Note: I'd like to thank ashpuppy for editing my story this time around. I'm very pleased with the results of his hard work. I'm confident that this will be the last time I'll have to resubmit this particular chapter. Enjoy the story.
- Wyldnight
A heavy rain pounded on the roof as we sat in the living room. I was seated on the couch and my mother was sitting on the floor between my feet. The soft music playing in the background was somewhat uplifting on this otherwise dreary day. I ran my fingers through her hair soothingly while we both attempted to relax.
My mother's name is Sally. She's forty-five years old with short, sandy-blonde hair and alluring brown eyes. She's one of the most intelligent women I've ever met, as well as one of the most beautiful. I'm not just saying that because I'm her son, either. I couldn't begin to count the number of heads she's turned over the years. Despite her age, she's still in great shape. She looks at least ten years younger than she actually is.
My name is James, otherwise known as Jimmy. I'm eighteen years old, having just graduated from high school, with the same sandy-blonde hair as my mother and the same brown eyes. People always told me that I favored my father in the looks department, but I never really saw the resemblance. I thought I looked more like my mother.
Speaking of my parents, their divorce had just recently been finalized. My mother and I had just finished moving our things into the new house. We had decided that we needed to get as far away from dad as we could. So we used the money she'd gotten from the settlement to buy a house in another state. My dad, Dr. Jim Lang, is one of the best heart surgeons in the United States, with a salary to match.
So, obviously, the settlement my mother got from him was more than enough for us to live on for quite a while. Mother was even able to do what she'd always dreamed of doing since she was a kid. She loves animals and she'd always dreamed of owning her own farm. With the money she'd received, she'd bought a piece of farmland just outside of the town we'd decided to move to. The huge barn had seen better days, but that could be fixed with a little hard work. The house was my favorite part of the whole package, though.
I don't know much about houses, so I couldn't begin to guess what style it was. It had three floors, a huge porch that wrapped all the way around the house, an enormous basement, and a very spacious two-car garage. The garage seemed to be a recent addition because I could tell that the house had been around for about one hundred years. The house was completely white, except for the black shutters and roof.
The people who sold the farm to us didn't throw in any animals to go with it, so my mother had to do a lot of calling around to find someone who'd sell us what we needed. That meant that it was up to me to make sure the house was cleaned, all the boxes were unpacked, and everything was put away. I even had to fix dinner for the first week or so that we were here because she spent most of her time out of the house.
She'd already found a really good job working as an assistant at the local doctor's office. My mother had been a registered nurse at the hospital my dad worked at before the divorce. That's where she'd first met and fallen in love with my dad all those years ago. I came along almost two years from the day they'd gotten married. They'd seemed so happy when I was growing up.
But that was before she'd found out that dad had been cheating on her for years. He'd slept with every young nurse at that hospital who'd fallen for his sweet talk. It seemed to be a sport for him. The moment he learned there would be a new nurse coming to work there, he'd do everything in his power to seduce them.
You'd think he would've slipped up at some point. You know, accidentally called out the wrong name during sex or forgot that he had some woman's lipstick on his collar. He was very careful, though, not to leave any signs of his misdeeds where my mother could find them.
However, he didn't count on his latest conquest having a big mouth. The stupid bitch actually bragged about fucking my dad in front of his wife. It was as if she'd thought my mom would just take her abuse without retaliation. Well, that was the last thing she bragged about for quite a while. The moment the words were out of her mouth, mom knocked her out with a wicked right cross. From what I heard mom tell her sister, the woman ended up with a broken jaw and she'd had to eat through a straw for several months after that event.
My mom is one lady that you should never make mad at you. She may not look very strong, but I've seen her knock even my dad on his ass after he'd pissed her off. Dad isn't a small man, by any means. He stands 6' 4" and is very solidly built. My dad loves to work out and his body is a living testament to that fact. He even had a personal gym built in his basement so he wouldn't have to drive to the one in town every time he wanted to work out.
But that's all behind us now. We're far away from him and I hope we never see or hear from him again. I could never understand why he'd felt the need to cheat on mom. I mean, my mother is one of the most ravishing creatures I've ever laid my eyes on. She's 5' 8", weighs 135 lbs., and she has an amazing pair of breasts. They're roughly the size of oranges, which is just the perfect size, in my opinion. She has curves in all the right places and her body has only recently started to show signs of sagging.
At forty-five years old, she has the kind of body that most women would die to have. If I'd been dad, I'd have stayed home as much as possible. I would've fucked my mom every chance I got. I'd have treated her like a queen and I would've shown her just how sexy I really think she is.
In fact, if I wasn't her eighteen-year-old son, I'd show her all the things I'd love to do to her. She'd never want for anything as long as I lived. I'd do my best to keep her completely satisfied in all ways. I'd fulfill all of her sexual fantasies and I'd be the most loving partner she's ever had. She'd never think of my dad or what he did to her ever again.
"Baby?" A sweet, soft voice said. "Could you get me some more wine? My glass is empty."
I came out of my reverie to look down at the lovely creature sitting between my feet. Her head was tilted back so she could gaze up at her only child. I leaned down to press a loving kiss to her nose, which drew a pleased giggle from her kissable lips.
"Of course, my queen." I playfully replied. "I'd be more than happy to serve your every need."
I accepted the wineglass from her and stood up to head into the kitchen. I had to laugh when I felt her hand connect with my backside in a similarly playful manner. I figured it was for my smart aleck remark, so I accepted it without complaint. That was the sort of relationship I'd always had with my mom. We've been really close for as long as I can remember, even before the troubles with her marriage had begun. I know it might sound strange, but I considered her to be one of my best friends.
When I returned, she was curled up on the couch with her feet tucked under her. I handed her the refilled glass, and then settled back into my spot right beside her. She immediately leaned against me. I wrapped an arm around her waist as she laid her head on my shoulder. After a few moments of silence, her lovely voice floated up to my ears again.
"I really appreciate that you've decided to stay with me for another year before going off to college." She said. "I don't think I could handle living in this big house all by myself. At least, I don't think I could just yet."
