Adulting

Scotty’s story

“You were supposed to protect him from your father, not convert him” Mrs. Westin said to us as she walked into the house. Mom looked at me with wide eyes as she pivoted and looped her elbow under Mrs. Westin’s and quickly ushered her through the house and out the front door.

Brad and I looked over at Seth. Oh my god, that face! That evil woman put that hideous look on my baby boy’s sweet face. My heart sank. “What the hell just happened?” I asked Brad.

“I’m guessing he just came out to her, and it didn’t go as planned.” Brad said. “I tried to talk him out of it.” Brad put his hand on my chest to hold me back and said “give me a minute with him” as he walked towards him.

As I stood there helpless looking at the most fucking awful expression on Seth’s cute little Brad-esque face, Pop sidled up next to me and asked “Where did your mother go? I saw her jump in the Rambler with Mrs. Westin.”

I nodded towards Seth “I think our baby just came out to his mother and got rejected.”

“Shit” Pop said, “That poor kid. Haven’t his parents put him and the rest of you through enough already?” Then he texted mom. She responded a couple of minutes later and Pop said “well, your mom is having a little gay-mom to gay-mom come to Jesus with Mrs. Westin. She’ll set her straight… pardon the pun.”

I stood back and watched Brad console his brother, I could hear them talking. “You were right, Brad” Seth said sounding deflated as he rested his head on Brad’s chest.

“I never wished I was wrong more than I do right now, buddy” Brad said kissing the top of his head. “She has different views of the world, and It doesn’t matter what she freaking thinks. You’re awesome and I love you no matter what.” Seth was looking over towards me and I mouthed the words “me too.” DAM THAT EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE! I hated it!

Up until now I had pretty much hated Brad’s father and blamed him for everything, but I saw his mother as a sweet woman who was caught up in a bad marriage, with a sadistic husband and was doing her best to keep her kids safe. But now… I saw her as a big part of the problem, an enabler. She wasn’t the weak, helpless victim she pretended to be.

The other siblings saw something was up and approached the two guys. “What happened?” Theresa asked Brad. Brad was silent. Seth hadn’t come out to his sisters and Brad wasn’t about to out him.

“I just told mom I was gay” Seth eked out in a quiet voice, “And it didn’t go well. I heard her tell Brad and Scotty that they were supposed to protect me from Father, not convert me.”

Quiet Mary spoke up “That bitch, I told you all we shouldn’t have invited her.” Seth’s siblings surrounded him, and his two older sisters sandwiched him in a hug. The circle of siblings was drawing attention as all of our friends started to take notice and make their way over to see what was wrong.

When Mauricio approached and asked, “what’s wrong baby boy?” Seth grabbed him by the arm and led him to a private place in the house to talk. Mauricio and Seth had become very close over the past couple of months. Seth saw him as kind of a spiritual guru… well I guess that’s a little strong, maybe more like a religious confidant. Someone he could talk to about god and religion without fear of judgment. Who would have thought that Mauricio, the most flaming guy I have ever known, would be the one to help Seth make peace with god? Never judge a book by its cover, I guess. When they returned about five minutes later, Mauricio had his arm around Seth, and I heard him say “My mommy wanted to buy me a hooker when I told her I was gay. She said good sex with a woman would fix me” then he laughed, and Seth smiled again, it was a weak smile, but it was better than the look that his mother put on his face earlier.

Hearing Mauricio’s story, Marc (our cop friend) yelled over to them “My mom still calls Jordy my roommate. We’ve been married for almost fifteen years.”

“When I came out, my mom said, “You can’t be gay, you’re a Marine” Said Adam “And she tells all her friends that Alex is one of my Marine buddies.”

Alex added “and she tried to set us up on a double date with two sisters from her church when we visited over Christmas last year.” Everyone laughed at that.

Eddie (Brian’s boss at the Dry Cleaners) said, “I never had to tell my mom. She just knew. I got a Barbie Dreamhouse for my eighth birthday.”

Matty chimed in “My mom still can’t figure out why I work at a gay resort but bring women home at the holidays, she thinks it’s a phase.”

Everybody had a coming out to their mother story to share. We were all laughing, and soon the smile was back on Seth’s face. I also saw Cam very subtly move in next to Seth and discretely hold his hand, He was supporting him without flaunting their relationship or trying to make a statement. I liked Cam, even more so I liked the way he treated Seth.

I stood back and watched as our village went to work to make Seth feel less alone. Brad and I weren’t raising these kids alone, everyone here contributed somehow. Kev came up next to me and said “Damn, this is amazing. Look how they all just surrounded him and put the smile back on his face. He’s freaking glowing! I hope all these guys are still hanging around when our kid is growing up.” Kev and Randy had announced a few months back that they had hired a surrogate and were expecting their first baby in November. We were all pretty excited. Mom couldn’t wait to have grandchildren, then again, she considered the three Westin Boys her grandchildren.

Ann, Cam’s mom, came up behind us. “Look at all these people coming to his rescue” she said in quiet amazement. The three of us went into the kitchen to get more snacks together for our guests. Ann let out a big sigh “I hope I’m a good mom to my gay son.”

I put my arm around her and said “You’re a perfect mom, Annie. You love him unconditionally, that’s all it takes.”

“But if you need a mentor, watch our mom” Kev said. “When I came out, she accepted me without question, and immediately treated Randy like he was her own son.”

“She loves and supports both her gay sons, their husbands, and now her son-in-law’s brother and anyone else around us with no hesitation. Gay or straight doesn’t even seem to click on her radar. She just loves us all unconditionally” I said as I cut up vegetables and put them on the tray.

Just then Mom and Mrs. Westin walked into the kitchen, Mom looked at me with a smile and a nod. Mrs. Westin looked out onto the patio and saw all the people circled around her son. “Scott, can I talk to you in private?” She asked. I reluctantly moved her into the master bedroom where we could talk in private.

We just stared at each other for a few seconds, and I said, “You wanted to talk to me Mrs. Westin?”

“You can call me Mother Westin” she replied with an insincere sweetness. I was doing my damnedest not to roll my eyes ‘Mother Westin bullshit’ I thought.

“Your mother is a good woman, and she opened my eyes to a few things” she said with a tone that still seemed a bit insincere, but I listened. “I’d like to apologize for the way I’ve treated you.”

“I’m a big boy, I can handle it” I said coldly “But if you’re handing out apologies why don’t you start with your youngest son. You devastated him.” Maybe it was wrong of me, but I wasn’t cutting her any slack. I just kept picturing the look on Seth’s face and I couldn’t help but see her as anything but the enemy.

“I know…” she said, her voice still sounding a bit cold, “But I was raised to believe that homosexuality is wrong and…”

“I don’t give a shit” I interrupted. She had a startled look on her face. “That kid needs his mother to accept him. Quit judging everyone and suck it up. So, he’s gay. Who cares?! He’s a wonderful, caring, sensitive human being. THAT’S what matters.” She shot me a cold look as I walked out of the room. I no longer had a desire to win her approval.

She followed me out of the room and then went out back to talk to Seth. I have no idea what she said to him, but he was smiling again and that’s all I cared about at the moment. From that point on I did my best to avoid “Mother Westin” for the rest of her trip. Unfortunately, she made that difficult and I was stuck with her in my home until Wednesday.

Other than Mother Westin’s attack on Seth, the party was a success. Our home looked beautiful thanks to the hard work and generosity of our friends, as always, they came through for us. That night we gave Theresa, Mary, and Brian checks from the college fund we’d been building. Brian’s included all the money had given us for rent and to pay back Pop. It wasn’t a fortune, but it helped and all of them were very appreciastive. Mary still had a year left and Eli, Seth, and Brian all had four years ahead of them (assuming they all decided to go to college), Brad and I intended to help them all.

That night Brad and I talked quietly in bed as we lie naked under the sheets. Our quiet intimate talk turned into some tender kissing, which led to groping, which led to Brad giving me an incredible deepthroating. Oh my god, it was a-fucking-mazing. He had his nose snuggled up against my pubic bone as he worked his tongue around my steel-hard shaft. I just laid back with my hands behind my head reveling in the sensations. Just as I was about to shoot my 3-day load down his throat, there was a knock on the door. “Boys, I hear noises in there. Are you still awake?” interrupted Mother Westin’s voice. Brad pulled off me, and my cock went instantly soft as we both scrambled to find our shorts and cover ourselves.

Brad opened the door a crack and asked her what she needed. She pushed her way into the room where I was about to blow my load less than a minute before and said “I just wanted to apologize for today. It was very kind of you to let me come for a visit and I didn’t handle things very well.” I just smiled condescendingly in response… I was still seething and didn’t believe she was sorry for a damn thing. Brad and she spoke for a while, and I just listened not saying a word. Finally, she left.

“I don’t buy any of it, Brad.” I blurted.

“Shit, give her a fucking break, Scotty” Brad shot back. She’s been brainwashed by my father and his church. It’s gonna take her some time to get used to our situation and the fact that she has two gay sons.”

“She’s so damn judgmental” I said shaking my head.

“No more so than you’re being. Try to empathize with her.”

Brad wasn’t wrong. I was being judgmental, but damn, I was having a hard time empathizing with her. She put herself in those shoes. I promised I would work on it and try to make peace with her.

“Good. Now where were we” Brad said as we both pulled our shorts off and he slipped back under the covers to pick up where we left off.

“It was your turn” I said moving underneath the sheets and down to his musky balls giving them a well-deserved tongue bath. I inhaled my favorite scent in the world then took his balls in my mouth until his flaccid grew hard. I moved up and took him down my throat just like he had done to me. I was reveling in his scent, the taste, the texture of him down my throat. I was super horned-up that night for some reason and was going to town on his rigid manhood. Damn it felt good to be so intimate with him, with a house full of guests we hadn’t had much alone time recently. He started to push in and out of my mouth, face-fucking me.

I could tell he was ready to blow when… knock, knock, knock at the door. “Boys are you still up” It was Mother Westin again. We scrambled like we did before, and Brad ran to the door and talk to her. She made some lame excuse for disturbing us, asking if it was okay to make herself a snack or something idiotic like that, I couldn’t completely hear. Finally, Brad came back to bed again.

“Where were we this time?” He said jumping naked into the bed.

“Oh my god, is she gonna do this all night?” I said as I rolled on top of him and pushed his legs back. I reached into the nightstand and grabbed the lube. I quickly prepped his hole and my raging hard cock, lined up, and pushed straight in until I was balls deep. I leaned down and started passionately kissing him as I fucked him hard and fast. It didn’t take long before I was ready to shoot my load deep inside of him when… knock, knock, knock at the door. “Boys…” I looked Brad in the eyes as I continued to fuck him and whispered very quietly “not this time Mother Westin, I’m busy fucking your son.” Brad smiled, almost laughing between moans of pleasure. I put my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet as I shot stream after stream of my hot cum into him. He had been jacking himself off and shot his load all over our writhing bodies. By the time we finished Mother Westin had given up her quest to keep us chaste that night and went back to her room. We both just laid there giggling until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, we got up and showered together and got ready for work. When we got to the kitchen, Mother Westin already had breakfast ready, and the boys were all at the table. “I hope you don’t mind Scott, but I rearranged your kitchen. The way you had it made it difficult to navigate.” It took her all of two seconds to take her first jab at me. I just smiled as I poured my coffee. There was a classic mother in-law, daughter in-law rivalry going on here. I realized that she saw me as a threat because not just one, but four of her children loved me. Our rivalry did not go unnoticed.

“I can leave you this recipe, Scott” she said as she made the most basic scrambled eggs. The four Westin boys all had smirks on their faces.

Eli egged her on “You should leave him your meatloaf recipe too. Maybe you could even give him a couple of cooking lessons before you leave.” The others were all snickering behind her back and trying not to laugh out loud as she continued to cook.

I shot Eli the bird behind her back, then said “Mother Westin, I have to work late tonight, could you sit with Eli and review his homework, he likes when I look over his shoulder and give him input while he’s working.” Eli shot me a nasty look.

“Of course! I can do that.” Mother Westin said gleefully. I looked at the other three guys with a face that said “go ahead, try me. I’ll throw all of you under the bus.” All three of them looked down at their plates to avoid my gaze. After a few more comments from Mother Westin about my cooking and cleaning I was off to the office.

I was never so happy to go to work in my life! I needed a break from that woman, plus I had a big presentation today. The Resort was growing fast; we just opened our newest property in Hawaii and had an offer pending on another property in Toronto. That would be our first resort outside of the USA. I reported directly to Matty and was hired for HR, but we were both working on HR, PR, marketing, operations, and anything else that came up. We both wore a lot of hats, that’s part of the fun of working for a growing company.

Today I was presenting my final, detailed plan for our Pride Tour. I presented the idea of promoting The Resort at several big Pride events throughout the summer a couple of months ago and they all loved it. We partnered with a major airline and a gay travel company to build different packages for each Pride event we attend. We’d be booking reservations and giving a trip away at each event. We also created an International VIP Membership that gave the holder free day passes to any of our properties, big discounts on rooms, free upgrades, and special VIP treatment. The plan required Matty and I to travel a lot over the summer hitting different Pride events. Kevin’s firm was handling the marketing, and he and Jordan hired Chip’s company to handle all the PR. Chip’s boss wanted our account badly and Chip got a promotion for landing it. In all fairness, they earned our account. We had all met in Vegas and they gave an awesome presentation beating out the other three competing firms by a landslide. They clearly understood our target market and brought tons of ideas to the table on where and how to reach them. As part of the tour PR strategy, Chip turned me and Matty into the faces of the company and set up several interviews for us in each market, his firm also trained us on how to deal with the press. Our first event was going to be St Louis Pride Fest at the end of the month. I was excited to see Chip, Brad was coming alomng to help, and to spend some time with Chip and Alec. Kevin and Randy volunteered to stay at the house with the boys while we were gone. Kev called it parent training.

We had a Zoom meeting with Jordan and his wife Jodi in Vegas, Kev at his office, Matty and I at our office, and Chip and his boss in St Louis set for 10:00. I got in by 7:30 to go over some stuff with Matty first.

“The party was great yesterday. How’s Seth doing?” Matty asked.

“He’s good” I said “Mother Westin apologized, and he accepted. But damn, that bitch is gonna drive me nuts!” Matty chuckled. Then I went on to tell him about her attempts at coïtus interruptus the night before, and her jabs at me and my cooking and cleaning. “I swear to fucking god, Matty. She thinks I’m a 1950’s housewife and there’s this bizarre mother-in-law/daughter-in-law rivalry going on.” Matty was listening to my every word with wide-eyes and a huge smile. “The main problem being that I’m not her daughter-in-law, and I’m sure as fuck not a 1950’s housewife.” Matty found this all hilarious, and of course as soon as we got on the call with Kevin, Matty told him everything. Those two had barely stopped giving me shit when the others joined the meeting.

The meeting went great! We all nailed it and Jordan and Jodi were all in. Jordan called me after the meeting to congratulate me on a job well done and tell me he was impressed with everything, including Chip. There were a lot of logistics to finalize so I stayed late at the office working on it, honestly… I was in no hurry to get home to Mother Westin. I finally got home about 7:30. Everyone had already finished eating “You can heat up leftovers in the microwave. I didn’t know what time you’d be done doing whatever it is you were doing all day, so I went ahead and fed the other boys.” Mother Westin said in a condescending tone. “Oh, and Scott, I hope you don’t mind I made several dinners and put them in the freezer. I thought it would be nice for the boys to have some good meals for a change.”

Seriously?! I had a long day and didn’t have the patience for this condescending bullshit. I almost fucking lost it when she said, “By the way Scott… the room I’m staying in has big dust bunnies under the bed, maybe you could sweep under there when you have time.” OH. My. God. Apparently, this bitch had accepted Brad and I as a couple but had mistakenly assumed that we had the same type of relationship as she and her husband. In other words, she saw me as Brad’s sweet, quiet, obedient servant. Fat chance, lady. We are equal partners. In fact, everyone living in this household cooked, cleaned, and helped with whatever needed to be done.

I was about to go off on her when Eli, of all people, stood up and said “You’re staying in my room. Why are you telling Scotty to clean under the bed? That’s my job.” Then he started to lecture her about how things worked in “our house,” telling her that we all pitched and did what we could to help with the cooking and cleaning and ended his rant with “Scotty’s not our maid, and he sure as hell isn’t a housewife. I don’t like the way you treat him.” Then Brian and Seth jumped in too.

I just watched in awe as they all came to my rescue and defended me. I couldn’t help but smile. I looked over at Brad who just stood there taking it all in. then he chimed in and said, “Hey mom, why don’t you let US cook dinner for YOU tomorrow night so you can see us all in action?”

Seth chimed in “I’ll make my pork chops.”

“I’ll make asparagus and mashed potatoes” volunteered Eli.

“I’m working until 6:00 tomorrow, so I’ll handle clean-up if you guys cook.” Brian said. Brad volunteered to make dessert, and I said I’d stop on the way home from work and pick up the groceries. This is how we did things pretty much every night. We worked together. Mother Westin had no idea how to react.

The next day at work I was getting text after text from my friends and family. Kevin had put the word out that Mother Westin saw me as a 1950’s housewife and my friends and family did what they do best. Mocked my freaking relentlessly! Mom was calling me Laura Petri; Kev was calling me June Cleaver (I had to google both of those references). Mauricio texted me to tell me I should have a Tupperware party and use the money I earned to buy myself something pretty. They all thought they were pretty damn hilarious; I just took it.

I left work a little early and stopped by the grocery store on the way home. The boys met me in the driveway and unloaded the groceries. We put everything away together and then started working on dinner. We talked about our days and laughed and joked around as we worked, like we always did. Mother Westin just watched, not knowing what to think. When dinner was ready, we sat down at the big table and ate like we always do. Seth even said a prayer… okay, so I totally admit we NEVER did that before, and it was totally for show. We all did our best not to snicker, but it definitely impressed Mother Westin.

After dinner the boys all took off to do whatever. I’m sure Seth was hanging with Cam while Eli and Brian were probably playing basketball with their buddies. Brad poured us a couple of cocktails and we went out to the patio to relax. Mother Westin joined us with her usual glass of lemonade.

“I owe you both a huge apology, especially you Scotty” she said (Yes. Scotty. Not Scott. That was a first). I just sat there and listened. “All this is new to me and difficult to accept. I was raised to believe that a family was one man, one woman, and biological children. There were no variations.” She paused, thinking through it all in her head. “That didn’t work so well for us. Your father took control, and I let him. I closed my eyes to a lot of things and convinced myself everything was perfect, but it wasn’t.” The more she spoke, the more sincere she sounded. “What I saw here tonight opened my eyes. You two have taken the wreckage of my family and created a new family. One that works together, plays together, and seems genuinely happy to be around each other. This house is filled with love.” I was shifting from despising her to sympathizing with her. “Scotty, I’m sorry for being such a… such a… well such a B-word. I guess I’m a little envious of what you boys have achieved. I shouldn’t be envious; I should be grateful. Thank you both for taking such good care of your brothers. They all seem to be doing well. Especially Seth. He would never have been able to be himself living with your father and me.” She suddenly seemed softer to me. More human.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about something your mother said to me the other day” she said as she made eye contact with me for the first time. “I asked her how she dealt with the fact that two of her kids were gay. She answered ‘What’s to deal with? Both my sons have wonderful partners that love them and are happy. That’s all I ever wanted for them.’”

Yup. That sounded like Mom. I hope Mother Westin starts to see it her way.

To be continued…