In love with mom’s one night stand

Family Christmas

2 days later

*Owen*

“What are you watching, son ?” My father asks as he walks into the living room, looking curiously at me as I laugh out loud.

I look up shortly. “It’s just this video by a girl I met the other day. It's about how much women do to make themselves beautiful for men and how most men don’t even notice because a lot of those details they panic about really don't matter ... It's honestly hilarious and cute”.

“It sure sounded like it, with the way you were braying”. He says, sitting down on the other end of the couch. “Where did you meet this … girl ?”

I keep my eyes on the phone, trying to stop my cheeks from turning red. I mean I can’t say ‘in the kitchen, the morning after I slept with her mother’, my family is not that open. “Through a friend … and not really a girl, Young woman is more correct I guess”.

“Oh ... okay”. He gives me a side eye. “So is she a nice girl … Young woman ?” He turns on the tv.

“So when are we going to Shekinah’s for dinner ?” He is used to me ignoring these questions about women. It’s not a part of my life I really share with my family. And they are often saying I should work less and settle down, again … how little they know, but that is also something I keep to myself.

It is Christmas eve today and I have spent the last two days watching a lot of Hope’s old videos and reading her blog. She is absolutely hilarious, but also so very heartfelt and warm, also she is legit cute, in a not too childish way. By now I am kicking myself so hard for sleeping with her mother, and most likely ruin any chance to get to know Hope better.

But to be honest I had been longing for someone to ... Well mostly hold me, give me warmth and attention. And Darlene had been taking charge. She was sexy and it seemed easy, like she wouldn’t be trouble after, so I went for it. On the other hand, if I hadn’t … I might never have met Hope.

I make a snap decision and find her latest post on i********:. It is a picture from this morning of her in front of a Christmas tree in what looks like a wooden cabin wearing a cute pj that says ‘kiss me’. She is making kissy lips and the caption reads: ‘Christmas kisses to you all from me, hope you have a happy holiday and loads of fun and love’.

I breathe in quickly and write. ‘Sending a holiday kiss right back, hope you have a merry Christmas … I have to admit that I am loving your videos so far’.

Seconds later I kind of regret sending it, but then I decide that it was totally innocent, I mean I just wished her a merry Christmas, right ?

Putting away my phone I try to focus on the program my father is watching. It is kinda nice to be home in LA and away from the hustle of New York. It feels a bit like the old times, like being a kid again.

I don’t get what it is that Hope did to me in the short time we spend together, but my mind keeps slipping to her and I find myself wanting to know more about her. This is rather unlike me.

Later we go to my sister's house for dinner. The whole family is here and some friends and don’t get me wrong, I enjoy it immensely. Especially playing with my little nephew Gryffin. But I wish I wasn't there alone, but with a family of my own. Yup despite what people often assume, I actually want that.

When we are done with dinner and everyone are relaxing and talking in the living room I pull out my phone, realising that Hope have answered. ‘Thank you sweetie. I’ll pass the kiss on to my dear mother’.

I can’t help chuckling, okay I deserved that. Damn, she is so cheeky. I decide to give her a follow, as I can see she has started following me.

Reading some of the comments I see that some of her fans have noticed my answer and commented on it with things like: ‘You know Owen Reed ?’ ‘Oh you lucky girl having Owen write to you, he is so hot’ and ‘Oh who is this hottie writing you, me like’.

Do I dare ? I know I am on thin ice. Not so much with her, I have a feeling she can take quite a lot of poking, but this is public and rumours travel fast. But in the end I end up answering. ‘That kiss was for you darling, not your mother’.

“What is he doing ?” I hear my sister Shekinah’s voice ask.

Then my father chuckles. “Well, apparently our little Owen has met someone that has him giggling like a schoolgirl constantly ... but he won’t really say anything”.

Shekinah slumps down beside me, trying to look at my screen. “So who is she ? Come on bro ... let me see”.

“No ... it’s not like that. I just like her videos. She is funny and such. Dad is just being stupid”. I hide my phone, feeling very much like a damn teenager.

“Oh boy, you really like her”. She giggles. “No really, it’s so cute Owen and I am so happy for you”.

And of course this is when my older sister Sarah walks into the living room. “What’s up with you Owen ? You are all flustered”.

I just groan. s**t this is going to be a long Christmas and of course Shekinah just has to answer. “Owen has the hots for some chick he met”.

“The hots ? Seriously, what am I … fifteen ? And she isn’t a chick, she ...”. I instantly realise my mistake and shut my mouth, but it is too late and everyone is laughing at me.

Sarah smiles at me. “Oh he’s really hit hard ... that’s so cute. It was about time”.

I groan again. “I am not, she is just a girl I shared breakfast with okay ... and she makes these internet videos and they are funny and deep and ... Arg, I’ll just stop now because you are going to tease me relentlessly no matter what”.

“You got that right”. Shekinah’s husband Ian says. “But breakfast Owen ? Where does one just share breakfast with a girl ?”

This time I have no doubt I am turning beet red from my toes to the tip of my ears. Oh damn I should not have said that. “I ... well ... s**t ... I plead the fifth”.

“Owen ...Oweeeen”. Shekinah say leaning in, and before I realise she has snatched my phone. “Oh is this her ? Hope ... oh she is really cute. So you two ... what ? Had a fling and now you want more ?”

“Look I don’t want to talk about this and you guys do not want to hear it ... believe me ... so could we just let it rest ? I promise that if it leads to anything I’ll tell you”. I reach for my phone.

Shekinah is scrolling through the comments. “Oh lord Owen, publicly flirting with her, she must be something special ... hey what is this about her mother ?”

“Just a joke ... nothing ... just ignore it”. I look pleadingly at her.

She hands me back my phone. “Oh lord, you really have a hard task ahead sweetie”.