Mother Knows Best

"Keep the phone by you, Jillian might be texting me back," Sheri said while kissing down my belly about her youngest daughter.

We had just, JUST started to try to have sex today.  No sooner after she said that her phone beeped and I looked at the message.  Nan asked me today if you were gay.  She said she saw Jen kiss you the other night.  I said I didn't know and I ran outside the text read from her oldest, Hannah.

I read the message outloud which caused Sheri to stop what she was doing.  "Wait...what?  She asked what?"  

My head started replaying the past few nights events.  I knew exactly what she was talking about too.  When I was saying goodbye to Sheri and our friend Judy at the high school for Hannah's induction into the National Honors Society I had given Judy a kiss on the cheek goodbye.  I saw Renee looking at us and hesitated for a moment before deciding to give Sheri a kiss on the cheek too.  It was as if you were saying hello or goodbye to a friend, that's it.  Renee saw it and somehow that meant I was gay.  But we did kiss again that night.  When walking to the cars we disappeared around the corner of the school and quickly glanced back to make sure she couldn't see us.  We gave each other a quick peck and I was on my way.  We even checked after we kissed to make sure that she didn't see us so I knew that she was referring to me kissing her goodbye on the cheek.
 
She grabbed the phone from my hand and texted Hannah to call her once she got to her friend's house and tell her exactly what happened.  Just a few minutes later her phone rang.  Hannah exlaimed on speaker phone "She asked if Jen was gay!  She said 'She's up here all the time! She should bring home a boy or a girl and leave your mother alone.'  I had no idea how to respond so I just said 'I don't know!' and walked out into the backyard."

After they hung up the phone I struggled not to cry because I just had a flood of emotions from betrayal to frustration.  Betrayal because here was our chance to tell her mother but Sheri said she'd deny or ignore the entire thing.  "I don't know what would be worse, having your mother hate me because she knew or having her hate me because she suspects," I whispered.

"I'd rather just have her suspect," Sheri said.  "It's better that way."

She kissed my tears away and told me not to let what her mother thinks get to me.  She doesn't give a crap what she thinks and neither should I.  "But if affects me," I said.  "She thinks that I'm the one pursuing you.  She thinks that I'm trying to turn you gay.  You should be upset because of what she's saying about me."
"It doesn't matter," she said again.  "She's not worth getting upset over."

I nodded my head yes, acknowledging that I know that.  I dried my eyes and she kissed me.  Then she kissed me again.  And then deeper.  I pushed everything to the back of my head and we ended up having the best sex we've had in a very, VERY, long time.

I had my head in her nook and was completely content when she started moving to get ready to go home.  I sighed and threw my leg over hers and pulled her closer and begged just to lay there like this for a few more minutes.  She kissed the top of my head and wiggled out from under me and started to get dressed.  When she left I stood on my tippy toes to give her a kiss goodbye and I followed shortly to run some errands.

I came home, got into my PJs and started to cook myself dinner while playing the Sims.  She texted me So Renee just asked me.  I never directly answered her but she said she was hoping I wasn't.  And that was that.

She asked you if you or I was gay?  And why didn't you answer directly???

If I was. Because I was so shocked when she asked.  And I don't think she wanted an answer.

I called her and asked exactly what happened.  "I was just standing in the living room talking to Jillian.  She just asked 'Are you gay??'"  I was so taken aback that I asked 'Where is this coming from?' and she said 'From me.  I saw her kiss you the other night.'  I said 'She gave me a kiss on the cheek when she was leaving so I have no idea what you're talking about.'"
I was quiet for about a minute thinking it over.  "I don't think I should come up on Sunday."  Sunday is the day that they celebrate Thanksgiving.  The past 3-4 years I've been up there.

"Let's see what she says.  She hasn't asked me yet if you were coming up.  Maybe this is why." I sighed deeply  "It'll be OK babe," she tried to reassure me.

I know that it's not.  I've been under a magnifying glass all of these years with her mother.  Now I'm going to be under a microscope.  I'm half tempted to either tell her I have a boyfriend to throw her off of my scent....or just one day bust at the seams and do what Sheri cannot do.