I reached in the back seat and grabbed the pair of pants I had brought for Steven. I threw them to him.
“Here, put your pants on Steve.”
I felt like I was hurrying my boyfriend out the back door as my parents came in the front. The car was still a long ways away from us so I was confidant they couldn’t see anything.
“Stay calm Steve. They can’t see us yet.” I assured him.
He put his pants on and hopped in the front seat. By this time I was around the truck and in my seat with the door shut. I was starting the truck as Steven was reaching in the back seat for a shirt. He was dressed and calm in plenty of time. The car pulled up and parked at the other end of the parking area.
“It’s probably just a young couple looking for some privacy.” I told my son as I cut a sly look at him.
“Yeah, probably coming up here to make out and stuff…” He said back with a smile on his face.
“…And stuff.” I repeated with a smile of my own and turned out of the parking area.
We were pretty quiet for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the ride home. I was the one that broke the silence.
“Steve, have you ever had a girl do…what I was doing to you?”
He just looked straight ahead and told me no.
“Have you ever done it to yourself?”
“Mom…” He looked out the side window.
“Steve… …it’s Ok. Everyone masturbates.” I told him.
He turned his head towards me…
“Do you?” He asked.
I should have expected it.
“Well, as a matter of fact… …yes, sometimes I do. Especially since your father left.” A burst of honesty on my part.
His eyes got big.
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