Chapter 5
Mom and I had spent several hours watching porn together, scrolling through categories, surfing different sites that catered to different kinks, talking about what got her spark going.
She was curious about everything, but I wanted to know what stoked her fires.
She felt comfortable exploring different things as different people... there was a detachment for her, that allowed her to let loose as someone else, that she was not comfortable yet, as herself.
After watching the movie American Graffiti, we got her outfitted with a Poodle Skirt, Bobby Socks, a tight sweater, a white blouse... I wore a white tee-shirt with a pack of cigarettes rolled up in one sleeve, slicked my hair back into a nice "DA", then rented an old Impala to get a bench seat. We had to drive 80 miles away to find an old drive in that still showed movies on the weekends, but it was worth it.
We parked in the back and played out our parts. The characters were not scripted, only outlined.
She was a resistant virgin at first... but a lusty participant by the end. Necking and heavy petting in the front seat, condom and sex in the back.
It went well... we both enjoyed it.
Mom suggested something a little stronger... something like a teacher seduced or blackmailed by a student. We discussed the use of a classroom setting and decided that it would take more planning, but I had something I thought might be easier to arrange and accomplish a similar situation. I tried to find a movie detailing it, but had no luck, but there were adult comics that had it as a theme. After reading several, she agreed that it was something that she wanted to do.
I sat on the couch at home, playing a video game, a knock off of one of the many editions of "Grand Theft".
I was wearing a blue wife beater and a pair of blue and gold basketball shorts, half way down my calf, and baseball style hat turned almost reversed, but not quite. The door bell rang, I ignored it. A minute later it rang again' and then a third time, being more insistent, pressing the button rapidly several times. I tossed the controller next to me and shuffled over to the door. (Shuffled because my shoes were untied and loose on my feet.)
I jerked the door open impatiently, but only enough to stick my head and one shoulder out.
"What!" I did not shout, it wasn't worth the effort, but I was short... rude, but then she turned around. Dark hair piled up, classy make up, nice white blouse, the kind that turn clear when wet, but only hint, a tease about what's underneath the rest of the time. Underneath this blouse were some serious hooters.
I openly leered at her, making her fidget and feel uncomfortable and I did not make it easier for her, as she tried to collect herself and deal with my attitude.
"Is your mother home?"
"No."
I stepped back and closed the door, but she put a hand out against the door and said, "Wait! Pa... please..."
I stepped back to the door and stuck my head back out.
"I really need to speak with her... do you know when she will be back?"
I stood up straight, stepping into the doorway. I was at least a head taller and I could see that she was trying, but failing, to not be intimidated.
"I don't know exactly, but she should be back soon. You can come in and wait if you want."
I swung the door open as I turned and walked across the room to the couch and resumed my game.
Mom, feeling her character more, now that we had interacted, stepped tentatively over the threshold. I ignored her, concentrating on the game.
Mom wore a sliming skirt, pulled tight across her ass, ending just above her knees. It made her walk with her legs below the knees much more than above. 3 inch heels finished the look.
Mom acted like she was unfamiliar with the house and furniture, looking about, unsure where to sit. She settled on an armless straight back chair near the front door.
She let a few minutes go by, then called out, "Excuse me... Excuse me! Young man..."
I ignored her and she waited, then stood and took tentative steps in my direction. "Excuse me..."
I let the character die, the game made a noise and I cursed. "Damn it! Look what you did!"
She stopped in her tracks, but then gathered herself again. "I was wondering..."
"I already told you that I don't know when she will be back. If you can't leave me alone then come back later."
"I was wondering, if you are Kevin?"
I looked at her like she had just farted and it smelled bad.
"No one calls me Kevin. I hate that name. Everyone calls me 'Boss'."
"Maybe I can just talk to you then Kev..."
I glared at her.
"Umm boss?"
"You want to talk to me? You don't know me, why would a Milf like you want to talk to me?"
I flashed her a leer then started another round of the game.
She was not used to being dismissed by anyone, let alone someone young enough to be a classmate of her son.
"I am Justin Pond's mother, and I wanted to ask you to leave my son alone."
I continued to drive the car, running down pedestrians and dogs... I chuckled and said, "No."
"What? What do you mean 'No'?"
I put the controller down and turned to face her, but did not stand up, in fact, I leaned back. I looked her up and down again, head toe and back again. Mom shivered visibly.
"Toad did not get anything from you huh? His father must be butt ugly and smart too... did you marry him for his money then, or does he have a big cock like mine? No... it must be money... if he had cock he would be here instead of you. Nope... money, ugly and probably just as much a pussy as your son. Why not come over here and let me show you how a fine piece of trim like you should be taken care of."
Mom shuddered and stammered trying to understand how some punk kid could possibly talk to her like that. She finally got a full sentence out.
"Justin's father was never a part of his life. And why would you call him 'Toad'?"
I laughed out loud. "So you fucked him up all by yourself then... figures. Pussy raising a sissy..."
"Justin is a sensitive, caring young man..."
"Toad is a wimp... a simp... probably a pussy whipped little cuck."
"quit calling him Toad, his name is..."
"His name is what ever I call him! Toad! Ugly! Fat! Squat! Comes from a 'Pond'. Toad fits him.
Tell me something 'Mother of Toad'... did he ask you to come and talk to me..."
She started to talk but I kept right on...
"No... no way that little bitch has the balls or the stupidity to send you here... I'll bet he begged you not to... did he cry real tears?"
She looked at her feet.
"Yeah I thought so... he's gonna' pay for this!"
"Wait! Why..."
"Because he should have stopped you, but... hey... mommy's gonna' fix things. Don't teach him to stand up for himself... teach him to cower and grovel like some worthless shit eating worm. He deserves everything he gets. He deserves everything he's got coming."
"Why? Why are you doing this? What did Justin do to you..."
