My Mother's Secret - A Sequel To The Summer of 1993

Happy Thanksgiving

Johnny and I talked almost every day. He called Thanksgiving morning. I was tired, as our office served cookies and hot chocolate to the masses who watched the city light up. Mom took Bobby around. She adored him. She looked cute in her red beret, red hair and big black coat and Bobby looked cute in his red beret and navy coat. Dad didn't come. He was mandated to work since his restaurant had lines from both sides all through the lighting.   I went over to help mom.  I guess Steve was being a dick,  but when we got there the show was on.   He took Bobby and held him.   "Lucky she had him,  I would be so bad with a boy," he told Sam.   I went to mom's room and looked at those pictures, trying to not touch her dildo.  I thought to myself, she will have the real thing soon.  I looked at the pictures.  God, she was pretty.   She had the same coloring of Vanessa and she looked like her.  The one where they were kissing was wow!   I went into her room, as Grandma was here.  I sprayed my wrists with Miss Dior.  I opened her diary.  The day I took dout was interesting.  

     "I called Johnny and we spoke.  He talked of how we used to have sex all of the time and how wet I got.  He said he loved it.  It got me all hot and I went to the bedroom and had an afternoon with my dildo.  Don't tell Maddie.  I gushed like I did when I was with Johnny and I cannot wait to see him again."  I smiled and shut the book.  Grandma was out in the kitchen.  She told me I looked tired.  I was.   "You are doing good at this mama bit," she said.  "Just like your mom.  She had some rough years though."   The dinner was boring and stoic, but it was always cocktails and a "ring a ding ding" at his side of the family.  I felt out of place.  I actually liked Sam's parents in their small old cosy house .  Grandma Norma was there.   She looked lovely.

    "My brown eyed doll," she said.  "Thank you, thank you, thank you for bringing me my Bobby to see me."  I took him to see her on Saturday mornings.  We walked three miles in the stroller.  Grandma was doing well, but I would get a phone call very soon that she was no, so I cherished that cloudy afternoon.    I loved out the window at the vast fields, feeling a bit of guilt that I was talking to Johnny.   Rita and I could talk about it.  Rita was Sam's mom.  Dad looked at me and said, "Are you okay ?"  I didn't want to tell him, "I am so sorry.  Mom still loves, Johnny."   Mom sat in the corner and ate.  She was going to have to stop that.  She was so uncomfortable here. 

   I was never so glad to get back to the homestead.   His parents'  house was a log cabin they built and they had the bare minimum of electricity.   The kerosene flame danced its dance on the wall as we talked.  I went for a walk  and I watched the large, orange, burning sun rest upon the earth.   Their dinner was good.  It was cooked with love.  I was kind of put off with Steve's mom's comment about how big my butt was getting.   Sam said, "More I can grab onto when we have sex." She had no comeback. We are our turkey and it was so rustic and to be honest, I felt happier there than with my win family.

When we drove home, I thanked Sam for his comeback. "Of course. You're my babe," he told me.
"If she said that to my mom, she would have gotten so upset."
"Come on, your mom is gorgeous."
"She doesn't think so."
"Well your dad is kind of a dick. Even Jackie doesn't have much to do with him."
"Yeah. I think mom is gonna cheat with Johnny."
"Yeah? No one would blame her."
"She has actually talked to him. I read her diary."
"If she does, she does. She is 51. She won't get pregnant. You know, who I would love for her to hook up with?"
"Hard tellin'."
"Richard Hartman."
"Rich? He is such a nerd."
"He would be so cool with your mom. She needs that."
"Yeah."

The got home. Bobby was asleep. We made love on the couch and they both stayed up and watched movies, waiting for their day off.