Momma’s Boy

A few years back, I was coolin with some friends when we made an impromptu stop at a stranger’s house.  That stranger happened to be the best friend of Momma’s Boy.  Upon meeting Momma’s Boy, I was immediately attracted to him.  He was well dressed, he had manners, and he charmed me.  My friends and I ended up staying at the gathering for quite some time.  We were there long enough for the flirtations between the two of us to commence.  Our chemistry was undeniable; and for that reason, I agreed to exchange digits. After that night, we linked up a few times, and I always enjoyed myself.  Eventually, things began to get more serious, and by that I mean that they turned physical.  If you are fortunate, every now and then, someone will enter your life and touch you; your connection is indisputable, and your core is shaken….Momma’s Boy didn’t do that for me; but he was damn sexy! Every time we shared our skin with one another, it was like running barefoot through a flower garden among unicorns under a rainbowed sky; it was beautiful.  Being rarely able to connect emotions and sex to  a fault as well as past and future downfall(s), I was pleasantly surprised that every encounter we had also made me emotionally in reawakened.  This was an untapped feeling of mine, yet it did not scare me. It was such a shame the way that it ended….

On this particular night, I indirectly and horrifically met Momma’s Boy’s mother.  I was aware that he still lived with his parents; a fact that I did not enjoy, but was willing to look past due to his age (around 19), and the state of the economy at the time.  I had already been inside his house, seen his room, etc.  However, I was under the impression that he was not sneaking me in every time; I thought he was allowed to have female company, being that he was an adult and all.  Well, how wrong I was.  So, on this night; as we were hot and heavy, I met his mother under this circumstance: I was reverse cowgirl on top of his bed, facing the door, when it opened, and enters his MOTHER!!!! Ummmmmm……MORTIFIED, I immediately hop off and grab for my clothes.  (Oh and it behooves me to mention that he was my ride). As soon as she barges in, she screams:”What the Fuck did I tell you about dem hussies; I told you not to bring no hoes up in my damn house!” At that moment, my eyes began burning as I tried my hardest to fight back tears and focus on my exit strategy.  I put my clothes halfway on and finished as I ran and maneuvered past her, mumbled a brief and highly awkward apology, and ran down his street all the way through the neighborhood to the nearest gas station.  One of my friends came to pick me up from there.  I never answered his calls after that; but a mutual friend told me he asked about me a few years after. Ouch.