craftyjungletrout: Anywhere I’ve lived, my mom thought it was cute to surprise me with visits.
craftyjungletrout: Anywhere I’ve lived, my mom thought it was cute to surprise me with visits. Whether it was my first college dorm, my room at home, or my first apartment after college, she would show up at the door, make dinner, help clean around the place and then head home the next morning. She found pleasure in taking care of her kids like that. The problem with surprises though, is that you don’t know when they’re coming. I was out of town for a weekend for my job when I got a text from my roommate, Steve. “There’s a beautiful woman claiming to be your mother at the door…” “You’re kidding…What’s she doing?” I replied. “I sent her away. She was obviously nuts.” He says, quickly following it with a “Just joking. She’s making dinner. Very sweet lady, your mom.” “Yeah. She does that. Don’t eat all of the chicken she’s making. I want leftovers when I get home.” I headed out to a meeting and checked my phone again after dinner to see 4 text messages from Steve “Your mom is seriously gorgeous. You came from that?” “She brought a bottle of wine. Sorry.” Those two were 2 minutes apart. The next two were a bit later. “Your mom is hilarious when she’s had a few. She’s welcome back anytime.” “Dude! Did you know your mom got her nipples pierced?” I stared at that last one, wondering if there was a delay on the ‘just kidding’ that he had surely sent after. I even sent him a couple of question marks before I headed off to bed, but there was no response. The next morning, I woke up to my phone ringing. I answered it to hear Steve’s voice on the other end. He sounded a little bit hungover. “You sound like shit.” I say to him, sitting up in bed. “I didn’t sleep well last night.” He explains, though I could hear a bit of a smile in his voice. Then there was another feminine voice kind of muffled. “Yeah? You and mom get wasted like a couple of old winos?” I ask with a chuckle. He laughs. “No, no. Not exactly. Your mom did keep me up all night though.” “What do you mean?” I ask, wrinkling my eyebrows. “She didn’t embarrass me too bad, did she?” “No, no. You’d be quite proud…” He said before I heard a bit of giggling on the other end. I paused, wondering what he could be talking about. I could still hear giggling when my phone buzzed. I turned to look at the screen and my jaw dropped, seeing a picture of my mom at the stove in red lingerie. “Did you get my picture? I think we should have your mom move in. We can discuss it later.” He says with a laugh before hanging up. -- source link