Here's another story for you guys that's been bouncing around inside my head for a while. Hope you enjoy. All characters are over the age of eighteen.
Hi, my names Richard Williams, Rich to my friends. I live in southern California with my mom Stacy. My dad died when I was too young to remember. The accident that killed my dad, while tragic, was made less so by the size of the settlement his company paid my mom. Because of this, she never had to work again, and we also got to live in a very nice neighborhood. I had a pretty normal childhood. Everything went along pretty much par for the course until I turned twelve. That's when Steven Daniels and his family moved in down the street. The first day of school that year I saw him reading an issue of The Amazing Spider-Man and we bonded instantly. We were both uber dorks and still are to this day. We also played sports and got into trouble like all teenagers do, but we were pretty good kids all things considered.
So anyway, I'm sitting in my room right now, it's about two in the morning and I really can't believe what I've just seen. It boggles my mind. The funny thing is that I'm partly responsible for what happened. Yes I'm going to explain what happened, but first you'll need some details. As I said, I live with my mom Stacy. She's thirty-seven years old, with shoulder length red hair and still turns heads when she enters a room. She's about 5'6 and 125 lbs. Not overly blessed in the chest but respectable. Even though she has red hair there's not a freckle to be found, and thanks to the rigorous workouts she puts herself through, she's built like you wouldn't believe. Now remember my friend Steven? He absolutely loves my mom. He told me the first time he saw her he fell in love. Most of the time I just laughed it off because I'd also heard a couple of my friends talk about my mom that way. It was nothing new.
The summer after me and Steven turned eighteen we were playing basketball and talking trash like we always did. We started calling each other bitches and then saying that the other couldn't get any pussy. Now, neither Steven nor I did very well in the chick category but we'd been laid a few times during high school. Anyway, the trash talk got more and more heated and it ended up with Steven saying he could score with any chick I knew. After he made a few jump shots on me I said he was full of shit, so he bet me a thousand dollars he could. Now I don't know whether it was the anger over losing or what that made me bet him, but I could really use the extra cash. The only thing was, I really didn't know any girls that I could ironclad swear Steven couldn't score with. Then it hit me. I don't know why those particular neurons fired that day, or why the hell I even considered it, but I opened my big mouth.
"Hey man, I know a girl who you've liked forever you wouldn't stand a chance with." I teased him.
"Shit, just say the name and she's all mine." Steven replied.
"Stacy." I said calmly.
"Stacy who?" Steven asked with a funny look on his face.
"Stacy Williams, dumbass, also known as my mom." I laughed.
At this point I fully expected Steven to just laugh it off and curse me in defeat but the son of a bitch did the last thing I thought he would, he called my bluff.
"Alright man, by next weekend I'm gonna be your new daddy, and you're ass is gonna owe me ten Benjamins." Steven said cockily.
Knowing that I had a lock on winning this little bet I looked Steven in the eyes and shook his hand. He told me that I couldn't do anything to sabotage him or the bet was off. Also, I had to do what he said while he was around my mom. I told him that I wouldn't do anything unfair; besides, I knew full well he didn't stand a chance with my mom. I told Steven that I would need proof of the act. A picture or video, his word would not be enough. After talking it over while we cooled down Steven said that he'd start tomorrow (Saturday). I just laughed and told him I'd see him then. After that I walked home.
(Saturday)
The next morning I was awoken by the sound of people talking loudly. After clearing the cobwebs I realized that the sound was coming from downstairs. I slowly crept down the stairs and peeked into the living room. My mom was sitting on the couch watching T.V. and Steven was sitting right next to her. They were both laughing at what was on the television and carrying on like two morons. I laughed and thought to myself that Steven doesn't waste any time. Thinking nothing of it I walked back upstairs and got into the shower. As I rinsed I wondered how Steven was going to go about trying to sleep with my mom. He was always pretty flirty with her and I once heard mom talking to Steven's mom about how cute he was, but to actually make a move on her was something I couldn't fathom. When I was finished with my shower I walked back downstairs to find Steven had already gone.
"Hey mom, anything I miss?" I asked.
"Nothing at all sweetie, it's about time you woke up though. You're gonna waste the whole day." She said.
I thought it was kind of strange for her not to mention that Steven had come over but what the hell, he was over all the time, nothing strange about that. I grabbed a quick breakfast and then got hard at work wasting the rest of my Saturday. About three o'clock mom left for her usual run so I took the time to pop in a movie. Mom was usually gone a couple hours so I had some time to kill before dinner. About an hour and a half later I heard my mom laughing. I got up quickly and looked out the peep hole on our front door. Mom was standing on the front steps with Steven. They were both covered in sweat, but Steven looked like he was going to pass out.
"That son of a bitch." I laughed.
Steven had gone on one of my mom's runs. Now my mom exercises like a machine and I know Steven's not in as good as shape as she is so it really must've taken it out of him. I looked on as they chatted. Mom laughed at what Steven was saying and she even twirled her hair around her finger. It was nothing new I thought, she'd known Steven since we were kids. Steven took a drink from a bottle of water and then offered my mom some. I chuckled knowing that she would refuse. She's kind of a germafobe and won't even drink after me. As I watched, mom took the bottle from Steven and slowly brought it to her lips. She smiled and took three or four big gulps before handing it back to my friend. Steven continued to talk as mom wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. I couldn't believe it. Before I had time to contemplate what I'd seen mom turned toward the house so I bolted for the couch.
"Hey, how was your run?" I asked as mom came through the living room.
"Same old same old." She said walking upstairs.
That was the second time that she'd neglected to mention to me that she'd seen Steven. The logical side of my brain knew there was no way Steven was making any headway in our bet. The paranoid side however, was starting to wonder. Never the less, I would have to keep a closer eye on my mom than I thought.
Later that night I noticed that even though it was about seven o'clock my mom was still upstairs. She usually had dinner ready by now. When mom finally came down the stairs her attire caused me to do a double take. She was wearing a bright yellow sun dress with shoulder straps and matching high heels. Not that it was overly inappropriate or anything but it was very short. It only came down her thighs about half way. Her hair was also done up fancily on the top of her head. Like I said, nothing inappropriate, but a bit more dressed up than she usually was for dinner.
"What's the special occasion?" I asked.
"Oh nothing honey. I just felt like dressing up, that's all." She replied.
She walked into the kitchen and I began to hear pots and pans clanging. At least she was finally starting to make dinner. After about thirty minutes mom came into the living room and sat down on the couch beside me. I couldn't help but notice her legs as she sat. I've never thought of my mom in a sexual way, but I'll be the first to admit that she is a very attractive woman.
"Dinner about ready?" I asked.
"Yeah, just about. Hey, I forgot to tell you. Steven's coming over." She said nonchalantly.
"Oh really?" I asked.
"Yeah, I told him that it was fine. It's been a while since I've cooked for you two." Mom smiled.
I just rolled my eyes and marveled at Steven's persistence. Mom and I sat on the couch for a while until I heard a knock at the door. I went to get up but mom darted by me quickly.
"Hey there pretty lady." Steven said.
