Warning, this story has some graphic nature. If you don't want to read it skip two paragraphs when you see this (Warning) it wont effect the plot, and you'll still get the idea of what's going on.
Nineteen, single, part way through a trade my father picked for me and my parents have just announced their divorce over dinner. Did I mention our new country home still smells like new paint?
My sister Ellaine burst out. "Does this affect me going to university?"
I turned my head towards her and said, "Wow you're a bitch."
"Hey!" Dad said.
My mother gave me a smile and took my hand. "Sister or not, what did I teach you?"
I nodded my head. "Sorry, just shocked is all."
"Me too. I'm sorry." Ellaine said.
I looked Ellaine in the eyes and rubbed her on the shoulder and back. She had picked up riding horses, like mom did. It was both my mother and her lifelong desire to move to the country. So even though she was my younger sister I did have to watch my step or I could lose a tooth or get a broken nose. The other reason was my fathers dream shop and giant yard.
"I'll be staying here, your father will be moving back into the old house back in town. But, you two are free to stay anywhere you want." Mom said.
Dad cleared his throat. "I will still be coming out here to work on the trucks and manage shipping. But I will likely spend more time on the road."
"That way the horses can stay here. I'm also staying on as a bookkeeper and part time with the company, plus my sales job back at the dealership." Mom said.
"That's right, we're not tearing up the company or houses, or you guys. We just drifted apart as husband and wife. But I still respect your mother very much and we're still friends, we'll work together and we still have you two." Dad said.
I cleared my throat and stood up. "I need some air." I rushed for the balcony outside and looked out over the fresh landscaping and dark fields.
Lights from the small town lit up the distant landscape. It was my mothers dream location, overlooking the small town my father had built a trucking company in.
Mom snuck up on me in thought and startled me, it gave her a smile to know she had spooked me. We said nothing, she just put her hand on my back and looked out into the darkness with me.
Mom worked at a car dealership taking messages and booking appointments. Her boss had an old school outlook to the role of the secretary. They must be pleasant, beautiful and female, they could be brainless just as long as they fit the first three traits. Mom had four traits going for her. Some of the women complained about him, but mom made as much as the sales people did, working as a front desk greeter. On the side she always had makeup and health businesses, which she did well at too.
Sally was her name. An innocent, polite and respected woman within the community. Brunette hair with a few greys showing. Which only added to her mature beauty. Her fair skin was soft and well cared for. Years of riding horses gave her a figure any woman would die for. Thick thighs, round ass and a flat stomach. Ellaine wasn't far off either, looking at her it was probably like looking back in time.
Amazing mother, always there, always supportive. I loved her very much and so did my friends. The literal soccer mom, and football mom when it came to car pooling. She hated sports, but she was always at my games cheering us on. We were also the most popular car pool van.
Dad was a truck driver, we owned four rigs. He drove one on long hauls for crossing borders and the other 3 drivers did a combination of long and short hauls. It's also the reason my name is Ken. A fact my mother found years later when I was about 10, wow did she flip out when she learnt that one.
But my fixation with mom began when I was 15 and still living at the house in town. The internet had died, they said the cables were cut and would take several days to fix due to the heavy rain. 15, no porn, no 'older brothers magazines', and no outdoor sports, that was hell. On top of it, Ellaine, my little sister pestered me to play non stop giving me no privacy.
Hunter, our Labrador, had broken free and was running around the front street. Playing a big game of 'catch me if you can' in the puddles and mud. Finally after what felt like half an hour of chasing Hunter around, mom returned home.
She wore a dark pencil skirt, with a white blouse. Her brunette hair was tied in a bun and she wore heels. Hunter was her dog and he ran straight for her. It took 3 neighbors, myself, Ellaine and my mom 15 minutes to get Hunter into the backyard. By the end, mom was barefoot, soaking wet and her hair a tangled mess with strands hanging down her face. But she was laughing the whole time.
What really did it though was her blouse, it had come free from her skirt, and the white fabric clung to her body exposing a wonderful tantalizing hourglass figure. Beneath it I grew curious of her bra and its thin lace fabric. For a minute she bent over and struggled with putting his collar back on. I stared at the two thin black straps that rode above her skirt along her hips. It was a minute that was burned into my memory. How those straps creased her flesh and rode high up on her hip bones.
At that age it was an instant boner, to my embarrassment one she eventually noticed. Once we got inside the cool rain had another effect. I learnt first hand why wet tee shirts were white. I could see everything, the fabric of her bra, how it cut across her breasts, just above her nipples, which stuck out proud in the cool air. They were sharp like two frozen peas stuck in her shirt. 'Mom, Ken has an erection again' is another horrifying memory of that moment.
That night in the shower I came within a minute thinking of those straps and nipples. After falling asleep I dreamt of her, bent over, her heart shaped ass and tapered waist bent over the back of the couch. In my dream I pulled her skirt up and fucked her from behind. It was so vivid I woke up confused as to why I was in bed with a wet spot.
I found myself trying harder at football and soccer. Before that I played football for two reasons, dad and cheerleaders. I wasn't a great player, but neither was my team. By senior year most of the other guys played to impress the cheerleaders and their friends. I was playing to impress my mother.
When I was seventeen she caught me in their room looking through her lingerie drawer. I lied and claimed I was trying to find a condom for a party that weekend. I got a lecture about treating women right. Then to my surprise she got me one and asked if I knew how to use it. I told her no, and she gave me three more and said practice. In a moment of Idiocy I said "Can you show me?" With a smirk. She smiled, shook her head and slapped me on the arm. "You wish." It was my first sexual flirtation with her.
It was a memorable party, I stood in the corner feeling awkward as fuck, talking with close friends when they wandered by, then went home. Mom was still awake, nervously she asked how it went. I gave the condom back to her with a shy smile and shrug. She gave me a thin smile and to my surprise hugged me. I dry humped a pillow wearing one of the other condoms that night using the memory of her warm body. She admitted to me she didn't want to be so close minded like her own parents and wanted us to always be open with each other.
By eighteen I had become a good player, not a star player but good enough to be noticed by Ellaine's friends. I had also gained a reputation for being flirty at school, charming and polite with a hot body. I had been practicing with mom and it was paying off in dividends. She had fine tuned me to talk with girls, no tight clothes, nothing flashy, no ass hat flaunty moves.
"Don't rely on your hair or muscles, don't swagger around like a peacock. Just smile and talk with them politely and for god sakes listen to them."
I don't know if she wrote that down, but she said it word for word each time she told me.
I only attended parties to worry my mother and have a late night chat. In reality I was a closet nerd. She would give me a condom each time. In turn I returned it, until one night I didn't. She greeted me like normal and just assumed I would exchange it back. We stood in the living room until she laughed and covered her mouth. She cried a little and my heart broke, afterwards we talked about it. Mom gave me another lecture about sticking by her. But turned out I was the trophy fuck, and mom was pissed.
She had stepped up to sales by then, and when she found out the girl's parents were buying a new vehicle she poured everything on them. Later she bragged to me about how much she hosed them for in a high pressure sale.
