The day before yesterday, Christmas. Ever since I was a kid, I remember celebrating it every single year. We aren't Christians, religiously speaking. As I grew, I became an agnostic. But that's not the point.
This year Mommy promised me I may wish for anything that I want and, she'll fulfill my wish or wishes. No matter how ludicrous they may sound. Quote, unquote. That's her words, not mine.
Anyhoo, at the end of this year, we've had tried everything an immoral mother and son could do with each other inside four walls. So much so that we barely put on any clothes until winter obliged.
To make the culmination of 2020 memorable for the two of us. I concocted a deviating plan. It had to be a surprise, a surprise Momma would never forget. Some of you might have guessed it involved my friends in it.
On the night of Christmas eve, she and I were having a random conversation about her work. She was decorating the Christmas tree with minimal decoration on herself. Those peachy hindquarters were summoning me, but when you've had enough of something, you truly get a sense of satisfaction that hinders your act on the same thing. No matter how enticing they may seem at the very moment.
While having dinner, she asked me about my wish.
“It's Christmas eve baby, when are you going to tell me what you want for this Christmas.” She asked.
She considered herself a very exclusive person and we never actually ever discussed sharing her with anyone else. To share the physical intimacy that we have. Was inconsiderate be for her. On the other hand, I believed that I must share her with my mates. Her logic behind keeping herself exclusive was gibberish to me. Although, I never said that to her very face.
“I'm unsure if you'd be able to fulfill my wish this time, Mother.” My heart was racing, but my voice came out as if I'm sincere about my statement. Honestly, it was, kind of, at least for her, it was.
“Baby, let your Mommy decide that, will you?” Her voice was very calming, “At least do tell, what kind of wicked wish my son has this time that I can't handle.” She brushed her thumb on the back of my hand. It was a very assuring gesture.
“I've invited some of my friends over.” I lapsed.
Her thumb halts, her pupils dilated.
“Umhm… Go on,” she nods.
“There's four of them in total,” I added, lapsed again.
She nods, chewing on her meal elegantly.
“They're going to stay here until the 31st night or 1st Jans, sunrise.”
Her brows shoot up just a little.
“Okay,” she trails, “I don't see any problem with that.” She smiles. Due to the lack of information, I have fed her so far, her smile disoriented.
“I want you to cater to their needs and entertain them for this entire week as you do for me.” I halted, my breath hitched.
Her expression didn't change except for the external carotid artery. It was twitching evidently on the side of her neck.
It took her some time to comprehend. She swallowed the morsel in her mouth while both of us kept staring at each other. Picking up the glass of water and sipped a small amount. Her struggle to swallow was conspicuous even if she tried her best.
“Okay, baby. I'll do it.” She gained back her composure, “but they will have to pay for my services.” She stated as a matter of factly.