I drove through the sun drenched tree lined suburban streets thinking how strange it was to be back here again after all these years. I drove past the high school I had graduated from and the memories came flooding back. All of that time wasted. The teachers that thought they were the closest thing to God since they were adults and we were kids. It all left a sour taste in my mouth.
I kept driving until the houses started to thin out. I had timed my visit to ensure that the least amount of people were around. Most of the rich ones were off in some exotic location enjoying their summer while the poor ones were busy scrounging for a living, just like I had done.
There it was at last! The dirt driveway leads up and away from the main street. The dusty path wound its way up to the country looking house that seemed to be more appropriate for a farmhouse instead of a suburban home. A slight air of dilapidation seemed to surround it. It seemed to look out on the surrounding meadows with a weariness born of its years, like it knew the best times were well behind it.
I drove up the dirt way and parked next to the house. I got out of the car and walked up to the front steps. The second one still squeaked just like it had years ago. I crossed the wood wrap around porch to the front door and knocked. There was a door bell button but I knew that it wouldn't work now any more than it had ten years ago.
The wooden door groaned as it opened. Things never change around here I thought to myself.
"Stephen!" exclaimed the women who opened the door. She hasn't change a bit either I thought. The same long brown hair with reddish highlights, the full firm breasts that filled her blouse, and the flaring womanly hips wrapped in tight denim. She still isn't wearing a bra so her thumb sized nipples and large brown areolae showed through her white cotton shirt.
"Hi mom," I said, "Can I come in?"
"Sure, sure," she replied in a tentative voice, "You're lucky Jim isn't here."
"I planned it that way," I replied, "Scott and Dave aren't here either, right?"
I knew that my "father" was away on business and that my two "brothers" were off at summer jobs. She didn't reply to me, she only shrugged her shoulders in mild assent.
She kept backing away from me like I was an intruder bent on attacking her. I crossed the distance between us quickly and grasped her waist with both hands so she would stop.
"Oh Stephen," she said in a small low voice that trailed off as she continued to say, "I'm so sorry."
She kept looking at the floor, afraid to look up at my face like a child caught in the midst of doing something wrong. I wrapped my left arm around her waist pulling her tight against my body. I used the right hand to grab her chin and tilt her face upwards so I could look straight into her eyes. Those deep brown doe eyes looked at me full of pity and embarrassment.
"There's nothing to be sorry about mom," I said, "It happened so long ago. Besides I understand it all now."
"What do you think you understand?" she said quizzically.
"I know that Jim is not my dad," I spat out.
I slipped my right hand behind her head, pulling her mouth to mine. I kissed her full on the lips, hard and passionately. I let my lips slide down to her neck and I nuzzled her neck which made her sigh ever so lightly.
"I know who is," I whispered, my lips close to her ear, "I finally figured it out."
