Author's Note: Thanks for all the comments on my last story "Mummy Dearest" both positive and negative. For those who complained it was too short or rushed, the fault is entirely mine. I hope I make it up with this one. Enjoy.
For as long as I can remember my mom had always been a domineering bitch. She seemed to derive enjoyment from humiliating people especially members of her own family. My dad got the brunt of her acidic tongue any time she went ballistic and I felt sorry for him anytime I saw him reduced to a shivering wreck after being berated for misdemeanors as frivolous as not putting his coffee mug in the kitchen sink after breakfast. It wasn't that my dad was a weakling (he's actually quite a stud), it was just that he was totally incapable of exhibiting any form of violence both verbal and physical to anyone especially women. He preferred to 'act matured' any time my mom opened her pretty mouth and rained abuses on him. Personally I couldn't understand why he wouldn't break his superhero No Kill rule and just knock her fucking teeth out. That would shut her up real fast.
My 48 year old mom is smoking hot and that's putting it mildly. That's what makes her so annoying. She's tall, almost six feet and built like an Olympic gymnast despite being the mother of 5 children. You can actually see her muscles rippling anytime she had a workout at our gym at home, especially her legs which went on like forever and were sculptured to physical perfection. She is deeply tanned with long jet black hair that stretched all the way to her waist. Her eyes are deep and shockingly blue with an intensity that could incinerate anyone born of woman who dares try to stare her down. Most times people avoided looking at her eyes and either looked tamely at her luscious full red lips or went further South to rest on her perky breasts with nipples harder and sharper than a pair of coffin nails. But her greatest asset or should I say ass-et is her bum. It was a perfectly sculptured heart-shaped pair of buttocks that stood out at right angles from her back and flared out at the hips. In fact I don't know why she still works as a principal (probably to get a kick from berating kids and their stupid parents at PTA meetings) instead of becoming an ass model. Her bum was the stuff of dreams for jeans designers.
My mom knew she had a great ass and made sure we knew it as well. When she was home she walked around the house in a half-top and the briefest of panties not giving a hoot if I, my four older sisters or my dad were around. She didn't even put on a robe if my dad's friends came around to visit. No wonder they came around a lot. I didn't blame them. As for a strapping 18 year old male like me it was a running battle to keep my eyes off her as well.
I was the only one in the family who wasn't intimidated by my mom. Whenever she yelled at me I would grin insolently at her, matching her eye for eye. I wouldn't insult her- I would never do that, but the expressions on my face whenever she picked me out for a fight ranged from boredom to a slight disinterest which infuriated her. She tried to hit me once- I caught her wrist before her palm connected with my cheek and told her not to hurt herself. Naturally she went bonkers. Probably why my mom took extra effort to get under my skin was because there was an undeniable sexual tension between us. I had caught her several times staring at me when I was using the gym. I was also an exhibitionist (two can play that game anyway) and walked around the house mostly in my boxers. I've got a great body which I worked very hard for and I'm proud of it. My sisters liked to tease me about it while my mom would glare heatedly at me. I knew one day the situation would get to a head and the two of us would have to do something about each other. I couldn't wait.
Well, the day of reckoning came sooner than I thought. My family wanted to travel to my hometown to see my grand parents for the weekend. I couldn't go because I hadn't been feeling well for the past couple of days and was in no condition to travel; my mom didn't want to go because she just didn't want to. My dad and sisters were not complaining: a weekend without my mom was a gift from heaven and they only paused for a brief second to sympathize with me. It was going to be especially tense since we had only recently had a terrific row in which we both lost our cool and I uncharacteristically yelled at the top of my voice. I smiled as they joked about the fight while my mom gave me a curious look. It was going to be a hell of a weekend. It was very likely we would kill each other.
Around six in the evening they bundled into dad's beat up SUV and took off after the customary heart felt farewells which consisted of my very shapely sisters giving me long hugs and even longer kisses and my dad shaking my hand. They all kissed my mom tentatively on the cheek while she remained cold and aloof. I waved at the retreating car as my mom swung on her heels and entered the house. Mr. Saunders, my elderly next door neighbor happened to be in his front yard and I caught him staring at mom's behind with his mouth agape. She was wearing a pair of pale-blue denim bum shorts and a black tank top and was really looking good. He saw me watching him with an amused smile and went beet red. I winked at him.
I immediately went upstairs to lie down. I was still feeling woozy and my heart was thumping so fast from excitement. I could feel the fever coming back on. I lay staring at the ceiling until my mom walked in without knocking. She did this all the time and I found it extremely annoying. It was only by fleetness of foot that she hadn't caught me with my pants down in a corner or in bed doing the customary hand-job whenever the mood came about. I couldn't lock the door. She would become suspicious.
She leaned against the door jamb and eyed me. I stared back at her. I thought she really looked good the way she cocked her head to one side and observed me. She looked like one of those femme fatales from Hollywood gangster flicks of the 30s.
"How are you feeling?" she asked at last.
"I think I have a fever."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't know."
She shrugged her shoulders impatiently and paused before moving towards me. I knew she was weighing acting as a concerned mother or as a complete bitch. She decided to go against type and check me for a temperature.
She leaned over me as her hand snaked under my t-shirt to feel my chest and my neck. I could clearly see down her neckline and I got an eyeful of her perky tits. She had a black bra on so I couldn't see her nipples even though they stretched the flimsy material considerably. I gulped nervously and she mistook it for me feeling some pain or discomfort from her prying hands.
"What is it? Are you okay?" she asked, unable to fully mask the concern in her voice.
"I'm fine. Just feeling a bit dizzy that's all."
She sighed and straightened up.
"Come down stairs and let me get you something to drink."
"I'm fine."
"Come down stairs now" she said as she left.
"Yes, mummy" I said. All my siblings called her mummy. I patented mine with a mocking playful tone.
I still spent about a full minute before I sauntered downstairs and ambled into the kitchen. What I saw next stopped me dead in my tracks. My mom was bent over the open freezer trying to bring something out. Her ass was facing me directly and it was as big and as beautiful as a full moon on a black night. The bum shorts had all but disappeared into the deep cleft between her buttocks and the white globes sneered at me. I was so taken aback that I didn't move for a couple of seconds.
I coughed and moved into the kitchen.
"Sorry, love, I was getting some ice cream" she said over her shoulder, "Are you strong enough? Come and help me out."
