This story contains some non-con.
Game Night
All she wanted was to connect with him. Her son, her firstborn child. James just turned 21 a few months ago. Her baby boy had become so cold and distant in the last few years. She raised Jimmy and his sister Maggie alone, and they were so close at one point. Now, she didn't know anything about his life anymore, or what went through his mind. She just wanted them to be close again. Now they are on the cusp of being too close. She sits in front of him across the table, considering doing something that is definitely not motherly.
It was supposed to be fun. All she wanted was to make him forget about going out with his buddies for just one weekend and be at home with her, just being a mother and son, enjoying some time together. She invited him for a movie night. He wasn't interested. She offered that they go out for some food at his favorite restaurant. He wasn't interested. She suggested they have a game night like they used to. He wasn't interested. In her desperation she told him they could have drinks at home, and she'd let him drive her car tomorrow instead of the beat up Civic he had purchased last year.
She bought him for the night. She had to buy his time and attention. She already felt so low just hounding him about spending some time with her. Laura knew she sounded pathetic, and after convincing him to spend some time with her, thought to herself that he probably relented out of pity.
"Come on, just like we used to do when you were young." she had said. She thought of how sad it was to have to say that to her son, as a 40-year-old woman.
What game were they going to play anyway? James is too old for snakes and ladders. Risk takes too long. He was never a fan of Monopoly. Their single deck of cards was missing its 2 of Hearts and she couldn't find their chess set. Since his sister Margaret had moved away to college, she decided to look through her things and found that she had something called "Icebreaker", meant to be played by small groups of people over drinks.
She thought to herself "Perfect! By the time we're a couple of drinks in, it might actually be fun!" She didn't expect things to go so far.
It started off nicely. They took a 6-pack with them to the backyard and played fetch with the dog for a little while. They caught up with each other. He asked her how work was going. Laura told him excitedly that she might be getting a promotion next year. But then, she asked him how things were with his girlfriend, and he said they'd broken up a few weeks ago... he hadn't bothered to tell his mother. She felt so removed from his life.
After they were done with the 6-pack, they had a swim in the pool, and he seemed to sense that she wasn't feeling like her usual cheery self. Maybe the alcohol helped him be less stoic, but he told his mother that he was sorry that he hadn't included her in his life like he used to. He just found it difficult now that he was an adult.
He would never stop being her baby, not that she told him that. No matter how much he wanted her to see him as an adult, or how much she wished she could, Laura would never be able to look at Jimmy any other way. Or so she thought.
After their swim, they went inside and she put on a simple sundress over her bikini. She came out and half expected him to be gone. She was pleasantly surprised to him sitting on the couch and so she suggested they share a bottle of wine. They tried watching a couple episodes of some show he thought she would like, but they mostly kept chatting.
Jimmy told her some stories about his life recently. Something about a friend of his who'd gone to jail over a bar fight that summer; he recounted some drama at his bartending gig involving a customer berating a waitress; told her how he'd bought tickets to a concert next month that he was excited about. They were reconnecting. He even touched on going back to college now that he had the funds to explore something more practical than a history degree.
Eventually, they were tipsy and giggling about silly things but, inevitably, the conversation started dying down and Laura saw him get a bit bored. James began getting quiet and that's when she remembered the game. She got them another glass of wine, put on some music they both liked, and set up the game on the dinner table. She had no idea. She thought it seemed innocent enough.
It wasn't. The game was just a series of questions, with a twist to it. The questions started off simple but got progressively more personal. Not just personal. Sexual. They were both disappointed. James told his mother he might try going to sleep early. Laura didn't want to end the night of fun she was having with her boy, so she told him they should give it a try and they would simply skip over the uncomfortable questions. He shrugged and said they could do a few.
The first few questions weren't anything weird. They were having fun. Some had James genuinely curious about what his mother's answers would be; like one that was asking them to recount a funny story involving a childhood pet. Laura told him about her first cat, eating his grandmother's prized petunias from her garden and vomiting it onto her pillow. James told her about the first dog they had when he was a little boy, a Yorkshire terrier named Teacup, and how he'd once found her with her tiny head caught in an empty coffee cup, running around the yard, and bumping into things.
Another question asked what our dream vacation was. She told him she had always wanted to go to Japan. He said he did too. Laura told him that they could go next summer, if he promised not to wreck her car tomorrow. They laughed. They were bonding again. Then the questions got weird, and she saw him throw away card after card without reading them aloud. She was feeling like the night would end prematurely and she'll lose this precious moment.
James mumbled something about how all of them were too uncomfortable to be talking about with his mother. Laura saw him start deflating until he gave a genuine chuckle after reading one. She asked him what made him laugh. He threw it away, saying that it was funny, but still too weird. Laura convinced him to ask the question, telling him she wouldn't answer, but just wanted a laugh too. James said it wasn't the question that was funny, just the wording. She pushed him. Laura just wanted a few more moments with her son before he went to sleep and woke up the same distant young man he'd become over the last few years.
"Which is better: being a hottie with no brains or being smart but with a face only a mother could love?" It really wasn't worth a laugh; it was the kind of thing that's only funny in context and with a few drinks making you feel silly.
But she did laugh and told him they didn't have such problems in their family, because they had the best of both worlds, something he should be thanking her for. He chuckled and told his mother that he knew she was "hot and smart" but that maybe it skipped a generation with him. She had too much wine and didn't think twice about the odd comment. Laura told him she thought he was hot, and hoped he didn't think otherwise. James said that he was talking about being dumb, not being ugly. They burst out laughing. He didn't seem uncomfortable with her comment, either. She urged him to find another funny card, even if it was a bit naughty. He seemed okay with it. After some searching through the deck, he read another one.
"What's the weirdest place you can think of to have sex?" and immediately answered it with "Your bed."
"YOUR bed." She replied. They laughed some more. He read another question, not thinking twice.
"What's better: receiving am-- oh..." James trailed off. "That one's not funny. Sorry."
"Ask the question." She replied. James hesitated. Laura took the card from him and read it out loud herself.
"What's better: receiving amazing head, or having pretty good sex?" she said, smiling. "Oh, amazing head, for sure. 'Pretty good' sex is not nearly as satisfying as amazing head."
James chuckled nervously. He said "Makes sense." And tried to move on, reading the next card as quickly as possible.
"Which partner of which celebrity couple would you rather replace: Angelina Jolie/Brad Pitt, or Ryan Reynolds/Blake Lively?" he said, voice slurring his words.
"I'd rather be Angelina dating Brad Pitt." She replied immediately.
"Ew. Brad's lame. Ryan is funny. He's also got the hotter wife, so I'd rather be in Ryan Reynold's shoes than Brad's." Jimmy retorted.
"No. Fucking. Way! Ryan might be funny, but funny doesn't beat Brad's jawline. Sounds like you'd rather be Blake Lively so you could date Ryan Reynolds, anyway." His mom teased, giggling. It eased the tension. They were being silly.
"Ask another." She said, pouring them another glass of wine. Laura was having fun. She didn't want it to end. James didn't protest his glass being filled again.
"Okay..." he said, searching. "Well, not that one. That's just too weird."
