Queer bent bastard

“Mom, I have never been so happy in my life,” I told her. “I know we won’t hurt each other, ever. But if it does happen, it will still have been worth it to experience what I am feeling right now. I can’t even explain how I feel right now.”

She just held her arms out and I stepped into them. “I’m so happy for you sweetie,” she said. “And I really do hope it lasts.”

After she let me go, I poured myself a coffee and sat down. Mom was staring at me with this weird grin on her face.

“What?” I asked.

“I can’t believe my little boy has a boyfriend,” she replied. “This is going to take some getting used to.”

I laughed as I told her she wasn’t the first person to say that. Just then, the phone rang. I quickly picked it up and answered it. The first words I heard were, “Hey babe, I didn’t wake you up did I?”

“No babe, you didn’t wake me up,” I replied as I watched my mom roll her eyes and grin at me.

‘Ask him over,’ Mom quickly wrote on a piece of paper.

“You want to come over?” I asked him.

“Yeah for sure,” he replied. “Your mom wants to meet me, doesn’t she?” he added.