The Wilson's residence was a little ahead; a large, lime-green, cape Cod house. Jimmy's dad, Stan was mowing the lawn as was his usual at this time.
"Hey, Jimmy give your old man a hand here will ya and grab those spray nozzles from the shed."
After going round the house to pick up the sprinklers for dad, Jimmy found his sister Jennifer applying lipstick in front of the hallway mirror.
"Can't talk now mom, I'm already late. Love you!" She called back, brushing past Jimmy.
"Heya Jim. How was your day?" She asked. "Actually, know what.. don't answer that. We'll talk during dinner."
"What's all the hurry?"
" It's my audition!" She said breathlessly, and continued without waiting for an answer, "I know right, I'm so excited!"
She flung out the front door slamming it behind her.
Jimmy peered into the kitchen, to see his mom frying something that tingled his olfactory receptors immensely.
"Barbecue ribs, today!" She said delightedly, walking towards Jimmy to give him a hug. "How was school sweetie?"
"Ah, you know, the usual." He said.
His mouth was watering already. Come to think of it, he was hungry. Positively starving in fact, considering that his lunch money was taken by that motherfucker, Donovan. Donovan was one of Kyle's lot.
"Well, why don't you freshen up Jimmy and I'll lay the table. You look tired." Mrs. Wilson said sweetly.
Janet Wilson was in every way, the quintessential American mom.
A headstrong, loveable woman who seemed to effortlessly assuage the concept of 'beauty with brains' ; Janet was immersed heavily within the 'family first, work next' ideology.
And for that, she closely fitted along the lines of the model wife. With a Bachelorette in math and IT, and a Master's in data computing, Janet had worked her way up the ladder in the lucrative field of data analysts at a reputed firm. Which also meant that she was a busy woman. However, she always managed to take out time for her kids and husband, whom she cherished dearly.
That being said, Janet was a fine woman... a very fine woman indeed. Despite being a little over 5' 4" (and a little too sonsy for her own good), she was certainly a looker.
At 43 and with two grown children, Janet was blessed with quite an appealing proportion. Almost a 'Rubenesque' body, as her gynaecologist had expressed.
With a graceful (and rather excessively) curved physique, wide waist and thick thighs, alternating with a comparatively slimmer torso, Janet would pass successfully against a working definition of the term "neighborhood MILF" in a Pictionary (if ever Pictionary's had that sort of stuff, anyway).
In fact, had Mrs. Wilson ever bothered to open her now defunct Facebook account, she'd find at least 40 friend requests from teenage boys to even 20 - something year olds within the locale -- boys who'd ditched the likes of Ella Knox and Darla Crane for a taste of jerking off over Mrs. Wilson's uploads from her Costa Rican family vacation. Not that anyone would blame them.
Her voluptuous body wasn't the only source of well-hidden jealousy amongst other mother's of their social circle anyway. Janet had grown chubby over the years. But then again, chubby in the right places, garnering herself a luxuriant, well- bosomed figure. Besides, she had a rather sweet, motherly face which concealed an odd sort of attractiveness in itself.
"Twenty years on, and her ass is exactly in the place it was back in Uni!" Her friends would dote.
It wasn't entirely true however, considering that her ass had actually increased a lot in size.
So much that her body oozed of fertility every time she walked. In fact, Mrs. Wilson's body was so curvaceous it seemed as though she'd get pregnant by just laying eyes on Stan's penis. (And that's saying a lot, considering Stan's..... well... Stan's a good father anyway).
Her gorgeously sweet facial features were further enhanced by her prim and well-kempt hair, the colour of rich, dark chocolate with plenty of volume and shine; the archetype 'Washington anchor-woman' hairstyle. Curled elegantly just over the shoulders. It was long enough to be sexy, but short enough to exemplify that she was probably smarter than you.
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"Why sweetie, what's the matter?" Cooed Janet, as she surveyed Jimmy closely. He was sitting awfully quiet today, (as he did most other days, she thought). But today, he seemed a little different.
"Sweetie, is something bothering you?" She repeated when he gave no answer. " 'cause if something is, you tell me about it. Okay?"
Jimmy gave no hint of responding, munching away the delicious meal his mom had cooked him in silence.
Mrs. Wilson walked towards the dining table, slowly taking off her apron and tenderly placed a hand on her son's shoulder.
"Jimmy... ," She said softly. "I'm your mother. And there's nothing that a son should keep away from their mom, isn't that right?" She pulled him close into a warm hug, stroking his hair.
"Mommy'll sort it out, sweetie. You just tell me what's bothering you,"
Jimmy hugged her back. He'd promised himself he wouldn't make such a huge deal of his bullying problem.
He wouldn't want his folks to worry unnecessarily over something as petty as not getting along well as school.
Janet continued to stroke her son's hair,
"How did you find the ribs, Jim? Thought I'd try making something new today!" She smiled, but not before something struck her, and her eyes widened.
"Jimmy, is it that Kyle again?" She said, suddenly looking at Jimmy intently. "Is it that Denver boy who's bullying you?"
