This is a little different from my earlier stories. It's a lot shorter and more to the point. There will be at least one more chapter. Thanks for all the emails. They always help inspire me to write more. Enjoy.
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William Rowland, or Will to his friends, has a problem. He just turned 18 and he doesn't have a car. In fact, he has no hope of getting a car in the next couple years. Although the prospect of going through college without wheels torments his every waking thought Will doesn't complain around his mom. Will's father died almost a year to the day after he was born and ever since it's been just him and his mom Rachel. They don't have much money at all because theirs is a single parent household but they make due. They live in a slightly affluent neighborhood just so Will could attend a decent school. But this means that there's always a shortage of money, so a car is definitely out of the equation.
"Oh well, it's not the end of the world I guess." Will thought to himself as he moved around the house on a perfectly sunny Saturday afternoon. Will grabbed the overflowing garbage bag from the kitchen and walked outside to the back yard where they kept the bigger garbage cans. He rolled his eyes as he saw all of his neighbors lined up at the fence. "Hey Will, how's your mother?" One of the neighbors shouted from across the fence. "She's fine Mr. Anderson; I think she's going to do a little work in her garden today." Will answered, and then he turned and walked back into the house. You see, Will lived in a large suburb where the houses were pretty close to each other. His back yard was adjacent to three others. He knew all too well why the neighbors, all men mind you, were standing around the fence line. You see Will's mother Rachel is, for lack of a better term, a complete and utter MILF.
She had Will right after her 18th birthday and 18 years later she's definitely the talk of the town, well, the town men anyway. Rachel is half Cherokee, so her skin and hair are pretty dark, but she has the features of her mother, a Swedish bikini model. That last part isn't a joke either; her mother was really a bikini model from Sweden. Long legs, C-cup breasts, full pouty lips, and a flawless complexion were her standard equipment. Rachel's father was a pretty well connected casino owner in Las Vegas. Her mother met him there while she was on tour with the bikini team. For most of her life Rachel grew up in Vegas. When she was barely 15 she was already a dancer in one of the shows at her father's casino. That's where she met Will's father, a very cute and very poor delivery driver. Rachel's father was a very proud man and to have his daughter dating a poor man was unacceptable. He pretty much disowned her on the spot. Rachel didn't care, she was in love and that's all that mattered. Even after Will's father died Rachel never regretted leaving Vegas and her family. She had her son and that's all she needed.
Will knew that all the men were waiting for his mom to come out of the house and work in her garden like she does almost every Saturday. If they got lucky they might catch a glimpse of Rachel's panties when she bent over. He didn't mind the attention his mother got that much, the only time it really annoyed him is when his friends joined in. Rachel was the frequent winner of his friend's "Boner of the Month" award. It seemed that he was the only one who wasn't affected by his mom's great looks. This was most likely due to the fact that ever since he could remember his mother was never shy around him. It was nothing for her to walk around half naked. Will just chalked it up to the fact that she used to be a showgirl.
Upstairs in her bedroom Rachel Rowland had just gotten out of the shower and was digging through her closet looking for a sundress so she could work in the back yard. She knew that while she worked she would be eyeballed by every neighbor she had but she didn't mind. She used to be a showgirl after all. Ever since her husband died all those years ago she hadn't dated or tried to remarry. She had a couple of one night stands throughout the years but she didn't want any distractions from her main responsibility, providing for her son. A couple months away from her 36th birthday and she could put most models to shame. This was a fact that she sometimes regretfully used to her advantage. She got her job as a secretary at a big law firm by showing up at her interview in less than modest clothing. But to her, it was for the good of her family and that's all that mattered.
"Hmmm...at least all those squats and sit-ups aren't worthless." Rachel said to herself as she looked herself over in the mirror. She was so absorbed in her reflection that she didn't hear her son walk by her room.
"JESUS MOM!!!" Will hollered almost giving Rachel a heart attack. Rachel was completely naked standing by her closet with her bedroom door wide open. "Would it kill you to close the door sometimes?" Will asked looking to the side.
"Oh I'm so sorry baby." Rachel said as she walked over to her son. She reached out and hugged her son tightly smiling at him.
"MOM!!! PLEASE! Get some clothes on." Will said annoyed at his mother's indiscretion.
"Sure thing silly." Rachel said laughing. She loved messing with her son. His face would get so beet red that she almost cried from laughing at him. Rachel had never been shy around her son. It came from her upbringing in Vegas. Her mother walked around practically naked and even as a young girl Rachel was never shy about her body. She was known to walk around the house in a tank top and panties when it was just the two of them. If Will's friends were over she would dress more appropriately, not for her own modesty, but to keep Will's face from reddening.Rachel closed her bedroom door and proceeded to put on a pair of panties and her sun dress. After tying her hair back she walked downstairs to fix herself a glass of lemonade. As she enjoyed her drink she overheard her son talking on the phone in the living room.
"Really? Man I would kill for that!" Will screamed into the phone.
The tone of his voice let Rachel know he was very excited. It's the same tone he gets around Christmas time. As she sipped her lemonade Rachel daydreamed and continued eavesdropping on her son's conversation. After a few minutes Will's excitement faded drastically. He was now very quiet and subdued.
"Yeah man, I know how it is. Well I guess I'll talk to you later." And with that Will hung up the phone and plopped down on the couch. Rachel walked into the living room and noticed that Will looked very sad.
"What's wrong baby?" Rachel asked sitting down next to her son.
"Oh nothing, it's no big deal." Will said turning on the television.
"Well it doesn't sound like nothing." Rachel said running her fingers through Will's hair.
"Well it's just that David got a brand new car from his dad. He's going to sell his old Mustang for really cheap. I would LOVE to have that car, I've always loved it. The thing is, there's no way I can afford it."
Rachel looked down at the ground trying to think of what to say next. She knew her son desperately wanted a car. She didn't blame him a bit; all young men should have a car. He was a good kid, he did well in school and he deserved a car. The only problem was that Rachel also knew that they didn't have any financial breathing room at all. Squeezing out enough for a car, even an older one, was impossible. "Oh honey, I know you want a car really bad. If there was any way to help, you know I would do it in a heartbeat."
