I noticed a change in Layna. Not just her clothes (though she went from baggy jeans and a tank-top to plaid miniskirts and ties) but the way she walked. She had stopped talking to me. It seemed like within two days time she changed.
The guys say that I put her up on a pedestal, like she is some goddess. To me, she is.
I remember the day that I finally got the courage to ask her out:
She walked down the Senior hallway waving her ass under her skirt. Before then I had never noticed her ass or her tits. Just her. Anyway, her high heels made the loudest noise. They seemed to scream: "Get out of the way, hot untamed ass coming through."
She stopped at my locker.
"Hi Jason."
Her voice was like red velvet.
"Hey."
"Do you like what you see?"
She moved her left hand down her body out lining her tits. I started to get hard.
"I've always liked you."
"Is that so?"
"You-you're my best friend. Of course."
I looked at her. She seemed uneasy, like I had said, "I want to marry you." I cleared my throat.
"I wanted to ask you out. Do you want to go see a movie or something?"
She looked me up and down...way down.
"I would love to. Pick me up at seven?"
She smiled like the little school girl she dressed as. She kissed me on the cheek. For a moment, it seemed like the old Layna, but only for a moment.
"Yeah. I will."
After school I waved goodbye to her and drove off in my mustang. I got to my house and my mom was drunk as always.
"Mom, I got a date tonight."
"With who?" She burped.
"Layna."
Mom stepped into the room wearing a robe that was open holding a Martini. I have to admit my mother is fuckin' slammin'. Long legs, plump ass, big tits, red hair, green eyes and pouty pink lips.
"I am sure that will be just interesting, won't it?"
"Yeah, it will."
"Could you do something for me?"
"I am not making you another Martini."
She swayed over to me. I watched the robe grazed her nipples as she moved side to side.
She got closer and she grabbed my dick.
"Mom what the fuck?"
I pulled back and took her Martini.
"What err you doin'? Haven't you fucked before?"
"None of your fuckin' business Mom."
"It's my business when it's my son."
She began to cry. I don't even know why I paid attention to her. She fell on the floor proceeded with, "I'm sorry. Jason. I just miss your father. I miss him so much. I..."
Dad died four years ago, a week after my fourteenth birthday. She began drinking to cope. She goes to work, drinks, then goes to bed. That night was different. It seemed like she was really falling apart.
I picked her up and carried her to her bed. I tucked her in and turned off the lamp on the bedside and began to walk out of the room.
"Jason, will you please stay with me until I fall asleep?"
I turned the lights back on. I should not have gone back.
I sat on Dad's side of the bed.
"Jason, I'm drunk."
"I know, Mom."
"I'm sorry," she sat up, "that I did that. Earlier."
"It's alright, Mom."
She outstretched her arms with tears in her eyes, so I hugged her.
"I just really miss..."
I listened. I almost started to cry. My dad was my best friend. He always encouraged me to go for the things I believed in. I never had to ask for help because he'd just always know. You know?
Mom's tears dropped onto my shoulder. Her lips scraped my neck and I let out a sigh. I believed she heard me because she began to kiss my neck. Her hand slid down my chest, her nails scraping my body.
She started to play with my ear. All I could think to do was grab her tits. I lifted her head and stuck my tongue in her mouth.
Everything was happening so fast. My lips traveled down and pressed a nipple between them. With one hand I moved her robe and ran my nails down her inner thigh. I was so hard I couldn't stand it and apparently neither could she.
