t was a creepy night. I gotta start with that. There was damp crispness in the air, as it had rained most of the day. In fact, this time in April, it seemed to rain every day.
I got out of my truck and stepped in a puddle. Damn! I always seemed to park right over the same puddle every time. I mentally reminded myself that I should fill it in the next time the driveway dried out as I slipped into the garage.
As I shimmied between my mom's car and the wall, I mentally ran through my checklist of why I was home. Two Xbox controllers, and a bag of Doritos. A bunch of guys from the baseball team were congregated at one guy's house, and we had run short of both Doritos and controllers.
I unlocked the door to the house, and closed it quietly behind me. It was already 10:45, and Mom was often in bed by then. I didn't want to wake her if I didn't have to.
The door had just clicked shut when from behind me I heard a sound that had no good connotations: Breaking glass. Especially to me, who it brought back flashbacks.
My mind immediately sank back to the incident last summer that had brought to climax events that had been building since before I was even born.
My mom was a seventeen year old high school senior when she had started seeing the contractor her father, the pastor, had hired to replace the roof on both the church and the rectory.
Her father, the good minister, had no idea that the roofer ended up nailing his daughter as well as his roof. After all, my mother was a good girl, straight A student, headed off to college in the fall.
Unfortunately, those plans fell apart when my mother became pregnant. Mom's cloistered upbringing had only taught her the evils of contraception, not the benefits, so nature took its course and I appeared.
The phrase 'shotgun wedding' may not have been wholly figurative in their case, and six months after marrying my father, my mother had me during a January snowstorm that was still talked about in the small town where we lived.
Even though my parents married, the pastor and his wife still wanted nothing to do with their 'teenage mother' daughter and her husband that was nearly twice her age. The fact that they saw me as ruining my mother's chance for 'making something of herself' did nothing to help my relationship with my grandparents either, and by the time I was in middle school, my mother just stopped trying to get along with them.
The most contact I had with my grandfather after that was to watch him rain down fire and brimstone from the pulpit every Sunday. Yes, even after everything that happened, my mother still attended his church, an exercise my father used to insult every Sunday when we came home.
Despite their earlier transgressions, I was an only child who grew up learning the roofing and general construction trade from my father from the time I was old enough to hand him nails.
My father became one of the more successful contractors in the area, his success due more to my mother's business acumen in taking care of 'the books' than anything else. In fact, by the time I hit middle school; Dad wasn't only building roofs but the entire house, and had several crews working for him at any one time.
From eighth grade on I spent summers working for him. Roofing, 'his first love', was the worst, so that was what I got stuck doing. Carrying 50 lb bundles of shingles around and spending all summer in the sun may have given me a cut physique, deep tan, and full pockets, but I hated every minute of it.
Mom knew this, and used it as an effective motivation for me to work hard in school. Despite my father's dream of me being a professional baseball player, which he had passed on to me, I just didn't have the skills, so I knew I had to make it at something else.
By the start of my junior year, I had gotten in the routine of studying a couple hours every night, even on the weekends. Mom usually sat in the living room, sewing, reading, or watching television as I would sit at the kitchen table, working through whatever mental obstacle high school had thrown at me that week.
That was what I was doing, working through a physics problem regarding refraction of light, when my father came in.
I could tell right away he was drunk. Dad's drinking had gotten progressively worse, and since today was Saturday that meant he'd been down at the bar since the doors had opened at noon.
I looked up from my studies to see dad holding one of my college brochures, squinting at me. He was looking for my reaction, which I gave by going back to my homework.
When my dad was drunk, he would decide that college was a waste of money, and that I could just work for him after graduation. To my mother, of course, this hit too close to home, and it was one of the few things she couldn't help herself from arguing with Dad about, even when he was drunk and unreasonable.
Having decided I wouldn't provide him the answer he wanted, he staggered past me into the living room. Thirty-plus years of manual labor, especially kneeling on roofs, had shot my dad's knees and back, and he walked with noticeable stiffness. Add in the balance of a drunk, and he was by no means striding as he went by me.
"What the fuck is this?!" I heard him loudly say to my mother.
Her answer and the next few minutes of their argument were drowned out by the headphones I wore while studying. What wasn't drowned out were my father's statements that "We'll spend the money on a new truck for him... He'll get more use from that" and "Over my dead body is he going".
I sighed, hoping that my father would finally come around to realize Mom wasn't budging when I heard the crashing of glass. Removing my headphones, I heard the sounds of struggle in the living room mixed with the sounds of the television.
Getting up, I leaned around to see the sight that was burned into my memory. Mom was leaning back in her rocker, fear in her eyes. Dad was leaning over her, his hands locked around her neck in a fierce grip.
Mom wasn't a small woman. It was only in the past two years that I finally past her 5'11" height on my way to 6'4". But dad was a bear of a man, 6'2", and easily 250 lbs, more fat every year, but still formidable.
Knowing what had to be done, I looked down to see my father's softball bat that we used in backyard games. It was a heavy wooden bat, much heavier than the aluminum bats I used in high school games.
The weight worked to my benefit though, as I swung it heavily into my father's ribs.
His breath left him in a big "Whooph" and he collapsed over the side of the chair, momentarily stunned and grasping for breath.
My mother, her own hands still touching her throat, looked at me. I saw the absolute terror in her eyes.
"Go upstairs and lock yourself in the bathroom" I said calmly. I offered her my hand, and helped her out of the chair. I could see the red finger marks around her neck as she ran past me and up the stairs.
As I stepped beyond the chair over my prone father, I could hear a door slam upstairs. Taking a deep breath, I put a knee in my father's back, I pinned him to the floor. Slipping the bat up under his head, I pulled back, raising his chin.
This was not the first time my father had threatened my mother, but this was the first time I knew of that he had touched her. It would also be the last.
I allowed Dad's breathe to return, and then pulled back on the bat, choking him as he had moments earlier choked my mother.
"That was your last strike. If you aren't out of this house in sixty seconds, my next swing will be at your head."
My voice was much calmer than I was. I released his head, tapping the back of his head lightly with the bat. I backed up from my father, wary that in his rage, he might come at me next.
A few seconds after my knee left his back; he raised himself up with his hands, and spun, looking at me. His face was a mixture of fear, surprise, and anger. I saw him size me up, so I took a light swing with the bat, reminding him of what had just happened.
He got the message, and slowly worked himself to his feet. He looked around, and not seeing my mother, headed for the front door, watching me the whole time. I stayed between him and the stairs the whole time, until finally he was out and I was able to close the door and set the deadbolt.
Memories of that night were running through my head as I slowly, but purposefully, stepped from the back hallway into the kitchen. Seeing no one, I looked into the living room, much as I had a year prior.
Mom had replaced the couch and chair since then with a sectional, so it wasn't her chair she was in this time, but rather the couch.
Her position and the man crouched over her, was much the same. I saw that they had knocked over the vase next to her, and saw that mom was struggling with this unknown male. "No-no... Stop" That was all I heard. There was no bat this time, but it didn't matter as I grabbed the guy and threw him on the floor. I jumped on top of him, one hand on his throat, the other cocked to unload a punch on his face.
"Who the fuck are you?" I growled, my eyes locked on his.
"I'm her date, you little prick. Get off me." He struggled a little, but was clearly overmatched in strength.
"Didn't look like a date to me. Mom, what's going on?" I looked over to my mother, who was trying to cover herself with the tatters of her shirt.
"He... he... too far" was all that came out before my mother broke down crying.
It was at this point her 'date' decided to punch me. The blow glanced off my cheek, but it didn't matter. He gave me an excuse, and I used it to land a couple hard lefts on his cheekbones and then his nose.
"What the fuck is wrong with you! Let me up" he screamed now, more fear and less anger in his voice.
"You need to go" I said, and stood up, bringing him with me. I'm pretty sure his feet didn't hit the ground until after I had run him into the front door, tossed it open, and tossed him out into the yard with a 'thud'. I stood on the threshold, watching him get up and stumble to his car, which was parked him the street. After he'd started it and squealed away, I turned away and went inside.
Mom wasn't in the living room when I turned back inside, but I heard movement upstairs, so I headed that way.
The master suite was at the end of the hall, and it was from that bathroom I heard water running. I stepped to the doorway, and saw mom inside, in front of the sink, washcloth on her face.
She stood there, her shirt in tatters, wiping her face. I watched her for a second, gauging her mental state, and then spoke:
"Mom, what just happened? Who was that guy?"
She finished wiping the remaining make-up off her face, and stared at the sink, rinsing the washcloth off as she answered me.
"Jerry was my date tonight. He... he wouldn't take no. Said I owed him." I could see her hands shaking as she said it.
She broke down again after that, crying into her wet hands. I stepped inside the bathroom and hugged her, pulling her close to me.
We stayed that way for awhile, her teary face pressed into my chest. Finally, as she calmed down, I led her out to her bedroom, and straight into the bed. Covering her up, I sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her arm as she shuddered into her pillow. The intensity of the moment was only broken by the buzzing cell phone in my pocket.
Having forgotten about my reason for coming home, I squeezed Mom's hand, and stepped into the bathroom to answer it. Telling my friend's something had come up and that I wouldn't be back, I hung up and stepped back into the bedroom.
Mom had fallen asleep now, her face on her tear-stained pillow. I shut off the light in the bathroom and went back into the hallway, pulling the bedroom door silently closed behind me.
Sitting in the living room by myself, I reflected on the months since I threw Dad out.
After the night I hit him, we never saw dad again. I made Mom get a restraining order for both of us, so the only contact we had was our lawyer talking to his.
Honestly, the rest of my junior year and start of my senior year didn't progress much differently after that. It wasn't like Mom had started dating every weekend or anything. She really seemed more focused on getting me into college and out of the house successfully. In fact, tonight was only the second date I knew she had been on.
I locked up the house, fishing the softball bat from the garage and setting it on the floor next to the sectional, where I settled to watch some television.
It was there I awoke the next day, squinting in the sunlight that was streaming in the window onto my face. I found myself under a blanket, and threw that off and sat up.
Stretching my frame from the curled-up position I had slept in, I set my feet on the floor, stretching my arms and shoulders.
I heard soft footsteps behind me, and turned just as Mom leaned over to kiss me.
"Good morning, Slugger" she said, as she kissed my forehead and sat down next to me.
Slugger had been her nickname for me since I was 7 and in T-ball, because I would always swing for the fences then, spinning myself around if I missed the ball, and sometimes even if I made contact.
"G'mornin' Mom. What time is it?"
"A little after eleven. I let you sleep in."
"Thanks, I guess. How are you doing?" I asked the question tentatively, unsure of the answer.
Mom looked out the window, hiding her face from me.
"I'm okay honey. Don't worry about your old mother."
"Mom, you're not old, and are you sure you're okay?"
She turned back to me, and I could see her eyes welling up again. I reached out and wrapped my arms around her again, enclosing her protectively.
She didn't bawl this time, but I saw a tear roll down her cheek.
"I just wanted to be young again. And date. And have fun. And..."
She sniffed now, breaking her sentence.
"Mom, its okay. It was one bad night."
"I know, but it always seems to happen to me. I always choose the wrong guy."
"Aww Mom, c'mon, it was one bad guy."
"Baby, if you hadn't come home..."
I felt her tremble a little as she said what both of us had been thinking.
"But I did Mom."
"I know."
Her hand came up and stroked my cheek now, and for the first time I realized how entangled we had become. Mom was half on my lap, her chest pressed against mine, and I could feel her breasts crushed between us. She was only dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, and I was breathing in her pleasant scent. One hand was pinned between us on my chest and the other continued to stroke my face.
"You've always been there for me, honey." She said calmly.
"Mom, you've always been there for me too."
"Not the same. This is twice you've saved me from..."
"Shh... Let's not talk about it."
"I feel like I owe you, somehow." She sounded like she had something else to say.
"Mom, you don't..."
"No, I do. I -- I don't know what to give you yet, but I owe you something special."
The phrase 'something special' triggered another memory, this one considerably different. It was from Homecoming the past fall.
Besides baseball, I played football and basketball like any good small-town athlete. My athletic prowess attracted female attention, but a lot of the girls just wanted some 'hot' on their arm, and ignored you if no one else was around. I didn't enjoy that, so my date to the Homecoming dance was Beth, a female friend who was already a freshman at the local community college. We weren't dating, but after the dance, everyone else coupled up, so we were stuck together in someone's basement surrounding by intertwined hormonal teens.
Deciding this wasn't for us, we'd slipped out, and I'd walked her home. At her porch, just before she went into her house, she'd turned around and said:
"I had a really great time tonight. I feel like I owe you something special."
That time, something special had been a quick blowjob on her back steps that ended too quickly with her spitting out my seed into the bushes.
I remembered it because that was as far as I had gotten with a girl. Mom's years of church and lectures had kept me from copulation, as had a reluctance to drink due to Dad's dependence on it.
As I sat there with mom, the memory of Beth's blowjob caused my cock to harden a little, a fact which didn't escape Mom's attention.
She blushed a little, recoiling from me just a little.
"S-sorry Mom. I didn't mean to." I blushed now, my face flushing with embarrassment of Mom feeling my boner.
"Its okay honey. It's a natural reaction, I guess."
"To what?"
"To having a woman on your lap. I guess I should be flattered that I can still get a man hard."
"Mom, you're still gorgeous. Your problem isn't getting them hard, it's what happens after."
Mom giggled, the first time she'd laughed since last night. She grabbed my head, pulling my cheek down to kiss it.
I could smell the shampoo in her jet-black hair, and my cock jumped again.
Mom giggled again, and whispered huskily:
"Is Mommy doing that to her little boy?"
I nodded, completely embarrassed now. My hands, which had wrapped around Mom, started to pull back now.
"Its alright baby. It makes Mommy feel sexy." She grabbed my hands and pulled them back around her, shifting her body so that she was fully on my lap now, her legs perpendicular to mine.
"M-mom?" I asked, confused.
"Shh. Just sit here honey. It makes me feel safe." Mom rested her head on my chest as she said it, her hand stroking my well-defined pecs.
I started to rub her back now, and I heard Mom make was seemed to be a purr. She lifted her head off my chest, and looked up at me.
I looked back at her, smiling, happy that she seemed to be over the night before. She smiled back, and then caught me completely by surprise as she stretched up and kissed my lips.
The first peck was a little beyond motherly, and the second was way beyond. I was too shocked to act as Mom's lips locked with mine, her hand slipping around my head and stroking my hair.
When my body unlocked from the total freeze Mom had put me in, I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss.
"M-mom?" I asked again, even more confused than the last time I asked it.
My mom looked up at me, a little shame and fear in her eyes.
"Please baby, I need this."
I wasn't sure what she meant as she kissed me again, but my teen hormones took over, and I kissed her back.
We sat there on the couch making out for what seemed like forever before Mom finally broke the kiss. Escaping from my grasp temporarily, Mom stood up, hovering over me.
Reaching down, she lifted her shirt up over her head, exposing her bra-less breasts to my virgin eyes.
Mom didn't have huge tits, and I won't lie and say they were perky like a teen's, but for a 36 year old woman, Mom had a great pair of C's.
With her height, she was a skinny woman, and her tits jutted out proudly, topped by a pair of silver dollar aureoles and erect, half-inch nipples that were at full attention.
Standing there, her long, thin arms stretched up behind her head, Mom watched me study her tits silently. Finally satisfied with my gaze, she leaned into me, placing a knee on the couch between my legs and shoving my head in between her breasts.
Not knowing what to do, I started to kiss and suck, finally finding a nipple which I captured between my lips and sucked like a hungry baby.
Mom must have liked what I was doing, because she moaned and gasped as I suckled her teat. She led me from one breast to the other and back, before finally stepping back away from me.
Turning back away from me, she flipped her curly black hair over her shoulder and bent in two, stripping her skin-tight shorts down off her body. She did have a baby-blue thong on, but that went with, showing me her heart-shaped ass and the beginnings of her pussy, topping her long, shapely legs.Mom had been a gym rat and runner ever since I was young, and I saw now that it paid off, as her legs would put most 20 year-olds to shame. She stood there, bent over, her long hair touching the ground, watching me as I studied her beautiful ass.
Her hands started to rub the back of her thighs, from her knees all the way up, and my eyes followed their path. Finally one disappeared around her leg, and I saw it appear between her legs, cupping her pussy.
Mom spread her legs a little now, and I was surprised to see that her pussy was completely shaved. I'd heard girls talk about shaving, and had seen it in magazines, but never in person. As far as I knew, my friends hadn't either.
As Mom rubbed her pussy, she saw my surprise, and purred:
"I like the way it feels when I run. So smooth."
With that, she split her lips with two fingers, showing me the bright pink inside her slit.
The sight of that made me involuntarily groan, and Mom took that as a signal, standing up and turning back to me.
Straddling my seated, clothed body with her naked one, she pressed her proud, full tits against chest, and leaned in close, so close I could smell her feminine scent.
"Baby, Mommy needs this. Will you help her out?"
Teen hormones and the feel of a naked woman overcame any hang-ups I might have had, and I nodded unevenly, unable to speak.
Mom took over completely now, kissing me fiercely, yanking my shirt up and off. Reaching between her legs, she undid my belt, button, and zipper. Standing up, she yanked me to my feet, no small feat considering the difference in our sizes.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled down my jeans and boxers, exposing my penis which at this point could hammer in a nail.
Gasping, she looked up at me, kissed the head, and said:
"My baby is a big boy."
Then she proceeded to suck me in, taking half of my dick into her mouth before coughing it back out.
Looking up at me the whole time, she kissed all over my privates, even taking my balls into her mouth and sucking them. She centered on the area of my scrotum between my cock and balls, an area that sent waves of pleasure through my body.
Groaning loudly, Mom reared back and swallowed my cock again, taking another inch this time. Her hand jerking me as well, she worked my cock, showing me how a real woman sucked.
My teenage balls were pretty overloaded at this point, and I tensed up, worried I may ejaculate too soon. Mom felt me tense, and popped my cock out of her mouth.
"Go ahead baby. Show Mommy how you cum."
She then dove back in, sucking me harder, up to three-quarters in her mouth now.
During the second my cock wasn't in her mouth, my brain caught up with the situation, and it was only a stroke or two after she put it back in that I felt my balls tense, and let go.
As soon as she felt my balls tense, Mom captured just the tip in her mouth, and guzzled down my semen silently.
When I was done, she ran her tongue over my sensitive head, catching any spunk she'd missed, before finally releasing my spent soldier.
I collapsed back onto the couch, releasing a big sigh. Mom leaned forward, still kneeling, resting her elbows on my knees. She looked up at me with a big smile, and I could see a little spot of spunk on the corner of her mouth.
She must have felt it too, because her tongue shot out and captured the spot, sending it to her stomach with the rest of my load.
"Does Baby feel better now that Mommy sucked him off?" She asked, her voice still husky in the heat of the moment.
I nodded, now too spent to speak.
"Will he recover fast enough to help Mommy out?" She asked, rubbing her tits on my knees.
I shrugged, unsure of my recuperative powers.
Mom looked slightly disappointed at my response, so she sat back now, spreading her legs wide.
"Maybe this will help" she whispered, as her hands moved to her pussy.
One hand split her lips wide open as the other started stroking her engorged lips. She moaned little at her self-stimulation.
Throwing her head back and jutting her chest out, she shoved two fingers into herself now, letting loose a loud moan that caused my cock to jump.
Fingering herself now, Mom's other hand went to her tits. Drawing circles around her nipple with her juice-stained finger, she cupped her tit, and licked a circle around the nipple, before sucking it.
The sight of her sucking her own tit while fingering herself could have raised a dead man's boner, much less mine, so when she looked up, she saw I was erect again.
Pulling her fingers out of herself, she traced a line up her body, around both nipples, and up to her mouth, where she sucked on her finger as she leaned back. Her other hand beckoned to me.
"Give your poor Mom what she needs" she said, her voice sex personified.
I jumped into action, kneeling between her legs, holding my own cock, preparing for entry. Mom helped me, holding her legs wide open for me.
I entered her slowly, feeling the warm sticky velvet of the first pussy I'd ever entered. Mom moaned loudly as I entered her, grabbing my ass and pulling me as I finally bottomed out deep inside her.
I pulled back, thrusting a little, not sure how fast to go. Mom quickly set the pace, her hands on my ass pulling me into her as she raced towards an orgasm of her own.
Once she set the rhythm she liked, she released my ass with one hand, and pulled my head to hers, kissing me fiercely. We fucked like that for several minutes until I heard her breathe get raggedy. Releasing my lips, she pulled me closer, moaning into my ear as her body approached climax.
"Harder baby. Fuck me harder!" She screeched, her hips slamming up into mine, slamming my cock deep into her cunt.
Then she came, hips arching, hands taking death-grips of my hair and right ass cheek. I tried to keep thrusting, but gave up, holding deep inside my mother as she orgasmed.
When Mom finally took a breath, she looked up at me, a huge grin on her face.
"I haven't cum like that since I was your age. Now do it again."
I went back to it, fucking mom for several minutes before she stopped me due to rug burn. She moved over to the couch, standing and bending over it, presenting a lovely picture of her dripping pussy from behind.
I stood up and entered her, lifting her body slightly to force myself deeper into her womb. The view from behind was excellent, mom's long, curly, black hair flying back and forth across her long, slender back, her ass cheeks split open by my invading cock.
After a few minutes in this position, the events of the day caught up with me again, and I started to feel my balls boil again.
I missed a thrust or two, and Mom noticed, and quickly spun around. Sitting on the couch, she jerked my cock again, looking up at me sweetly.
"Cum for Mommy. Cum all over her." She whispered, rubbing the head of my cock against her tits.
Her words did it, and I spurted again, this time all over Mom's neck and chest. As I tired from my second orgasm, I stepped back, and saw that Mom had two fingers buried deep inside her.
Seeing me watching, she pulled her hand out of her pussy, and grabbed my hand. Shoving it against her pussy, she said "Two fingers", and started to use the two I gave her as a dildo, fucking her pussy.
I had to kneel to do this, so I got a front row seat of both her use of my hands, as well as her rubbing my cum into her tits with her other hand.
"Another" she woofed at me, and I extended a third finger, feeling her pussy tighten around my third digit. I had started to take over, and it was less her fucking herself with my hand than me finger-fucking her.
"Another" she groaned and I stuck out my pinky, all four fingers sliding deep into Mom's pussy. Finally she let go of my hand, her pussy-stained hand grabbing my head and pulling it in for yet another kiss.
"Another" she said, and I lined up my thumb,pushingmy full hand into her. I was 6'4", I didn't have small hands, so I was not sure I would fit. I met a ton of resistance, but as my hand pushed fully into her, she came for the second time, and I felt her pussy shudder around my five fingers.
As soon as she came, her hands both locked on my wrist, holding me in her until she could finally take it no more and pushed my hand back out, her pussy struggling to collapse back to its normal size.
Mom lay there on the couch, panting, pussy coated in her own juices, chest and neck coated in mine, looking hotter than I had ever seen her before.
Pulling me in for one last kiss, she whispered "Mommy needed that baby. Thank you."
The week after my mother gave me 'something special' as thanks for pulling her date off her went by in a flash. Mom had put up a bit of a wall, both avoiding me but also being more affectionate when she did see me. As an 18 year-old guy I knew very little about being an adult, but even I could that she was conflicted about what had happened, and her inconsistent actions were reflective of her internal feelings.
In addition to the big Prom that was at the end of the school year, my school held a Spring Fling that provided a nice distraction as the weather changed. While Prom was serious, with girls planning their outfits and evenings for months, Spring Fling was traditionally very spontaneous, with guys waiting until the last minute to ask a girl, people trading dates mid-dance, and as many one night stands occurring as it could at a medium-sized high school.
Another tradition was that if girls didn't get asked by Thursday, they would seek out a date of their own. As I said, it was spontaneous and light-hearted. With my head being swamped by the situation with my mom, I didn't put a single second's thought to the dance until I shut my locker to find a girl standing there waiting for me.
As I said, my high school wasn't so big that you were lost in the crowd, but you didn't know everyone. Like I mentioned, i was a three-sport athlete from a well-off family, so my social status was pre-determined for me, even though I took as many 'college prep' courses as anyone. If a girl wasn't a 'brain', athlete, or a girl who always dated athletes, so I wasn't guaranteed to interact with her.
Apparently this girl knew me, however. Her name was Rachel. She quickly and confidently asked me to the dance. I accepted, not having any other plans, and not knowing anything about Rachel that would stop me.
We exchanged numbers, and over the course of that day and the next morning, managed to work out the plan for the evening of the dance. We even got a little flirty at times.
Mom was being extra affectionate as she helped me get ready that night, touching my arms and chest several times, and even rubbing her body up against me as she sighed about the "man I had become".
She even called me "Mark", which was surprising. She had always relied on my nicknames more than my given name.
Luckily she kept my goodbye peck PG, since explaining to my date why I already had lipstick on me could have been difficult.
The baseball season hadn't quite started, but we were practicing six days a week, so I had to meet Rachel at the dance.
I pulled up to the school in my truck fifteen minutes after the dance started. We were between rainstorms, but there was still a damp chill in the air. I saw Rachel waiting outside, looking a little chilly in her dress. I chuckled, knowing that it was always cold by the time the dance started, but it never stopped the girls from wearing way too little to the dance.
I rolled down the window, and said "Hi".
Rachel looked up from her phone and smiled back, clearly worried that I wasn't showing up.
Rachel was a small girl. She that Natalie Portman/Anne Hathaway look, dark hair, pale complexion, thin build. Her shoulder-length hair was curled, with parts of it pinned up. Her dark eyes, which were a perfect example of 'doey', were shining as she approached my truck.
"Hi! I just came out to call you."
"Ok. I just have to park. Do you want to come with?"
"Sure!"
Her enthusiasm lightened any darkness in my mood. She climbed up into the truck, and I pulled out to look for a parking spot.
"Sorry I was so late. Practice ran over. If I had known, I would have just showered and changed here."
"It's okay. It seems like a lot of people aren't here yet."
I found a spot and pulled in.
As Rachel opened the door and looked down at the drop, she clearly balked.
"Wait, I will come around".
I quickly hurried around the truck to her side. She still sat in her seat, turned towards the door, legs dangling. She clearly didn't like the idea of the drop in her dress and heels, but smiled at me.
"It looks a lot higher from up here".
"Yeah, sorry."
Focusing on getting the job done, I stepped in close and picked Rachel up by her armpits and set her down on the sidewalk.
She was clearly surprised at how forward i was about touching her, and how easily I had lifted her.
I was jacked, but Rachel had to only be 5'2, plus or minus and inch, and with her thin figure, she couldn't be much over 100 pounds.
I think she enjoyed the way I could pick her up so easily, and was unable to suppress a grin as I closed up the truck.
Being a gentleman, I turned to face her, and offered her my arm as we walked back to the entrance.
"You look great" I opined, and she really did.
Most high school girls didn't know how to dress up, but she did. Her strapless champagne gown accented her dark hair and light tan. It also showed off her thin figure. Her shoes gave her several inches of height, and I could tell she wasn't completely comfortable in them by the walking pace she kept. They also did nothing to prevent me from towering over her.
I felt her give me a squeeze as we neared the door, and I guessed that while Rachel wasn't known to me, I was known to her. This girl definitely had a crush on me, and was relishing the experience.
We entered the building and went through the process of getting into the dance. The next few hours were a blur of dancing and talking.
Rachel was determined to hold on to me, and she barely broke physical contact with me all night. Her 'touch' even escalated, blatantly grinding on me on the dance floor when she thought she could get away with it.
I found her fun, if a bit shy. She was definitely easy on the eyes, and it surprised me that I hadn't noticed her before. Maybe she was a late bloomer. By the time the night was winding down, I was getting bored with it all. As she broke her umpteenth conversation with a friend, Rachel looked up at me, our hands still intertwined:
"Let's go."
I shrugged, her aggressiveness not unwelcome since it got me the result I wanted.
As soon as we pass through the doors of the school, she pulled me to the side, between the school and the first row of bushes. Her hand cupped my head and drew me down to her.
Our mouths met in a quick, wet, kiss that made it seem she had wanted to do that all day. We stood there, making out for a couple minutes before we both heard the doors open and voices. Quickly popping out of the bushes, we headed off towards my truck.
I could hear giggling behind us and guessed that Rachel wanted us to be caught coming out of the bushes.
A gentleman again I opened her door first. She turned towards me,raised her arms and smiled, clearly expecting to be lifted in. I obliged, picking her up again.
Before I could set her in her seat; however, she locked her heels behind my thighs and pulled herself against me. Our mouths met again, and this time as we made out our bodies mashed against each other. Again our lip-lock was broken by nearing voices. I completed my lift into the truck, shut the door, and walked around.
I opened my door and climbed in. Rachel was bent in two, one shoe off, clearly feeling the pain of the 3-4 inch heels.
I started the truck, and pulled out. She slipped off the other shoe and massaged that foot, so I asked:
"Need a foot massage?"
Rachel giggled, though her feet were clearly in agony. "Either that or you just need to carry me everywhere."
"That might get awkward in the halls at school." We both laughed at that visual.
"Well, can your meat hooks massage my feet without crushing them?" She playfully stuck out a foot and touched my leg.
"Meat hooks? You seemed to like holding my hand tonight."
I was focused on the road so I couldn't turn to look at Rachel, but I could tell she was biting her lip before responding.
"I did. A lot. You were a great date. Where are you taking me next?"
"I thought we might go for a nice long walk." I said it straight-faced, and there was a pause before Rachel realized I was kidding and giggled.
"Again, not unless you carry me."
"Well, what do you want to do next?"
"I want to go somewhere private. Are your parents home?"
I shook my head no, and Rachel slid over to clutch my right arm.
"Good, let's go there then."
Since I wasn't going to be home that evening, Mom had taken the opportunity to go to the casino with our church. I laughed at the fact she was the youngest one on the trip by decades, but she enjoyed herself and it was good to see her get out of the house. The casino was hours away, so the bus didn't get back until early in the morning, which meant Rachel and I had several hours to ourselves.
I pulled my truck in and lifted Rachel out. Bowing to her demands, I threw her over my shoulder and carried her into the house, her laughter trailing behind us.
I set her down gently on the couch, and went into the kitchen to get us each a drink.
Coming back in with two waters, I caught Rachel checking out the place. Her face was mixed with surprise and pleasure, as if she expected my house to be in a dump of some type.
As I handed her the water and sat down, I realized that I had dumped her in the exact place where Mom and I had sex only six days earlier. My hidden embarrassment tied my tongue a little.
This seemed to make Rachel think that conversation was unwanted, so after a big gulp of water, she was on my lap, and we picked up where we had left off.
We made out on the couch for what seemed like an hour. We changed positions several times until we ended up her mostly on top of me. She broke our kiss suddenly, and reached over, taking another sip of water.
The water seemed to just be a stall tactic, and she spoke slowly now, her thoughts gathered.
"Mark, you were a great date tonight. Thank you."
I agreed, but I just smiled back, thinking she didn't want me to respond with more than that.
"I have had a crush on you for a long time, and when I heard you didn't have a date yesterday, I-I had to take my shot."
I smiled wider now, glad she had.
"Do-do you like me?" She was clearly nervous at my answer.
"Yeah, I feel like we just met, but I have had a great time."
"Is this more-more than tonight?"
"I think so. Why shouldn't it be?"
"Good." That apparently sated her doubts, and she dove back in, kissing me again. She forced me back until she was completely on top of me again. Breaking our kiss, she kissed my cheek, chin, and then down my neck. Her small hands worked ahead of her, loosening my tie and unbuttoning my shirt. Her lips followed, and when she had completely undone my shirt, she yanked it out of my pants, exposing my entire chest.
She was clearly in love with my physique, and her hands roamed my muscular upper body as she rubbed her cheek against it. She climbed back on top of me, rejoining our kiss, but I felt her hands head for my belt, and soon she had it undone and thrown away. Next went my pants, her hand sliding inside to find my cock tucked inside my boxer briefs.
She broke our kiss again, her body sliding down mine so she had better access to my junk. She stood up and removed my shoes, sliding my pants and underwear completely off. I lay there, watching her drink me in. As she did, Rachel reached under her armpit. I was confused as to what she was doing until I saw the zipper begin to lower. When it reached her hip, she tugged on her dress and I watched the tight golden fabric slide down her body as she pulled it to the floor.
Rachel had that kind of body only a teen girl could. She was skinny even without working out. Her muscles were lightly toned, but nothing like my mother's tight physique from the gym.
Beyond that, I was surprised at how similar their figures were. Both were brunettes, although Mom's hair was much more black where Rachel's was brown. Both had a great lithe figure, although Mom would probably kill Rachel for it. The main difference was height, since Mom had a good 9" on Rachel.
I would have compared more, but Rachel's breasts were still smashed into a strapless cream-colored bra that I barely got a glimpse of before she dove on to my dick.
Rachel was an eager cocksucker, but the only comparison I had were Beth and my Mom, and almost twenty years of marriage had taught Mom a thing or two, so 'eager' was about the best compliment that I could give Rachel.
She was clearly nervous, and barely touched my dick as she sucked it, almost afraid she was going to hurt it. After a few minutes, I decided I would rather see what was under her underwear than continue, so I sat up, and took her hand, pulling her back onto my lap.
Rachel followed, guessing why I had done so.
"Did I do something wrong?" she asks delicately. It was obvious that while earlier I had seen the confident Rachel, she was now out of her comfort zone and nervous.
I shook my head 'no' and kissed her, choosing not to hurt her self-esteem. If this was more than a one-night thing like I said, there would be time to teach her.
My hands roamed her body now, and quickly zoned in on her bra strap. Unfortunately, my hands defied me now, and I couldn't undo the tiny clasps.
Rachel broke our kiss and giggled.
"Meat hooks. Glad I didn't get a foot massage. You would have broken my foot."
I had to laugh too as she reached behind her and undid the clasps. Her arms were tight against her sides though, preventing the bra from falling away and fully exposing her tits to my eager eyes.
"Promise you'll be gentle with these?" Her eyes were alight with seductive feigned innocence.
I nodded, and chose to go in with my mouth rather than my hands. I kissed Rachel's shoulder and then her clavicle, moving towards her chest.
She sighed her assent, and loosened her arms, letting the bra fall into her lap. I threw it into our growing pile of clothes on the floor, and attempted to get a look at her headlights while I went in mouthfirst.
Her tits were a different shape than Mom's, but about the same size. I guess that was the difference between a perky teen girl's tits and a mom twice her age.
Rachel gasped as her nipple entered my mouth. I didn't really know what I was doing, so I just lightly sucked the nipple as my hand felt for her other breast.
I grasped it lightly, hefting it, before lightly stroking the other nipple. Rachel clearly enjoyed the stimulation, and I felt her shift in my lap. Thinking she wanted to remove her panties, I reached for them, but she stopped me.
"Sorry, those stay on tonight." Interesting, this was a girl who knew her limits.
I shrugged, and dove right back in to her tits. Deciding to test her limits, I rubbed her panties, feeling her warm pussy through them. I couldn't tell if she was shaved or not like Mom through the panties, but I could tell that her body was not in tune with her brain, as her vagina was ready to go.
As I played with her crotch, she decided to do the same, and stroked my cock.
Her inexperience showed again, with no technique, so I decided to take the lesser of the two evils.
I broke my kiss with her chest and sat up. Not knowing how to ask nicely, I shifted so that I could stand up.
I towered over the tiny brunette, my cock basically poking her in the face. Rachel knew what I wanted, and took my cock into her mouth again.
Maybe it was the position, but her technique seemed better this time. Feeling more in a teacher mood, I showed her how to massage my balls and how to lick up and down my cock, rather than just mechanically pistoning in and out. That change combined with the fantastic visual of this doe-eyed brunette mostly naked, looking up at me with lust, was enough to take me over the edge.
Trying to be a gentleman again, I grunted out 'Cumming' as my balls began to boil. Rachel's eyes widened, and she froze, clearly not sure what to do. I wasn't much help, as all I did was grunt again before my semen came bursting out.
Rachel was caught by surprise, and after the second shot, she coughed, pulling away, which caused the rest of my jizz to fall onto her leg. To her credit, she came back and and licked the last drop off my tip, and swallowed everything that had come in contact with her mouth.
We both looked down at the long milky streaks on her leg. She clearly wasn't sure what to do, so I broke the trance by grabbing one of my socks and wiping the streaks off her leg.
I then sat down back on the couch next to her, the late hour and the orgasm making me spent.
Rachel climbed on me, her head on my chest, her body half draped across mine, snuggling.
"That was fun" she said, clearly content with her place right now. I responded by draping my arm across her.
I don't know how long we lay there, but my eyes had definitely drooped when I heard Rachel say:
"What time will your parents be home?"
I shrugged, and then realized that wasn't a valid answer, said "I dunno. Two maybe."
"It's 1:45 now. I should go."
Not thinking, I said "okay".
As she stood up, she began to pull her dress back up. After she attempted to rezip her dress, she looked down at me watching me from the couch.
"Silly, you have to drive me!"
"Oh yeah" I groaned. I got up and dressed as well. I took our glasses to the kitchen, and when I came back, Rachel was ready to go, shoes in hand.
We headed out to the truck and drove back to her house, silent except for her giving me directions.
She told me where to pull over and I did. She unbuckled and leaned across the seats and kissed me deeply.
"Mark, I had a really great time tonight. I hope you did too."
I nodded, choosing to resume our kiss rather than speak.
Rachel broke our kiss and finally turned back to open her door. I unbuckled and started to get out, intending to help her.
"It's okay. No heels now. I can manage. If we're dating, I need to learn how to, right?"
It was good that it was dark, so that she couldn't my look of shock when she said 'dating'.
I didn't have a chance to respond before she said 'Bye' and lightly shut the door. I watched her walk up a few houses and then turn. Smart girl. Didn't let me park in front of her house where her parents could see.
When she was safely in the door I pulled out and headed home.
Mom had arrived home in my absence. Though I hadn't been gone long, she had come home and fallen asleep on the couch, right where Rachel and I had gone at it. I stood there and stared, worried that Mom would somehow know what I'd done.
But I realized there was nothing I could do tonight, so I went upstairs and passed out after a long, eventful, fruitful day. Apparently I had a girlfriend now.
I woke up the next morning to find I already had another 'thank you' via text message from Rachel, and a request to see me that night. I texted back that our first game of the year was at 4:00, but that I could see her after. That was fine by her, she would attend the game and meet me afterwards.
Mom, of course, gave me the third degree about the dance. I obviously left out the part where we came back to our house and got naked on her couch. I also left out the word 'girlfriend', but alluded to the fact that I expected to spend more time with Rachel. Memories of youthful events always got Mom nostalgic, and I got another kiss from her that bordered the line of 'chaste' as she told me how excited she was for me and how much she hoped I appreciated my last year of high school.
I spent a couple hours doing homework before I headed to the school to spend some time in the batting cage before the game. Mostly it was a way to burn off some of my nervous energy before we took the field. After a session in the cage, I had a good sweat worked up, and was ready to take the field.
Everyone had high hopes for our team that year. My class of seniors had a good group of players, and this was our last shot. Our goal was to leave a couple banners behind.
This was my third year of varsity baseball. My sophomore year I had substituted in a couple positions as coach tried to find a spot for me while getting my bat in the line-up. Junior year I was a fixture at first base. This year, coach had a junior who hit almost as well as me, but couldn't run a lick. I wasn't the fastest guy on the team, but I could surprise people with a burst, and covered enough ground out there to be decent. So back to the outfield I went.
Now watching my sports had always been Dad's thing, and the other fathers of guys I had been playing baseball with for ten years were probably the only group that took his side. So Mom stayed home and would watch our game on the school's television network to avoid any awkward situations.
Rachel, on the other hand, had come with a friend who was dating another player, and was planted in with the player's girlfriends. I knew that because of the one difference between the infield and outfield that got to me. The infield you were moving with contact every time. It was so much more intense. The outfield, well, I had a lot of time to scan the crowd.
The batting cage hadn't burned off all of my nervous energy, so when I got up in the bottom of the first, my first swing was way too aggressive, and I nearly fell out of my cleats. I could almost hear my mom say 'Slugger' in my ear. Until that swing, this team had apparently forgotten me from last year, because each of their outfielders took a couple more steps back after that. It didn't do them any good as I blasted the next pitch over their heads into left-center field. Sliding into second with an RBI double, I clapped my hands, a big grin on my face. Yeah, it was going to be a good season. I could hear our crowd cheering, and was able to pick out Rachel. Even from all the way out on second base I could see her grinning. This girl really did like me.
My double was only the start of it, and my team sent a message as we started the season with a blowout win. After the game I showered and changed since I wouldn't be going home. I came out to find Rachel leaning against my truck. She greeted me with a big kiss, her excitement from earlier still bubbling up.
Our plans were to grab dinner at the local pizzeria and then go out to a movie, but when we got to the pizza place, we found it overly crowded, so we decided to get our meal to go and eat at Rachel's house. I had planned ahead and changed into appropriate clothing after the game, but Rachel was still dressed in a tshirt with our school colors and jeans, so while her attire was appropriate for a baseball game or pizzeria, she insisted on changing before we went to the movie.
Rachel's house turned out to be a townhouse in a development that had been finished when I was in middle school. As we pulled in, Rachel explained that her parents had split when she was little, and she and her dad had moved to town only a couple years earlier. That partially explained why she wasn't known to me until two days earlier.
I parked my truck and we headed inside. We didn't have a lot of time before the movie started, so Rachel planted me at the bar that separated the kitchen and living room to eat as she ran upstairs to change. She had already scarfed down her slice as we drove back. She was a tiny girl who talked a lot, but she housed that pizza quite quickly. It was endearing. Mom had always told me to avoid girls who didn't eat in front of you.
I was just getting to the crust of my second slice when I heard the garage door open. I was a little spooked, since Rachel's dad was about to find a big, strange guy sitting in his house, alone, eating pizza. Rachel must have heard the same, because she bounded down the stairs to intercede.
For a girl who had just been eating pizza in a t-shirt and jeans, Rachel cleaned up quickly and nicely. Her brown hair was pulled back into a bun. She had changed into a flowery-print dress that fell to her knees and a thin black sweater to cover her arms. A pair of ballet-ish shoes were under one arm, and she was trying to put in an earring as she hit the bottom of the stairs and turned towards me.
I was just able to get out 'You look great' before the back door opened, and her dad walked in.
When you are a teenager meeting your girlfriend's father, there is always a bit of nervousness in the air. However, I think this meeting had to score off the charts on the 'awkward' scale. I said that I didn't recognize Rachel when she asked me out, but I sure as hell recognized her father when we were introduced.
Even if our meeting had been brief, I would recognize my handiwork anywhere. Because even after seven days, his face was still discolored where my fist had made contact.
Rachel's dad was my Mom's date from last weekend that I had beaten up.
I recognized him before he recognized me, so I stood up and tensed, wondering if we would have Round 2. He was focused on a couple bags of groceries, so it was after Rachel had greeted him and they dropped off the bags that she said "And I want you to meet Mark" that he finally took a good look with me.
I had no doubt he recognized me, because he tensed up as well.
There we stood, me one one side of the breakfast bar, him on the other with Rachel. Rachel was oblivious to the tension in the air, and recapped our afternoon and plans for the evening before finally saying:"My poor dad got mugged last weekend. He is still a little sore."
Mugged, huh? The lying sack of shit.
Rachel finally broke the trance by pointing out we needed to go. She ran back across the room to grab her purse.
Knowing she was in earshot but not that close, I walked around the bar, cornering him in the kitchen.
"It's nice to meet you sir. We will have to do it again sometime. And I am sorry to hear about the mugging. That's so rare around here. Might be the first one I have ever heard of. I hope they catch the guy who did it."
With that, I shook his hand, crushing it in my grip.
I saw him wince, and that was all I wanted. I let go, and backed away towards Rachel and the front door. Her dad squeaked out some response, and we were gone.
The movie, of course, was just an excuse for making out. I remembered only enough to pass a basic test, learning more about Rachel's make-out habits than anything. Afterwards, she seemed to want to continue the night, but I excused myself due to tiredness and dropped her off at home. Our schedules didn't align the next day as I had church and she had to work, so we parted ways for the weekend.
What I didn't admit to Rachel was that I was not okay with her father. I wasn't sure what I could or couldn't tell her, and needed time to think about it.
When I got home, Mom forced a recap out of me. Her maternal intuition had figured out I was more serious with Rachel than I had been with any girl up to this point, and she forced me to agree to allow her to meet Rachel. After that, I really was tired, and went to bed early.
When I got home from church the next morning, I told Mom I was heading to the batting cage and then planning to study with a friend. I packed my bags, and headed out in my truck. I didn't like lying to Mom, but since I knew Rachel was at work all afternoon, this might be my one chance to confront her father one-on-one.
I pulled up to their house and knocked. I guess he didn't check to see who was there, because when he opened the door and saw me he froze.
I stepped through the door and closed it. He backed up through the living room, obviously keeping between me and the back door.
"I assume you remember me" I said, sounding a lot tougher than I felt.
He nodded. "Back to hit me again? Maybe you would like to hit my daughter as well?"
His sneer and response surprised me. He didn't acknowledge he was in the wrong.
"Excuse me? I'm not the one who tried to force a woman..."
"Force? Your mother wanted it."
My fist clenched up now. He saw it, and stepped back.
"Do you want to be the victim of another mugging?" My voice dripped sarcasm on the last word. "Or maybe I should tell your daughter the truth."
"The truth? That you attacked me?"
He went on the offensive again, continuing: "Get out of my house, and I don't want to see you around my daughter anymore. You're just another mindless jock."
He grabbed the phone now, and started to dial. I realized I wasn't going to get what I wanted, so I decided to cut my losses. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned and left.
I heard the door slam behind me and lock. I was completely surprised. This wasn't the way I pictured the conversation going. I was now caught between telling Rachel what her father did, or resenting her for it. It was a no-win situation.
I did have to explain the situation to Mom. She was the only innocent here, and I didn't want her to find out somewhere else. I was thinking of how to break it to her when I pulled in our driveway and saw a strange car there.
Getting out, I quickly surmised the car was Rachel's. Realizing this was the second derailment of my plans in as many hours, I walked in.
I found Rachel and my Mom sitting in the kitchen, drinking coffee and talking like two old friends.
Mom saw me first, and smiled.
"There he is. We were just talking about you."
Rachel turned and her face lit up. Considering what had just occurred, that stung a little. Sooner or later, I was going to crush this girl's feelings. Swallowing that down, I put on my best smile.
Rachel was closer, so I leaned down and kissed her first, on the cheek.
"You didn't tell me you were going to stop by."
I leaned over next to kiss my Mom, also on the cheek.
Rachel responded: "I didn't plan on it, but I am missing an earring. I wanted to look for it here."
Mom jumped in: "Yes, Rachel was telling me what a wonderful time she had with you. I told her I wasn't surprised, my Slugger is a perfect gentleman." She clasped my arm at that.
Wanting to escape this conversation as quickly as possible, I turned the subject back: "Did you find the earring?"
Mom replied: "Yes, it was under the couch."
It was good my back was to her, so Rachel was the one who saw my eyes widen. Luckily she was quicker than me.
"Yes, it must have happened when we came back here to watch that movie." Her eyes screamed at me to follow her lead. With that, she changed the subject.
"So, how come you weren't at Mark's game yesterday? Or did he not want to introduce me?"
"Oh, I prefer to watch Mark's games from here. Baseball is such a slow, boring sport." They both laughed at that.
The conversation continued, with the two of them primarily talking. Rachel even stayed for dinner. After that, I really did need to study, so I walked Rachel to her car, where we shared a nice, passionate kiss before she departed.
Coming back inside, Mom was waiting for me.
"She is so nice", she said, a little sad-sounding. "So pretty too. You snagged a good one, Slugger. Don't be a guy and screw it up."
I should have told her about Rachel's dad at that point, but balked. Rachel's presence was too fresh. Instead, I just answered her in the affirmative and headed upstairs to study.
It was almost time for bed when I finally came back down. Mom was sitting on the couch, reading a magazine, TV on in the background. I stepped in to the room and stood in front of her.
"Mom?"
She looked up from her paper. What is is slugger?" "I-I wasn't at the school today."
"Oh-kay" She drew the word out, waiting for me to say more."I was at Rachel's house."
She looked at me, confused.
"But Rachel was here."
"I know, it wasn't her I went to see."
The confusion on her face was evident.
"It was her dad. He-he was the guy who... last weekend..."
I trailed off after that, not knowing what to say.
My fumblings were enough for my mom to make the connection.
"Jerry is Rachel's dad?" My mom withdrew into herself at that, arms crossed, legs folded up.
"I-I'm sorry Mom. I didn't know until last night. I tried to... I wanted him to apologize. But he didn't."
Mom didn't respond, so I sat down next to her. I reached over and touched her leg, trying to inject some comfort. Finally, she looked over at me.
"Does Rachel know?" Her voice was a whisper, almost scared.
I shook my head no. "She thinks he was mugged."
"Mugged. That bastard."
"I'm sorry Mom. I was going to tell you when I got back, but Rachel was here. I will break up with her tomorrow."
Mom was deep in her thoughts again, and didn't respond.
"That poor girl. She likes you so much. No, don't do that. She didn't do anything wrong."
"But Mom, what do I tell her?"
"I don't think you can, honey. She will take her father's side, just like you took mine."
She laid her head on my shoulder now.
"No, don't do that to her. We will have to find another way."
We both sat there silently for awhile. I must have dozed, because Mom had to wake me up and send me to bed.
I headed to school Monday determined to put Rachel's dad's failings out of my head and enjoy my time with the cheery brunette. She did deserve better, so I decided not to take it out on her.
I saw Rachel down the hallway before my first class. I smiled at her, but instead of her normal response, her eyes flashed in anger.
Storming up, her hand whipped out and slapped me, hard. I had no time to react.
"How could you?" I saw the tears start to form now. "How could you do this to me after what you did."
"Rachel, I went back over there to try and..."
"Try and attack him again, now that you knew where we lived?"
"Again?" My mind couldn't keep up. Something was off here. "Rachel, what are you talking about?"
"You did that to my Dad. He said you had some sick fascination with your mother, so when you saw them together, you attacked him."
The sick fascination comment led down a road I didn't want to go, so I only was able to stutter out "That's not what happened."
"Oh yeah? What really happened?"
I opened my mouth to tell her the truth, when my mother's words came back. She would never believe me.
"That's between me and him."
She slapped me again. This time I saw it was coming, but chose to take it.
"Fuck you. If you won't tell me, then there is nothing between me and you."
She turned away. I could see the tears start to flow as she broke into a run, arms tucked around her books.
Needless to say, our encounter had drawn a crowd, and I was surrounded by a circle of fellow students. Before I could even react, the bell rang, and our audience dashed off, now late for class, leaving me alone there in the middle of the hall.
My shock over Rachel's verbal assault had worn off, and now I was furious. Furious with her for being wrong, furious with her dad for being a creep, but most of all, furious with myself that I couldn't deal with this. Instead of class, I stormed out to the batting cages.
I took my anger out on the little white balls for a while, before deciding to call it a day. Our High School wasn't that big, and I didn't feel like dealing with all the eyes that would be on me the rest of the day. I went straight from the cage to my truck, and drove home.
After Dad left, Mom had sold the construction business. She now consulted with a couple of local municipalities, showing them where they could save money on capital projects. The income from that let us live comfortably, and it also meant Mom got to work from home.
I wasn't sure if she would be there or not when I got home. She continued her gym regimen, plus a number of clubs and groups. So when she came downstairs after I stormed in, I wasn't surprised.
"Mark, what happened?" She must have known I was really upset, there was my real name again.
"Rachel. Her dad... .lied... Broke up..." I was still so mad. I wrenched open the door to the fridge to get a drink. My lack of tenderness with the appliance did not go unnoticed.
"Honey, easy on the fridge. It's not at fault." She moved closer to comfort me.
"Who is Mom? Poor Rachel? She just listened to her dad. No? So I guess its my fault."
Mom realized comfort wasn't going to cut it, so she stepped in.
As I have said, my Mom could be assertive when she needed to. This was one of those times. She pushed the fridge door shut and grabbed my chin to face her, unafraid of my wrath.
"This is not your fault. You tried to do what's right. Unfortunately, there was nothing you could do. This was just bad luck."
She was right. I sighed, and leaned against the counter.
Mom started to say something, and stopped. Instead, she closed the gap and put her arms around me. I responded, wrapping my arms around her tightly.
"You are a big, strong, smart, handsome guy. There will be plenty of girls."
I smiled back. "Thanks Mom."
I could smell Mom's perfume as we stood there, clutching each other. I could feel her shift her weight and breathe in, smelling me as well. I couldn't smell great after my time in the batting cage.
"Mom, I am going to take a shower."
That seemed to break her out of her thoughts, so she nodded and backed away. Before we completely broke contact though, she leaned up and give me a kiss. The kiss toed the line of appropriate or not, and made me think of what Rachel's dad had said to her.
I made my way upstairs and into the bathroom. I whipped off my clothes and got in the shower, enjoying the hot spray. I was putting shampoo in my hair when I felt the airflow in the room change. My eyes were closed, so I paused, then finished with the shampoo and started to wash it out when I heard the shower curtain move. It was a second or two before I was able to crack my eyes.
When they did open, I was surprised to see Mom standing there, naked, pulling me into an embrace. Our mouths met for another kiss. There was no doubt as to the meaning of this kiss, and we didn't break until we both needed to catch our breath.
"It's my fault, Slugger. So I want to make you forget her."
"Mom, you don't have to..."
"Baby, I want to."
With that said, we kissed again. This time our hands began to roam, hers to my chest, mine to her butt. They were still there, kneading her tight ass, when our kiss broke again.
"Especially since you fucked the little tart on my couch." Mom smiled at my knowingly. "Lost an earring while watching a movie, my ass."
"Your ass" I gripped her cheeks tightly at that, eliciting a yelp. "We didn't have sex Mom."
"No?" She asked, wondering if maybe Rachel was telling the truth.
"No, but she did give me a blowjob. And she leaked it all over your couch."
Mom grabbed my cock now. "That little slut. I would rather you fucked her then stained my couch with cum."
We both laughed at that.
"Mom, isn't that the same couch we had sex on? I am pretty sure we left it worse."
"Yes, but its my couch. I can do what or who I want."
Mom's jealousy of Rachel was still evident to me as she dropped to her knees and engulfed my cock. If the little teen had sucked me off, she had to as well.
The cramped shower did us no favors, and while Mom's technique again had me in heaven, I was becoming afraid of slipping and falling in the tight confines. I tried to resist the urge to stop her, but finally, I tapped her head lightly.
"Mom, let's move somewhere more comfortable."
Mom quickly spit out my cock and started to rise.
"You're right Slugger, this tub is killing my knees."
We exited the shower. I only had one towel, which I chivalrously offered to my mother. She declined, and ran down the hall giggling, and nude to her room, water dripping behind her.
I followed, drying off as I went. I found her in her own bathroom, quickly toweling her tall, lithe body. I sat on her bed admiring her. Long legs, toned from endless miles in the gym. Her ass, something I know she prided herself on, a beautiful heart-shaped adornment on top of those legs, not an ounce of fat on it. Her hips and stomach, also trim and proportioned to each other. Her tits, sagging slightly due to their size and age, but still well rounded and attractive.
Her jet-black hair, wavy now due its wetness, draping down over her neck and shoulders. Her face, looking back at me with a knowing smile, eyes burning with want.
When Mom had toweled off to her own satisfaction, she reentered her bedroom. I sat there, covered only from waist to knee by the towel, which was tented from my arousal.
Mom sashayed up to me, no towel hiding her body. When she reached me, she leaned down and lifted the towel off my lap, exposing my flagpole. She then leaned in to kiss me, whispering "No more encouragement necessary for you, you are ready to go."
With that, her mouth locked on to mine. Her hand on my shoulder pushed my upper body back as she straddled me. When I was comfortably lying back, her other hand reached underneath us, found my cock, and prepared me for entry. Mom's body didn't need encouragement either, and with a muted grunt, she easily sunk my length into her snatch with one hard push.
Mom was completely in control. Her pace had no urgency to it, rocking back and forth on my cock as our tongues intertwined. My hands were free to roam her body, so I took advantage. I started at the top, rubbing down her smooth arms, taut in the exertion of supporting her body as she rode me. Next was her back, muscles clenching and relaxing as her torso rocked forwards and backwards. Her taut sides led to her stomach, where she giggled as I brushed lightly across her tight abs.
My hands headed north again, and found two handfuls of breast. Mom enjoyed my touch and sat up, her torso vertical over me. She couldn't rock as easily in this position, but she still found ways to continue our fucking as I mauled her tits. When my hands weren't enough, She pushed one hand away, cupped that tit, and leaned over to feed me the nipple. I suckled lightly, my lips and tongue increasing her level of stimulation.
When she tired of that position, she pulled her tit away and leaned down to kiss me again, smashing our bodies together. My hands were left empty, so they found her ass and latched on, cupping that beautiful bit of flesh, kneading the cheeks as my cock split her in two.
I was still enjoying her ass when I felt my balls begin to boil. Remembering that during our last session she had taken my loads in her mouth and on her tits, I urgently called out my imminent explosion.
"Mo-mom... I'm gonna cum".
I am not sure if she didn't hear me, didn't care, or didn't want to stop, because Mom didn't respond. A moment later, I felt my cock jerk, spewing semen up inside my mother's pussy.
Mom felt it too, because that set her over the edge, and she alternated freezing and jerking, her pussy spasms around my cock milking my cum out of me and into her. When I was finished, I finally exhaled, and mom did too, both of us spent from the hard fuck session. She rolled off of me to the side, and we both dozed off.
I woke up what seemed like hours later, extremely hungry. Mom was nowhere to be seen. I discovered she had cleaned me up while I slept, though I could see the spot on her sheets that our bodily fluids had left.
While Mom had cleaned up my spunk and her juices, that did nothing for my sweaty body. I still needed that shower, but right now my stomach had priority.
I wandered to my room, threw on some clothes, and headed downstairs to find sustenance.
Mom was nowhere to be found, but she had left out a lunch spread for me. Smart woman, she knew that after our 'workout', plus my time in the batting cage, I would be ravenous. I attacked the food, the morning's events finally sinking in.
My first concern was for my mom. She obviously wasn't that upset with what had happened, since she had made me this great lunch, but considering her split personality after our last encounter, I wondered what she was feeling this time. I was feeling a bit guilty myself, but I was a teenage guy, and the thought of having someone in my own house to fuck was exciting. Especially someone as beautiful and exciting in bed as my Mom.
Her absence made me wonder if she was having second (or was it third) thoughts. I looked at the clock and saw it was still early afternoon. Maybe she had a previously-scheduled appointment. I wasn't normally home at this time, so I didn't know. I decided after my shower I would call her.
As I finished eating and headed up to shower, my thoughts now turned to Rachel. Though our interactions had been short, I had found her a great companion. She just had one major flaw. But that flaw was going to make it impossible for us to ever find common ground, it appeared.
I was still thinking of how I could have handled the situation differently when I got out of the shower. Confronting her father was definitely the wrong move, but it had only hastened the inevitable.
My stomach full and body clean, I finally took the opportunity to call my mother's cell phone. She didn't pick up, and I didn't bother to leave a message as I had nothing to say. I was sure she would be back soon.
I was wrong, and it was several hours later when the sound of Mom's garage door awoke me on the couch. Before my nap, I had studied as much as could before hitting the proverbial wall.
Looking at the clock, I realized that my earlier plan of going to baseball practice wasn't happening. Considering I wasn't at school all day, Coach wouldn't have welcomed me anyway. Luckily we didn't have a game that day.
I stretched out and stood up as Mom came back in. She was humming to herself, which meant she was in a good mood. I assumed that meant I would get 'touchy-feely' Mom.
I met her at the door to the garage. She didn't say anything, just gave me a kiss on the cheek and walked past me. Confused by her lack of communication, I followed.
Mom was in the living room. She slipped off her coat. As she did, I took stock of what she was wearing. Her top was a tight, ribbed red turtleneck sweater and a pair of tan stretch pants that toed the line of 'painted on'. Her ass was half-covered by the sweater, but the exposed half looked fantastic. No panty line either. She sat down and patted the couch.
She was on the short side of the couch, so next to her was really perpendicular to her. I sat down, still unsure what her behavior meant.
"Honey, we need to talk."
Not a great start.
"This morning was a lot of fun, but I spent a lot of time thinking about it, and it isn't the healthiest thing for you."
I wasn't sure what she meant by that. It was a great workout.
"So then I thought about why it happened, and what Rachel did this morning."
"Mom, I'm fine" I interjected.
"Let me finish." Nope, this wasn't touchy-feely Mom. I sat there silent.
"What Rachel did wasn't fair to you. But, you put her in the middle of a situation that wasn't of her making. That wasn't fair to her."
Was Mom blaming me?
"And you two are such a cute couple. She is such a fun girl. I couldn't let my baggage ruin what you guys had."
"Mom, you didn't..." That was all I got out before she raised her finger in a 'shush' motion. Yup, this was a motherly lecture. I was just going to have to sit here and take it.
"So after spending some time thinking about it, I realized that I was the only one who could solve this."
My confusion increased at this point. What had Mom done?
"So, I met Rachel after school today. Needless to say, she wasn't happy to see me. Wouldn't even talk to me at first."
Mom sighed now.
"But I wouldn't give up that easily. I finally got through to her when I showed her the bruises on my neck." Mom pulled her sweater away from her neck now, and I could still see a faint yellow outline.
"I have been hiding them from you, Slugger. I saw how mad they made you last weekend."
She was right. I hadn't even noticed them in a couple days.
"But Rachel saw them, and that was it. We shared a good cry, and she apologized for not believing you. Apparently something similar happened in their last town, which was why they moved here. There may have been something with her mother too, but Rachel was too young to remember."
Mom looked close to tears now.
"The poor girl. Jerry has never touched her, she swore, but she knew it could happen."
My mood was moving from confused to angry now. I had never thought about that asshole hitting his daughter. The realization I might have missed it raised my hackles.
Mom, even in her emotional state and without me saying a word, could see my mood change.
"Easy, Slugger. So Rachel and I spent a while driving around, just talking. She talked about what a gentleman you were, how unlike her father. I explained to her how unlike your own father you were. Finally, we came to the conclusion that it was probably best that she move out. So we went back to her house. We didn't intend to confront her father, but he came home while we were there."
My hackles raised up again, as I looked Mom over for any sort of injury.
"No honey, nothing happened. Jerry was... resistant at first, but Rachel, that girl has fire. Whatever she gave you this morning, he got double. Finally he broke down. I won't get into details, but he has realized this behavior is not tolerable."
"So where's Rachel?"
"Well, at first she was going to come here, but honestly, I think it would be uncomfortable for you two to be under the same roof, and after what we did twice, I thought it was best she not be here."
I nodded, wondering if Mom meant that we could continue fucking.
"I have a friend who has an empty house to herself because her daughter is off at college. Rachel is going to stay there for now. We are going back later tonight to pick up more stuff. We told Jerry she is moving out, and I think he accepted it."
I nodded, my mind swimming. I realized how strong my Mom really was to have done this.
"Now you."
"Me?" My voice came out in a squeak. Was I in trouble too?
"I know you were trying to help, but you put that girl in an awful predicament. You weren't responsible, but you definitely didn't help the situation."
I shrunk, having come to the same conclusion myself.
However, I know as well as anyone that you can be counted on to do the right thing."
I nodded, not acknowledging the compliment.
"Rachel, she's going to be in a tough place. Remember how you felt after Dad left? When you knew who he really was?"
I nodded, though I wasn't totally in agreement. I knew who Dad was before I put a baseball bat in his ribs. That was just the occasion when I did something about it.
"Rachel, she is still in love with you. If you hurt her, I will show you where your swing really comes from. So you are going to treat that girl like a princess or answer to me. Do you hear me?"
I nodded now, cowed. My mom never talked like this. The mother lion had put her paw around Rachel, and no one was going to hurt her new cub.
Mom softened now, looking at me.
"Slugger, you have been through so much. Obviously, I have made some mistakes the last couple weeks, mistakes we can't repeat, right?"
Mistakes? I guess that meant no more sex. I wasn't in agreement again, but said nothing.
"We need to focus on Rachel now. Your old Mom will be fine." With that, she leaned in and we hugged. I could tell she was keeping it together in front of me, but she had to be at the end of her emotional rope.