I would suggest you read both "Aunt Pat" and "Gram Connie" before reading this story.
My Mom, Sara is 45 years old. She has 2 children, my sister Becky, 28 and me, Matt 21. When you ask my parents how long they have been married, they both simply answer almost 30 years. Fact is they have been married 27 years and 6 months. Mom got pregnant with Becky when she was 16 and married Dad after my Grandmother had a talk with both of them that spelled out exactly what was going to happen and the story to be told. Grams saw to it that each continued their education and went on to college. To this day Becky thinks she was a premature baby.
My Dad is a big time accountant with an office in the city. Mom works 4 days a week at the store even though she doesn't do much. When I graduated from high school they started this Wednesday night out thing because dad always spends the night in the city on Wednesday because her has a staff meeting beginning at 7am on Thursday. Mom usually leaves home at about 5pm and returns at about 2am. Mom always spends all afternoon getting ready and takes a small bag with her. The few times I've been awake when she got home it she sure didn't look like she'd only been to dinner. Usually she was about three sheets in the wind and I wondered a couple of times how she even drove home. I think this is their night away from their grown son when they can fuck each others brains out.
The one thing I haven't told you in my two previous stories is that My Gram and her daughters are not pretty women. As a matter of fact they might be described as somewhat plain with big Roman type noses. All three of the daughters wanted plastic surgery when they were young, but Grams would not hear of it. Grams wears very little makeup, but the daughters wear a lot. They seem to be able to downplay the nose thing to their satisfaction. You never see any of them unless they are dressed to the nines and wearing the best and most expensive perfumes available. My sister and cousins all seem to have inherited their Dad's genes in as much as the nose thing is concerned. I on the other hand have a great big nose.
Mom is slightly overweight, but she carries it well. Her breasts and hips are somewhat large but her waist is very small and as a result she has an hourglass shape even if it is somewhat large hourglass. She is 5'2" tall and weighs about 140.
About 4pm on Wednesday afternoon, I was laying on my bed reading and wondering what I was going to do tonight. Aunt Pat had told me last week she had to attend a dinner with my uncle and wouldn't see me this week. Since it had been a tough week at the store I decided to just rent a video and stay home.
I hadn't seen Mom in a couple of hours and figured she was getting dressed to go meet Dad. I went to Mom's bedroom to tell her where I was going because she would probably leave before I got back. I knocked on the door and told her I was going out and she said she needed me to zip her dress before I left. I opened the door and entered. Wow Mom. Her back was turned to the door and she was just stepping into her dress as I entered. She was wearing a black strapless bra, tiny black panties which just barely covered the crack of her ass, a black garter belt and black hose. She hurriedly pulled the dress up as I walked across the room. As I waited for her to adjust the dress, I saw a black teddy on the bed next to the small bag she was taking with her. I zipped the dress, kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her to have a good time. From the looks of the arsenal of underwear she had on and was taking, Dad was going to be the one having a good time. Mom and Dad had not been getting along too good lately. I had heard them arguing a lot recently and she had spent a lot of time talking with Gram in the office. Usually after one of these talks it was apparent Mom had been crying.
I went to the video store and picked up a couple of movies. When I got home I put a pizza in the oven, took a shower and put on a pair of boxers. I took the pizza to the den and started one of the movies. About 9pm I heard the back door close. I jumped up and ran to the kitchen just in time to see Mom closing the refrigerator. She had a full gallon of wine in her hand. It was pretty clear she had already had a few drinks and judging from the looks of her mascara she had been crying. I asked what was wrong and she said nothing for me to be concerned about. She then said my Dad was an ass hole and they got into a fight and she decided to come home. She said she was going up to her room.
I gave Mom about 30 minutes to calm down, before I went up stairs and knocked on the bedroom door. She told me to come in and when I entered Mom was sitting in the middle of the bed propped up on several pillows against the headboard with the now half empty jug of wine under her arm and sipping from a full glass. She had taken her makeup off but was still wearing the same clothes she had worn into the city. I asked if she was all right and she said yes and told me it was nothing I needed to be concerned about.