As I grabbed my keys and headed out the door, I couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.
I was about to meet my girlfriend’s mother for the first time and I had to admit, I was a bit intimidated. I had heard so many good things about her, and it had gotten me thinking.
I drove up to her house and knocked on the door. When she opened it, I was stunned. She was even more beautiful in person than I had imagined.
I had started to develop a bit of a crush on her, and I couldn’t help but think that I wanted to “try” something.
We exchanged pleasantries and I followed her into the living room. We started chatting about mundane things and I couldn’t help but feel a bit aroused. I was trying to be respectful and not let my thoughts wander, but I just couldn’t help myself.
After a few minutes, my girlfriend walked into the living room and announced that dinner was ready. We all got up and went into the dining room. I couldn’t help but feel my heart pounding as I watched her mother walk in front of me. I started to think about what it would be like to kiss her, to touch her. I started to get lost in my thoughts and I didn’t even realize that my girlfriend had been watching me.
When dinner was over, my girlfriend’s mother thanked me for coming and said she had to get going. I said goodbye and watched as she walked away. I felt a wave of guilt wash over me as I realized that I had been caught staring at her.
I drove back home, feeling embarrassed and ashamed. I had been so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn’t even realized my girlfriend had noticed. I knew that she would be angry if she ever found out what had been going through my head.
The next day, I was having lunch with a friend when my girlfriend called. She asked if I had enjoyed dinner the night before, and I could tell from her voice that something was wrong. I told her that I had, but she still seemed distant. Finally, she asked me if I had been staring at her mother.
I was shocked, but I knew I had to tell her the truth. I told her that I had been and that I was sorry. She was understandably upset, but she told me that she wasn’t mad and that she just wanted to make sure I knew that her mother was off-limits.
I apologized again, and we talked for a while longer before she eventually hung up. I felt terrible, but I was also relieved that she hadn’t been completely mad at me. I knew that it would take a long time before she would trust me again, but I was determined to prove to her that I would never do anything like that again.
It’s been a few weeks since the incident and things are slowly returning to normal. I still feel guilty, but I’m also grateful that she was understanding. I know I need to be more careful in the future and ensure I’m not tempted to “try” anything.
The last thing I want is to make the same mistake again.