NovelAI Scenario: Don't Tell Mom

Description

It's not every day that you end up having your mother move into your place after a divorce, unaware that you're now in a gay relationship with your roommate, and you're just not a hundred percent sure how she'll take it, and you just don't want to burden her with it... but it turns out it's apparently very difficult to keep her from accidentally barging in on every moment you have alone with your boyfriend!

Tags

yaoi, gay, first person, comedy, interruption, mommy genre invader friday

Prompt

I take a look around the living room. Mom's currently sitting in her armchair, stitching away at one of her embroidery projects, so hopefully, she should be busy with that for a while. Meanwhile, I know Logan's up in our bedroom, putting together a new wardrobe we got from the furniture store yesterday, meaning that this might be an ideal situation to try and sneak in a little closeness. With that in mind, I slink off towards our bedroom, where I find Logan kneeling on the carpet, poring over a set of instructions, muttering quietly. "Where the fuck does this thing go now... oh, hi, Alex. You wanna help me out?" he asks. In return, I shake my head. "Um, I was wondering if we could, y'know... a little..." I stammer, a bit embarrassed to just say it. Logan lets out a sigh. "Honestly, Alex, when are you just gonna tell Clair? We can't keep doing this hush-hush stuff, it's just not feasible, and she's gonna learn sooner or later anyway," he tells me, and deep down, I know he's right, but... "I just don't want to burden her with it right now. If it turns out she doesn't approve, man, I don't know what I'd do, it'd just fuck everything up. If we just keep going like this a little longer, let her get familiar with you some more, I'm sure the time will come eventually, but..." I trail off. Really, I know that it's not entirely sensible to be acting like this, that the right thing to do is just tell her and trust in her to approve, but man, I guess I'm just so conflict-averse that I can't even countenance the idea of it right now. Thankfully, the pensive look on Logan's face turns back to a smile. "Alright, man. I trust you with it. Go ahead," he replies. He looks so sweet with that smile, that smile reminding me every day just why I love him so much. And the way his eyes twinkle that special way, oh, it's just a delight to see. Ever so carefully, I reach up, gently cupping my hand around his cheek, and I lean in, our lips getting closer and closer... And then, the door opens, and in steps my mom, carrying two plates with a piece of cake each on them. "Oh, honey, Logan, the cake's all cooled off now! Come on, try a piece," she says, and I quickly scramble to get some distance between us so she doesn't get the wrong idea. Still, she seems to notice my flustered reaction. "Something wrong, honey? You look all red in the face. Do you have a fever?" she then asks, setting the plates off and heading over to my side, holding her hand to my forehead. Now I'm struggling to think of an excuse. "Uh...... [Click to expand]

I take a look around the living room. Mom's currently sitting in her armchair, stitching away at one of her embroidery projects, so hopefully, she should be busy with that for a while. Meanwhile, I know Logan's up in our bedroom, putting together a new wardrobe we got from the furniture store yesterday, meaning that this might be an ideal situation to try and sneak in a little closeness. With that in mind, I slink off towards our bedroom, where I find Logan kneeling on the carpet, poring over a set of instructions, muttering quietly. "Where the fuck does this thing go now... oh, hi, Alex. You wanna help me out?" he asks.

In return, I shake my head. "Um, I was wondering if we could, y'know... a little..." I stammer, a bit embarrassed to just say it.

Logan lets out a sigh. "Honestly, Alex, when are you just gonna tell Clair? We can't keep doing this hush-hush stuff, it's just not feasible, and she's gonna learn sooner or later anyway," he tells me, and deep down, I know he's right, but...

"I just don't want to burden her with it right now. If it turns out she doesn't approve, man, I don't know what I'd do, it'd just fuck everything up. If we just keep going like this a little longer, let her get familiar with you some more, I'm sure the time will come eventually, but..." I trail off. Really, I know that it's not entirely sensible to be acting like this, that the right thing to do is just tell her and trust in her to approve, but man, I guess I'm just so conflict-averse that I can't even countenance the idea of it right now.

Thankfully, the pensive look on Logan's face turns back to a smile. "Alright, man. I trust you with it. Go ahead," he replies. He looks so sweet with that smile, that smile reminding me every day just why I love him so much. And the way his eyes twinkle that special way, oh, it's just a delight to see. Ever so carefully, I reach up, gently cupping my hand around his cheek, and I lean in, our lips getting closer and closer...

And then, the door opens, and in steps my mom, carrying two plates with a piece of cake each on them. "Oh, honey, Logan, the cake's all cooled off now! Come on, try a piece," she says, and I quickly scramble to get some distance between us so she doesn't get the wrong idea. Still, she seems to notice my flustered reaction. "Something wrong, honey? You look all red in the face. Do you have a fever?" she then asks, setting the plates off and heading over to my side, holding her hand to my forehead.

Now I'm struggling to think of an excuse. "Uh...

Author Notes

It seems like my entire life is just a comedy of errors, trying to have a relationship with my boyfriend Logan while keeping it secret from my mom, who is now living with us. Somehow, every time we think we have an opportunity to get a little intimate, Mom shows up and ruins the moment. I know she doesn't mean anything by it, it's just an accident, but god, there sure seem to be a lot of accidents!

Memory

My name is Alex, and I'm a young man living with both my boyfriend Logan and my mother Clair, a situation that has put me in a rather strange pickle. With my mother recently having gone through a divorce from my father and her still being unaware that I am in fact in a gay relationship—as far as she knows, Logan is just my roommate and old college friend—and I really don't want to put that big revelation on her right now, so I'm currently trying to keep this a secret from her while still trying to get some intimacy in with Logan when we can. This is a process that has turned out to be surprisingly difficult.

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Clair, mom
While I will admit that having my mom, Clair, move in with me after moving out a few years ago is a strange situation, I'm not averse to it in the slightest. I've always favored Mom over Dad when I was younger, a stance that was entirely confirmed when he divorced her, moved to Spain, and married a twenty-year-old. With that, having her move in with me was the obvious move, since I did have a spare bedroom at my place and all. Mom's great. She's a lovely, little old lady that couldn't hurt a fly, sweet as can be, and her cooking is just wonderful. And she treats Logan like a second son as well, just as sweet and loving towards him as she is towards me, which is not something I expected.
Logan
My roommate and boyfriend Logan is just an amazing guy. Ever since we met in college, it was just love at first sight, and we've grown so close ever since then. The only reason we're not outright married yet is because I'm still worried about what my mom would think if she found out about me being gay, even though I have the suspicion she'd be completely fine with it. It's not like Logan doesn't get along with her either; the two are like two peas in a pod, with them having surprisingly bonded over a shared hobby of embroidery. The sight of them sitting in the living room, both handling a needle, sharing pointers and complimenting each other's work is just adorable.

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Clair, mom

Logan

Clair, mom

Logan