Jason was a problem child, a troubled teen, and now that he was legally a man at 18-years-old, he was confronted with the decision of joining the Marine Corp or going to jail. Fed up with the revolving door juvenile system that Jason knew all to well, the judge gave him that ultimatum as the last straw. Jason's divorced, single mom, older sister, and same aged female cousin as him applauded the decision. He did not have a man in his life to set him straight. He was surrounded by women who lived with him and, for one reason or another, Jason was the only man in their lives and took advantage of that with them.
They knew that Jason would never choose jail. He had avoided jail all of his life by being his own defense attorney. He was smart, very smart, and easily could have become a lawyer had he not chosen the opposite side of the law. Now, his streak of legalities and technicalities ran their course and he found himself out of luck and out of legal loopholes.
"The defendant will rise," said the bailiff.
Jason stood to face the court. With a practiced face full of sorrow and remorse, he turned to look at his mother, Sue, his sister, Chris, and his cousin, Ellen.
"I'm sorry," he mouthed the words to his family then turned his attention back to the court proceedings against him and to the judge and rolled his eyes.
"Give the court your answer, son," said the judge to Jason.
Everyone in Jason's family was well above average in physical appearance and Jason was no exception, matter of fact, he was the best looking of a beautiful bunch, which is one of the reasons why he was able to make it this far in the legal system without being incarcerated. Someone always took pity on him figuring that anyone that good looking could not commit that crime. And it was just as true that Jason could have been a lawyer if he applied himself, as he could have been a male model.
His mother a tall, striking blonde would have stolen the spotlight in the courtroom today had it not been for her daughter and her niece equally as blonde as they were tall and voluptuous.
"I will join the Marines, your Honor."
The judge pounded his gavel and addressed the bailiff. Mark the record that upon proof that this young man has joined the Marine Corp all charges against him are dropped.
"All rise."
It was done. Tomorrow morning, Jason had an appointment with the Marine recruiting office.
Still, he was angry that his mother, sister, and cousin were the ones who turned him in and who delivered evidence against him forcing him to lose his case. The judge, tired of Jason's legal wrangling to tie the hands of the court and forced the court to drop charges and dismiss cases, was pleased to finally end the waste of court time by sending Jason away, if only to Iraq instead of to jail.
"You know, son, if you were not such a criminal, you would make a great defense attorney," said the judge. "Maybe, when you return as a Marine, you will return as a man."
Leave it to Jason to devise a plan to get back at the women in his life. After signing the paperwork to officially join the Marine Corp, he went to the bookstore and purchased four journals, a red one, a blue one, a green one, and a black one. That night, he went to work writing out his plan. The first to suffer his wrath was his mother, Sue. He sat alone in his room writing his journal entry in the red journal.
Today I joined the Marine Corp. Officially, I am property of the United States government. I told them that I wanted to go to Iraq to fight on the front lines.
(He did no such thing. After scoring top of the charts in the verbal and written tests that the Marine Corp gave him, he was recommended to train at their intelligence office at the Pentagon.)
My life without a Dad sucks. I hope I never return. I hope I die on the battlefield.
(Fat chance, the Marine Corp knew a good thing when they saw it and wanted to train Jason to break codes sent over the Internet by terror organizations. Basically, once he completed his basic training, he was to skip and jump his rank to sergeant and once given a security clearance, he was highly recommended to work for the CIA as a Marine liaison.)
The only person I will miss is Mom. She is everything to me. She is the most beautiful woman in the world. If I were to marry, I would want someone as good looking and as nice as her. I love her but not as a son loves a mother. I love her as a man loves a woman. She is my ideal woman. I wish she were mine to love in the physical and sexual sense of the word.
Ever since I knew what sex was, I lusted over her. More than a few times, I stole glances at her through the keyhole. She has a wonderful body. I only wish I could have sex with a woman as lovely as my Mom. I wish I had a dollar for all the times I jerked off over Mom.
The first time I jerked off over her was when I saw her in her panty and bra. Then, all those times when she stood in the direct light and her nightgown became virtually transparent, I relived that image of her naked form whenever I played with my cock. And the time when she lost her bikini top at the beach and I saw her tits and her erect nipples before she covered herself with her hands and then a towel, I jerked off over that for months. Then, there are all those times that she was careless about not closing her legs when she sat across from me and I saw her panty. Sometimes she sat across from me in her nightgown and I saw her pubic hair. Man, she made me so hot and horny and she did not even know that she was driving me crazy with lust for her. I always jerked off over the images of seeing her panty or her pubic hair later that evening.
Now, I'll never have a chance to know what it is like to be intimate with a woman. No one wants to have sex with a virgin. (Jason was no virgin, anyone as good looking as he was had his pick of girls and he had taken plenty of picks.)
If only I had a Dad, I could go to him and ask him to help me and give me advice in how to seduce a woman, but I am surrounded by woman with no one to ask.
It doesn't matter. Chances are that I will be a casualty of war. Chances are that I will return home in a body bag. I will probably be the first virgin Marine. Only, still, I wonder what it is like to feel the body of a naked woman. I wonder what it is like to have intercourse with a woman. I wonder what it is like for a woman to touch my penis, hold my penis, and stroke my penis.
(Chances are that, as a non-com, he is on the fast track to officer's training school with a bright future ahead of him, that is, so long as he stays out of trouble and in the military where his special talents are not only appreciated but encouraged.)
I cannot even bare the thoughts of having sex with any other woman other than my Mom. I wish I could have sex with her. I wish there was a way that Mom and I could do it without anyone else knowing so that when death comes for me, at least, I will know what it is like to have had sex with a woman and who better to teach me about the birds, the bees, and women, then Mom.
He was laying it on especially thick here by his comments above knowing that when she read it, she would clutch it to her heart and feel sorrow for her son. He knew that by planting the seed of him wanting to have sex with her, knowing that it had been some time since she has had sex, she would fantasize about having sex with her son whenever she was alone with her thoughts and feeling horny.
Oh, Mom, I love you and want to be with you, if only for one night. I wish I could see you naked, feel and suck your tits, caress your ass, and know what it is like to bury my cock deep inside of you and cum in your pussy.
Oh, well, it is not to be.
Jason knew what to write to get to his mother. He was so very smart. He hid the journal where he knew she would find it, beneath the mattress. That was the place where she found his stash of cash, his drugs, and the gun. It was befitting that she find his journal there, too.
Jason was smart enough to know that the journal was not enough to seduce his mother. He needed more. He needed to rid the house of his sister and his cousin. He needed to get his mother alone and he needed to get his mother drunk.
He called some friends and scored two tickets to see Tim McGraw in concert. He knew that Chris and Ellen were big fans of country music and Tim McGraw was Chris's favorite and McGraw's wife, Faith Hill, was her favorite. He sometimes wondered if Ellen wasn't a closet lesbian and he sometimes wondered if Chris and Ellen weren't lovers.
The concert 50 miles away in the city would run late and by the time they made their way through the stadium traffic and drove the distance home, they would not arrive home until after 2am. He would put his plan in action Saturday night, a month before he was to leave for basic training.
Saturday morning Jason sat at the kitchen table drinking black coffee and eating buttered toast. He heard his mother walk into his room overhead. She stripped his bed every Saturday morning and immediately came downstairs with the dirty linens. He could tell by the sudden silence of footsteps that she found the journal and, no doubt, was sitting on his bed reading it.
Finally, she came downstairs with his dirty linens and a curious expression on her face. He did not have to look up from the morning paper to feel his mother's stare but he did look up.
"Hi, Mom, you won't have to wash my sheets anymore after this month. I'll be gone."
She burst into tears.
"Oh, Jason," she ran to him and he stood to receive his mother's embrace, "I'm so sorry. I'm sorry that I forced this upon you by turning you in but I did not know what else to do. I was frightened when I found that gun under your mattress. I did not want you to go to jail. I did not want you to die."
It had been a long time since they had hugged and Jason got a good sense of his mother's body from her hug. It was obvious that she had nothing beneath her nightgown. He rested his hand just above her buttocks while his other hand rubbed her back. She responded to his touch by kissing his neck and his cheek.
Her pubic bone against his aroused more than his revenge and, certainly, she must have felt his growing desire for her.
"Let's do something tonight," she said. Chris and Ellen are going to the concert and we can go see a movie."
"I'd rather not go out, Mom. Yesterday was a difficult day for me." Jason suddenly saddened his mother with guilt. "I have never felt so much emotion and I'm drained and scared about joining the Marines." He persevered making his mother feel worse. "Dad was a Marine. If only I had him here to help me through this." He paused looking down thinking of the time when his dog, Scooter, died and made his eyes fill up with tears. "I know Dad was a bastard, but I miss him. I haven't seen or heard from him in 10 years."
Actually, he hated his father and, even though he was only 8-years-old, was glad that his father left the house making Jason the man of the house.
She looked at her son with tear filled eyes.
"Okay," she said in a voice that sounded like she was about to break out crying, again, "we can stay home tonight and I'll cook your favorite meal."
"Shepard's Pie?"
