Author's note: Please pardon my liberal amounts of creative licence used in this story. This is because I do realize that during the 1970's eighteen year olds were fully grown men in this era. They had careers, cars, spouses and didn't often live at home by the time they reached that age. Regardless of that, I hope you enjoy the story!
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2002
Kingsport Hospital, Miskatonic County, MA
"Come closer." The frail man in the bed said. "I won't bite."
Darterrius couldn't believe that this man in the hospital bed was forty-three years old... he looked closer to ninety! He pulled his chair so he could hear the man's weak whispers.
"I'm looking for a man named Cassio?" Darterrius asked in a deep voice.
"That's a name I haven't heard in a very long time." The frail man replied softly.
"I'm hoping he might help me find this woman, and maybe the young man in this photo." Darterrius held up a faded photo with a shaky hand.
The man in the bed took the photo and stared at it for a long time, it was as if he wanted to cry, but he had no tears left in him to shed.
"What can you tell me about her?" Darterrius pleaded.
The frail weak man in the hospital bed spoke slowly as he told his tale. Listening carefully Darterrius felt like he was there.
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1976
Martin's Beach, Miskatonic County, MA
"Hello Susanne!" Mary said signing the guest registry.
"Hello to you; and Scotty, my how you've grown!" The elderly Susanne replied.
Scotty was very shy eighteen year old with brown eyes and sandy blonde hair. Mary his mother, who wasn't his birth mother was married his father back when he was very young. She was now a forty-one year old widow; her husband, Scotty's father having passed away two years before.
The petite porcelain skinned woman Scotty called mother could best be described as independent, proud and very lonely. They had been coming to this little resort for many years for the month of July.
"Curtis!" Called Susanne loudly, "Come take these bags!"
In a moment a large black man appeared, he was six-foot two, and 200 lbs. His skin was the colour of midnight, and he had the widest flattest nose that Scotty had ever seen. His jaw dropped while he stared, he just assumed that this man Curtis with all his muscles should be a policeman, a soldier or a even a hitman!
"Yes ma'am." Curtis said picking up the bags. "If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your cottage."
Scotty listened intently as his mother spoke short curt sentences to the giant man. She stood five-foot three, and at his best guess he assumed the auburn hair woman weighed 135 lbs. It wasn't the words she used to Curtis that bothered him, but how she said them, it was like she was speaking to a horse, and she didn't like horses.
"Miss Mary." Curtis said setting the bags down. "There's some problems with this cottage, the TV don't work none, and the fridge has some troubles."
Mary nodded coolly at this, arms crossed over her chest, and foot tapping.
"I'm going into Arkham this morning, but I'll be by after lunch to fix the TV, and the fridge later tomorrow." Curtis said before leaving.
"Mother." Scotty said, "I don't like how you spoke to that man."
"What ever are you talking about dear?" Mary replied as she fixed her auburn hair in the mirror.
"You were cold with him, and that's just rude!" Scotty said.
"I hadn't realized that I was." She said.
"Mom, he must think we are Democrats!" Scotty stated picking up his fishing rod.
Mary stood in shocked silence as Scotty stormed off towards the Miskatonic River to find his fishing buddy.
Later that day Scotty and his friend returned to the cottage, they heard talking, and being curious they listened from outside the open door. What they heard was startling for young Scotty, it was his mother's laughter, and the deep voice of Curtis telling stories. He hadn't heard her laugh like that since... well since his father lived.
Scotty's friend elbowed him, and when he looked over he was thrusting his hips and moaning loudly. The two boys giggled softly.
"Who's there?" Mary asked as she came out with Curtis in tow.
The boys tried to hold in the giggles whilst she gave them a stern look. Curtis seemed embarrassed and unsure what to say before excusing himself, he however remained standing there as if he were waiting for something. Mary went back inside the cottage saying that Scotty needed to get ready for dinner.
Scotty noticed Curtis' eyes, then followed them to see what he was looking at, it was his mother's round rear as she walked away. Scotty felt confused, he hadn't thought of her as a sex object until that moment. He was quickly embarrassed himself as he felt his penis growing as he watched her sway her hips.
"Your mom is a real Desdemona!" Scotty's friend said.
"Huh?" Scotty replied, but it was too late, his friend had left.
At the dinner hall, Scotty and his mother arrived early to sit at a big table waiting for his friend and his parents to join them. Sitting across from Mary he noticed that she had changed and now wore a low cut dress, and her hair was done up. Seeing that they were alone, Scotty took this moment to question his mother.
"What was Curtis doing in our cottage?" He demanded staring deep into her blue eyes.
"Pardon me?" Mary replied with anger in her face.
"Why was he there?" He asked again.
"He came to fix that television you stared at all afternoon!" Mary said, her face and upper chest turning red. "I also don't like your tone of voice, or what you're insinuating!"
Scotty missed her words, he finally noticed the curves of her breasts, they looked like two healthy scoops of vanilla ice cream. He felt that stirring in his loins again as his penis grew, he was very thankful that the table cloth was so very long!
He wanted to ask her about all the laughing he heard earlier when he friend showed up. Mary was all smiles, but every time she looked at Scotty she shot him daggers with her eyes.
Scotty saw Curtis at a table by himself and feeling bad about his argument with his mother, he invited the reluctant black man to sit beside him and join everyone. Mary smiled at him for his kind gesture, it warmed him like warm beer on a cold Boston morning; when his cock grew, he didn't feel embarrassed this time, he rather embraced it, and smiled broadly.
"Ow!" Scotty cried out when he felt a foot hit him between his legs.
"What's wrong?" His friend asked looking at him queerly.
"You kicked me!" He said with anger.
"I did not!" His friend replied.
Scotty took a breath to argue the point when he heard Curtis clear his throat. He looked at the midnight black man next to him, he looked like... well Scotty couldn't think of a word, Curtis' eyes were half shut and he had a dumb smile. Scotty then looked at his mother, who was slouched in her seat with a mischievous grin. When she saw him staring at her she went red in the face and upper chest as she sat up straight.
Thoroughly confused Scotty watched both his mother and Curtis intensely. The dark skin man told some incredible tales about his time with the American Marines in Vietnam, everyone hung on his every word.
When dinner ended, everyone made their way towards the dancehall. Curtis excused himself, and left headed towards the bathroom. Scotty and his pal stayed for a while, but quickly found themselves bored with all the 'old people music'. When no one was looking they went to raid the bar for a drink.
Later when they found some bottles, they both separately told their folks they'd be sleeping at the other boys place. They planned on drinking until morning when they could start fishing.
"What's a Desdemona?" Scotty asked was placing beer bottles in his tackle box.
