Since I've had a fair amount of free time recently I decided to revise and expand my first submission. This story takes place in the early 2000's.
I am thankful and grateful to the many people who enjoyed this story over the years to favorite it.
My parents are working parents and so I didn't see them as often as I would've liked when I was younger. They made an effort to ensure I had a happy childhood. Both stalled their careers a bit to ensure I had at least one parent to attend school functions or support my activities such as scouts or sports. However as I grew older that changed. They spent more and more time working to catch up with their colleagues.
My Dad was also a tough love advocate who believed hands off parenting would force me to become self-sufficient. As the distance between my parents and me grew, so did the distance between my parents as a couple.
My mother works in advertising and she works long hours. Yet somehow she always manages to find time to make certain that I am eating properly and to do most of the house work. She also spends at least one night of quality time with me, whether it is just playing a board game, watching TV, going to a game or something like that. Probably because of our close bond once I hit puberty my mental image of "mommy" faded as I became aware that my mother is an extremely attractive woman.
Actually attractive is an understatement, my mother is gorgeous and sexy. She has has an hour glass figure, dark brown hair with a few streaks of gray, vivid green eyes, and full red lips set in a heart shaped face.
Generally in tales like this it is standard to give out the exact height, weight and measurements so here's my attempt. My mother is a couple of inches shorter than me so I would put her height at about five six. As for her measurements I know her bra size is 37 d and the panties she wears are mediums. Before you get the wrong idea I am not one of those guys who likes to whack off in their mother's bras or sniff their mother's panties. I know her sizes because I do the laundry sometimes when my mother is too busy. So far as her waist goes, well she does not have a gut and her abs are pretty firm but I really do not know what the exact measurements are. She weighs 136 to 140 pounds and I know this because she makes an effort to stay within that range, forcing everyone in the family to suffer a few days of eating rabbit food when she goes a pound over her ideal weight.
Dad is a mortgage broker who works at his office and then comes home and works late into the night. When he has free time he is either taking his clients to sporting events, playing golf with clients or playing poker with his friends from work. Once in a blue moon he will plop down on the couch next to me while I am watching a game and we will have some father-son time for an hour or so.
Apparently the rift between my mother and father had reached a critical point. She felt it was necessary for them to get away somewhere to reconnect and work on their relationship. Unfortunately the only time that their schedules coincided was during the Christmas holidays so they planned to go to the Caribbean for the holiday week. When my mother told me this I told her that I would willingly make the sacrifice of spending Christmas on the beach looking at girls in Bikinis. I had a sudden vision of losing my virginity to some beautiful Bahamian girl. I felt like a stake had been driven into my heart when my mother, almost tearfully, informed me that I wouldn't be accompanying them.
She told me I had two choices. One was that I could spend the holidays with my Uncle Ed and his family. I wouldn't have minded spending the holidays with my cousins Amber and Tiffany, who were twins a year older than me and who for some reason loved me. However I knew that I would probably bunk with my cousin Fred, or as he now wished to be called, Maleficent. Fred is a large muscular Goth in his early twenties. He is also quite gay. At our last family gathering Maleficent had cornered me and drunkenly told me if there weren't other people around he would pound my ass until I became his cum slut. I had a horrible vision of losing my virginity over the Christmas holidays but in a fate worse than death manner.
As my mother read the horror on my face she laughed "The other option is for you to spend the week at home alone." At my surprised look. "We know you're a responsible, mature young man. Legally, you're an adult. We're not stupid, we know you'll have a party or two. All we want is for you to make sure that the house is not wrecked or trashed and that none of your guests do anything illegal, such as bring drugs or liquor into the premises."
I readily agreed to these conditions and I fully intended to live up to my parents" expectations. However my resolve dissipated when Darlene Cira, the hottest cheerleader at school, asked me if it was true that I was having a no-parents party. I nodded yes. She asked if there was going to be beer. She whispered in my ear that she got wild when she had a few beers in her. I told her yes of course there would be beer. She smiled and sauntered away.
Darlene left me in such a hormone befuddled state that I did not pay much attention when she walked up to a group of football players. As she spoke to the jocks they smiled and threw victory punches in the air. I guess you can figure out what was going to happen. On party night Darlene would show up with a few of her friends; all the cheerleaders and their boyfriends, the football players. The "popular people" would shove me and my friends aside and then pretty much take over the house, hog the beer and generally trash the place with macho horseplay.
However I was not thinking with the right head and had the delusion that I would lose my virginity to Darlene Cira at the party. Since I'd promised Darlene some beer I tried to make it a reality. One of my friends bribed his older brother to get two kegs of beer. A week before my parents were supposed to leave I took delivery on the kegs while my parents were at work. I wrestled them around to the backyard, planning to store them in the basement. The basement's cold and dark, instead of finishing it, my parents bought a hot tub and deck.
As I started to carry the first keg downstairs, I slipped on an icy step. The keg and I went tumbling down the concrete stairs. Sharp pains shot through my head, arms and legs. After a moment of unconsciousness I found myself lying sprawled in the stairwell, a dented keg resting on my left foot, which hurt pretty badly. There was a large lump in my right leg near my knee. Certain I had a compound fracture or something I shouted for help. Fortunately a neighbor found me and called the paramedics.
I had a slight concussion, a dislocated right knee, a couple of fractured metatarsals in my left foot and a pair of very disappointed parents. Naturally all thoughts of me staying alone were out the window, I couldn't be trusted and I wasn't exactly mobile. I could walk with crutches for a few moments but my right leg was in a splint and my left foot had a plastic cast. I couldn't put much weight on either leg.
Angrily my Dad told me to make plans to go to Uncle Ed's house. Horror struck I knew that in my disabled condition Maleficentwould easily have his way with me and by the time I returned home my asshole would be the size of the channel tunnel.
I vehemently protested this arrangement but my parents were unyielding. I finally broke down and told them exactly why I didn't want to go to Uncle Ed's. At first my parents thought I was joking but eventually they caught on that I actually was concerned about sweet little Fred. I guess in their minds he was still that cute little boy who liked to wear his mother's make up.
My parents went into another room to discuss the situation. They came back with a more viable but only slightly more appealing alternative; I could spend the holidays with Grandma. Usually Grandma went with a bunch of other seniors on a trip during the holidays. She volunteered to stay home this year and take care of me. Grandma was also a retired nurse so she could help me dress and wash. Wonderful!
Then they dropped the bombshell that for buying the beer illegally, I would lose the use of my cell phone for a month. I protested, asking if I wasn't already being punished. My mother got perturbed by this statement. "Honestly, Jimmy spending time with your Grandmother isn't a punishment."
For the first three days after my injury I had to keep my bandages and splint tightly wrapped and couldn't remove them even for a shower. The pain pills made me disoriented and Mom didn't want me standing on one foot for a sink bath. Since Dad was way too busy to help me that task fell to Mom.
After Mom laid several thick towels on my bed, I lay on them dressed only in my boxers. She placed a bucket of hot soapy water on the floor next to my bed and went off to change. Mom came back dressed in the bikini she planned to wear, or she giggled not wear, in the Caribbean. She climbed on the bed and scrubbed me down. One fortunate side effect of my pain and the pain pills was that it quelled my libido some extent.This was a good thing since normally seeing my voluptuous Mom in that slice bikini would have made me rock hard.
