She won’t tell you at first, but you finally get it out of her that she caught dad getting extra cozy under the mistletoe with his new boss. You can’t believe him! With a gorgeous wife waiting at home? You blurt this last bit out loud, before you can stop yourself, and your mother blushes, telling you not to get too upset, that this is just how guys are when their wives get older: they want the new shiny thing. Fuck that, you think, and you tell her so.
"I’d never cheat on you, Mom, you’re so hot," you tell her, knowing you shouldn’t. She’s had enough of the bubbly that you know she’d flirt with anyone. Maybe even you…you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself. You lay it on thick, telling her nothing that isn’t true, but everything that is better left unsaid, between a mother and son…