Flush by Matt Potter

“Your gums will be red raw and a perfect entry point for HIV,” she said. “Never clean your teeth beforehand if you’re going to suck cock.”

I shrank into the kitchen chair. It was 1989. I was seventeen. Two minutes earlier I’d told her I thought I was gay.

“Are you fucking anyone, Dudley?”

She was my mother. And unfortunately, a sexual health nurse.

“Are you a bottom or a top?”

My eyes stared blankly and my lips clamped shut, stilling the screaming voice inside.

“First impressions really count. You need to make up your mind.”

I shifted in the chair. My mother’s favourite child-rearing mantra – I can talk to my children about anything – was swallowing me whole.

“No one likes an indecisive sexual partner.”

Oh, I definitely knew I was gay, but my sexual experience amounted to nothing beyond constant furious masturbation and watching men’s gymnastics on television. In practical terms, I didn’t know one end of a hard-on from another.

“It’s a big world out there, and there are plenty of cute, well-hung men just waiting to get into your trousers, sweetie.”

She had never called me sweetie before.

She hummed. “Maybe I should give you my old dildo to practice with.”

I stood up. I left the room. I walked outside and down the driveway and to my best friend Daren’s house. And vowed to learn all I could about menopause, and assault her with the hair-raising facts just after her first hot flush.

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14 responses to “Flush by Matt Potter

  1. Oh, how very wince-inducing.

    Well done!

  2. Al McDermid

    I thought ‘red meat’ would result in some horror, but this is horrific. And so funny; ‘well-hung men’ and ‘sweetie’ form the mouth of one’s mother is just too much. Really great story.

  3. I think the mother will live in my nightmares. *shudders*
    I hope those hot flashes come really soon!

  4. Oh goddess, this is fabulous. What a trip of a mother — not sure what’s more dangerous, mothers who keep their kids in ignorance or HER?! Peace…

  5. Well written with a lot of “raw truth” hitting us in the face. That Mom is some piece of work (meat?) but she was believable, and so was the son. I like this story, it smacks of courage

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