Growing up in a small town had certain advantages and disadvantages for Cheryl Wilson. With a dad who was the only district court judge in the area, privilege was definitely a part of her life. Her parents came from good stock back in New England, owned the biggest, fanciest house in town and another spacious cottage on a lake a few miles from the city limits.
As she moved into her high school years, summers were a time of bikinis, working on her tan and checking out the boys who swam at the public beach at the far end of the lake. She and a couple other girls would load up in her dad's speed boat to water ski and catch some rays, aware of the boys' stares but aloof and unapproachable.
Cheryl found one boy especially appealing. His name was Darrin, and at school he was known as one of those losers from the wrong side of the tracks. In fact, Darrin's dad knew Cheryl's dad professionally, having passed through the court system a few times on his way to prison. Darrin seemed likely headed in the same direction, but his tan, well-developed physique, 6-foot tall frame and ice blue eyes caused a stirring deep inside Cheryl's stomach. The few times he smiled at her, she nearly swooned from the beautiful white teeth, and brawny chest. Even then, she reminded herself he was no-good white trash and would only make a mess of Daddy's plans.
Daddy had Cheryl pegged for undergrad schooling at Northwestern then on to the University of Michigan for law school. So what if Cheryl was undecided about her future, Daddy said he and Mama had scrimped and saved so Cheryl could go to college and step higher into the privileged class.
"You do what I tell you young lady and you'll have everything you could ever want," he told her. "You disrespect your mother and I or screw up, and we will disown you."
Cheryl's beauty continued to refine itself even as her lack of direction caused her thoughts to stray. However, attractive only scratched the surface of the charms this girl possessed. Rich, long blonde hair, jade green eyes hidden under thick, beguiling eyelashes, a pert little nose above full, pouty lips that defined luminous white teeth. She wasn't as "big" as some girls, 5-foot-6-inches, 105 pounds, but she proudly sported a 35C cup chest. And, she was sleek and shapely enough that she looked good in her yellow bikini, a tight pair of jeans she liked to wear to school or a flimsy summer dress that highlighted her tanned legs and shoulders free of tan lines.
Cheryl was homecoming queen and on her way to valedictorian. Classmates already had her pegged as Most Likely to Succeed, but then in her junior year the uncertainty began to affect her after-school activities. Her grades remained a robust 4.2 grade point average, and she still was head cheerleader, but Cheryl began to secretly meet Darrin and go cruising in his pickup after football games and on weekends.
Darrin was a year ahead of her in school and though not likely going anywhere, he was nice to look at, and she knew Daddy would kill her, which aided in her rebellion against him deciding her life's work. That alone made her feel wicked. Her first taste of wine coolers led to her first kiss and not long thereafter her first sexual experience. One thing led to another and as happens with some young teens, Cheryl found herself 16 years old and expecting a baby. To make matters worse, Darrin dropped out of school, left town and the last she heard enlisted in the Army.
So much for facing this with someone. She kept the pregnancy hidden from her parents for as long as possible, but in time she couldn't hide the changes to her body. With that realization, daddy made it clear she no longer fit in his carefully orchestrated plan.
"You will have this baby, you will get the money we saved to put you through college and you will get a bus ticket to anywhere you want to go. But once that baby is born you are no longer our daughter," said the Judge, a man who was no longer her father. Her younger sister Katie would now become the object of Mr. and Mrs. Wilson's plans.
Cheryl graduated high school early, to hell with valedictorian. She had no doubt they would take it away from her anyhow. She went from Most Likely to Succeed to Class Slut and was blacklisted by her "friends." Most teachers barely gave her the time of day, and around town she was looked upon as the soiled woman with the scarlet letter on her forehead.
With her diploma in hand, and determination to make a life on her own, Cheryl left town with little 1-year-old Luke on a quiet spring morning. She ended up outside of Columbus, Ohio. Since her dad was a U of M alumnus she figured if she enrolled at Ohio State, it would be a great way to tell him to go to hell. Life was often tough for the next seven years, but Cheryl made it. She graduated college with a degree in finance then worked her way through grad school where she got a law degree at OSU, finishing at the top of her class.
As she settled into her legal career, Cheryl developed an acute understanding of finance and its legal implications. Ten years of hard work landed her in a prestigious law firm with an income that provided for any need she or Luke had. It also enabled her to workout regularly and the results showed the young vixen had turned into a 30-something cougar with luxuriant platinum blonde hair she wore shoulder length, long tanned legs and an eye for fashions that heightened her curves. Along with this she had the same flashing green eyes and radiant smile that could turn predatory in court if she stalked a case against some greedy WASP middle aged male: her impression of her dad.
Perhaps it was the disdain and hate that was showered on her as a pregnant teen, or maybe just that whatever she achieved was done by herself. Yes, her parents gave her money to start a life, but no assistance when Luke got sick, nowhere to run to when life became almost too much to bear.
Whatever it was, Cheryl drew closer to her son, nurturing him and raising him up to be whatever he wanted to be. And, while doing so, as he matured, her love moved into areas most mothers don't consider with their children. She marveled at his powerful, yet slim physique. At 19, 6-foot, 2-inches and 195 pounds he was all man but still filling out. He ate like a horse, but he kept the flat stomach and beautiful chest that she wanted to nestle up against while teasing his nipples with her tongue.
"He's all I have," she would say to herself, justifying the longing inside her to know him in an intimate way society would consider wrong.
Luke developed the same athletic excellence his dad displayed, he graduated high school as a fire-balling left-hand pitcher who could also hit for average and display the power to hit the long ball. Professional baseball teams lined up to sign him to a lucrative deal, but Cheryl persuaded him to get his college degree then chase his dream.
