At 18, John had never had a father figure. His dad had left him and his mother, Jenny, years ago, but they were far from unhappy. They were like best friends. They would sit and talk things over, go for drinks together for company, play on the Xbox, and pull pranks. They pulled so many pranks on each other. It was all in fun though. It was rare to see them together and not be laughing about silly things.
It was a Saturday afternoon, the height of summer. Sunshine beamed down into the suburbs. Heat lines danced above the asphalt of the streets. There was not too much activity. John and his mother lived in a dead-end road and not many cars came down there. It was rather quiet and secluded excepted for the residents of the other houses. John sat playing on his Xbox in the living room. He had drawn one drape across the French doors which led to the garden, so as to keep the sun from blinding his view of the television.
Over the sound of gunshots and grenades from his game, he could hear his mother one door away in the kitchen rattling pots and pans as she cleaned. The house was hot, basking in the sun. A few of the windows were open, but there was no real breeze coming through. Everything was stagnant, a dog day afternoon.
John was getting his ass kicked by the game he was playing, and lost interest after a while. He leaned back into the sofa and looked through the French window not covered by the drape. Grass in the garden was burning and turning brown. He turned off his Xbox and made his way through the hallway.
"Bored!" he yelled, standing in the doorway to the kitchen. His mother was on her knees, head in a floor cupboard she was scrubbing. Below the waist she had on a light colored skirt which flowed smoothly over the curve of her butt and stopped at around her knees. She wore an old white cotton vest, marked a little from her hard work. It was obvious she wore no bra. She always said it made working a little uncomfortable, and there was no embarrassment between her and her son. No one else would see so it was fine.
"Bored!?" chuckled Jenny, climbing back out of the cupboard. She sat back on her knees, looking towards John. Her dark hair was held above her head in a band. Stray locks curled playfully down her neck.
"If you're bored you can help me clean!" she smiled.
"I'm not that bored!" John cheeked back. He leaned against the doorframe.
"Yeah! Thought not!" his mother sniggered, putting her head back into the cupboard. John walked over behind her, inspecting her work.
"You've cleaned loads. Why don't we do something? John persisted. His mother climbed back out of the cupboard, and pushed herself into her feet. Standing up she was a little shorter than her son. John was by no means tall, but he had a few inches on his mother. "What do you want to do? She asked, crossing her arms over her chest. John had always noticed his mother's ample breasts. He considered her gifted, although he had never thought of her in a sexual way. When he was younger and had friends over, they would often stare at his mother as she walked through a room. Little jiggles of her curves drove them mad. John did not like it, but could not blame them for it.
"Want to play a game?" he asked, "How about Monopoly?"
"Aren't you a bit old for that?" Jenny asked, as John shrugged. "Ok. Go set it up. I'll be in a second." John grabbed the game box and set the board up on the coffee table in the middle of the room. He sat on the sofa. Soon his mother entered and took her place on the floor the other side of the table, facing him.
They began playing, the same old boring game. They moved the pieces round the board, got some properties, and paid a few fines. Jenny sighed.
"This sucks doesn't it?" John voiced. He and his mother looked at each other for a few moments before laughing.
"It needs something new to it," suggesting Jenny. John nodded, and went to find something in the kitchen. After a few moments he returned, holding a few cans of beer in one hand, and 2 bottles of wine in the other.
"In the middle of the afternoon?" Jenny giggled. John placed them on the table along with 2 glasses.
"You don't have any plans do you?" He asked.
"Well..." she hesitated, "No I suppose." John opened a bottle of wine and began pouring generously into his mother's glass. Jenny looked a little shocked at the amount he had given her.
"From now on, you drink one glug for every $50 you get fined in the game." explained John. Jenny was not too sure what to say, but gradually gave a genuine smile.
"You're a terrible influence, young man." She jibed, picking up her near-overflowing glass in one hand and the dice in the other. John sat down, cracking open a beer. Rolling the dice, Jenny took a small sip of her wine. She moved her piece along a few spaces, landing on a $200 fine.
"Four glugs, please!" grinned John. Jenny gave him a sarcastic frown, just sore for being caught.
"Oh dear, middle of the afternoon," she sighed before drinking down her wine. She had to drink nearly the whole glass. Leaning back on her hand, her face came over all red.
"It's so hot." Jenny complained. Standing up, she pulled the other drape across the French window, blocking out the light. The room was now a dim place filled with shadows. A tall lamp provided just enough illumination to see. John noted how alluring his mother looked like this, and he was only one in the world who could see her. It was very intimate. John rolled the dice next. Before he finished moving his piece his mother laughed.
"Haha!" yelped Jenny, pointing her near empty glass at the board, "that's $300! That's most of your drink, please." John sniggered and shook his head. He gulped down his drink. This was going to be messy.
On the next go Jenny had to drink another glass, throwing a playful tantrum about how brutal the rule was. John dismissed her, joking she could not keep up with him.
"I can!" she griped, giggling, trying not to let her son see she was wound up.
"It's fine, mom," John spoke sarcastically, "you can cop-out now if you want."
"Pour my wine." Jenny was determined. John filled her glass again, and Jenny enthusiastically downed it. As she leant back, John could see her bright red cheeks, and a mild sweat she had developed around her neck and chest. They continued playing, drinking different levels of wine and beer until they neared the end of the game. By then John noticed his vision had blurred a little, but was in good shape compared to his mother. She tried leaning on her arms on the floor, but they buckled easily. Her head fell back flaccidly, eyes closed. Jenny found herself moaning softly at her dizziness, but kept smiling. She was sincerely happy. She was drunk.
"Stop now, lightweight?" John teased. Jenny's head snapped forwards, pointing a finger with it.
"No!" she snapped.
"I'm over here, mom." sighed John. His mother had pointed and shouted at the wrong end of the sofa. She unsteadily moved her arm to correct her mistake, making John burst out laughing. Jenny clumsily pushed herself off the floor and found the stability in the legs to stand upright. John got on his feet and held the tops of her arms.
"Ok?" he asked.
"Just floating to the bathroom!" his mother laughed. John led her out to the hallway and allowed her to go into the bathroom. He returned to the living room, walking to the drapes and peered out. The sun still beat down heavily. His eyes soon got sore from the light, so returned the room to its dim musk.
After a minute his mother returned, flopping into the room. John ran over to catch her. She fell chest first into him, squeezing her breasts against him. After he steadied her she put her arms around his.
"So big and strong." She hummed.
"So drunk!" John poked fun at her, "Two bottles of wine and you're anyone's!" Jenny looked up at him, pushing herself away in the process.
"Ok!" Jenny stammered, "Ok! New challenge! New challenge!" She was determined to stop her son mocking her, but was having fun all the while it happened.
"Why don't we play forfeit poker?" he asked.
"What's that?" slurred Jenny.
"We just deal a hand of poker, and the loser has to drink." He explained. Jenny agreed eagerly, not wanting to spoil their fun. They set it up with a proper poker set. John sat on the sofa one side of the low coffee table, and his mother on the other side sitting on the floor. The first hand was dealt.
