Chapter 3: My Mother

Ashley had inherited her beauty from my mom. Laura Cummings had been an eighteen year coed when she’d met dad, who was a first year law student and four years older than her, at a frat party during October of her frosh year.

According to the oft repeated family history, my father took about two minutes to fall in love. Mom lasted until Thanksgiving weekend when she took him home to meet her parents. Like Kevin, I too was growing in my mother’s belly when my grandfather walked his daughter down the aisle eight months later.

When Kevin and I had sat down and started our planning for our ‘rebirth’ one of the first tasks we’d posed ourselves was to, ‘list in order of preference, the 20 best looking women you know (and who you’d most like to have sex with)’.

But before we’d actually sat down and made our individual lists we’d talked about the characteristics we’d like in our preferred sexual partners. To be honest we started out pretty hopelessly given neither of us had been on a date before or even knew that many girls to even talk to.

So our points of reference were few and far between. Movie stars. Porn stars. Some rock singers. Girls in our class. Teachers. Our mothers. My sister and her friends. And when we made our lists neither of us was able to even get up to twenty.

By the end of the process my mother ended up thirteenth on Kevin’s list. Ashley ended up tenth. I knew they would have ended up much higher if he hadn’t been embarrassed to have my family members on his list. He didn’t list his mom. At least not on his official list.

His mother was number nine on my list. Behind our schools head cheerleader, Lady Gaga, and a movie actress among others. Neither my sister nor my mom appeared on my official list although I did list Ashley’s friend Caitlyn number ten.

However, on my secret list, the list I never showed Kevin, his mother was number one, my mother number two and Ashley number four. Which I knew was a bit strange. Which is why I hadn’t shown it to him.

And so, when my mom had sat down next to me on my bed after dad and Ashley had disappeared to organize the financial end of the deal, I had already begun to consider her as something else besides a mom. I’d become aware of her breasts. Of her lips. Of her long, silky hair. I’d also, and again I’d never told Kevin this, rummaged through my mom’s underwear. Her bras. Her panties. I’d done things with said panties ... bad things while they were wrapped around my cock...

“I probably don’t really need all those clothes,” I started.

“Of course you do darling,” my mother said as she put an arm around me.