My Mom’s Naughty Encounter
It was around the end of summer and the days were becoming warmer and warmer. I’d just finished college and my parents were out of town, so I had the house to myself. It was a Friday night and I was feeling particularly lonely, so I decided to invite a few friends over for a get together.
We drank, talked, and laughed well into the night. Around midnight, my friends had all left and I decided to go upstairs to sleep. As I made my way up the stairs, I heard a noise from the guest bedroom. Could it be?
I opened the door and to my surprise, I discovered my mother and a tall, dark, handsome stranger in a passionate embrace. She had obviously been caught off guard by my sudden presence, but quickly composed herself.
My mother and I exchanged a few awkward glances and a few stuttered words before she asked me to leave the room. I obliged, climbed the stairs to my room and closed the door behind me.
My thoughts raced through my mind. Who was this man? Why was he here? I’d never seen my mother so passionate before, and it made me question if she had been holding something back from me.
The next morning, I awoke in a state of confusion and discomfort but proceeded to go about my day as usual. I left the house, ran a few errands, and even took a stroll through a local park. Despite the fresh air, my mind couldn’t help but wander back to the events of the previous night. What was my mother up to? Was she cheating on my father?
The questions lingered in my head until I returned home late that evening. Without looking at my mother, I made my way to my room and shut the door behind me. Within a few moments, I heard a soft rapping on my door. It was my mother, and she had something she wanted to tell me.
She opened the door slowly, stepped in, and sat down at the edge of my bed. I listened closely as she began to tell me the story of her naughty encounter.
It turns out, she had been harboring a secret crush on a younger man for years. The two had first met at work, but had kept it strictly professional. That is until one intimate dinner out, when the flames of passion proved to be too hot to ignore any longer. The two had been secretly seeing each other for the past few months, and this was the first time my mother had been able to bring him over to the house.
My mother felt ashamed and embarrassed and apologized profusely for letting me catch her in such a compromising position, but I saw things from an entirely different perspective.
I recognized that my mother was a strong, independent woman and if there was something she wanted, she wasn’t afraid to go out and get it. In that moment, I was so proud of her and deeply admired her courage and strength.
I told her that she didn’t need to be sorry and shared my own intimate experiences with her. Talking about these things, made us both feel a lot more comfortable.
Later that night when my mother retired to her bedroom, I could still feel the electricity in the air. But, maybe that was just the knowledge that I had a naughty encounter in the house the night before!
