Zach
“When was the last time you’ve been laid, son?” Mom studied me over the rim of her reading spectacles with a knowing smirk.
Jesus.
I almost spit out my coffee. “Mom, we’re not discussing that. Boundaries. Remember? We’ve talked about this.”
My mother lacked a filter, and she seemed inordinately curious about the state of my s*x life. I kept telling myself that was only because she didn’t have one. Please let that be the reason.
Please let that be the reason.She merely shrugged. “I worry, you know.”
The truth was, the only thing that went down on me this weekend was my Wi-Fi.
But worse than that? My own f*****g mother pointing out my dry spell to me in such vivid detail.
“I’m fine, Mom. Seriously. You don’t need to worry.”
I knew enough to know we probably didn’t have a norm
