No persons, animals or plants were harmed in the production of this story. Realities, sensibilities, taboos and cultural norms were defiled. Sometimes words were abused. Sentence structure was sometimes slaughtered and grammar sometimes butchered.
Please don't bother to point out any of these self- acknowledged faults, unless, of course, you are a horny MILF with schoolteacher fantasies. Then you can join me in after-school detention. I would love to hear from you.
I have done my best to present a readable and I hope an entertaining story.
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PROLOGUE:
I turned the corner onto our street. I was greeted by a scene out of a television show. There must have been a dozen police cars, marked and unmarked. The street was teeming with activity. Half a dozen reporters and their camera crews, were jabbering away. My heart sunk as I realized that all the attention was clustered around our house.
I peddled as hard as I could towards the house. About thirty yards away from our driveway I was intercepted by a couple of cops who apparently knew who I was. I was rather harshly yanked off of my bike and escorted to a makeshift command center behind our house. My 19-year-old sister was there, tearful and visibly upset. There was no sign of my mom or her husband of 6 years. They had been arrested.
My mom was in custody for three days. With the help of an attorney friend of hers she was released on bail. They refused let her husband out, citing a high risk of flight. Three weeks later the charges against mom were dropped. Her husband, Dan, had confessed. I felt a small measure of vindication when all the truth was revealed as I had always mistrusted him.
It turned out Danny boy was leading a double life. He presented himself to his family and community as a respected real estate entrepreneur. That however, was an elaborate and clever cover to defraud many a household of their savings. To top that off he was neck deep in debt and had been stringing along a couple girlfriends on the side. The only decent thing he did was to finally tell the truth, which cleared my mom's name and saved her the hassle of an expensive legal battle. His deal with the state and federal prosecutors however, left us rather destitute. We lost our house and most of mom's savings. We were all devastated, but mom was hurt and ashamed the most.
The last straw came one night several weeks after this mess started. I had just graduated from high school. We had moved into a trailer. I had come home from my summer job at the golf course to find my mom and sister tearful and frantic. First my sister then mom had received threatening phone calls, demanding money. It seemed that Dan had not only cheated little old ladies of their savings but also some unsavory characters, who were non-too- happy.
We called the authorities but some of the law enforcement types were never convinced of mom's innocence. They were not too keen to help. Finally a female FBI Special Agent stepped in and lent a hand. She had been one of the few compassionate figures in the investigation. She advised us to move and coached us on how to legally disguise and conceal our identities. On her end the Special Agent followed up on some of the left over leads from Dan's fiasco intending to scare off those who may still lurking. It was not the witness protection program but it was enough to take the heat off us. We started over in a new location, barely owning anything.
We moved to a small town in the rural mid west. We were able to find an old farmhouse to move into. It needed quite a bit of work. The deal was that I would be the laborer on the renovation in exchange for rent and meager pay. The owner came by daily and showed me what to do, how to do it and brought in the needed supplies. Since my college plans were on hold. My mom and sister regularly drove the only two vehicles we owned. It was an ideal job for me. I got a bit extra cash on the side and I learned some valuable skills.
The community we moved into was very small. It was very tight-nit and most regarded all outsiders and newcomers with disdain and mistrust. It was even tougher on us since we really did not care to join one of the two churches there. There were no bars or other entertainment except the local high school sporting events.
My options for entertainment were limited. I did spend more time than I should on the net. My former girlfriend no longer wanted anything to do with me. Chatting up my other friends became stale. Porn became an occasional source of relief. Otherwise, I practiced my bass guitar, worked out and regularly watched rented DVD's, with mom and sis.
My sister, Jane worked at the local dairy queen and was able to make a couple of casual friends. She was also bored and biding her time until she can move away and restart college. Mom worked as a bookkeeper at the local general store and helped some of the farmers and businessmen with their taxes. At home we were buddies and kept each other entertained.
Mom seemed to be a pillar of strength. Though, she did have a temper. I guessed it was a family trait. Mostly she was cheery and up beat. She rarely showed the hurt and embarrassment my sister and I knew she struggled with. My high school friends had all thought she was hot. And she managed to stay trim and keep her attractiveness despite her tough time. I believed that with time she would be all right.
All in all we were safe and that's what mattered. I kept telling myself that it was just a matter of time before I could get my life back on track. I accepted that my obligations to my mom and my sister superseded any short-term plans I had for myself. Mom always thanked me for the mature way I dealt with all this.
I never knew my dad. He never took any responsibility for my sister and I. In fact he split before I was born. My mom gave me her family name after I was born, O'Hern. I guessed that made me a bastard. Mom and sis were all I had. Mom was proud of how we all stuck together during adversity. That was fine and dandy but it sure did not quench my restlessness or my horniness.
Looking back at my relatively short life, I could not think of anything worse that had happened to us. It was hard for me to fathom then, that from these hard times came incredible experiences that unlocked unimaginable passion.
Part 1
It was an ugly evening. The wind blew the torrential rain sideway, making the windows shudder. I waited in my room. The computer screen provided a dim eerie glow. After a bit I turned my off PC, expecting another blackout. I was bored and a bit worried. Mom was late. It was really unlike her to be late without a call.
Normally, a nineteen year old did not worry so much about the whereabouts of his mom. However, after all we'd been through I couldn't help it. Besides I was bored out of my skull. She was driving the only available car.
My sister, the lucky twerp, had the other car. She was away touring and interviewing several colleges. She at least got to get out of this shit-hole town for a couple of weeks.
I picked up my bass and hoped the power would not cut out began to play some of my riffs and scales. My mind wandered back to an evening several weeks ago.
Before she went out my sister had confided in me that she was interested in a local man. She'd planned to meet him after she got off work. It had been her manager at work. He'd been about ten years older than her.
"I'm so tired of living like a recluse in this stupid town", she had said, "I don't give a shit if he's my manager I just need to have some fun."
"Your manager?" I'd said, "He's married, holy shit Jane are you sure that's cool?"
"I can care less Russ," Jane had said indignantly, "I need to do something. I feel like I'm wasting away."
"But your manger? Aren't you afraid of losing your job?"
"What do you know? Besides I know you're no prude. How the hell do you keep from going crazy?'
"I don't know sis. It's tough. I just survive. I figure it's only temporary."
"You must be some kind of celibate, bro. Or maybe you're into some really good porn. If you weren't my brother hell I'd even go out with you."
"You couldn't handle me sis." I had replied.
"Just lay off me bro. And tell me where I can find some of that good porn, you wanker." She had retorted with smile, playfully punching my shoulder. She had gotten up and left to get ready.
Before I went to sleep later that evening, I had e-mailed her a link to my favorite erotic story sites on the net.
I hadn't been asleep for too long when I was awakened by the unmistakable voices of mom and sister arguing.
"Where the hell have you been?" I'd heard my mom's angry voice, waking me from my slumber, "After all we've been through, the least you could have done is call me that you'll be late."
"Jeez mom what's the big deal? I was just out trying to have a good time."
