It's Only For Jon

Before he could do anything, there was a knock on his door. "Jon?" It was his mom. Jon forgot to lock his door, so she just opened it and walked in. "What are you doing in here? I told you dinner's ready. Now, come on," she said, pulling him up off his bed. When she did, Jon accidentally dropped the stone and it rolled under his bed. When Jon saw that he had no choice but to go with her, he said "Okay, you don't have to pull me." In the kitchen, Jon took his seat. "I hope you like spaghetti. It's got meatballs." "Uh, sure." She gave him his helping and then got some for herself. "Where's Mikey?" Jon asked. "He's at a friend's house," she said, sitting down in her seat, straight across from Jon. She opened her robe and tilted forward a bit so that Jon could get a better look at her cleavage. Jon tried not to look. "And Zoe?" "I don't know. Probably out at that club I told her not to go to. You better get eating, Jon." "Shouldn't we wait for Dad?" Just then the doorbell rang. "That's probably him now," she said, standing up from her chair. Then she closed her robe, tied it, and went to open the front door. *Wait a minute,* Jon thought. *She's fine being in her underwear for **me**, but not Dad?* She opened the door, letting Jon's dad in. They kissed, but only briefly. It was nothing at all like the kiss Jon got in the bathroom. Seeing the scene that was playing out in front of him made Jon think about the wording of his wish. He then realized that his wish was only about his mom's behavior towards *him*, and no one else: *I wish that Mom would loosen up with **ME**, particularly sexually, and that she will decide to encourage **MY** pornography hobby rather than condemning it.* Maybe no one else in the family even knew about their "special" relationship.