She then said "What do you mean 'BE' with me?!!", and I replied "I would've liked to have been with you in a... uh... uh... more... intimate way." I thought, oh my gosh. What did I just say? Oh crap, and I looked down embarrassed that I had actually said this to my mother. What the fuck was I doing? Obviously, my prick was doing all the thinking here.

When I realized she wasn't yelling at me, I finally slowly looked up into her eyes. There was no anger or reluctance that I could detect. Was this a green light? What's going on here? That's when I slowly started to...