Everyone in the small Bible belt town of Milan, Oklahoma thought Mary was putting on a brave face by not shedding many tears at the funeral of both her son and her husband. The actual truth though was a bit more complicated than all that with the reality being she was relieved to be out from under both her over bearing husband and her mean spirited son.
The two of them had been out drinking one night a week ago, getting hammered as usual, when her Joseph lost control of his old pickup truck out on route 10. He ended up crashing into a telephone pole, killing them both.
While she warned Nathan, her son, plenty of times about drinking and driving, she dared not warn her husband though as nobody could tell old Joseph, as he was known around town, anything. Nope, old Joseph, sixty one and as stubborn and ill-mannered as a mule, was an ex-marine and a self-proclaimed expert on nearly everything. Much to Mary's sorrow though, the one thing he was not good at was being a decent husband or a good father.
Now at the ripe old age, it seemed old to her anyways, of fifty one, Mary was alone in this world except for her adoring grandson, Nathan Jr., aka Nate, or little Natey as she affectionately called him at times when they were alone and enjoying a quiet moment.
Now she would—finally- get to spend some quality time with her now eighteen year old grandson. Prior to both her husband and son's untimely demises, over the years, they pretty much prevented Mary from spending any quality time with him.
Her son, damn him, was particularly hard on Nathan Jr., proclaiming, "That boy is pussified enough already without you making things worse Mom by treating him all sweet and nice. The world is anything but sweet and nice and he needs to learn that."
In her own marriage, Joseph had prevented her from showing anything but the barest of kindness to her son growing up, because Joseph feared his kind hearted wife would turn their son into a "mama's boy".
She was only sixteen when she made the mistake of marrying the hard bitten, hard drinking marine, twelve years her senior. A mere nine months later, in an extremely hard delivery, she gave birth to Nathan. She would, sadly, be unable to safely have any more children after this first rough delivery.
Her marriage to Joseph, after a brief honeymoon period where he treated her relatively well, quickly became, on the best of days, tedious, and on the worst, downright ugly.
His overbearing attitude on child rearing was a real bone of contention between them as Joseph loved three things more than anything: the marines, the bible, and strict discipline. While the strict discipline stretched to all parts of life it was, in particular, apt in summing up his view on raising children.
Raised in the Bible belt by ultra-conservative parents who instilled those same strict values in her, Mary never seriously considered divorce. She was simply expected to tough it out and hope for the best and that is exactly what she did up until the day both her husband and son died.
Nathan was nineteen when he knocked up his girlfriend, Alison, an older, fun loving twenty three year old blond, ex- high school cheerleader, and at his father's insistence, he did the right thing by marrying her.
Her son's marriage, much like her own, was nothing to brag about. This was thanks mainly, like in her own marriage, her son's hard driven and hard drinking ways. He worked construction and made good money allowing his wife, Alison, to spoil little Nathan Jr., at least until he started to get older and Nathan's drinking, and gambling, started to take a toll on the family finances.
After a particularly brutal fight, which turned physical when Nathan slapped the living shit out of his wife a good three or four times, Alison packed up her bags and moved out. Little Nate was only six years old at the time.
When she tried to take little Nathan Jr. with her, his father flew into such a rage, threatening to kill her and her damn son, and then, of course, himself, Alison caved and left without her son.
Six months later, and two failed attempts to reconcile her marriage, Alison moved to California, intending on sending for her son when she got settled.
A series of bad boyfriends and dead end jobs never gave Alison the needed comfort in bringing her child to California. Adding to her angst, was her now ex-husband swearing if she tried to gain custody of her son he would take Nathan Jr. and simply disappear.
Knowing her ex-husband was not one to make idle threats, Alison caved, settling for a long distance phone call and letter exchanging relationship with Nathan Jr. as he entered his formative teen years.
Mary actually, once or twice, tried to talk sense into her son by telling him Nathan Jr. might be better off with his mom but both times ended in failure. When Joseph got wind of her "needless meddling" he told her in no uncertain terms to "butt out" of their son's business. After that she suffered in relative silence at the situation.
Now with both Joseph and Nathan gone, Mary feared Nate was going to run off to California to live with his mother, but such fears proved to be groundless after Nate suggested she sell her house and move in with him.
Thinking a fresh start would be good, and it wasn't like the house she lived in with Nathan contained anything but the barest of happy memories, Mary readily agreed.
Mary, wanting a fresh start beyond just having a new place to live, underwent a complete transformation. She went on a strict diet, took up yoga and started hitting the gym religiously, allowing her to be in the best shape of her life. Spread out nicely on her five foot seven frame, Mary's weight was down to a fit and trim one hundred and thirty six pounds. Then, in a rash decision, she got a stylish new haircut.
Actually, up until this point in his young life, Nate usually preferred women with longer hair but his Nana, with her light brown hair combed short and neat over to one side, while showing not a hint of gray, thanks to the magic of having her hair freshly colored at a local hair salon, made it work as he found her new hairstyle, along with her attitude in life, quite appealing.
Better yet, the lines on her face seemed less evident, her smile a bit livelier, and maybe, most obvious of all, her whole demeanor just appeared to undergo a positive transformation in Nate's eyes. Best of all it was new attitude, light, carefree, and playful, which Nate now found himself irresistibly drawn to.
But it wasn't the new haircut or new attitude which impressed Nate the most about this new and improved version of his grandmother: it was her more shapely body.
It was obvious by the way she dressed now around the house her new carefree attitude extended to her sense of fashion. Maybe proud of the way she was hitting the gym five times a week, along with her strict diet, Mary appeared to want to show off her new and improved body by doing several things such as: wearing both tighter jeans and tighter tops, along with maybe a few more buttons left undone on her blouses, all left no doubt in Nate's eyes his grandmother possessed a nice, fit body for a woman her age.
While it might have been embarrassing to admit, the truth was damning: whenever they were in the same room together, Nate had a difficult time keeping his eyes off of his nana's body—in particular her chest. For some reason her tits now seemed both bigger and fuller than before—much to his secret delight as he was a deluxe, first class tit hound.
The reason Mary's tits seemed both bigger and fuller than before was simple: she used the money from the sale of her house to have a breast lift performed, giving new life to her nice thirty eight inch, D- cup breasts.
Roughly two months after moving in with Nate it was a Saturday night in late January and her fifty second birthday. After celebrating with a nice dinner at a fancy Italian restaurant nearby, he drove them home.
