10 Ways To Cope When Your Mom's a Milf

10 Ways To Cope When Your Mom's A Milf

Ch. 2

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It seems like people don't like the dancing. :(

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I went upstairs and took a quick shower. I thew on an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. My mom's boyfriend wasn't anything special so i don't feel the need to dress up.

My hair was still wet so it stuck to me.

I put on a pair of black ankle socks and made my way down the stairs. I slowly made my way into the dining room, dreading this dinner more and more.

I finally made it into the dinning room. My mother had set the table already. Neither of them were in the room, so I assumed they were in the kitchen. And since I didn't want to risk being scarred again, I sat down in one of the chairs and waited for them.

A few minutes later they both came out. She was holding the salad bowl and other various foods. Mmm food. Maybe if I keep eating I won't have to talk to this dude. I'm a genius. They both set the table laughing and talking about things I didn't care to know.

I ignored them and waited on the food. Once my plate was set in front of me, I picked up my fork and dug into my food.

"Savvy!" My mothers voice came out in a hiss, "We are going to say grace first."

When have we ever.

My mother gave me a deadly glare. Oops, did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did." What's-His-Face said. I gave him a dry look.

"Now were gonna say grace bef-" I cut her off with a curt, "Grace." And dug into my food.

I don't care if I was being rude. I never asked to meet any of her boyfriends, or bed partners. So I'm sure as hell gonna show her how much I dislike meeting one of them.

"Savvy, could you please be mature." She said in a pleading tone.

I said nothing, just continued to eat. She sighed.

Her and What's-His-Face began to talk about their day.

My mom's Thirty-Five, does this count as pedophilia?

I was snapped out of my thoughts as Whats-His-Face asked me a question.

"So Savvy, How old are you?" As if my mom hadn't already told him.

"I'm eighteen." Curt responses are good. Not welcoming, but not very obvious.

"Oh, I remember being eighteen," He said with a glint in his eyes.

"You should, it was only a couple years ago." Shit. Did I just say that. I looked at my mom.

Yup.

"Savvy." Was the only thing she said.

"Sorry." I replied. But we all know that I'm not.

"It's really strange to see how much you two look alike." I gave him a WTF look.

We look nothing a like. I've got auburn hair, and grey eyes. My mom has bright blue eyes, not that washed out color, and blonde hair. Great, she's dating an idiot. At least this time I didn't voice my thoughts.

"So Savvy," My mom started. Oh please leave me alone. The more I talk, the more I ruin this dinner. "Where did you go off to today?"

"Just walking around." There, back to my short answers. My mom didn't want to accept this answer and decided to dig a little further.

"You didn't do anything else? Nothing fun?"

I should humor her. "Well I did meet these street dancers. They were really cool. They let me dance with them."

"Oh really," She said in that irritating voice of hers.

"Yes Really." I bit back.

"Honey I don't want you in those streets like that. New York can be dangerous. Especially if you put yourself around people like that." She said in a voice that tried to come off as motherly, but just screwed with my head.

"And who are 'those' people mom?" I asked getting a little defensive. There was nothing wrong with them. I always see them dancing out there. It's not like they're doing anything illegal.

I decided to dance with them today because I finally had the nerve to do it.

"Those, delinquents." She complied me with her 'logical' answer.

"Mom you don't even know them." I shot back.

"No, but I do know that they're out on the streets when they should be making something of themselves." Okay, now she was just getting on my nerves.

"They are doing something with themselves. They're dancing!" Yup, me angry.

"Calm down Savvy, why do you always have to act out in front of company." Alright now the dam has been broken.

"Are you serious! You never bring any company over! Well unless you mean your little fuck buddies."

Oops. Ok I swear, that was not meant to come out. Oh well too late to take it back now.

"Savvy!" She yelled, standing up

"Savvy." I copied her annoyingly high-pitched voice, standing up as well.

"You Mister What's-Your-Face," I said pointing at What's-His-Face, "are a fuck buddy! Not a boyfriend!" I yell.

"And you Mommy Dearest." My voice was deathly calm. "Are a pedophile."

I left them both standing there speechless. I walked up to my room, slammed my door shut and got ready for bed. I knew that dinner was gonna go wrong.

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