A Skype Mistake ❤

Mum on the spy❤

UNEDITED

Xander's Mums' POV;

I watch Xander stomp up the stairs my heart beating at a triple rate. I was so wrong to hit him but my son had broke me. Did he not realise my plan. Did he not see that at 64 I did not want help. I was done with life on earth. I just wanted to do what I wanted till my heart stopped beating, it was sad I knew but it wasn't something I had just thought of. It was a well devised plan. That is not to say I wanted to do it alone. I needed Xander and the thought of living here without him in my final years was to hard to bare. I hobble into the kitchen and grab a clean glass. Seconds later Xander trails down the stairs a bag pack on his back. He glares at me then leaves out the front door. I shudder at his death glare picking up the glass to pour myself another vodka cranberry. I stand against the kitchen stool in thought. How my life had changed from Mrs Bernadette Riley to Miss alcoholic low life.

I do sometimes wish I hadn't stooped so low but then everything happens for a reason.

Suddenly I get an incentive to look around Xander's room. I often do it when he isn't home. Making sure not to leave any trace of my visit.

I slowly trail the stairs wondering why Xander had never put a lock on his door when living with the likes of me. He had said he would once or twice when angry at my nosiness -but never did it.

I push the door knob around hard rushing inside. A strong aftershave scent catches far in my throat. I choke a little walking over to his desk. It is messy as usual, full of receipts, magazines and snack wrappers. At the corner of my eye I spot Xander's mobile. Oh no, he must of forgotten it which means he will rush back soon to collect it. I start to leave his room but the ringtone 'Stacy's Mom' plays out. My nosiness got the better of me as I rush back to his desk to see who the call is by. The name 'Prissy' flashes on the screen. Hmm quite a pretty name. Maybe that's the girl Xander has had his mind on recently. I could always tell when he had a lady on the brain.

It must of been the alcohol but I found myself reaching to answer the call. Unfortunately I had missed the call.

Okay maybe I should leave his room now. I'm sure he would be back for his device.

'NEW VOICEMAIL'

The new voicemail messages flashes up and I grab the phone; I can't help myself. 

Voicemail; Xander, it is prissy, where the fuck are you, you said you would be here in 15 and its been half an hour. You claim I am the only pro that you see but you haven't met me in ages and then you are late wasting my time. Get your small dick over here asap Xander or I will see my other client. Call me.

The phone falls from my ear, the crash rattling around the room. My son has been seeing prostitutes. That explains a lot. The Friday night outs, him returning rosy and in a happy mood. His sneak phone calls. My son should no not to do such a thing. He could find himself a lady, one that didn't open her legs to get by. I had brought him up better then that! Disappointed I shiver as sadness consumes me. 

Quickly leaning down I pick up his phone placing it back on his desk. I turn on my heels leaving his room and going to mine. When he returns for his phone it would be best I was in bed so nothing seemed suspicious. After that revelation I needed to lie down.

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