Jason slammed the door more vehemently than he’d intended. It was so quiet inside the house from no one being in it that the force of the slam shook the walls and seemed to ricochet off every surface, ringing and echoing hollowly in his ears.
Jason had been counting on the sleepover all week. It had buoyed him up every day, he’d told himself he could make it through what had proven to be a really shitty time in his life if he could just survive until Friday night. It just seemed like everything that could go wrong lately had been going wrong. He was failing geometry and history. The basketball team had lost four consecutive games in a row, and their coach seemed to be blissfully unaware he took out his frustrations on the young impressionable boys he coached, and he screamed things at them in the locker room that, if the parents and faculty knew, would undoubtedly have him fired. But basketball was too important to the school. It was simply a big fuckin’ deal. Also, Jason’s car had broken down, and he’d had no time to work on it or take it to the shop.
People didn’t realize the pressure kids his age were under. It was also something unspoken and merely felt… His mom and dad had divorced that year. Jason knew he hadn’t really let it in enough to deal with it yet, he was successfully blocking it out to take care of more pressing matters. His mom was financially broke. His dad had been a wealthy and successful attorney, and they lived in a gorgeous two story in the suburbs. When his dad left, with no provision to her or his son (It was generally assumed but never talked about that a much younger woman was involved) Jason’s mom started to struggle to pay bills. She’d had to take a second job… She was very attractive and a younger mom, only 34, for she’d become pregnant with Jason at fifteen, and his father had come from a family whom honor and name meant everything. Jason’s dad had chosen to stay with his mom and support her and his child, and eventually he married her.
Kerri, Jason’s mom, was a very loving and doting mother to him always. She fussed over him and hugged him a lot and worried over him in typical mother style. But lately… Her attractive smooth unwrinkled face had been pained from stress. She seemed tired all the time. Her forehead was perpetually creased in worry. A couple of times she’d snapped at him uncharacteristically when he didn’t do something fast enough she’d asked him to. It was obvious she’d felt really bad when she did it. She almost looked like she’d been about to break down and cry.
Jason hated seeing his mom like that. The sleepover scheduled for Friday night at Pete’s had been the balm to his soul all week. He knew they could chill out and hang in Pete’s cozy room and crank up the music too loud and play video games and watch porn all night long because Pete’s parents were away on a trip to Pete’s. grandmother’s. The hell of the past week would simply melt away.
But suddenly that night without warning, before the pizza had even arrived, Pete’s dad had come barging in through his door.
Pete’s father held up a plastic baggie in front of both of the boys. “Do you know what the meaning of this is, son?”
Pete’s jaw dropped. Jason was floored to hear his best friend utter, “Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk.” Pete’s parents had no tolerance for bad language.
“Yeah. The school called, Pete. Your mom and I just drove all the way back. Your ass is grass. Weed is unacceptable. I don’t want my son smoking marijuana. Your car is gone and you’re grounded for a month. Jason, I apologize for this, but you need to leave now, son.”
So a few moments later, Jason found himself in his kitchen, the house empty and deathly quiet. His mom was working that night. He was starving and irritable. Nothing sounded like fun anymore. It had all been ruined by Pete’s stupidity in insisting he wouldn’t get caught bringing the weed he’d scored to school and subsequently forgetting it in his locker.
Jason sat himself in one of the high chairs that stood before the bar in the kitchen. It was a neat little place. It had wooden mini blinds that when opened looked out into the living room. They were closed now. He was comfortable in the high chairs because he was so tall. 18 had marked a year where for some reason he’d sprouted like a bean stalk.
It had also brought something else along with it. He was a teenage guy, so naturally he was horny all the time. But lately… It seemed stress had only increased his sex drive. In fact, the more things became harder to deal with as of late, the more his body seemed to need release. He’d woken up every morning that week with raging morning wood. A couple of strokes had him exploding all over his stomach and groaning harshly in the early morning darkness. But it only seemed to come back with a vengeance. It was like his body couldn’t get enough.
He was ruminating on this and a thousand other things of annoyance when suddenly he heard his mom’s voice. He was about to call out, “Mom, can you cook me something?” when he heard something that made him halt in his tracks.
It was the sound of male laughter.
A deep voice intoned in the silence, “So your name’s Kerri, right?”
Jason didn’t like the guy’s tone. It was flirtatious and openly sexual. Then he heard his mom’s voice in answering.
She laughed. “Yeah, duh, I’ve told you like a thousand times. Do you always forget the name of the girls you go home with?”
Something rippled through Jason’s body. His mom’s tone was sexy and young and flirtatious, and it reminded him of the way some of the girls in his school would hang by the guys’ lockers and talk to the guys. It stirred something to life in him.
Jason moved his hand to slightly crack open the blinds. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
His mom looked almost ten years younger. He’d never seen her look so beautiful. She never wore make-up anymore, though she was naturally pretty. She didn’t have a lot on… But she’d done something soft to her eyes, and the effect was overwhelming. Her lips were painted lightly by a soft pink orange lipstick. Her face was undeniably sensual looking. She’d curled her long blond hair, and it hung in sexy free ringlets all around her shoulders.
And what she was wearing… Jason’s mouth began to water against his will. It was a dress he’d never seen before. It was like a halter dress made of black silky slinky material that clung to her every curve. The straps were thin, and the dress showed off her cleavage… He found himself staring hard at his mom’s tits. They were full and gorgeous. Perfect large natural breasts. He’d never noticed how shapely and perfect her ass was either. She was a work of art. And it was mostly in the way she seemed so happy to be around that guy. He was bringing out the best in her, some fresh youthful essence in her not used in a while but obviously never forgotten.
And Jason was all too aware that he was hard as a rock and straining against his jeans.
The anonymous male suddenly walked up close to Jason’s mom. Jason got a good look at him. He was floored to realize the guy couldn’t be more than five years older than he was. And he was a good looking guy, even though Jason was straight you could tell those things. Jason was surprised his mom would be interested in younger men.
“Kerri,” the guy spoke softly. “Look. I really like you. I know you’ve been going through a hard time. Why don’t we do exactly what we both want to do. I know you want it. It’s written all over your face.”
Jason watched the play of emotion on his mother’s unforgettable, gorgeous face. A look came across it suddenly, and Jason knew he’d never forget that look. The lust and desire was written all over her features.
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