The first: Still in highschool. We weren’t at the point that there was bangage yet, but near naked fooling around, yes. So, we’re done our stuff, and cuddled up under a blanket on the couch in his room, clothes on a pile beside us. His Mother strolls in calm as can be, glances at the striped t-shirt that she saw me in that day and looks at her son “That’s your laundry, eh?”

“Er, yes” watches us sweat for a while and wanders off.

Second story: The morning after prom. I slept over at his house often. Our parents knew, it was no secret. However, on this occasion, his Mother didn’t realize. We wake up, and start doing it. She walks in to see me on top, no blankets, riding her only son. He sees her, I don’t, she bolts and only then do I realize what’s happened.

When we eventually shamefully emerge, she offers us breakfast, which is refused in favor of GTFOing. She just said “Next time I’ll knock” and that was the end of it later.

I miss his Mom. She was awesome.