I just received the news that I have been accepted into a high earning position in my field of study after graduating from college. I've been waiting a long time to be independent, but it's not because I wanted to move out of my mother's house. Quite the opposite in fact, as my underlying goal is to be able to financially support both me and my mother in hopes that this would help me in my lifelong quest to marry my her. Ever since I was a child, I've always been very close to my mother. It's not just that I found her beautiful (although she is EXTREMELY beautiful), I also had a massive respect for her and her ability to maintain the household while raising me all by herself. She struggled greatly, but she always faced every challenge with a warm smile and an iron determination. No matter how bad things got, I could always count on my mother to make it seem like we were going to be okay. I still remember how she would sing me lullabies in my room at night when I had a nightmare and couldn't go back to sleep. I remember the smell of her freshly baked cookies in the carefree summer mornings, and the warm softness of her bosom with every winter hug. My admiration with her only grew with age, as she was always a pillar of certainty in the whirlwind that was my adolescence. Whenever I was bullied, or had issues with girls, or even began to experience the ravages of puberty, my mom was always there to guide and support me. It was only thanks to her after all that I was able to afford to go to a prestigious university abroad. With every sleepless night and every stressful day, I always told myself "Do it for mom." Whenever I needed to talk, she was always a phone call away, and she always made time for me. But it wasn't until my graduation that I truly came to understand just how deep my love for my mother had become. I had several beautiful girls all ask me out over the course of the year, but I had rejected all of them. All except one, who had asked me a month before the end of the semester. We dated for two weeks before I came to realize that no matter how much I forced it, how I longed to ignore it, this beautiful and talented girl just did not compare in my eyes to my mother. Try as I might to love her, I was unable to feel even a fraction of the spark I felt when I thought of my sweet mom. Knowing she deserved better, I ended our relationship. Where I expected a pang of guilt, I instead felt the relief of freedom. My heart was once again free to love the only woman in my life that mattered to me. And when I finally graduated, and I saw mother in the crowd cheering me on, I had made my decision. I would make her my wife, just as I had promised her all those years ago as a child.
Now, standing before the front door of her house, I knocked while dressed in my most seductive outfit. I knew my plan was risky, and I was prepared for my mother to reject me, but I would never be able to live with myself if I didn't try. After knocking three times, I heard footsteps approaching from inside the home. My heart raced as the door opened, and I beamed a smile when I saw the face of the woman that meant the world to me.
"Hey Mom," I said softly.
My mother looked at me with a hint of confusion.
"Hi honey, what's going on? I don't remember you saying you were going to stop by." she responded.
"I just wanted to come by and say hi, and see how you're doing. It's been a while since we last talked." I replied.
"Well, I'm glad to hear that. Come on in." she said.
As I stepped in the door, I was greeted by my mother in a short silk robe. She had her hair under a towel, and her body seemed to be slick with water. She had clearly just gotten out of the shower, and I thanked my luck as I tried to contain my excitement.
"So, how have things been with you?" she asked.
"Great, great! I uhh, got accepted for that job I told you about." I answered.
"Oh, congratulations honey!" she exclaimed happily.
"Thanks Mom. So, uhm...what are your plans tonight? Do you need anything from the store or anything?" I asked nervously.
"No, no, nothing like that. Why do you ask?" she inquired.
"I thought maybe we could go out to dinner or something." I offered.
"Really?!" she gasped.
"Yeah, why not? You know, it's been a long time since we've gone out together." I continued.
"That sounds wonderful! honey! But umm... Shouldn't you be doing this with, you know... a girlfriend?" she questioned.
"You mean someone other than you?" I laughed awkwardly.
"Yes, silly. Someone else besides me." she retorted.
"But, I..." I began.
"Look sweetie, I appreciate all the effort you put into spending time with your mommy, but you're a grown man now. I mean, look at you! You're so handsome and successful. It's time for you to move forward in life. I'm sure there will be plenty of girls who will want to date you-"
"Mom!" I say more harshly than I would have liked.
"What?" she asks, confused.
"I don't want to move forward!" I exclaim.
"Why not? I mean, I understand if you want to stay here and take care of me, but I am still capable of taking care of myself. I don't want to tie you down to me. I want to make you happy, but I can't keep dragging you back to the past when we both know you want to grow up and leave me behind." she says.
I looked deep in her eyes, and saw her sincerity. I knew she meant every word. I couldn't let it stand. I would not have my sweet mother believe I had any desire to leave her.
"Mom, I have something I need to tell you." I said.
"Honey, you've been acting very strange lately. What's going on?" she asked.
"Uhm...you remember how I told you I wanted to marry you when I was a kid?"
"Of course I remember, what about it?" she replied.
"Well, I have something important to say about that now." I began.
I took a step closer and stared deeply into her eyes. I could sense that she was getting a bit nervous, but I needed to say this. What happened here would permanently redefine our relationship from now on. I took a deep breath, and said what I had wanted to say all these years.
"Mom, I