here, I'm can't wait to show you this." She said.
While waiting for Mom to change I got a bit nosey and started to rifle through the rest of her shopping bags. She had bought one of those old timey Venetian Masquerade Ball masks that you see sometimes at New Year's Eve parties; a bit weird I thought. I continued to shuffle through the bags and just when I'd got to the "special outfit" Mom came flying out of the bathroom.
I jumped and sat straight up in my seat and tried to play it cool; I placed one hand on my face and pretended like I was leaning on the table just quietly sipping my coffee.
"Hey! What were you doing?" Mom asked, she was now wrapped in a nice silk bath robe.
Mom's bath robe was a dark purple; her favorite color. It wasn't very long and she wasn't wearing her work clothes underneath. Her legs were bear and I followed them from the feet all the way up her thighs until my eyes met the bottom of the robe; it was tied around the waist covering her upper body but the top of the robe made a V shape just under her breasts exposing a bit of cleavage. She didn't appear to be wearing a shirt underneath either; I had to try and keep my jaw from falling to the floor.
"Do ya like?" Mom asked, doing a quick 360 twirl in my kitchen; when she twirled the back of the robe frilled up and I could see her butt and what she had on underneath.
"Wow." I said, the only words I could muster up.
"So you do like.." Mom said, in confidence. "Well, what do you think about this?"
Mom slowly untied the waist line of the robe and turned her back to me as she began to undo it completely from the front; she looked over her shoulder and looked directly at me as she slid one of her arms out of the sleeve. She bounced up and down and shook her butt as she wiggled the other arm out of the sleeve and then dropped the robe behind her to her feet.
My jaw snapped open this time and there was nothing I could do about it.
"This is my new bikini.. I'll probably only ever wear it around the house so only your Father will get to see it" She said, "And you."
Mom's new bikini fit more like a thong; the bottoms were so small her ass was all but devouring them. I'd never really taken notice of Mom's body until today; she always dressed far more conservatively when I lived with her. Come to think of it, I'd never seen Mom in a swimsuit at all.
Mom was about 5'6; she weighed 130 pounds and from the looks of it, it was all ass, hips, thighs, and tits. Her butt was much larger than I'd anticipated; her breasts were fake but I'd known that for years. Mom stood with her back to me for quite some time looking over her shoulder; she raised her arms into the air and reached back grabbing a handful of her jet black hair which was hanging halfway down her back and pulled it up above her shoulders exposing a large tattoo she had covering her entire back.
