Chapter 1- The Confession
As far as I can remember—dad—was never in the picture. It was always just me, and mom. She birthed me, she nursed me, she bathed me, she fed me, clothed me, provided a home, and took care of me when I was sick. She has always—ALWAYS—been there for me!
My name is Charles. My mother is Marcelle. This is our story.
Where to begin?
I think I will start this story at today.
School had just started up again after the summer break. It is still the middle of summer. Hot as hell most days, but today she had given us a break. It was not quite as hot as usual and there was a nice breeze, not the usual gale force winds that seemed to be an overbearing feature of the area in which we live. Today, I finally mustered up the courage to confess my love for the girl I have secretly pined for all through elementary, middle, and high school.
Madison Fairchild. She was the most beautiful girl in school. I fell in love with her the very first time I saw her...
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She was standing in the aisle with roughly twenty or thirty other kids, because, as usual, the bus was way overcrowded. Every seat was full leaving the rest to stand in the aisle as Mister Godwin, the bus driver, drove 50 miles an hour down the 25-mile-an-hour downtown residential neighborhoods separating the middle school from the high school.
This was our lot in life every day. Riding with a madman. The bus came to a crossroads. The street we were on was fairly flat, but the crossing street ramped up towards its center to create a slope so that it would shed water when it rained. Mister Godwin didn't even slow down. He hit it at 50 miles an hour. Every kid on the bus went flying!
We all knew well that fabled sense of weightlessness as we flew two feet into the air only to land with a thud back in our seats if we had one. Several of the kids standing in the aisle hit the roof with their heads before they were thrown down to the floor. Madison somehow landed right in my lap!
I was stunned.
She was stunned.
Her cheeks blushed three shades of red.
She was so beautiful, and she was so shy. Red-faced with embarrassment, we pretended she wasn't sitting on my lap for the rest of the trip to the high school. And that was when I fell in love...
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"I love you Madison," I said awkwardly as I stood there in front of her during P.E. class. We were beneath an ancient oak tree that looked like it had been here since before my father, the father I never knew, attended this school. Hell, it was probably here well before my grandfather, another man I didn't know, went to the old school house that had once sat not far from where Madison and I stood, "I'm sorry I haven't told you before. You're just so beautiful, and I was intimidated. I didn't think I had a chance with someone as special as you. But, I'm here now and I was hoping that you might—consider—going out with me?"
Madison looked shocked at first, her big blue eyes opening wide, but as I continued her milk-white cheeks colored. Perfect golden hair fell in her eyes, and as usual, she used two fingers to catch it and guide it back behind her ear.
The silence drew out for several awkward seconds as she looked at me, then looked away and down, then back at me. My hopes were already falling as the silence drew out when she finally said, "I'm flattered, Charles. I really—really am. But, you see, I'm not allowed to date. Not while I'm in school. And even then, Richard Connor has already asked if I would go out with him once I graduate. So, I'm sorry Charles, but I have to turn you down."
I stood there beneath that old oak as Madison gave me a consolatory look and then left. My heart was breaking. I felt so embarrassed. I had asked Madison to come aside, away from her friends, in front of almost all of the girls in class. Now, everyone would know before the end of school that I had asked Madison out and been rejected.
I turned towards the class and saw them all doing their own things. Sitting and talking, others were playing football, others were on the basketball courts, while still others were off in a far field playing kickball. I didn't want to be seen, so I turned around, put the tree between me and the class, and sat down.
I didn't really want to finish the school day. I didn't want to see all of my classmates, or hear the whispering I imagined they would do when they heard. So, I got up and faded into the woods surrounding the school. I circled around to the parking lot and then got into the old '49 Plymouth Coupe Deluxe I received as an inheritance from grandpa, mom's father, when I got my license. I started the old in-line 6-cylinder engine, put the car in gear, and left.
I still had three classes left. I would probably hear about it later, but, right now, I don't care!
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"Son?!" Marcelle said her voice uncharacteristically high from shock as I suddenly barged in the front door.
I didn't answer. I stomped through the small foyer and immediately turned down the hallway to go to my room. I closed the door firmly, careful not to take out my anger on the door which had done nothing to me.
Our house was a small, simple ranch-style three-bedroom. Mom inherited it from her mom and dad after they passed. My room wasn't very large. Only a 12 by 12-foot room. I threw my pack in its usual corner beside my desk set on the wall that my door swung open towards. Opposite my door was my closet then the room opened up and opposite my desk was my iron frame single bed with a nightstand set beneath the window.
I pressed the buttons to turn on my computer and monitor, and then took a step back and flounced onto my bed. The computer whirred to life but I ignored it and stared up at the ceiling as I thought of Madison.
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Marcelle was busy in the kitchen washing her dildo, vibrator, and her vibrating eggs. Her belly still felt warm and tingly from the orgasm she had worked hard to give herself. It was her day off, and on those rare days when Charles was gone and she had the house all to herself, she was able to relax and pamper herself. She bathed her harem of mechanical men.
She gave them all names one evening as a joke, but then, it had stuck, and now that was how she thought of them. The dildo was HAL, the vibrator was Ed, and her vibrating egg she named Marvin. It was a personal joke for her, naming them all after early robots from films she had loved in the eighties.
HAL from Stanley Kubrick's 2001 because that devious dildo knew just how to manipulate her. Ed the vibrator, named after Ed-209 from Robocop, because he just destroys her pussy when she needs it. And Marvin. Poor poor Marvin. He was named after Marvin the Paranoid Android from the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy because sometimes she would slip it inside when she felt particularly naughty and go to work. The result was an amazing work day but she was also paranoid the entire time that her co-workers could hear it doing its thing, making her feel good, giving her one climax after another all day long, inside her.
She was smiling at the thought when the front door suddenly opened, scaring the shit out of her so badly that she nearly jumped out of her skin. She dropped Marvin back into the sink and searched frantically for a dish towel to throw over her boys as she called out, "Son?!"
No answer came back, but she did hear him stomp inside, shut the door, and then stomp down the hall to his room and close his door just shy of slamming it. She hissed as she exhaled, and stood there in front of the sink shaking as her heart tried to beat its way out of her chest as adrenaline pumped through her body.
With shaky hands, she picked Marvin up and finished cleaning him. She dried him off and then gathered up her boys and took them back to her room. It was hard enough raising a boy all alone and keeping him respectful, she didn't need him finding her stash of sex toys and thinking her a pervert.
Kids never understood that sort of stuff. That adults needed, well, she needed her pampering. Her alone time. Especially with how oversexed she was. She had to have some sort of release or she was going to explode!
She made her way to her room and secured her boys in their drawer beneath her panties, and then she thought about her son. Looking over at her bedside alarm clock she saw that it was still several hours before school let out. That shocked her. Charles had never skipped classes before. He was the best kid she could have asked for. So, why did he skip school and come home?
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I was still laying on my bed when a soft knock came on my door.
"Charles? Son? I'm coming in," Marcelle said softly as she pushed the door open.
She stood there for a moment, assessing me and my room. Other than Madison, mom was perhaps the most beautiful woman I have ever known. It was funny how similar they were while at the same time being so different. Madison's hair was a brilliant golden blonde while moms was a shimmering silver. Mom never discussed it, but her hair had been brown. Sometime before my birth, something happened and her hair went completely silver prematurely. She still looks amazing though.
Madison's eyes are blue while mom's are a dark earthy brown. Madison's skin is milk-white while mom's is olive. Madison has very elfin features in the way her face is shaped. A sharp ski-slope nose that turns up. A sharp square jaw. Pronounced cheekbones a little broader than her jaw. Nicely arched eyebrows. Ears that almost came to little points, like elf ears. And a plump, very kissable, mouth on the verge of being a little too wide and a little too plump.
Mom, on the other hand, had a very square face shape with a nicely cut jawline. Very prominent apple cheekbones. Elegantly arched silver eyebrows. Silver eyelashes that were impossibly long and thick framing big brown eyes. A soft, slightly arcing aquiline nose with the columella turned up making her nose appear dainty and feminine instead of prominent. And then there was mom's mouth. My god, there was no other woman on earth with a mouth as lusciously beautiful as hers. It was ripe and full. Both lips. Top and bottom. Her mouth was wide and seductive and prominent. Though similar in shape and fullness I personally thought they put Angelina Julie's mouth to shame, but then, I'm biased.
From there, Madison had smaller breasts, though from what little I've seen they were perfect Bs. Mom, on the other hand, I had access to her laundry, and so, know for a fact that she is a 36D. She also one summer decided to make herself her own summer dress from a pattern and made me take her measurements. She had a slim, though rectangular-shaped, 26-inch waist which made her an incredible sight from the profile, but from the front, it made her waist seem only a few inches slimmer than her chest. And then there are her hips and ass. And well, fuck! They are broad and shapely, 44 inches of muscle, bone, flawless olive skin, and fat. A perfect mixture to make wide hips, a femininely curvy belly, and a gently arched back that slopes out to large capital-C ass-cheeks that just won't quit.
