You ever have one of those days where it didn't even pay to get out of bed? You know the kind of day I mean; one where nothing clicks, but you keep pushing. Until finally the whole thing gives and you either get it right; or you fuck up so bad you just want to crawl home and go back in your hole.
My name is Eric Munez, and for me it was the screw up of screw ups that finally got me to call the day done. I mean, it doesn't get a lot worse than sending a picture of your dick to your mother; right. Before you judge, let me explain what happened.
I'm twenty-seven years old and yes I live on my own; thank God. By the time I had finished my degree in Agricultural genetics, I couldn't wait to get my ass out of the house. While I still talked to my mother, Emily Munez; I had very little good to say about my old man. Richard Munez fit his name, he really was a dick; how my mother put up with him I had yet to figure out.
My mom was a twenty-two year old chemistry major finishing her teaching degree when my folks were married. The first years of their marriage were pretty good, or so she tells me. Somewhere along the line, my dad changed she claims; mostly related to me, I think.
You see mom is about 5'3", long brunette hair, slim and piercing coal black eyes. No, she isn't built like a brick shit house, but she's not bad. I mean, at fifty she can still turn a head with a great ass and nice legs; but she was never a vogue model. My dad is a lot like her, about 5'6", give or take, but a bit on the heavier side now. I've seen pictures of him at my age; he had dark hair, just like mom, and was kind of a skinny dude. Now, the gut gets in the way when he sits, and the bald area out paces the hair on his head.
Me; I'm 6'2", about 210 pounds with sandy brown hair and green eyes. You got it; I don't look like mom...or dad. Apparently that issue seemed to gnaw at my dad as I grew. He kept saying mom 'fucked around' and got knocked up. Or that she had some secret lover, and shit like that. Over the years it only got worse; to the point he made her quit working as a teacher, controlled everywhere she went, who she saw; I swear to God he probably even dictated what she wore to hide her figure.
He tried to run my life just as bad, and when I got out of college, I got out of Dodge. I moved to Atlanta, about four hours away where my folks lived in Nashville. By then, dad had gotten so bad he had bought mom a cellphone so he could track her on the GPS and call her at odd hours to track where she was or what she was doing.
It was the cellphone that brings me back to where today is. I had come home from work at the labs frustrated as hell. The computer systems at work had gone belly up; and if that wasn't bad enough, a test batch of a hybrid winter wheat we had been working on had gotten contaminated. Weeks of hard work were gone in a flash; needless to say I was pissed.
When I got home, I fired off a text to my girl, Mona; hoping maybe we could get together and at least I could get my frustrated balls relief. Nope, wasn't meant to be, she was balls deep at the hospital where she worked as a nurse. So, there I was; pissed, horny, wandering my apartment naked at ten o'clock at night. I figured a round of the five knuckle shuffle was in order but I wanted a little stimulation. So, I made that final fuck-up of the day; and shot Mona a quick dick pic, hoping she might send me something back to get things rolling.
You got it, off went the picture without even the slightest care. Then, a text came back...from my mom. I mean, come on, Mom...Mona; simple mistake in the phone directory right? Not when you send a nice big close-up of your cock.
When my cellphone pinged, I saw it was from mom, so I opened it. "Eric?" was all it said. I then saw the picture I had sent just above. Oh FUCK!
"Sorry mom; that was not meant for you." I said back.
"Well, one more thing you didn't get from your father" I almost busted out laughing at her reply.
Then, I got a shock when she followed her comment. "Is that really you?"
"Yeah" I answered. "You think I sent a picture of some other guy's cock" I shot back.
"Never know" God at least he couldn't take her sense of humor away from her.
"How big?" suddenly appeared on my phone, and I was stunned. My mom was asking how big my cock was, Jesus.
"Eight and a half" I sent back. Then, I thought of something. "Where are you?"
"Sitting on the couch; ten feet from your father, who is watching television, while I am staring at my sons cock."
Oh my God, I shuddered. The very thing he always accused her of; and she was sitting right under his fucking nose. I couldn't help myself, I grabbed my rock hard cock, aimed my cellphone, and took a side view shot; hitting send before I changed my mind.
"That can't be you" was the immediate reply.
"You want proof, you'll just have to check for yourself." It was all I could think of in my lust hazed brain.
For the next ten minutes I got silence from the phone. I wondered if I had pushed too far, then it buzzed. Not a message, but a call coming in. This time, it was from my dad's cellphone. Oh Shit, I thought; we were busted.
"Hello" I answered.
"It's me" was all that my father said. Great introduction dick head, I thought.
"Hey dad" I said hesitantly.
"Look" he went on as if I hadn't even spoken. "Your mother's birthday is next Tuesday. I got to make a run down to Orlando to check on a franchise. I'm sending her down to you for the week, keep her out of trouble"
What an asshole, was the first thought through my mind; but, I kept my mouth shut. "She'll come down Saturday and then back on Friday. Keep a check on her."
Before I could even answer or argue, he had hung up. As usual, it wasn't asking; it was telling. Like everything else, he expected compliance; from me and mom.
I sighed and headed for my bedroom, figuring the day had ended about as shitty as it had started. Then, my cellphone pinged one more time.
"Prove it" was the only two words that came from mom. Holy fucking HELL!
