The Advantages of being a Momma's Boy
It was almost 11pm when Mei came stumbling through the front door of the house. After a night of drinking with her girlfriends, she was coming home a bit tipsy and more than a little depressed as just this afternoon she was presented with undeniable proof in regards to her cheating husband.
The house was quiet and dark as she passed the living room heading for the stairs.
"Mei... can we talk?"
Startled by the low voice coming from the dark living room, she jumped before realizing who was speaking to her.
Fighting her disappointment at hearing her youngest stepchild, Domonic, refer to her by name instead of calling her Mom, Mei's heart wrenched.
For the past eight years she had done her best to show Domonic, and his older brother Charles, she was their mom in every way possible but blood.
More than anything, she hated the wretched moniker of "step" in front of her claim to being their mother. She came into their lives after the untimely death of their real mother in an unfortunate car accident. Domonic had been all of ten years old, and had been the easier of the two to win over while his older brother, Charles, was thirteen and didn't take to her so easily.
"Domonic, what are you doing sitting there in the dark?"
"I was just waiting for you to get home. I was hoping we could talk."
"Hmm, sure," she said as she weaved her way into the dark living room, "But can we maybe turn on a light."
"OK," he said as he reached over and clicked on the lamp sitting on the end table next to the sofa where he was sitting.
As she approached him, he smiled wanly at her. "Wow you look nice, Mei."
His compliment softened the blow of hearing her name again, but still the sting was more than a little palpable even as she thanked him.
"I was out with some friends for dinner and drinks," she told him as she settled down next to him on the sofa.
Domonic took a deep breath as his eyes, after his stepmother removed her winter jacket, inadvertently skated up and down his step mom's nice body before settling for a quick moment on her chest.
She was wearing a fashionable skirt, both snug and short, along with a tight fitting, off the shoulder, white blouse that did a rather admirable job of showing off her sizable breasts.
"You know it's late, Domonic. I thought you would be sleeping by now," she said as she looked at the younger of her two step kids. Domonic, he had just turned eighteen roughly a month ago, was admittedly her favorite of her two boys.
He was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. His hair was a bit tussled, and he possessed a seriously sad expression on his gentle face, indicating something was amiss.
"Yeah, well, I actually did fall asleep here on the sofa for a bit waiting for you."
"Really how long have you been waiting?"
He shrugged his shoulders before saying, "I don't know maybe a couple hours."
"And where is your dad and older brother?"
"Oh yeah, Dad told me to tell you they were heading up to the cabin to go fishing and they wouldn't be home until late Sunday night."
"So what? He took only Chuck but not you."
"Fishing is not my thing, besides I am not very happy with Chucky right now and hanging out with him all weekend is about the last thing I want to do."
"So is that what you want to talk about Domonic... about why you are upset with your older brother."
"Yeah... do you mind? I mean I know it's late and, well, if you just want to go to bed we could talk tomorrow I guess."
Mei smiled inwardly. This might be a golden opportunity to score some real points with her favorite of the two boys. Taking his hand in hers, she whispered, "Look hon, if you have been waiting for me to get home here for hours then it's obviously important so we better talk now, Domy."
Domonic tried not to wince when he heard her nickname for him: Domy.
Chuck, along with a couple of their friends from around the neighborhood, always teased him something awful about his step mom calling him "Domy".
"So what is it? What did that shitass older brother of yours do now?"
Domonic smiled to himself at Mei calling Chuck a "shitass" before beginning to tell her what was wrong. "It's not just him actually, I mean if it was him only, I could deal with it, but it's the guys from around the neighborhood too and that's what is really bothering me. I'm... I'm just so tired of the way they are always teasing me... about you."
"Teasing you how? Maybe they are jealous of our, you know, somewhat, close relationship."
She used the word "somewhat" with the hopes he would take the bait.
Much to her inner delight, he swallowed the bait whole when he asked, "Only 'somewhat' Mei. I thought... I mean, I thought I was your favorite and we had a really good relationship?"
"I thought so too but still... it's only a little thing but sometime it's the little things that really matter."
"What little thing are you talking about Mei?"
"See... there you go... doing it again..."
"Doing what?" Domonic asked as her face clouded over with anger.
Mei, she was three quarters Chinese and one quarter Caucasian, was both young, she was only thirty three, and pretty with a full mane of thick, long dark hair that fell just past her shoulders.
The hair perfectly framed a pretty face whose main feature was a pair of dark smoldering eyes that could melt the hardest of hearts. In addition, Mei had a healthy, nearly flawless complexion that seemed to almost shine in its perfection. To top things off, she possessed a lethal body with a pair of nicely sized tits that were big without being TOO big, along with a nice set of flat abs and pleasantly toned athletic legs.
In short, at least in Domonic eyes, Mei was nothing short of a Goddess and he had possessed a secret crush on his stepmom for as long as he could remember.
