Chris' mother had known Jennifer since long before he was born. The story was they'd been assigned together as roommates their first semester as college freshmen. Instead of it being the typically awkward forced friendship that lasts barely half a semester before both roommates start getting on each others nerves, Jennifer and Chris' mother, Courtney, found they had a great deal in common and became life long friends. Courtney had met Chris' father in college and ended up conceiving him about two months before she graduated. She and his father didn't last and she ended up raising him with the help of her parents. Now at 43 his mother had seen her 21 year old son graduate, not from college, but from culinary school, and start to make a life of his own. Chris loved food, loved to cook, and found out very quickly that he could make money doing it. Besides, look at all the shows on Food Network, chefs are now the new rock stars.
Once he'd finished school he had moved back home from the dorm at the school. Since he grew up by the Jersey Shore, he knew he could find a job at one of the many restaurants that dot this area of the state. It wouldn't be like starting out in a four star restaurant in Manhattan, but it would get his feet wet and start putting some zeroes into his bank account, which is really what he needed at the moment. When he came home he was greeted by his mother, who, after helping him unpack his car and a great home cooked meal that she had waiting for him, she had some surprising and interesting news for him.
"Sweetie, come sit down with me I need to talk to you about something," she said sitting at the kitchen table.
Courtney was a tiny little thing, Italian, with long wavy black hair. Chris had seen pictures of her when she was in college and he had to admit, she would definitely have qualified as a hottie among his friend's standards. Even at 43 she was still a good looking woman, she took care of herself and kept up with fashion, but had the sense to dress her age and still turn the heads of men both her own age and a bit younger when she was shopping. But, having grown up with her and being that she was in her mid-forties, to Chris, she was just Mom.
He sat across the table from her, the look she wore was something between hesitant and worried. "Do you remember my friend, Jennifer?"
"Yeah, I remember her. Redhead, married rich, lives out by Princeton," he said.
"Right. Well, she isn't doing so well, right now. In fact she's doing horribly. Seems her husband is leaving her," she said.
"No way? A younger woman?" he said.
"No, prison!"
"What!? How come?"
"Well, seems he was convicted of fraud and for conducting a Ponzi scheme. All of their assets have been frozen and she has no where to go," she said.
"Holy shit!" Chris said.
"Language, young man. But, yeah, holy shit," she said. If ever there was a "holy shit" moment, this definitely qualified.
"So, what's she going to do?" Chris pretty much knew the answer to this before he finished the question.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Most of her "friends" won't even talk to her now that she lost her money. She's divorcing her husband, which actually is moving along pretty quickly since they really have nothing to split. She has no place to go and I wanted to know if you'd be alright if...' she trailed off.
"You wanted to know if I'd be cool if she stayed with us for a little while," he said.
"Yes. So... would you mind?"
"Yeah, I suppose. I mean it's your house. I'm probably not going to be here for long, anyway. As soon as I find a job in a restaurant I'm going to start looking for my own place."
"Oh," she said. That caught her off guard. "So quickly? Alright, well, you are a grown man." Chris could hear a little sadness in her voice. "But, you aren't bothered if Jennifer moves in here for a little while?"
"No, its fine."
Courtney smiled and gave her son a big, thankful hug.
Two days later a white Mercedes pulled up in front of the house and out stepped a stunning red head with an hourglass figure in hip hugger jeans, calf high Pam Grier boots, and a white silk blouse. Her hair, make-up, basically her whole style looked professionally done. She basically looked like she cost about as much as a month's tips Chris made in the bar he worked in during school. She popped the trunk of her car and pulled out a large suitcase with both hands. It must have weighed a ton because once she cleared the lip of the trunk it dropped from her hands to the street with a loud ku-klunk. She clenched her hands into fists and kicked the suitcase, hard, than stumbled back.
'Oh, that one hurt,'
Chris thought as he watched from the living room window as she limped around in pain than sit down on the curb. He watched as her head sunk into her hands and than her shoulders began to shudder. She was crying. He'd better get outside and help her with her stuff. If his mom saw him just letting her sit out there she'd kick his ass.
Chris stepped over to the trunk of Jennifer's car and gently cleared his throat. He was hoping not to frighten her, but that was in vain as she jumped at the sound.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," Chris said. I just thought you might need a little help with your things."
"Who... Who're you?" the upset woman said staring at him apprehensively.
"Oh, I'm Chris, Courtney's son," he said. He extended his hand to her and helped her back to her feet. "I guess I should have said that first, instead of letting you think some stranger was approaching you. Are you okay?" Chris had to fight to keep his eyes from falling out of his head. Even with tears in her eyes this woman was the definition of gorgeous. Her hair was so thick and just perfectly framed her face. Her white blouse was doing little to hide the two massive tits that hid underneath. He had no idea what size they were, but they were well over a handful. His friends used to say, anything over a handful and you're risking a sprained thumb. Chris' answer was, get stronger hands.
Jennifer took a deep breath and wiped her eyes with her fingertips. "Yes... well, no, not really. It's just been a bad couple of months and... those two stupid bags were all I could get to stuff as many clothes as I could find into before the people from the bank came and locked up everything, and when the handle broke, it was kind of the last straw, and I really don't know why I'm telling all this to my girlfriend's kid." Jennifer sighed again. "Sorry, I must be making you feel very uncomfortable."
"No, no, I'm fine," Chris said. What he was really thinking was,
'Okay, this chick needs a drink or some weed.'
"Well, you're here now. Why don't you head on inside, I've got the bags. Mom's probably waiting for you," Chris said.
