So, the next chapter of Helen's Journey (The Last Futa Romantic) is proving the hardest to write; it's the shortest one of the planned series, and yet - it's just not coming out right... So I've decided to publish the following as filler; it was actually an early version of Terry's story, before I started heaping all of the mythology on, and closer to my original intention, which was to do a nobodyinparticular story, set in the "real" world.
After a bit (well, a lot) of putzing around at the beginning it's mostly sex stuff - futa-on-male, heavy-duty incest (mother-son, with dad egging them on). All characters are over 18 years old.
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"Are you SURE we wanna do that, honey?"
Ashley Coleman sighed, exasperated. "Brian, we've been talking about it for weeks! We discussed it for 3 hours, last night! We agreed to DO this - what more do you NEED?!"
Brian Coleman leaned back in his chair, putting his mug on the table. Yeah, they've discussed this endlessly, but... "He's just a boy, Ash. Are we SURE this is the right thing?"
His wife leaned forward, her heavy breasts resting on the table. "Brian - he's almost 20 years old, you've GOT to stop thinking about him as a KID." She lowered her voice as they heard a door closing upstairs. "And no, I'm not SURE. We're parents, not scientists. We do what we've always done - which is what we think is BEST for our child."
He said nothing, taking a sip from his mug, but she could tell he was disturbed. He was an engineer, and needed everything to be checked and triple-checked, not moving forward without all variables covered. That was why he was so good at his job - but also why she was the one who had to take all the REALLY hard life decisions. There WERE no guarantees in life - not in dealing with other people, not in romance, certainly not in raising a child. But this one was pretty momentous, and she needed him on board - or there WILL be repercussions...
Their son, Rick, entered the kitchen. He looked at them, surprised.
"You taking the day off, mom?" Motioning with his head at her large football shirt, turning to get coffee.
Ashely looked at her husband, who raised his eyebrows resignedly.
"Change of plans, kid. You and mom will be staying home today, clear the garage out. You won't be able to fit two cars in there, soon, all that garbage has got to go."
Rick made a face and sat down at the table. Shit, spend a day inside that dumpster, sorting through all that garbage - that was not his idea of fun. Though, his mom WOULD be there, in casual clothes, MAYBE even in her cargo shorts, showing some skin... He gritted his teeth, trying to hide it by bringing the mug to his lips. Goddamit, you fucking perv - at least make an effort to pretend you're a normal human being!!! Here, make it sound like this is a chore, like any normal kid would:
"Why don't you get some company to do it? Just toss everything out..."
His father shook his head. "There are things we want to keep; that's why mom is doing it with you. Anyway, I figure half of it is your old comics and movie magazines - see if maybe there's something you want to keep."
Rick nodded. Fair enough. A thought struck him: "Hey - I'm still getting paid for the day, right? Because I'd rather go to the office!"
Which was true. Working at the family's construction coordination business, under his dad - the hardass ex-marine who could sometimes make The Great Santini look like Mike Brady - wasn't what he'd always dreamed of doing; but he DID quit film school after one year, and he came back - and he'd grown to like the job, spending time with and getting to know the dad he'd always admired - and the mom he was secretly fantasizing about... Well, he admired his mom, too - she was an architect and was very good at her job - but if he was being honest with himself, SHE was the main reason he was here...
His dad glanced at his wife, then nodded. "Yeah, what the heck. Half a day's pay."
Rick looked at his mom - and they both started to laugh. That was such a DAD move...
Brian Coleman looked at his wife and son, saying nothing. Those were the two people he loved most in the world - and he was now about to leave them, having no idea what he'll find when he comes back. God, I hope we made the right decision... He got up, put his mug in the washer, and came back to the table.
"Well, I'll leave you two comedians to it. Just get some work done between all the giggling." As he turned to go, he put his hand on his son's shoulder and squeezed.
"You be good and listen to your mom, kid." He looked across the table at his beautiful wife, his eyes somber. Just... be careful. And gentle. He might be 20, but he's still a kid. OUR kid.
***
Rick watched his dad go out the kitchen door. There seemed to be something on his usually-very-confident dad's mind... "What was THAT all about?"
His mom shrugged "No idea. OK, I got some emails to answer - you start going through the magazines on the west wall, I'll be there in about 30 minutes."
As he turned to go, she called after him: "Better go switch to something lighter, it's gonna be a scorcher, today."
YES!
He went back up to his room and switched to shorts and a t-shirt. His dad made him wear something of a uniform - slacks, buttoned-up shirt, complete with a tie (even on days they were visiting construction sites); he had come to at least SEE his logic - people treat you the way you treat yourself - but it was still a nuisance... Hell - Steven Spielberg directed E.T. In jeans and a T! But! - he was back on his dad's turf, and on dad's turf there were only dad's rules. He actually liked his dad - which made it even more frustrating, carrying that huge, insane crash on his mom...
***
Working inside the garage was as bad as he had feared. He tried opening the doors, but it was already too hot, outside, and there was no wind on that side, so he closed it off and turned the air-conditioning on. It was a local unit, too small for the space, and he was sweating within minutes. What with his mom's hybrid parked inside and all the boxes, the large space felt really cramped. He looked up at the rows of boxes stacked up against the wall, and groaned. Damn, he would have much rather been at the office, practicing his questionable flirting skills on Nora, their perpetually-bored office manager... There was only one person who could appreciate his plight. He took a selfie, the boxes behind him, and sent it with the caption: "cleaning the garage, 108 degrees - wanna switch?" He knew that actually yeah, she would want to switch, she'd rather be anywhere other than where she was, now....
His cousin Laurie was counting the days till graduation - that day's report was 3 weeks, 4 days, 8 hours; she sent him a message with the updated time each day before going to school... She lived near Atlanta, and he didn't get to see her much, but she was starting school in Boston U. in the fall, and he was actually glad of the chance to see more of her. His mom didn't keep in touch with a lot of her family, but she seemed to like Laurie's mom - her cousin - and they did go to her son's wedding, last year. Laurie and him got to talking, and bonded over - of all things - their shared love of Twin Peaks and the new sequel, which then expanded to their hatred for the new president, and ecology, and more; come to think of it, they were spending a LOT of time chatting... Yeah, there was the ping, probably her. He raised the phone - and then looked over when he heard the side door opening, and his breath caught in his throat.
His mom was a large woman - he figured she was about 6', a bit taller than his dad, certainly much taller than his 5'7". She was 47, not exactly a spring chicken, and carrying more weight then she used to, but most of it was distributed in all the right places - her large, 36DD breasts, her big, perfectly-round ass, her thicc, shapely thighs - a large portion of which were now on display, as she seemed to only be wearing her 4XL football shirt. It reached to the middle of her thighs, and he sneaked a furtive look - no, IT wasn't showing... But those thighs - Jesus, a man could get lost between those... He gave himself a mental slap. ENOUGH!
She grimaced. "OH boy. Your dad WANTED to do this back in February, and I told him it was too cold... Did you try opening the doors?"
He nodded. "Yeah, too hot outside, worse than this."
She sighed. "Well, no one said this was going to be fun..."
There was silence for the next half-hour, as she was taking down boxes with documents from the large stack near one wall, sorting through them - some for scanning, the rest for shredding at the office and disposal. Rick was through with the comic books, which were easy to do - he had everything he wanted in paperback, and the comic books held no sentimental value for him. Trash! The movie magazines - Empire and Premiere, many of which were pretty old - were closer to his heart, but he HAD read all of them, and if he was to be honest with himself he was never going to read them again... He raised his eyes as his mom finished with another box and went over to the wall stack, to get another one. He watched her large buttocks swing inside the large shirt, the hem rising a little as she raised her arms to get another box, revealing a bit more of her shapely thighs. Just a little higher... He pulled the box of magazines almost violently, shoving the hard corner against his dick, hoping it will keep it down. No, not painful enough... December 2002, Best Bond Ever, 45 Best Rock 'N Roll Moments in Movie History... Arnie T3 Exclusive... Should he keep it? Think, man, think! concentrate on this, not on... Damn...
"Don't think too hard - just throw them all away."
He raised his eyes. "What?"
She put the box she was holding on the floor and straightened up. "You don't want to end up like uncle Seth." (her brother, the notorious hoarder). "His mantra always was: I might need this again, one day. Well, guess what?"
Rick nodded. "Yeah, he never did. I know, I just... It would be like letting go of my childhood or something, you know?"
She looked at him - a little strangely, he thought - then shrugged. "Well, sometimes you just have to take the jump, you know?"
He nodded, tossing the issue back into the overflowing box. Trash! He looked up at the wall near to him. 4 boxes of comics, 3 of movie magazines - off with their heads. Next up - 5 large boxes of his old toys, and then who knows how many boxes of old clothes...
"I think we can just take this whole side out. And we need to find where we can donate it, it's all good stuff, lots of people who could use this. Maybe I'll go up to my room and do a search..."
She nodded. "Yeah, good idea. Let's take them out, dad could bring Allen's pickup and take them."
