My stepson Tony came home for spring break driving a 1957 Chevy Bel Air and my husband Frank nearly hit the roof in anger. I on the other hand was ecstatic. I just love old classic cars and the Bel Air, OMG it was at the top of my list. It was a bit dinged up here and there and it had some rust but good grief it was a sixty seven year old vehicle for goodness sake. But get this the interior was all original and in immaculate shape with not a rip nor a tear, nor stain. That in itself was a miracle!
My dear husband met Tony in the driveway his face red and seething in anger.
"Honey you need to calm down! Remember your blood pressure." I say.
"Whatever Mandy." he said with a shrug. "I bet he spent all his damn allowance on this piece of shit!"
"It's his money Frankie, he can spend it on whatever he sees fit." I say.
"Go back in the house, woman before I slap you silly!" he snapped.
"Fine Frank get mad if you want to." I went back inside, knowing Frank was serious. He's slapped me before in front of Tony. I love my husband and that's why I take it, that and he's a millionaire and I'm set for life when his dumb ass kicks the bucket. So the heck with it let the two of them work it out. I didn't need to be in the middle of it.
I stood at the living room window and watched it all take place. I couldn't hear all of what was being said but, Frank was going to town chewing out our son, to which Tony simply took it in stride. The poor thing was used to it.
Tony nods and walks around to the back of the car and opens the trunk as Frank follows still chewing him out. He takes his suitcase out and slams the lid then walks up the cement walk to the front door with my stupid husband still following him and ranting away.
Damn will you just get off the poor kids back, I think to myself shaking my head.
Our neighbors were peeping out the windows at this point. Goodness this was embarrassing.
Then suddenly I see Tony's elbow whip around and strike Frank hard in the chest. My husband stumbled backwards down the steps and landed hard on his butt.
HOLY CRAP! I gasped and rushed to the front door and stepped out to see if Frank was okay. Tony was helping him up. Thankfully my sixty three year old husband didn't get hurt.
"I'm sorry dad, my foot caught on one of the steps and I lost my balance. Are you okay?"
Frank gave Tony a suspicious look before allowing our son help him up. I was a bit confused myself because from where I was standing I thought I'd seen Tony deliberately strike his father. But then according to Frank, I'm just a dumb blond that needs to keep her mouth shut, right? So heck I hope Tony did knock the poop out of him.
Frank held his chest as he pushed past me, ignoring my concern.
Tony came in. "Mandy!" he exclaimed and grabbed me in a bear hug that lifted my feet up off the ground. At twenty one my son was strong as an ox. He played football at his college and lifted weights. He was also handsome as all get out too, with his wavy brown hair and green eyes. He certainly didn't favor his father when he was younger. His good looks had to have come from his mother's side. That bitch!
"Tony I'm so glad you made it home safe!" I exclaimed, giving him another hug.
Frank rubbed his chest and muscled his way between us, "I need to go lay down for a spell."
"I'll come check on you in a few minutes honey." I say.
He waved a hand, "I'm glad your home to son." And with that he ambled down the hall to the bedroom.
I looked at Tony and almost laughed but held it in. "Did you have to hit him so hard?" I whispered.
Tony blushed and then shrugged.
I pinched his cheek, "You rascal." I say, "Come on let's get you settled in baby." I took his hand and led him down the hallway to his old room. I could feel his eyes on my tits as I walked along. It was early morning so I was dressed in a short purple and black kimono. I had the robe tied tight but it still showed the tops of my thirty eight double D breasts. And because I sleep naked I wasn't wearing a bra and needless to say my nipples were pressing hard beneath the thin fabric. I see my son hasn't gotten over his fascination with the female breast. It felt a little uncomfortable with him gawking at my tits but hey I'm forty eight I'll chalk it up as a compliment.
In truth I know my son has never looked at me like I was a mother to him. Sure he calls me mom but I know his heart isn't it. But I can say that we are the best of friends and that's what matters...right?
"So how do you like my car Mom?"
"I love it, honey! I'm just sorry your father got so upset about it." I shake my head.
"Oh well he'll get over it. It's my money not his."
I chortled, "You're right baby it is your money."
I opened the door to his room and stepped inside and Tony plops the suitcase on the bed. Then he puts his hands on his hips and looks around at the trophies and pictures and posters lining the walls and he smiles. "It still looks the same."
"Welcome home honey." I say and pat his shoulder. "I better go check on your father."
He gently takes my hand and I turn to look at him.
"It's good to be home, mom." he smiles and releases my hand. Gosh he's got the most amazing eyes.
I walked out of his room feeling just a little out of sorts. With my heart fluttering and my nether regions feeling warm. I sigh and reluctantly make my way to the master bedroom.
I find Frank lying on our King sized bed with his arm draped across his face.
"Frank...?" I say and I walk over to the bed and look down at him.
Frank moves his arm and looks up at me, "What?"
I sit down on the edge of the bed and take his hand. "I just wanted to check on you, honey. Do you need anything?"
He pulls his hand from mine and drapes his arm back over his face, "You can leave me alone is what I want."
I stood up suddenly, "Why do you have to be so cruel to me Frank. You have been pushing me away for months now. What the heck is going on with you?!"
He moved his arm and shot me a menacing glare, "Just leave, please."
"Asshole!" I turned and hurried out of the bedroom and slammed the door shut behind me as my blue eyes began to fill with tears.
Tony happened to step out of his bedroom at that moment looking as if he were going to the bathroom across the hall. He sees me and a look of concern crosses his face, "Mom are you okay? What's wrong?" he hurries over and wraps me in his big arms and pulls me to him.
"Your father. I'll never understand that man." I say my head, now buried against my Tony's chest.
"What did dad do this time?" He asked tenderly running his fingers through my shoulder length blond hair. I allow it because it feels nice. "Did he hit you, mom?"
"No, Tony." I relax against him and wrap my arms around him and for a few moments we just stand there like that, holding each other until I finally pulled back. "I'll be okay, Baby." I dry my eyes with the back of my arm, "Are you hungry?" I asked trying to change the subject.
Tony nodded, "But are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes I'll be fine. It's just something your father and I are going through. We'll get past it." with that I kissed his cheek and turned and walked to the kitchen.
Tony walked in a few minutes later and I had a ham sandwich, potato chips and a cola waiting on him in his spot at the table.
He hugged me and sat down, "Thanks mom."
"Your welcome sweetie." It feels nice to be appreciated, I think. Frank never seems to be appreciative of anything I do for him. And as for our sex life, I have to jerk him off because he can't get hard enough to put it inside me. Afterwards he does nothing to help me get off. The selfish prick! I haven't had an orgasm in over a year.
"Mom...hey mom." Tony's voice penetrated my wandering mind.
I look at him, "Yes baby."
"Where did you go?" he smirked.
I shake my head, "Uh.. it's nothing." I sat down across from him.
"It looked as if you were about to start crying again. Are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes! I told you I'm fine!" I said in frustration.
