Chapter 7

Amy paced around her apartment, checking the clock every few minutes. She can’t remember ever being this nervous. Get a grip, Amy! He’s going to come over and you guys will talk about how much of a mistake that night was. It doesn’t matter how many dreams you’ve had about him since then that end up with you waking up soaking wet. He’s your son for Christ’s sake. It’s wrong!

The past couple days have been the worst couple days of her life. The dreams with Josh in them, the good ones, came back the night of their conversation on the steps. They came back with a vengeance. Last night she actually woke up in the middle of a body-wracking orgasm.

And now here she was, minutes away from sitting down with the man, her own son, who has been filling her thoughts, waking and otherwise, for the past couple weeks. She checked the full length mirror by her door. No little black dress tonight. I should burn that thing. Nothing but trouble. Instead she chose a sweater and yoga pants. She was even second guessing this outfit, as the fabric, hugging every curve of her lower half, was sometimes rubbing in just the right way to make her tingle. She had just decided to go change when the buzzer rang, causing her to jump.

“Fuck, Amy, get a hold of yourself,” she said to the empty room. Pressing the button, “Hello?”

“Hi Amy, it’s me,” came the static-filled voice from the front door.

“Me who? I know a lot of me’s,” she said back, at an attempt at ice breaking humour.

There was a brief pause, “Um, it’s Josh. I didn’t know you were expecting other people tonight too. I didn’t prepare for an orgy,” he replied, sounding as sincere as he could. It took all his efforts not to break out laughing.

“Goof. Get in here!” she mock chastised, pressing the door release button.

A moment later there was a knock on the door. She opened it and welcomed him in.

“I’m sor-,” they both began as soon as Josh was in the apartment and the door closed.

Amy looked at Josh, “What are you sorry for? I’m the one that acted like a psycho, texting you at three in the morning and yelling at you on my front step in front of the whole world!”

“I shouldn’t have waited so long to show up,” Josh said softly. “If I hadn’t waited, none of that would have happened.”

“True,” she conceded, “But! I was the one that told you I needed some time and I would reach out. If you had just shown up, I might have gotten mad at you for not respecting my wishes.”

Josh nodded in understanding, “Mhmm, I see what you mean. So basically, what you’re saying is that no matter what I did, I was screwed. And not in the good way.”

His words caused Amy to blush, “Exactly. Come on, let’s sit down and talk. We’ve got a lot to talk about. Drink?”

“Sure. Whatever you’re having,” he replied as he sat on the couch.

She disappeared into the kitchen for a couple minutes then returned with a couple glasses. Handing him one, she sat down on the chair opposite.

She took a drink and looked over at him, meeting his gaze. They sat in silence for longer than it took to become slightly awkward. “So,” Amy finally said.

Josh nodded as he smiled, “So, you wanted to talk?”

She flushed in embarrassment, “Fuck, right. I’m the one that wanted this.” She paused again. So here’s the thing Josh, I’m kinda sorta really fucking into you and need you to jump my bones right th--No! Stop that shit right now!

“Amy? You okay? You looked like you kinda went away there for a minute.”

Amy snapped back to reality, and sighed. “No. Yeah. No. Shit, I don’t know. See, I had this whole thing worked out in my head that you were going to come over, we were going to sit down and we were both going to talk about how that night we met was a huge mistake. I should have never brought you back to my place and we never should have had sex. Not that the sex was bad, just the opposite. It’s just not who I am and I should know better. I can’t blame you because you’re just a young guy. I’m older and should have been the responsible one. And that doesn’t even factor in the fact that you’re almost certainly my son!” the words rushed out of her mouth all in one breath.

Josh looked at her with astonishment and laughed, “How did you do that without breathing?”

Amy paused and then got a look of mock anger on her face, “That’s it? All of that and THAT’S what you take away from it? That I can talk really fast without breathing???” Without even realizing what she was doing she launched herself at him, “I’ll show you breathing, Mister!”

She landed on him and mashed her mouth against his. Surprised, he grabbed her waist to keep her from bowling them both over. Instinctively, he returned the kiss, their tongues briefly renewing their previous acquaintance. By about this time, his brain caught up to her rush of words and had a chance to process them. He broke the kiss and moved her slightly away from his face. “Wait, wait, wait. Didn’t you just say that the other night was a huge mistake and never should have happened? And now this? I don’t want to sound like a typical clueless man here, but you’re sending mixed signals.”

“See, you’re still not listening,” she mock chastised. “No, I said that was what I had worked out that I was GOING to say. You men, you just never listen,” she sighed with fake exasperation. “Here’s the thing Josh ... I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. Or is it I can’t stop thinking about fucking you? Fuck, I don’t know. Both? Last night I literally was awoken by my body having an orgasm while dreaming about you! I know it’s wrong and you probably think I’m sick because of it. I don’t know if it’s because you’re my son or in spite of it, but it’s what it is.”

Josh said nothing as studied her face for a moment. He saw tears begin to form in her eyes as he took a deep breath. “Whoa. Okay. That’s a lot. I need a minute to catch up here. But as I do, you need to know that I do NOT, nor could I EVER, think you were sick. So please, don’t worry about that. This is not going at all how I was expecting it to go as I was on my way over here tonight.”

She tried to move off of him, “I’m really sor-”, but he cut her off and held her in place on his lap, where she landed after rushing him.

“Look Amy, here’s the thing. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you either. At first, yeah, there was shock that I’d just made love to a woman that could very well be my mother. Then there was the added shock that I may have just got my mother pregnant. Surprisingly, my brain didn’t revolt. But then I just kept thinking of you. I thought about you every day, wondering how you were dealing with all of this. It took every part of me not to just show up like some weirdo stalker. You invaded my dreams as well. Granted, I never woke up to an orgasm, but some of those dreams were pretty damn hot.

Honestly, I don’t care if you’re my mother or not. If you want to take tests to confirm, I’ll do it. But regardless of the outcome, it’s not going to change how I feel about you one bit. Knowing whether or not you are the woman that gave birth to me twenty years ago isn’t going to suddenly stop me from dreaming about you or wishing I was spending time with you.

So no, I’m not upset by any of your feelings towards me. I’m surprised because I expected to be rebuffed and sent on my way, never having the opportunity to get to know just how amazing of a woman you really are. So to hear your confession surprised me, but in the most excellent of ways. If it’s sick and twisted, then so be it, we can be sick and twisted together. If that’s what you want.”