I had a steamy Mother’s Day tryst with my boyfriend’s mum

Olivia* looked into my eyes and brushed my hair behind my ear before leaning in.

The kiss was passionate and deep – clearly, she desperately needed it. And I didn’t realise how much I needed it, too, until it was actually happening.

I moved my body closer to Olivia’s on the sofa as an episode of Eastenders hummed on the TV.

I felt her urgency – she was worried we would get interrupted by her son, who happened to be my boyfriend. 

But he wouldn’t be for long – this kiss was my escape. 

Sure enough, we were soon disturbed when the front door slammed.

Olivia and I immediately jumped away from each other and sat as casually as possible on the sofa.

‘I didn’t know you were here’, my boyfriend Jessie* said to me as he strolled into the living room.

Mum,’ he then said to Olivia, ‘Pass the control. You know I hate when you watch this s***. Oh, and Happy Mother’s Day. I got you this.’

He threw over a box of reduced-price chocolates he’d obviously bought from the corner shop down the road.

Olivia let out a loud and nervous laugh, before throwing the remote in his direction.

I laughed, too – the nerves and adrenaline had taken over.

Jessie looked at us, confused. ‘You’re both weird’, he mumbled, before changing the channel.

Looking over at Olivia, who was looking straight at the TV, I felt a nervous horror rise. We could have gotten caught. And I couldn’t imagine my boyfriend would have a great reaction to me making out with his mum; on Mother’s Day, of all days.

That was the moment I realised I had to break up with Jessie.

We’d only been dating for a couple of months, but I already knew he was a bad boyfriend, and clearly, an even worse son. 

We were only 20 when we met through my friend, who was hooking up with Jessie’s best mate, and we just ended up dating eventually – even though there was no real connection between us.

I simply did what I thought I had to – have a boyfriend. Even though he clearly didn’t like me, and I got nothing out of the relationship.

He wouldn’t bother to get in touch with me, so I would go over to his house to see him. I’d sit on his bed while he played computer games; then when he was done, we’d have sex. 

This routine repeated like clockwork, almost daily, and I fell into it. Looking back, I shouldn’t have gotten into this relationship, but at the time, I did what I thought was expected of me as a young woman.

That’s how I started to notice his mum.

One day she walked in on him playing computer games, while I was reading a book, and he screamed at her to leave his room.

I was shocked.

I watched her face drop, and she looked over at me briefly before quietly closing the door.

She was beautiful – she had Jessie young, so was in her late 30s by the time we met. 

Her blonde hair was always tied into an immaculate pony tail and she wore eyeliner that made her look sexy.

One day, instead of going straight up to Jessie’s bedroom, I walked into the living room and sat next to Olivia.

‘I don’t think we’ve ever talked’, I said shyly, surprising her from the magazine she was flicking through.

She smiled, and we started chatting. She asked me about Jessie – since he never told her anything about himself – and we discussed the hairstyles we liked.

It felt nice talking to her. At last, I felt like there was a point to me being in this house, instead of sitting quietly, watching her soon die over and over while playing Call of Duty.

From then on, whenever I went round, I would spend time with her before quarantining myself in Jessie’s bedroom.

After a few weeks of this, we became close. And one day, she noticed my eyes lingering on her body.

‘I see you looking at these’, she said pointing to her breasts.

Surprised, I laughed nervously. But I also felt relaxed around her.

‘Go on, give them a squeeze’, she said.

I comically grabbed them and made an awkward honking noise, trying to desexualise the situation as much as possible.

But by that point, I knew I wanted her.

On that Mother’s Day, I knocked on their door and Olivia answered. ‘Jessie isn’t here, but come in’, she said – with a subtle smile that I believed was the first sign that something was going to happen.

She made me a cup of tea, and we sat on the comfy living room sofa – which was, by now, so familiar to me.

That’s when a silence and lingering stare brought our faces closer together – and we kissed.

Unbeknownst to Jessie – and, until this point, to me – this was the moment I’d been waiting for.

It was the wake up call I needed.

There was no doubt that Jessie was a terrible boyfriend; but after kissing his mum, I felt awful.

I realised that, because I was being treated so badly, I’d made out with the most forbidden person I could.

I broke up with Jessie the next day. I walked in his room, told him I wasn’t going to see him anymore, and walked out. He didn’t seem to care – he was just annoyed that he wouldn’t get regular sex – and I was relieved to finally be out of that relationship.

I made sure to avoid Olivia since that kiss, and have never spoken to her since.

We had both needed that Mother’s Day kiss. For her, it was the passion she craved; and for me, it was my escape route.

But now, I’ve learnt my lesson – if I’m unhappy in a relationship, I should leave it. 

Bad relationships aren’t fixed with another person – especially if the other person is your partner’s mum.

*Name has been changed

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