Chapter 1: A Good Grade
Tim sighed and dropped his bag down on the couch. “Mom, I’m home” He called into the house, as he too dropped down onto the couch, he drug around finding the remote control in the couch and pulling it out. He flicked on the TV and flickered through the channel’s, it was hard to tell if he was even able to tell what was on each one.
“Tim, I’m in the kitchen … do you want something to eat?” Margaret, Tim’s mother, was a beautiful woman, she’d was only thirty-three, having had Tim when she was only fifteen.
“Yea, what do we have?” Asked Tim as he slipped up from the couch and wandered from the living room to the kitchen, they were attached by an archway. He looked over at her, bent down at a drawer her backside floating around in the air. He chewed his lip, he couldn’t help but stare, he had lusted after his mother since well … as long as he could remember. He felt the stirring in his pants, and quickly sat down at the table, tossing the remote down. His father had left when his mom had had Tim, her parents had kicked her out when she refused to give her up for adoption. She’d spent the first six months out there on the street looking for a way to stay alive. Finally some guy had let her stay in his extra room, then gotten her a job, and had helped her out. He’d been real nice, and until Tim was six he’d considered him ‘dad’ but, he’d died of a heart attack at 45. His mother had been left everything, though they had never married, and to Tim’s knowledge had never been more than friends.
“We have left over pizza,” She turned to look at him for a moment as she moved to the fridge and pulled it open. “We have the stuff for a turkey sandwich, some cake left over from your birthday,” He had turned eighteen only three days ago.
“Cake sounds good,” He smiled and nodded a bit.
“Cake it is, I think I’ll sit down and have a piece too,” They had celebrated his birthday together, just the two of them. Tim had very few friends, the one’s he did have lived mostly in different states. He was a geek, it wasn’t that he was ugly, he was quite handsome in fact, just short of six feet tall, maybe a bit thin for his good, but it gave him a nice look. He wasn’t overly muscled, but he wasn’t flabby either, just the thin thing. He had a handsome face even if his nose was maybe a tiny bit too big for it. He had thin lips and shoulder length brown hair that was usually tied back, as it was now.
“Here you go” His mom said, setting the plates down, one in front of him, and one in front of the chair across from him. She moved and got forks giving him one of those as well. She herself was attractive, she had always been rather attractive, and had aged pretty well. She could possibly loose a pound or two, but it kind of gave her a nice feel. Her breasts were large but had started to sag some what, she was a natural 32C, the backside that Tim had been admiring earlier was shapely, her hips were wider than her narrow waist, but it gave it a look that made most men hard, or at least made them imagine plowing it. In truth she had only been with one man in her life, Tim’s father. After that she had sworn off men. Erick, the man who had helped her raise Tim had been a well to do older gentleman who she had cuddled a lot, but had never been with. They had loved each other, she thought, but they had both decided sex was out. The most they had done was on each of his birthdays she would give him a blow job, and on each of hers he would return the favor.
