From a very young age I had always known I wanted kids. Back then I had always thought one of each a boy and a girl with the boy hopefully being born first so he could look out for his little sister. Didn't work out that way though. I had met my then boyfriend at a young age and we had our first child a daughter. Some seven years later our second daughter was born and we finally married then two years after that I finally had the son I had always wanted.
As the years passed it was great watching the kids grow-up. The girls spoiled their little brother rotten and being an only boy he grew up sensitive to women's needs. So at 18 Mark was a heartbreaker I watched and sometimes liked the cute young girls he brought home and bowled over with his charm. I admit though being the only woman in his eye for 16 years I sometimes suffered a bit of jealously over the attention he poured on them. It didn't help much that my husband and I had drifted apart over the years. So nowadays all he seemed to do was annoy or irritate me. I hated the fact he never wanted to go out anymore. All he wanted to do is stay home and watch his DVDs or play his video games. Thankfully Mark was still living with us before going off to college like his sisters. When he wasn't taking one of his girlfriends out on a date. He'd make time for me so we could catch a movie or go down to the local bar and shoot some pool.
Tonight wasn't unlike any other night although a bit on the humid side as we left the bar for the short walk home. Mark was still shaking his head from all the stares I had gotten dressed in my low rider cutoffs, exposing the line of my red bikini bottoms and my matching red bikini top. "What?" I asked Mark smiling.
"Nothing," he laughed but I heard him whisper under his breath, "you're such a tease ma."
Being a very open family it didn't surprise me much when Mark asked, "Mom, I know you're still considered young and still look it and very beautiful, but I also know you and dad have grown apart and don't "do" it anymore, don't you ever get urges or frustrated?"
Giving Mark a sideways glance and blushing a little as I said, "Simply put, yes I do get urges, but I love your father very much, and sometimes a woman just has to take care of herself."
"Yeah I can understand that," Mark said as we headed off the sidewalk to cut through the park. I noticed a couple of men walking towards us but didn't think anything of it. As we passed them Mark and I resumed our conversation.
I gasped a little and was caught off guard as I felt strong arms wrap around me. I looked over at Mark as the unseen attacker placed his hand over my mouth. The other man was holding a handgun in the small of Mark's back. "You won't scream if I take my hand down will you?" the man holding me whispered gruffly in my ear as he pulled me and the other one followed with Mark towards one of the park's dimly lit shelters. Nodding my head it was at a time like this I hated the way the park had been designed for privacy.
As we made our way off the path and past the hedges and trees to the inside of the shelter. I got a good look at the men, they looked to be only a bit older than Mark. So I thought I'd try for a plea "I know you boys aren't bad, why are you doing this?"
The one that was holding Mark answered, "We wanted a little excitement tonight, and you and your boyfriend looked like prime candidates."
"Yeah," said the one that was holding me as he pushed me down onto my hands and knees.
Always the mother I whispered, "Please if you must not in front of my son." They looked a little stunned by this admission, just what I was hoping for.
Then Mark always the protective son said, "Yeah leave my Mom alone."
