Pippa Pays A Visit
There's a knock at the door early. When I open it, I see Pippa on the other side.
"Just thought I'd pop over for a chat?"
"Sure, come in." I guide her past me with my hand.
I guess I knew what it was about, only one thing it could be, really.
She marched ahead of me to the lounge room and paced like a trapped lioness.
"Tea?"
"No thanks."
"Wine?"
"Goodness me," big eyes, "it's a little early... isn't it?" I got the distinct impression that maybe it wasn't, although good form certainly wasn't going to let her give in.
"It's about Angelo, isn't it?"
"What am I to make of it? Him?"
I guess it was okay when he was just getting his cock sucked by another bloke, but son number one was now in love, which put a whole new spin on her faggot child.
"He's fallen for your handsome son, as Tommy has fallen for him. It's not difficult to understand. What do you mean?"
"Tommy won't say, just that Angelo is a friend from uni, but I see how the two of them look at each other."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. All of it. The details."
"They fell for each other not long ago. They have barely stopped for breath in between humping each other's bones. Is that the sort of thing you want to know."
Pippa raised her hand to her face and looked genuinely distressed.
"Too much detail?"
"No." She shook her head. "Why won't Tommy tell me himself?"
“I’m sure he will when he is ready…”
“Why isn’t he ready now?”
“I don’t know, you would have to ask him that.”
“Should I ask him?’
“Why he isn’t ready?”
“No, why he hasn’t told me about Angelo?”
“He will, I’m sure.”
“What does it say about me as a mother?”
“Well, I’m not sure it says anything about you as a mother…”
“But it must, surely, otherwise he’d share it with me.”
“Maybe, it isn’t about you…”
“Oh thanks.”
“No, I don’t mean it in a negative way,” I said. “Maybe, just at the moment, it is just about him?”
She stopped and thought.
“This is all new to him too,” I said. “He’s never done any of this before.”
“I guess.”
“He’s never had to introduce his partner to you guys, male, of female,” I said. “He’s working it all out for the first time.”
“Oh, Josh, I am sure you are right,” Pippa said. “I just don’t want to be the difficult part of this.”
“I’m sure.”
“I want to be the part of all of this that is easy for him.”
“And you are.”
“Am I over thinking this?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged.
“So, just relax?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“No, you are right,” she said. “Thanks Josh. It is always good talking to you.”
“Happy to help.” Was I a help.
“Thanks.” I guess, I was a help.”
She headed home feeling better about it all.
"Just thought I'd pop over for a chat?"
"Sure, come in." I guide her past me with my hand.
I guess I knew what it was about, only one thing it could be, really.
She marched ahead of me to the lounge room and paced like a trapped lioness.
"Tea?"
"No thanks."
"Wine?"
"Goodness me," big eyes, "it's a little early... isn't it?" I got the distinct impression that maybe it wasn't, although good form certainly wasn't going to let her give in.
"It's about Angelo, isn't it?"
"What am I to make of it? Him?"
I guess it was okay when he was just getting his cock sucked by another bloke, but son number one was now in love, which put a whole new spin on her faggot child.
"He's fallen for your handsome son, as Tommy has fallen for him. It's not difficult to understand. What do you mean?"
"Tommy won't say, just that Angelo is a friend from uni, but I see how the two of them look at each other."
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. All of it. The details."
"They fell for each other not long ago. They have barely stopped for breath in between humping each other's bones. Is that the sort of thing you want to know."
Pippa raised her hand to her face and looked genuinely distressed.
"Too much detail?"
"No." She shook her head. "Why won't Tommy tell me himself?"
“I’m sure he will when he is ready…”
“Why isn’t he ready now?”
“I don’t know, you would have to ask him that.”
“Should I ask him?’
“Why he isn’t ready?”
“No, why he hasn’t told me about Angelo?”
“He will, I’m sure.”
“What does it say about me as a mother?”
“Well, I’m not sure it says anything about you as a mother…”
“But it must, surely, otherwise he’d share it with me.”
“Maybe, it isn’t about you…”
“Oh thanks.”
“No, I don’t mean it in a negative way,” I said. “Maybe, just at the moment, it is just about him?”
She stopped and thought.
“This is all new to him too,” I said. “He’s never done any of this before.”
“I guess.”
“He’s never had to introduce his partner to you guys, male, of female,” I said. “He’s working it all out for the first time.”
“Oh, Josh, I am sure you are right,” Pippa said. “I just don’t want to be the difficult part of this.”
“I’m sure.”
“I want to be the part of all of this that is easy for him.”
“And you are.”
“Am I over thinking this?”
“Maybe.” I shrugged.
“So, just relax?”
“Yeah, maybe.”
“No, you are right,” she said. “Thanks Josh. It is always good talking to you.”
“Happy to help.” Was I a help.
“Thanks.” I guess, I was a help.”
She headed home feeling better about it all.
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