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We once had arranged that when we met I would introduce myself as I always started my talks at the start of a voyage. This wasn't quite meeting but it was close and Grandad needed to know the score as much I any of us. I wracked my brain for each possible option after that as the phone rang on speakerphone.
"Hello dad, is Timothy safe?" mom was clearly worried sick.
"Hello, I am Timothy; your..." I said and waited hardly a heartbeat.
"Lover...Timothy that's not right!"
"That is what you want, we'll work it out...mom."
There was a long silence.
"Oh god; help me, Tim, come home...just come."
"On our own, if I must I will do the Viking thing. We'll work it out."
It had been more than a year to get here. My father had made a confession more than a year ago that he had faked my and his death in a plane crash at sea for the insurance money. This had happened twelve years before that. The last year had been spent taking him down. He stole my mother from me I was going to steal his whole fucking life.
In the last year I had needed to play a very delicate game. I had needed to satisfy an insurance company that I was serious. I had needed to convince my father that I was as crooked as he was too. I needed to get my grandfather on board and to handle things I could not. I had got to know my mom through facebook too.
This was the trouble now. She was damn sexy to me. In our facebook chats in which I could not tell her that I was her son because that would have destroyed the whole play we had become more than just facebook contacts chatting about the tourism possibilities of the Azores. She needed to feel attractive, to me she was the most beautiful woman and I had said so. From there a type of long distance romantic relationship developed.
I was a qualified sea captain having thrown myself into that from ten years old to not think of my mother. Now, at eighteen I had a few very different ideas than other teenagers. Where they knew all about fucking from first-hand experience, I knew about it as a spectator. I captained a small passenger liner for my father. As such I had seen many newlyweds, more accurately I heard them, fucking like rabbits. Sometimes it had sounded like cats mating. I knew it happened and roughly what went where but not how, or how to set a mood for it. Or how to conduct the sabotage campaign before invading.
Girls my age seemed to be find me either boring (yawning to my face) or scary because I would explode instantly if someone near me did something stupid on the water. Female crew members had the good judgement to not become pedophiles while I had the good sense to not open sexual harassment doors. And the... uhm young ladies; on the dockyards had certain decency codes in that they refused to provide services to me.
As such my sole romantic and sexual experience had been my mom at two thousand miles separation. My grandad was sitting next to me in the Lear Jet, he had broken the news to mom when I was posted overdue in Glasgow to sort out my university courses to get my master's degree in maritime engineering. She now knew that I was her son. He understood the difficulties we faced now, probably better than most as he told me about coming back from Vietnam and the only person who tolerated him had been his half-sister.
There was going to be a homecoming party the next week, this week was no good with too much still to do. Besides, mom and I needed time to work this out.
He changed the subject instead to taking a gap year. The criminal trials coming up would see me spending a lot of time in court. I had already been accepted to MIT, Harvard, and Princeton without grandad pulling strings. He was a Stanford graduate, and wanted me to go there. The difficulty was that I had been given an American passport, driver's license, social security number, but my Portuguese qualifications were not carried across. If I went to university on American credentials I would need to start three years back from the level my qualifications allowed for. If I used my Portuguese passport the enrollment processes were longer and more complex.
A brand new Ford Bronco was waiting for me at Jacksonville airport. Another insurance company had given it to me in thanks for another scam I stopped for them. Grandad flew on from Jacksonville to Fort Lauderdale to speak to the insurance company and get contracts signed. This left me alone to think as I drove.
It had been a difficult last month as everything came down to one North Atlantic polar storm and which way it blew. Luckily the first in December blew from Siberia which meant the plan was feasible. Thinking proved impossible as American driving was completely different to Portuguese.
In the Azores the roads were too narrow, traffic cops told drivers to hoot before turning, and the speed limit applied to somebody else. In the States the roads were too wide, the cops had no sense of humor, and the speed limit applied specifically to me. I got stopped twice for a mere five miles over the speed limit and let off with a warning each time, I got the message though and watched my speed on the sat nav. The Bronco was also huge as far as I was concerned, I had learned to drive a Suzuki Jimny that was less than half the size of the bronco. I got to Snead's Ferry though and found the house, turning up a long driveway with a nice looking house at the end.
I had no idea what I had expected when I did see mom in person for the first time. I don't think anything went according to plan for her. First, I went in through the back door, front doors are for brides and bodies in the Azores. Then I didn't knock. Once again in the Azores we call out rather than knock.
"Hello, I wonder if I am in the right place?" I asked as I went through a sliding door.
It was getting dark and I didn't immediately see her standing at the front door. I did see the movement and pressed on.
"I'm Timothy..."
Suddenly a light switched on and she was coming across the floor from where she had been standing near the hall. Oh man she was beautiful. She wore a long deep blue skirt, a thick cream colored polo neck pullover, and a light blue coat with soft black leather boots. None of that could hide her figure, her breast made maddeningly suggestive swells, her hips were hugged by her skirt; she filled the skirt but did not bulge out straining the fabric. She moved fast and lightly on her feet, her soft boots making no sound.
'You're better looking for real than your pictures!" I blurted out.
She smiled broadly at that without saying anything, she was trying but nothing came. My jacket with captain's knots on the shoulders was suddenly too hot. No surprise really it was made to have sailors survive freezing winds, rains, and anything else weather could throw below the arctic zones. Somehow the toggles were loose and mom was into my chest her arms under my jacket and curling around my back. I was intensely aware of two breasts pressing into me just at the level of my floating ribs. I had an instant erection so hard it gave me a headache.
She looked up at me and was still framing words when I kissed that beautiful mouth. I wasn't entirely sure beyond this. I sort of knew that a kiss worked like a transfer application in some conditions. My hands were already pulling that pullover up. Mom showed me right. Her hands stopped mine and then her tongue pushed past my lips and explored inside my mouth.
I first pulled my tongue back to give her tongue space. But then her tongue licked my tongue; oh man that was awesome! Then I licked her tongue and our tongues started dancing between us, me exploring her mouth with her tongue being shown around by her tongue. Her tongue curling around mine, sometimes my tongue curled around hers. Suddenly she broke off'
"Close that door!" she ordered.
The sliding door was letting a cold wind into the house. I turned and closed it without question, the pulled curtains closed to help insulate, North Carolina was a lot colder that the Azores. She was busy while I closed the door, she dimmed the light and opened a chest in the lounge that made the coffee table when it was closed.
