“I’m taking a bath. You have to respect my privacy.” I slunk deeper into the water to hide my nakedness.”
“I thought we should talk about today,” he said, sitting himself down on the lip of the tub near my feet.
“OK. That’s a good idea. We need to clear some things up, for sure. But, now is not the time. You go out to the living room and I’ll finish my bath and be out.”
“I’d rather just talk now.”
I had the water up to my lips, the rest of me was hidden by the murky liquid.
“Ronny, you pushed things way too far today.”
“I don’t think I pushed them enough, Mom. Don’t you understand? I still haven’t seen you naked. And that’s an important first step. I want to see you and appreciate you for more than being just my mom. I want to see your body and let my body get ready for making a baby together.”
“You have to get that out of your head. That can’t happen for SO many reasons.”
“So you came up with a better plan?”
“Yes I have,” I said. It had come to me during my bath.
“Huh?”
Ronny’s face went slack with bewilderment.
“We’re not telling your father a thing while he’s away. We’ll let him keep believing we’re having a baby. When he gets home safe and sound, then I’ll explain and face the consequences. At least he’ll be safe.” I looked at Ronny and smiled. I felt like a huge weight had been lifted and it felt good to let my plan out.
“There’s just one little flaw in your plan, Mom.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’m going to tell Dad there’s no baby. I’m going to tell him tomorrow when we talk again.”
“You can’t be serious! You can’t! You wouldn’t!”
“Watch me tomorrow, Mom. We’ll see whose plan is better, yours or mine.”
“You can’t do this. You can’t put me through this, Ronny!”
“Your plan is a total lie with nothing to show for it at the end: Dad disappointed and betrayed for months, and no baby to come home to. My plan will do only good. My plan keeps Dad happy and safe and adds to our family with a new baby we can all love.”
“No … no … no,” I chanted. “Ronny, I’m your mother. How can you believe I can mate with you, allow myself to have sex with my own son and be impregnated? It’s crazy!”
“It’s gonna be easy. We’ll take small steps. The first step is for me to see you naked.” And with that, he reached over and yanked the chain attached to the stopper.
It made a gulping sound, and the water began rushing down the drain. “Ronny! NO!” I yelled and tried to use my foot to stem the tide. Ronny reached in and easily slid my wet foot away from the drain. The water continued to rush, and with every passing second, my concealing protection dropped lower.
First my neck emerged, then my shoulders. I put my arm across my breasts, and my other hand over my crotch.
It was slow torture as the water descended and ran away from me down the drain. Ronny’s eyes took in every new discovery as my body was exposed.
I turned my face to the wall and closed my eyes. The last of the water left with a loud gurgle from the drain. Except for my arm and hand covering my “essentials” I was totally exposed.
“Stan begged me for these,” Ronny said.