What Mom Really Wants

Sandra and her son Jeremy
were always close, especially after her husband passed away. Then along came
Heather who took Jeremy away with her to North Carolina. All Heather has to offer is the one thing Sandra can't give her son; sex. Or can she? It’s Mother's
Day and Jeremy asks what she really wants. The answer is simple. What Mom really wants is for Jeremy to be her man of the house. In every way!

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“Enough, mom!" Jeremy
snapped with uncharacteristic anger. «You’re making this really awkward.”

“I’m sorry.” What the hell
was wrong with her? Where was she going with that? “Guess I have porn on the
brain today.”

“Yeah, and about that.” He looked away nervously. “Mom, I need to ask you something.”

Here it comes.

“What is it?”

“We know what happened. We know what I saw and it was a lot.”

“And I’m sorry, honey. I really am.”

“My fault.  I shouldn’t have barged in your room. I
should have called and said I was here.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t know
what I was doing.” She rolled her eyes. “Not like I could say, when I hang up I’m going to…you know.”

“Okay, so It’s not about
whose fault. Like you said, you’re a single woman and have needs.”

“So what did you want to ask
me?” As if she didn’t know.

“So when I was standing there
the movie was playing and the woman was calling herself mommy.”

Sandra looked down and wanted
to kick herself for doing it. Talk about admission of guilt.

“Catching you naked and getting off was embarrassing, but one of those things that we’ll laugh off and
down the line.” He went on into her silence.

“But that was a mother son porn scene. I know there’s a lot of that stuff out there. I’ve seen them on
sites I browse, but I’ve never watched one.”

“Look, Jeremy I know how it looks.” She made herself look at him. “But It’s just a movie. I was looking for
something to watch and I saw Molly Minx and she’s a favorite of mine because
she’s not young.”

“She also does nothing but
step mom and real mom movies.” He kept his eyes on hers.

“For someone who doesn’t’
watch it, you know enough about her.”

“I watch porn and I saw her
on a hottest milfs special. They did interviews before the scenes and she talked about how she’s the best mommy in porn.” He raised his eyebrows in the
identical way she always did when making a point. “I didn’t watch the video
because at that point I knew what it would be.”

“Okay, fine. So what?” Sandra
struggled to sound indignant. “I think she’s hot, I like older women with
younger guys and as far as the mommy thing goes? It’s just dialogue. I watch
for the action, not the words.”

“Really?” He looked
skeptical.

“It’s just like when you like
a song for the music, but really don’t listen to the words.”

Jeremy continued to look
dubious.

“So you’re telling me that’s
all there is to it?”

“What else would there be?”
Sandra put on another Oscar worthy performance, by narrowing her eyes and in a
shocked tone asked, “God, Jeremy, you don’t think I would ever think of you do you?”

He quickly looked away. “I…of
course not. It just caught me the wrong way. I mean when it comes to porn or any movie or book or anything people seek out their fantasy and what they
want.”

“So again you’re saying I want you?”

“I don’t know what I’m
saying.” He told her. “Maybe you like the idea of a mother with a son, but never us. Maybe you like the taboo idea of it, but not in a personal way. Maybe
I want to hear you say you don’t want me instead of trying to turn it around on me.”

Damn, the boy was clever Sandra thought. Clever and persistent. She had the sinking feeling he knew the truth and was waiting for her to give in and admit it.