This story is pure fiction. It involves sexual encounters between family members - if that's not your thing, please find a different story!
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I was living back home after college with my mother, Elaine. She'd been alone since she kicked my father out of the house for his incessant drinking that had almost cost us the house. A good divorce lawyer helped her separate their finances and she got to keep the house.
As a kid, I'd loved my father - he was always fun and playing games with me, but after losing a job he started to drink. Over time it got worse and worse and even when he got a new job, he drank himself out of it again.
He was never cruel to me, but he was to my mother. As far as I know he was never physically violent, but he said cruel and belittling things to her, and after a while that took its toll on her. One day I came home from school to find her crying and him not home.
"I threw him out, Sara! I just couldn't take it any more!"
I hugged her and she sobbed. As a teenager, I was not supposed to be her comfort, but there we were. I was disappointed, and maybe even a little angry at the time, but I also understood, I'd watched his spiral downward.
For the first couple of months, I would hear from him at least every other day, but then it got down to once a week, then fewer and fewer times until I realized that I hadn't heard from him in almost six months. After that it was only on my birthday or Christmas, and even then there was not much communication. I always had a gift, but never an offer to come see him, and after a while I just thought of him as a sperm donor, and little else.
As a teenaged girl I argued with my mother, but I also appreciated the situation she was in. I tried to see the wisdom of her words, but, of course, I had to strive for my independence - that's what adolescence it all about, after all! I had a couple of boyfriends in high school and started to get all horny about being sexually active, but my mother always objected.
"There will be time for that - don't rush it! I don't care if 'everybody' is doing it! Your hormones are going crazy, but you don't have to follow them! I know that boys are all like a bunch of randy goats, but try to find one who is willing to wait! Listen to your mother!"
Most of her arguments ended that way - "Listen to your mother!" I always knew that when I heard that phrase discussion time was over whether I wanted it to be, or not.
As I approached graduation and college our arguments changed a bit. I started to worry about her being alone.
"Mom, I want to go to the community college - at least for the first couple of years, so I can stay here with you."
"No way! You need your own college experience, and besides, you are way too close to the top of your class to settle for anything less than the best education you can find!"
We went back and forth for a while, until...
"We have a college savings account, and I can help and you can get a part time job, and you are going to experience college in the fullest - listen to your mother!"
As usual, with that phrase, we were done.
I'd been accepted at Cornell, and between some handsome scholarship money and the savings we could make it work. From the time I was a girl I'd been captivated by Ithaca and fantasized about going to Cornell. My Aunt Emily, Mom's sister had gone to Cornell and couldn't talk enough about it, and it had been in my head for a long time, so with the "Listen to your mother!" phrase out, that was to be my fate. Although I was worried about Mom, I was also a mixture of excitement and fear about my college career.
I spent my time wisely at Cornell. I majored in physics and when I was near graduation, a professor convinced me to stay and get a master's degree, too. When I finished that, I planned to pursue a PhD, as well, but I needed some time, and in spite of the scholarship, I did have some student loans, and I needed to get that under control before going for more school, and when I found a job back in my home town. I planned to find a place of my own when I got there, but, again, Mom and I had to argue about it.
"Instead of paying rent, pay off those loans first! Come live with me, your room is always available, and we can figure out how to make it work," she told me.
"But Mom, I'm an adult now and I should pay for these things. Besides, what if I meet a guy and have to tell him I live with my mother - how pathetic!"
"It's not pathetic, dear, is pragmatic! And, if you want to bring a boy home, it's OK, I understand that, too! You are a beautiful young woman and you have needs and desires!"
"Mom, I was not talking about that - but, I suppose that could be an issue, too. Like what if I stay out all night - you'll be a worry wart mama calling my phone every five minutes!"
"Oh, I will not! Just be courteous and let me know, and I'll understand that you are a grown woman, now!"
I knew she was lying about that, and I knew what was coming next.
"Now, it's all settled, you can live here and save your money and it will all work out - listen to your mother!"
"OK, Mom, we'll try it, but you better remember that I'm not your little girl anymore!"
"You will always be my little girl, but I promise to remember that you are a woman, too!"
We made the best of living together as adults. Most nights we ate dinner together, and most of those nights she cooked and I cleaned up, but I was trying to learn to cook better now that I was an adult, too. I did have a couple of old high school friends call me up and ask me out, but that didn't go particularly well. I was kind of a nerd in high school, and when they found out that I had a Master's Degree in physics, they kind of lost interest, even though I'd lost the dowdy high school nerd look. In addition to my brainy knowledge, I kept myself in shape by running, and started playing on a city-league volleyball team. In ways Mom was right, I had grown into an attractive woman, though a lot of guys were intimidated by my smarts.
So, though my job was going well, the relationship side of things was kind of lukewarm. They guys at the office were either already married, or were even more geeky than me - which is fine, except that they were all socially inept.
At the same time, Mom started to talk about a man that she'd been seeing a bit. His name was Roger and he had moved into town after his wife passed away, but his daughter lived in town with her husband and two kids. He and Mom went to concerts and movies together, and she had met his daughter and her family. It was nice for her to have some surrogate grandchildren, though she at times bugged me about finding someone.
"At this point," I told her, "only if I go to a sperm bank!"
"Sara! You'll find someone, I'm sure!"
One weekend a school friend had invited me to go out with her and "some friends" and the plan was to go back to her place and crash there. I told Mom about my plans, and she told me that she was going to a movie with Roger.
"Have fun tonight!" she said, as I headed out the door.
"You, too!" I replied.
When I got to Jane's house, it turned out that the "some friends" were just her boyfriend and his roommate - a double date. Tony, the boyfriend's roommate was a real dud, and only half way into the evening it was even obvious to Jane that this was a mistake. As we gals do sometimes, we excused ourselves to the ladies room.
"Sara, I'm so sorry! Josh and I have had a few dates and he seems fun, but Tony is an idiot! Do you have a 'caller' to get you out of this, or do you just want to bolt? I'll make an excuse for you. I'm so sorry it turned out this bad!"
"He is a real dope, isn't he? Would you mind making something up? I'm sure he'll know it's just an excuse, but I want to get out of here. I'll catch an Uber home."
