A One Night Stand With My Son

Practicing Naughtiness

Yeah, there's another already. I replied.

"Is that so? What's her name, and how did you two meet? Do I, perchance, know her?" She asked eagerly,

Why are you suddenly so curious?

Anyway, I call her my world. She's the most beautiful woman I've ever met. Not only does she have a remarkable outward beauty, but also the purest of inner beauty.

I fell in love with her on that very special night that was designed for her fiance, whom, for some selfish reasons, stood her up. Yet by the workings of fate, I showed up for her in her lonely moments, and the instant our bodies collided, I knew that she was my better half. Therefore, since then, I had wanted nothing more than to make her mine!

I haven't had the courage to tell her because I'm afraid that It will change her perspective of me and moreover cause her to hate me forever. But tell me, Mom, should I die in silence, or should I tell her and let fate decide our fate?

"Actually, that was what I intended to say, I wanted to try being naughty like my Dad suggested, but changing my personality wasn't so easy after all. Hence, I made up this one instead:

"Her name is Princess, she's beautiful and sweet and I love her a lot. Unfortunately, she doesn't know how I feel about her because she's in a committed relationship, but although she has a fiance, I am thinking of giving it a shot. Who knows, I might be the best candidate."

To this, my mother responded:

"Are you serious? That's it? You fell in love with someone else's fiancee? And you think she's some kind of trophy that you would win by playing your card right." I'm so disappointed in you.

Go easy on me, Mom! It's clear as a bell, the guy doesn't love her. He's only fooling around with her. While I, on the other hand, I'm totally crazy about her.

"Whoa, is it also as plain as a haystack that she doesn't love him either? Did she tell you that she's only hanging unto him while she awaits her, Mr Right?"

Mother, I'm skeptical about whether her feelings for him can be overshadowed by real love. So, I need an honest and sufficient answer from you on this scenario? Assuming that you and Dad are she and her fiance,

"Hypothetically speaking," with everything that's going on with you and Dad, if by fate you came in contact with this really cool guy who has all the attributes of a perfect gentleman and he tries to, "put the moves on you" will.....

"I won't hesitate to turn him away."

She cuts in without letting me finish.

Mom, look, I don't want you to answer rashly, so reflect on the presents, those sweet texts and concerns, the treats, and all the beautiful moments you would have. Imagine two of you sitting under the moonlight and watching the stars and having so.. so... much fun, just like what you always dreamed, and the fascinating part is that Dad will be totally clueless.

I wasn't in her heart or her head, but I could tell that that was her ideal expectations from a lover. I knew about those things because in the past few days, I read some stuff from her younger time. Which might also be the reason I found myself becoming more and more attracted to her.

I was so unlucky to be her stepson.

"Well, la-di-da, 'he is in every way your kind of guy.' So now would you say yes to him?"

"Nice try Henry. What a precise description, you know me so well. But, are you still asking for clarification on whether your girlfriend will choose you, or are you now somewhat a: 'shadchen'?"

"Boy, whatever you are getting at, just know that my answer will still be 'No.' I'm married, so I can't have a lover"

Fine, fine, you got me. But I was only kidding. I know that you are madly in love with Dad, I just wish that he could treat you like a treasure because that's how I would treat you if you were mine.

"What??" She asked in shock.

Oh no, I didn't mean it that way. I meant if I had a wife "like you," I would treat her like a treasure. "It's a metaphor, remembered?" It could be very weird if I meant the literal meaning.

"Yes, really, really weird because I am your mother, I might not have given birth to you, but that's what I am," she said with emphasis, yet its felt like she was using 'idoms,' she also had this 'poker face' so all I could do was get back to our initial conversation.

Seriously, Mom, do you think she would want to go out with me?

"Henry darling, not only are you very handsome, but you are also a kind-hearted gentleman, and these are the qualities ladies go for in a guy. Trust me, even a married woman would succumb to your charms. 'BTW, I'm totally not in support of this, but I hope she chooses you because she won't regret it.' I also hope that I have answered you satisfactorily?"

"Bet you have." Thanks for your honesty, but one more thing.

I have a date with her tomorrow evening, and I want to look my best yet not too flashing and not too dull either. Since she doesn't know my intentions yet, I don't want to make it obvious, I only want her to feel the rhythm in her bones.

So, if you can, could you please accompany me?

Why would I want to accompany you on your date?

Here is the thing, it is not like a real date.

She owns a small business and wants to get a collaboration with us. I could have referred her to the right department, but you know, "I want to shoot my shot." Therefore, with the company's CEO present, she will think it's all just about business, so will you?

"Well, as long as it's business related, who am I to object to my boss' decision?"

Alright, I also need you to help me pick out the perfect outfit.

Okay, Sir! Is there anything else you want me to do?

Hmm, so far, that's all for now. You can get back to your post, Mrs Smith. and don't forget we will be leaving for the mall by 8:00 pm!

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you need to get a new suit? Can't we just pick one from your wardrobe? There are hundreds of them that you haven't even worn."

Mom.... again, this is supposed to be a discreet mission. I'm sure the store manager will know what is best for such an occasion.

Alright, but just know that you owe me one, "Sir."

I surely do, Mrs Smith! I called back to her as she left.

I loved it so much when we communicated like this without the fear of being judged by our mistakes or stupidities. We were more like besties.

If only we were in a different universe, we could be the best couple. But sadly, we are stuck in a land where morality and values must first be considered before oneself.

I am one person who always thought that this way of life must be upheld. So, why then was I now talking like a hypocrite?