"Why don't you come with me, Mom? It will be just like it is now...except you won't have to work three jobs." They both laughed lightly at his remark.
"I don't think so, Baby." She looked at her handsome son and smiled proudly. He had worked hard for this moment, they both had. She was happy and sad at the same time. She was happy that Jake had landed a job with one the top law firms in the country...she was sad that it meant he would be leaving. "This is my home, Baby. I belong here. Besides, what on earth would I do in New York City?" Jake started to say something then bit his tongue. How could she want to stay in this fucking one-horse town? Actually, it wasn't even a town. It was a place.
Baker's Kirk was one of the many villages dotting the Eastern Shore of Virginia that existed for only two purposes; one, shucking...oysters, crabs, clams...and two, farming potatoes. Life was pretty simple. All the work was done by the herd of blacks, that managed to survive on their pitiful wages benevolently doled out by the town's "gracious and friendly" whites. Funny that they owned pretty much everything that didn't move. And they were so kind and forgiving to the residents that crossed over their self imposed boundaries of propriety.
He saw the way they treated his mother...the tainted woman who must have begged her unknown rapist to use her over and over again and leave her 13 year old bruised and beaten body along the side of the road to die. Unfortunately for her rapist, she didn't die. But the town treated her like it was her fault. Her own parents all but shunned her as she grew up, caring for her son, attending school and atoning for her sins by cleaning their house incessantly...to avoid leaving any time for more mischief. Of course she had to have the baby...abortion was against God's will. Treating her like dirt was obviously fine with God. The day she turned 18 ended her prison sentence...the self righteous assholes tossed them both out on the street. What a great fucking town, he thought.
"Come on, Mom," he pleaded. "You won't have to work another day in your life. You can do anything you damn well want." This was true. Jake was a brilliant boy through no fault of her gene pool. She was country smart but Jake had a mind that amazed her. She often laughed silently, thanking God that her rapist, while not the most gentle man in the world, was at least a genius. He had given Jake the tools to get out of this town...a scholarship to Princeton, then Harvard Law School. Top of his class he was, copping a six figure starting salary that didn't start with a one. She dreaded the thought of being alone but it was time to let him live his own life and finally shed that bastard stigma that followed him around this town all his life. Small minds have very long memories.
"Honey, I don't need a man to take care of me. You should know that. Besides, I don't think New York City folks would think too kindly of you being a mamma's boy." She chuckled softly and returned to sorting clothes in the laundry basket.
"Think it over any way. OK...we have some time before I have to go." Jake's noticed a piece of string hanging over the side of the basket and casually reached over and pulled it. Nina's hand wasn't quick enough to stop him and when Jake's eyes widened at what he held in his hand, her face turned crimson. "Mom...wow!" He began to laugh and Nina looked for some place to crawl into and hide. Dangling from his massive hand was the tiniest pair of thong panties he had ever seen. It was simply a tiny triangle of black satin and a few thin black threads.
"Damn, you Jake. Give me those." She reached out and snagged them from his hand. They quickly disappeared into the pocket of her house dress. Jake cocked his eyebrow and tilted his head down, a smirk on his face...silently waiting for an explanation. Nina knew he wasn't going to let her off the hook. She lowered her head and stared into the clothes basket. "They make me feel...sexy. I am a woman you know."
The smirk on Jake's face was gone. He wish he hadn't discovered her little secret, but it was too late. He struggled for something to say but the words were difficult to string together into something that wouldn't add to her embarrassment or his own. For 26 years, Nina Cooper had been just one thing, his mom. Suddenly, he was informed that she was more than that...she was a woman, a woman with the same needs and emotions that every other woman in the world had. For the first time in his life, he looked at his mother as a woman.
She truly was a beauty...a 39 year old MILF, he thought, chuckling silently at his use of a word heretofore used exclusively for someone else's mother. Her lavish mane of raven curls framed her beautiful face perfectly. Soft features, sheathed in smooth, golden skin, pouty red lips and piercing, hazel green eyes composed a heart stopping picture. He fought the temptation to imagine her wearing those tiny panties. She was still his mother for God's sake. Just admit she's a woman, stupid. "Someone special I don't know about, Mom?" She laughed softly at his question.
"I wish...just the same old same old," she stated calmly, a hint of sadness in her voice. "I was just being silly when I bought them." Jake knew she rarely went out and when she did it was usually with a group of women she knew from work. She didn't say much about it. How could she? How could she tell her son she had been with one of the many married men in town that wouldn't glance her way during the day but would eagerly use her lush body in some cheap hotel outside of town. At first she believed them...the stories they would weave just to bed her down. But soon she realized that no one would leave his wife...no one really loved her...no one had the nerve to admit they had been out with Nina Thompson...that girl who had gotten knocked up at 13. "What are you up to tonight, Baby?" she asked, moving away from her love life without waiting for an appropriate segway.
"I was thinking I would go over to Billy's and say good bye. Want me to stay home?"
"No, Baby...Billy is your best friend. You need to tend to that." Billy, truly was Jake's best friend, one of the few boys that was allowed to play with Jake when they were little. They were both in the same boat, Jake and Billy. She had seen Tamika, Billy's mother, at the club. Seems the married, white men didn't mind sleeping with the help after hours. Nina almost laughed. She hadn't seen Billy's mom at all since Jake got home and she didn't have the heart to mention she knew Billy had gone off to the reserves about the same time. It appeared everyone has needs...even in Baker's Kirk. "Have a good time...and don't be too late."
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It is strange how the simplest thing can play tricks with the human mind. It is like a seed, once planted, it grows and grows, its roots traveling throughout the subconscious until it breaks through into the conscious...at the damnedest times.
"I'm gonna miss you white boy," she panted as Jake's hips began to move faster and faster. "Come on, Baby. Hit your bitches pussy with that big cock. That's it, Baby. Fuck this nigger. Fuck this nigger good." Her hands gripped his ass tightly, pushing and pulling with every stroke as Jake pounded his huge cock into her hungry cunt with a vengeance. For some reason, he was on fire tonight.
The moment he had stepped into the door, he grabbed Tamika, pushed her onto the couch, lifted her dress and plunged his cock into her body. The surprised woman was shocked for a moment, especially when he ripped her thong panties off and suddenly stuffed her pussy full of cock meat. But she had quickly gotten into the moment, her pleasure growing with every brutal thrust. She loved his cock, worshiped the massive hunk of meat. She would miss him alright, but what she would miss the most was his cock...every damn inch.
