Mommy Mayhem - Part 7

Theo rubbed his bare stomach, as he cleaned up the seed that dripped from his body. He wondered what it had taken for his mother to become this woman he now inhabited –what her life had been like in her early twenties, before she met his father. When she had come to terms with her sexuality.

Theo knew he had to go further back in time.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a completely different place. It was a small dorm room.

He felt young again, for one thing.

Theo looked around the room, his eyes widening as he took in the outdated decor. The walls were painted a faded shade of yellow, and there were posters of bands he had never heard of plastered across them. A twin-sized bed was pushed up against one wall, covered in a mismatched array of blankets and pillows.

He got out of bed and walked over to a mirror hanging on the wall. Looking back at him was a teenage girl. His mother. She was beautiful in an unassuming way.

He wanted to know more about his mother, about the person she was before she became the woman he knew.

Theo decided to explore the dorm room, hoping to find some clues about his mother's life. He opened the closet door and found a few pieces of clothing—jeans, t-shirts, and a couple of dresses. He ran his fingers over the fabrics, trying to imagine his mother wearing them.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. Theo's heart leapt into his throat. He wasn't sure how he was going to explain himself to whoever was on the other side of that door.

"Hey, Holly, you coming to the party tonight?" a voice called out.

Theo recognized the voice as belonging to his mother's roommate, Liz.

He cleared his throat and opened the door, "Uh, yeah, sure, I'll be there," he said, hoping he had sounded convincing enough.

As Liz left the room, Theo rummaged through the closet, looking for something to wear to the party. He settled on a black dress that he found hanging in the back corner and held it up against his body. It was perfect; it fell gracefully around his frame and stopped just above his knees.

Theo slipped the dress over his head, the fabric falling gracefully around his body. As he got dressed, he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and nervousness. The neckline plunged into a V-shape at Theo's collarbone, revealing his chest. The fabric hugged his chest, accentuating Holly's young breasts. It smelled like flowers, like he imagined his mother smelled when she was younger.

He was about to experience a night in his mother's past, and he had no idea what to expect.