Page 82 of Fourth Point Of Contact

“I wasn’t watching it! It was a mistake!”

“Like you accidentally said,I think I’ll watch some bestiality today?”

“I didn’t?—”

My mom groaned and started to sit up just as Chase rushed over and helped her sit since I was unable to move quickly enough to help her.

“Oh,” she moaned, holding her head. “What did I do wrong?”

“Mom, you’re okay. I don’t think you have a concussion.”

Slowly, she turned to face me, but the look of disappointment on her face was enough to shut me up. The poor woman just had the shock of her life, and now she looked at her only son like he was some kind of sexual predator.

Silence clung to the room like a sauna, thick and heated. I got up and moved away, hoping that would give my mother some space to realize her son was not some disgusting porn king. But as the minutes ticked by, it was clear that no amount of space would make things better.

“Mom—”

“Don’t, Patti,” she scolded as she sat in the living room with a glass of water.

I glared at Chase as he fluffed the pillows behind my mom’s back and handed her an ice pack. This was not how I saw my visit with my mom going. Then again, I hadn’t known she was even coming, so I was fucked all around.

“It’s not what you think.”

She pressed the ice pack to her head and scowled at me. “What am I supposed to think? My son, mybaby, was…gratifying himself while he watched a man doing…thingsto a woman dressed as a cow!”

“I wasn’t gratifying myself!”

“Really?” she snapped, glaring at me like I was the devil.

“Well, I was going to, but I shut it off the moment I realized what it was!”

I couldn’t believe I was having this conversation. I was a grown man being chastised by my mother about sex. This was wrong on so many levels.

“I came here to take care of you.” She sucked in a slow breath and released it. “And maybe that’s what I needed to do. God sent me to save you from temptation.”

“Believe me,” I muttered, “I’m not tempted.”

“You will attend church with me,” she said with a nod. “It’s the only way to save your soul.”

“But—”

“Patti, no ifs, ands, or buts about it! That filth—” She gasped suddenly, shaking her head. I thought for sure she was going to have a heart attack and started to stand.

“Don’t!” she hissed. “Do not come toward me with that filth on your hands.”

I winced, sitting back down as Chase chuckled at me. “It’s not like I was jacking off to it as you walked in the door!”

“Patti!” she gasped in horror.

“Sorry,” I muttered, sighing heavily. “Mom, you’ve got this all wrong. That most definitely did not turn me on. I’m not some sick, twisted…” I shuddered as I remembered what was on the DVD. “That’s not me!”

“I knew I should have brought a woman to you. A man like you shouldn’t be alone this long. It’s just not right.”

“Mom, I’m hardly alone. I have friends?—”

“And you watch that filth!”

“I’m happy!”

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