❤️ Love Your MILF ❤️ (F4M) (Your Friend’s Mom) (Finally Confessing to Your Friend) (This Isn't A Fling) (We’re a Couple)

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Okay, so obviously that was quite a shock and I appreciate you calming down and not punching anyone. That was really good of you, considering. So.

.. Jason, I'm so, so sorry. I'm so sorry you had to see that.

I had no idea you'd be coming here. And I know that's not the issue. The issue is, I never meant for you to find out like this.

And I certainly never meant to hurt you in any way. Neither of us did. And I know that doesn't change what you just saw, or how messy this all is.

But the truth is, I never would have done something like this on a whim. I promise you I am not some stupid old woman trying to relive her twenties. This isn't a midlife crisis, or a fling, or even a distraction from suburbia.

I really like him, honey. And I think he feels the same way about me. Do you? Jason, I love you and your sister more than anything in this world.

And I am so sorry if I hurt you. You can feel however you want to feel about this. I can't ask for anything more.

I just want you to know that this isn't a game, or a statement. I would never do that to you. I love you.

I love you so much. Please say something. Even if it's just swearing.

It's okay. Okay, well, that was to be expected. Mm-hmm.

Yeah. That's good. Mm.

Let it all out. Oh, he's still going. Jason, it's gonna be okay.

I know that sounds ridiculous right now, but I promise you, Ines, whatever happens, whether this works out or not, I know. .. Huh? Jason? Uh, well, I don't know why it might not work out.

But I'm just saying, if that did happen, I. .. What? Oh.

Jason? Hold on. Hold on.

Jason? Jason, let go of him. Jason, I was the one who said it might not work out.

Why are you. .. Oh, Jason.

Amy. Are you worried about me? Oh, sweetie.

Hey. It's okay. Jason, look at me.

Whatever happens, I'm gonna be fine. You're gonna be fine. The two of you are gonna be fine.

I promise. And I know, I know, this is fucking weird. And I am so sorry about that.

But baby, life is fucking weird. And no matter what, I am always gonna be your mom. And he is always going to be your friend.

Yes, he is. He loves you. Yes, he does.

He talks about you all the time. Tell him. Oh, you boys.

You don't know how much you mean to each other. I'm not saying this is gonna immediately feel normal, because it's not. But I'm saying it is what it is.

And I'm sorry if that upsets you. I don't know what else to say. What? Does he make me happy? Very much? No.

No, he hasn't hurt me. I haven't even known him to hurt women. Oh, Jason.

No, of course not. It'd be really weird if you were outside straight away. Oh, honey.

Thank you so much. Come here. I love you.

It's gonna be okay. Oh, yeah. 100% weird.

You never know. Things just might work out. What? I'm not being defeatist.

I'm trying to comfort you. I thought you weren't for us. I thought potential for failure would soften the blow.

It wouldn't? You're right. No point in half-assing it.

Oh, come here. My kind boy. Oh, yeah.

I guess you have some stuff to talk about. Um, I'll go and make something in the kitchen. Um, Jason? No fighting.

Please? Please. Okay.

Um, call for help if you need it. That applies to the both of you. What are they doing in there? What are they doing in there? Oh, good lord, what are they doing in there? Oh, screw it.

Uh, I just wanted to see. .. Oh, Jace? You okay? Well, at least no one's bleeding.

Oh, you're leaving? Are you sure, honey? I can.

.. Oh, okay. Oh, Jason.

Oh, you make me so proud. Thank you so much. This is a really big ask.

Yeah. Of course, honey. Okay.

Well, drive safe, huh? And say hi to your dad and Ava. Huh? What's an epidemic? What? Oh.

Ava is. .. Ah.

Twenty. I see. Hmph.

I'm not going to. I won't. Jason, you've had enough of a bashing tonight.

That one, I leave alone. So, is that why you weren't sure of her? I'm sorry.

I'll stop. Drive safe. And text me when you get home.

Promise? Love you. Well, that was something.

It's a weird situation, isn't it? I am a terrible mother, and yet somehow I have the most wonderful son. Well, I certainly feel like one.

He could have roasted me alive, humiliated me, called me every name under the sun. And all he did was swear and worry about me. How is he so good? Oh, phooey.

He probably gets it from his dad. Though apparently we're both in the judgment corner. I'll tell you later.

So, you're still here then? Oh, I am impressed. How have you not run for the elves? Because I'm still here.

I'm beginning to think you really are a masochist. Thank you. For standing by me.

For not running at the first sign of trouble. For being a man. My man.