Never Too Late for the First Time — Eliza Duncan

Download for FREE with Kindle Unlimited This is a 8,000 words CLEAN stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Denise and her son were never close until he was an adult. They have finally built a close relationship now that he is in college. She decides that it is time to tell him why she and his father got a divorce: she is gay. Myrtle doesn't get along with her mother. Her mother is a born again christian who does not approve of her “lifestyle.” When her mother brings a “former homosexual” to talk to her, it's the last straw. She runs away from home and runs into...Adam. He takes her into his dorm room and takes care of her. She pretends to like him so that she can stick around. But something goes wrong when she meets his mother and is hopelessly attracted to her. ---------------------------------------------------------- EXCERPT FROM BOOK This was something like twentieth of these dinners that she and Adam had taken part in, but it didn't make Denise less nervous for this particular dinner. This one was going to be different. She had made up her mind. She was going to share something with her son that she had not been able to come to terms with for herself until she was nearly forty years old. It was kind of a big deal. She felt that her relationship with Adam had progressed to the point where she felt comfortable sharing that kind of information with him. Of course, she knew that it was always possible for him to take it poorly, to be angry, frustrated or upset. She knew that was not just a possibility, but often a distinct possibility in these types of situations. She had done this before. Just not with her son. She pulled into the university's guest parking lot and shut off her car. She stayed for a moment with the car running, just sitting there with her eyes closed, taking deep breaths. She was forty five and still having trouble. It never got any easier for her. She passed people on the street sometimes, or saw them on television, or heard them on the radio...and she was jealous of how easy it was for them to claim what they were. They not only claimed it, but were proud of it. Even at her age, Denise can mostly be said to have come to terms with it. She had never participated in a parade or a march or anything like that. She told herself it was because she was a private person, didn't like to share too much with other people. But that wasn't the truth. The truth was that she was still a little bit ashamed. She was a part of a generation that had not accepted her, and she was still letting that define who she was. AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is a 8,000 words stand-alone story with an HEA, so no cliff-hangers! Story contains mature themes and language, and is intended for 18+ readers only.