' Which one should I get?' thought Calem as he darted his eyes back and forth between the two choices in front of him. Part of him wished someone else would choose for him. Another part wished he just didn't care enough about it to pick whatever. But he did care. He cared a lot about what pack of briefs to get.

On one side was a pack that had two pairs that were a more form-fitting kind. On the other side was a pack of looser briefs but they were made from a material Calem liked the feel of more. Eventually, Calem made a choice.

As Calem walked through the store, a pack of two form-fitting briefs in his hand, he passed the snack aisles and decided to see what there was. In one aisle, nothing interested him. In the next aisle, still nothing did. In the third, he had only looked at something on the shelves for a few seconds since in the middle of the aisle was his History teacher, Drasna.

"Oh, Ms. Drasna!" Calem said as he walked up to her. His teacher was studying over a box of something when she looked up at Calem with a surprised expression. Upon seeing her student she smiled at him.

"Oh, hello, Calem," she said. Calem stopped in front of her shopping cart and looked her over. Normally, at school, she wore a long skirt that reached her ankles, with a simple loose blouse. But as Calem looked at her he saw she was wearing a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t shirt. Both of which showed off curves that Calem had never seen on her. Drasna chuckled. "You here clothes shopping?"

Calem gave her a confused look. They were in the section of the store that had nothing but food so he wasn't sure why she brought up clothes. But then he looked at his hand and saw he was still holding the pack of briefs. With the hand motion of someone on the verge of panicking, Calem reached to the closest shelf, pulled off a box of something he had never heard of, and held it in front of the underwear.

"Oh, was just, uh, grabbing this," Calem said. He looked down at the box and realized he would never have grabbed it under any other circumstance. Again, Drasna chuckled.

"So, what brings you to the store?"

"Oh, just shopping with my mom. It's her day off today and she wanted to get some stuff done."

"That's so nice of you. To accompany your mother on her errands," Drasna said pleasantly. Calem felt embarrassed again.

"I mean, she would've dragged me had I not wanted to come. Not that I would have said no to her, but, like, you know," Calem said. A part of him had wished he said nothing. "Well, uh, it was good seeing you, Ms. Drasna."

"It was a pleasure seeing you too, Calem," Drasna said. Calem nodded at her with a faint smile then walked past her, silently leaving the random box he grabbed back on a shelf. Just before he left the aisle he turned around to see Drasna walking in the opposite direction of the aisle. His eyes went low and watched her butt as she walked. Her jeans showed off her backside very well.

After leaving the aisle and walking around for a couple of minutes, Calem was able to find his mother. He tossed his briefs into her basket when he was close and Grace peered into the cart.

"Just boxers," said Calem. Grace pulled back defensively.

"Was just curious, no need to get mad."

"I wasn't getting mad," Calem said in an annoyed tone. Ever since he was little, for whatever reason, he hated his mom's teasing at times.

"I'm just messing with you," said Grace with a laugh. She stopped when she looked at Calem's face. With squinted eyes, she got a bit closer to him. "Oh, Calem, you have something on your face."

Calem scratched at where he thought his mother was looking. "Did I get it?"

"No, hold on let me," Grace licked her thumb then rubbed a spot on Calem's cheek, much to Calem's annoyance.

"Aw, gross, Mom!" he said while rubbing his mother's spit off his face. Grace only laughed. "Can we go now?"

"I need a few things still," Calem groaned at his mother's words.

It was another twenty minutes before the two were in the car and pulling out of the parking lot. The first couple minutes of the drive were quiet until Calem remembered something.

"Oh, yeah. I saw my History teacher earlier," he said.

"Really?" asked Grace. "What was she buying?"

"Food...? Maybe she got other stuff, I don't know. Why?"

"I'm nosey, you should know this," Grace said with such confidence that Calem laughed with Grace. The two continued small talk until they were home. As Grace headed inside, Calem opened the trunk and grabbed a couple of bags before following his mother. The two worked silently bringing in all the bags into the house and placing them on the kitchen table.

As they put away everything, the only words they spoke were Calem asking his mother where she specifically wanted things to go. When they were done, with groceries and other items put away, the two sat down on the couch with a sigh. Grace grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Some time later she turned to her son.

"You hungry?"

"Hm. Not really."

"Yeah, me neither."

"Well, I guess I'm a little hungry for something," said Calem. He moved himself a bit closer to Grace.

"Oh? And what's that?" asked Grace. She moved herself closer to Calem. They were close enough for Calem to wrap his arm around Grace's waist and the two locked eyes.

"This," said Calem as he moved closer to his mother's face. The two closed their eyes and felt their lips touch. They kissed long enough that when they pulled away they had to take deep breaths.

Without a word the two smiled at each other and then kissed again, this time grabbing each other in the arms and lying down on the couch. Grace wrapped her arms around Calem's neck and Calem reached down to grab Grace's bottom and squeezed them.

During their makeout session, Calem kept opening his eyes to see his mother's face and body in his grasp. Yet, when he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but start to imagine someone else in her place.