NOTE: No offense is meant or intended to God, religion or anyone else. If you do not like reading stories that contain elements of taboo, interracial sex and adultery then please STOP reading now.
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I need you now
More than ever
I am yours
For now and forever
That is the chorus of the hit platinum single of Christian Rock's megastar Mary Margaret Hoffheimer. She's called 'eMMa' by her close friends, but to me she is mom.
When that tall and skinny naturally blond forty something woman goes on stage to perform her hit songs, the audiences are enthralled and emotional. Some love the words, some love the delivery and some think she's an angel based on her appearance.
My mother was the result of a Scandinavian man and a deeply religious southerner. She grew up near Tuscaloosa, Alabama in a very conservative farming household. Even as a child she was a musical prodigy, giving regular musical performances in church from when she was five.
As it commonly is with conservative people, mom married young. She was barely eighteen when she married twenty year old Milt Hoffheimer, son of a wealthy car dealer. Talent weds Money. Mom's career took off. Multiple awards, record-breaking albums, sponsorships and all.
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My father was in the running for county representative. As a conservative, he had to make political statements that struck a note with the conservatives. And he took it to a whole new level of stupidity when he proclaimed that "Christian Rap is an abomination" and had no place in society. It was a dig at his opponent. His opponent had recently been endorsed by a young twenty something superstar of Christian Rap, Jerome 'JJ' James.
Dad won the election anyway, in a district that is not only super conservative but also super racially divided.
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Dad's comment on JJ was forgotten, but once again hit the limelight when one of his songs and mom's songs were co-awarded as the best song of the year. JJ brought up this issue on the stage by refusing to share the award with the wife of the man who thought his music and love to God was an abomination. The press caught on and there the issue became big.
At home, mom fought with dad to publicly apologize to JJ. Dad wouldn't budge.
"Apologize? Emma, have you thought of the consequences? I'll lose the next election. Hell, I won't even make it past the primaries if I do that."
"Are elections and power all you need? What happened to being a good man. A good Christian? For the love of good, apologize! Please."
"Don't tell me what to do, woman. Don't you dare tell me how to lead my life."
And dad stormed out. He was going to be out in Washington D.C for a week.
Mom cried. She wailed.
I didn't want to be around, so I told mom I'm going to be gone for the weekend on a planned fishing trip.
"Randy, can you tell me what I can do?"
"Well, mom. Why don't you call and apologize to JJ? Maybe think of making a song together or something. You know dad is pigheaded, right?"
"Oh honey, why didn't I think about it. I'll talk to him right away. You're right. We should make a song together too, perhaps. I'll contact him right away, but I don't know his number. It's a good thing we share an agency, they'll help me out here."
"Good luck mom. See ya."
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The car we were supposed to take for the fishing trip broke down just out of town. Irritated and tired, and with no energy to continue we all abandoned the idea of the trip and went our ways home.
I got home, but mom wasn't around. I didn't think much of it and went to bed.
It wasn't until around midnight when I was woken up by a car pulling into our driveway. It had loud rap music with heavy beats playing, which was highly unusual in this household. With sleepy eyes I peeked out and saw that it was a black colored Cadillac Escalade with huge chrome rims. That wasn't my mom's car!
The car shut down and the passenger side door opened, and my mom hopped out. She was laughing and smiling as she put picked up her handbag and started walking over to the driver's side. The driver's side of the door opened, and out of it hopped out JJ! He was smiling as well. The young rapper was dressed in baggy pants and a lose shirt with tons of bling all over the body. It was sharp contrast to my mom who was dressed in an elegant business attire - white blouse, beige skirt and knee-high boots.
It looked like my mother had invited JJ over to the house. I found that very surprising given that she knew she was going to be alone. Perhaps that was the reason, as she thought her husband and son would never approve of a black man in the house? I didn't care, but I knew dad certainly did.
The two walked into the house and I sneaked into the dark upstairs balcony to see what the two were up to.
"So, Mrs. Hoffheimer, thank you for the apology and I'm really excited to work with you on a song combining our styles in praise of God."
"Yeah, I'm really excited too JJ. Care for some wine?"
"Sure, Mrs. Hoffheimer."
Mom brought two glasses of wine and she sat across JJ in a completely professional manner as they started discussing words for their song.
While all this looked completely innocuous, my mind was still racing with thoughts on the time at which these two were discussing this. Where had mom been for so long? Why discuss the song now when they could do it any time during daylight hours, and in an office?
It was rather boring sneaking and listening to the two talking about words and creativity and such. My mind was racing to naughty thoughts, but there was no evidence anything would happen. I mean, JJ is like my age and like a son to mom, right?
The two had downed two bottles of wine as they deeply discussed songs and how to mix their clashing styles of song delivery. Finally there was a hint that something would happen. JJ stared with lust at my mom's ass as she went to grab a third bottle of wine. He immediately realized his poor judgement and closed his eyes in prayer, perhaps as penance for this thoughts.
Mom arrived with another bottle as she saw JJ in prayer.
"JJ, is everything alright?"
"Yes. Yes. I mean, yeah," JJ said nervously.
"No it is not. I have a son your age, you know," mom giggled.
"Sorry, Mrs. Hoffheimer. I think I have to go. We can discuss tomorrow."
"No way you are driving back after so many drinks. You better call a cab. You are also welcome to sleep over in the guest room and leave in the morning."
"I must go. I can't stay," said JJ even more nervously. Now, he was trying to not even look at my mother. Clearly, he was trying to force his brain to not think of lustful thoughts on my mother.
