Chapter 2

My mother had warned me of her intentions. She went out with Mr. Brennen every Saturday night for the next three weeks and did not get home until two or three o’clock in the morning. I didn’t check but I was sure she was coming home without her panties on. I gave up waiting up for her.

Mr. Brennan and my mother had been dating for over two months and I guess they figured it was serious enough to have a family get together. They invited me to dinner at the Oaks restaurant on Sunday evening. I’m convinced they planned it for Sunday so my mother wouldn’t miss her Saturday night sex party. For the last couple of weeks she was not coming home from her Saturday night date until after she made him breakfast on Sunday morning.

Now dinner was very interesting. My mother failed to tell me Mr. Brennan’s twenty-two-year-old son Greg that looked a lot like a younger version of his father, had been invited to dinner too. Damn, if he wasn’t just as charming. I could see my mother smiling as she watched me drool over this guy. I did the girly thing and ask my mother to accompany me to the restroom.

“Mom, why didn’t you tell me he had a son and Mr. Brennan was bringing him tonight?”

My mother started primping in the mirror, “He is quite handsome isn’t he? I didn’t want you to think I was matchmaking. I wanted you to meet him and make up your own mind. I must admit I did tell him a few things about you and showed him your picture.”

“What did you tell him?”

“That you’re not a virgin.”

“Mom!”

Mom started fussing with her lipstick, “Calm down dear. You are thinking about taking him to bed, aren’t you? Because I certainly would if I was you.”

I calmed down a bit and admitted my mind may have wandered a few times, “Well he is handsome and quite charming. I may have had a passing thought.” God, who wouldn’t think about it, the guy is gorgeous.

Mom put her lipstick away and pat me on the cheek, “Then do it. If he is half the man his father is you are in for a treat.”

So much for my mother protecting her daughter’s reputation. I looked in the mirror and practiced my best come hither look.

After dinner, Mr. Brennan invited us to his apartment for a nightcap. Two glasses of wine later I was seriously thinking about jumping his son’s bones. My god what was wrong with me. I am acting just like my mother with Mr. Brennan. Watching my mother cuddled up on the couch and kissing Mr. Brennan was not helping. I swear he copped a feel of her boobs and she didn’t say a word even with me in the room.

Mr. Brennan’s son Greg was making conversation and pretty much ignoring my mother and his father. I was thankful for the distraction and his discretion.

After an hour of my mother stressing me out, she announced that she was staying and that Greg would be happy to take me home. Greg didn’t look like he was over the limit to drive and to be honest, I wanted out of there. Watching my mother fawning over Mr. Brennan was more than I could take.