Part 1
I was sitting in the living room, waiting for my mom to come home. This new job of hers meant that she was spending a lot of time hobnobbing with new clients, leaving me to house-sit all evening. It was really boring. You'd think that having the house to myself on a Saturday would be a dream for an eighteen-year-old, but none of my friends lived close enough for them to come over, and I couldn't go anywhere myself either. It almost felt like being grounded, except that my internet privileges hadn't been revoked.
Having my Xbox made the wait easier, but I eventually got bored with that too. This house-sitting thing had happened a few times recently, and playing the same games over and over was only entertaining for so long. What I really wanted to do was go to the gym, go running or drive in to town and hang out. Being stuck at home and
having
to stay here... that's what was starting to bother me.
Eventually, I switched off my console and tried finding a decent movie to stream instead. There, I found a pleasant surprise. The director's cut of
Justice League
had been made available, so now I had four hours of new entertainment to look forward to. Feeling perked up, I decided to make an evening out of it. I spent half an hour in the kitchen baking a pepperoni pizza, and once it was in the oven, I went upstairs to take a shower. Twenty minutes later, I was back on the couch in the living room with a steaming hot pizza and a bottle of Coke, dimming the lights and starting up the movie.
About three hours in, I heard noises at the door. Then the doorbell. It was just about an hour from midnight and I guessed - correctly - that mom had come home from her evening out. I hit the pause button and took a break. It wasn't the first. This was a
long
movie. I went to open the door. I suspected that, like the last time she had gone out, mom wasn't able to unlock it herself... and I already knew why.
This new job of hers meant a lot more money and responsibility, but also involved going out to restaurants and events, wining and dining important clients. Whenever she did that... she'd come home more than a little bit tipsy. Not falling-over-in-the-yard drunk, but definitely enough to make her struggle getting her key in the keyhole.
Out of habit, I looked through the peephole just to check that it wasn't a burglar who had made it all the way out here into the sticks. As I thought, it wasn't. Instead, there was my mom in her black party dress, half bent over, still trying to get the lock open herself but also ringing the doorbell every once in a while. Opening for her, she practically fell into my arms as a result of leaning against the door.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi, sweetie... oof... almost fell over there, heh!"
Looking down the driveway, I could see the company limo that had taken her home. I gave a wave and the driver set off, having seen mom getting home safely. I closed the door and put an arm around mom, leading her to the recliner chair in the living room.
"Ooh, this is nice... being carried to bed by my strong, handsome son." she cooed playfully.
"You're not heavy, mom. And we're just going over here, all right?"
I moved her towards the chair, but just as we passed the couch, mom grabbed the armrest and swung herself down on that instead.
That was a bit of a spanner in my works. I had planned to have the couch to myself and leave my drunk mother in the chair. I could take the chair myself, but it didn't have a great angle to the TV. The best place to sit and view the screen was the couch... which now had my mom slumped down on it, leaning up against the armrest.
I let out a sigh and went to the kitchen, getting some soda to drink for the both of us. I also took some of the leftover pizza and chucked it in the microwave. She could probably use something to eat. If she didn't, I'd have it. That pizza had come out really tasty.
When I returned to the living room, mom was trying to take off her shoes. Not succeeding, though. I placed the pizza and a glass for her on the table and kneeled down in front of her.
"Here, mom, lemme help you with that."
"Aww thanks, babe..."
I started to undo the laces on her high-heeled shoes while she ruffled my hair.
The laces went up past her ankle and some way up her leg. That's why she hadn't been able to untie them - it required a bit of dexterity. I also had to hold her by the ankle because she didn't sit still, and she started giggling when I touched her lower leg. She wasn't really ticklish, but she seemed to enjoy it when I held her foot a bit tighter.
I eventually got her shoes off and she pulled her feet up under herself as she curled up on the couch. I went to put her shoes away. They were really nice. Expensive. A benefit of her new high-paying job. Her dress was really nice too. As I returned to the living room, I took in the sight of my mom in her black attire.
She looked really classy. Her whole appearance was that of a truly beautiful woman - the kind who makes people turn their heads to watch her whenever she walks past. She was still only in her early forties, having given birth to me when she was very young. Her hair had been done up by some expensive stylist and she had a pearl necklace around her slender neck. The dress was short, the hemline stopping midway down her smooth thighs. Further up, it also had a deep but narrow cleavage, showing plenty of skin while keeping most of her firm bosom hidden from the world.
I figured that her beauty was part of the reason why her employer had placed her in charge of buttering up their most important business associates. The other reason must be that she was really good at her job. Having divorced my deadbeat dad just a few years after I was born, she had done amazingly combining her fast-moving career with raising me on her own.
She didn't seem that way now, though. Right now she seemed more like a drunken college student than a capable business woman. This was pretty new to me - she hadn't been one to get drunk too often until recently. Or maybe she had and I just hadn't noticed. Now I did, though, and whenever she drank too much, she'd get a bit weird like this.
I sat down next to her, deciding not to cede control of the best view of the TV. Figuring she'd fall asleep in a few minutes, I leaned back and started up the movie again. Mom took a bite of the pizza and drank some soda. Then she turned her attention to the screen.
"What are we watchin'?" she said, slurring her speech a bit.
"
Justice League
."
"Cool... isn't that an old movie? I thought..."
"Yeah, it came out a while ago but this is a new version."
"Okay..."
I did think it was kinda cool that mom knew about superhero movies. One of the side effects of having a mother who was this young, I guess. Sitting there next to me, she started watching the movie properly - even though she was three hours late to the party. I wasn't a huge fan of talking during movies, though.
