This choice: Drag your heavy self to the panty and explore more of being Mom • Go Back... You decide that keeping as few people in the know as possible is probably wise as you drag your sleeping self to the kitchen pantry, huffing and puffing as you did.
"Jesus Mom," you grunt, "do you even lift?"
Finally, propping you body against a bulk box of poptarts, you close the door to the pantry. You sigh, and lean against the kitchen counter. Your stomach growled as you again smelled the food you just prepared, and you were thankful hunger overtook the memories, whether happy or unhappy. You prepared yourself a plate and decided if you were going to live as Mom for an evening, you may as well be Mom in style, and you took the full plate of beef stroganoff to the living room and started to watch Game of Thrones from the place your Mom left off on, season 1, episode 6, midway through. You shove the first spoonful of beef stroganoff in your mouth and immediately tell the difference between your Mom's taste pallet and your own. The tastes were much more pronounced with your mother's mature pallet, and you savored every bite.
Soon your dinner was gone, and you paid more attention to the violence an, sex, and treachery that was happening on screen. You noticed the colors were brighter than how you normally perceived them. The more explicit scenes also made your body react in different ways. Every time a character was killed, you irked away physically flinching at the violence. And the romantic scenes filled you with longing, a want to be held by a pair of strong arms.
Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, and you quickly turned off the television, your face pink with embarrassment. Your sister, Angelina, gives you a jovial look.
"Mom, it's okay that you're watching Game of Thrones. I'm already up to Season 3," she says taking off her shoes. "Geez."
You racked your brain thinking of what Mom might say, "Oh... uh... yes sweetie. Mom's instinct I guess. That show definitely has some dirty parts."
Angelina laughed briefly before looking somewhat embarrassed herself. "Uhh Ma... I have a... somewhat embarrassing question for you."
"Uh... sure thing," you reply, trying your best to play the Mom. "Go ahead and take a seat."
"Okay... well...," she said, looking bashful at her hands, "I just turned seventeen a few weeks ago. I've seen Game of Thrones, I've been to prom, I've watched rated R movies... I just think it's time we had the talk. THE talk. The sex one. There's still so much I don't understand. I wanted to sooner but... with Dad gone it just felt... I dunno. Can we talk?"  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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