My mother; Karen Ester Jackson formerly / Karen E. Parker and Karen E. James. That's right our dear money grubbing mother has been married three times all for the love of money. Of course also all that money could bring her.
Mother at the ripe old age of thirty eight is a looker I must admit. Mother is tall over five nine, slender with proud firm pointed breasts with a small waist and round firm hips. She works out and it shows. Mother has long shoulder length hair dark as a raven that surrounds a very beautiful face with a wide mouth that I suspect has been used to win favorers.
When Mother goes to the county club pool the men look at her in her string bikini with lust and the younger men look at her with their erections showing. The other women and wife's are simply jealous to the bone.
Mother inherited her family home just a few months after the divorce from our last stepfather. So my sister Joyce Ann Parker and I Kevin Edward James now live in this very large house on nineteen acres on the edge of town.
The house is massive with three floors and an attic that is unbelievable. I live on the third floor entirely by my self. Joyce has the second floor and mother uses the first floor. This house was built in stages over many years and has much to hide and to be found if one searches carefully.
My grandfather a professional photographer /philanthropist left me all his cameras and a well stocked darkroom in the basement along with a Ford Mustang. Since Joyce is older she was left a fair amount of cash in a trust account. I also get a few dollars a month from a trust.
It is enough to keep me in film and gas for the old Mustang. The car is not a classic but it is in showroom condition.
Mom got the bulk of the estate which I assumed to be enough to keep her comfortable for the rest of her life. At the will reading as soon as my part was read I was asked to leave the room. My sister followed me into the outer office a short time later. Mom was left alone with a Mr. Combs for the remainder of the reading. It was over an hour before Mom came out smiling. She never told me what was in the balance of the estate just that we had a wonderful fully renovated home to live in.
Our stepfather tried to get a piece of the pie but the Judge said "Sorry nothing for you."
Joyce is enrolled at the junior college while I have decided to lay off a year before going to college. I'm not even so sure I want to go to college. Mom thinks I should and maybe I will but for now I want to enjoy life and see if I can do anything with this photo business.
My best friend Stacy graduated six months ahead of me and he works in his dad's Adult store down town. Stacy has told me he sees all kinds of people come into the store and buy every thing from Books to dildos and vibrators.
Our town is not all that big maybe fifty five thousand or so. Since our family has belonged to the Country club since I was a child we know most of the prominent people in town. The who's who of Bay City and Stacy has told me most of the same who's who has visited his store.
It occurred to me that maybe there would be some profit in photographing some of these people after they left the store and see where they go and with whom. I thought it might be fun to keep an eye on the town and learn a little more about our friends and neighbors. I've always been a bit of a snoop and voyeur.
I kept most of these thoughts to myself as Joyce has a tendency to gossip and always tells mother everything. I love my sister but I learned early on that if I told her something Mom would fine out very soon after. I've used this also as a way of setting a seed in Mom's head. Like when I wanted special bike for my birthday. I just told Joyce what one I liked and sure enough that was what I got... Surprise, surprise...
Stacy and I are not old enough to drink in this state but we are over eighteen so we drive a cross the state line where we are legal and drink at the Riverside Roadhouse and truck stop.
This Roadhouse was built over time and has joined several old barns and houses together to make a restaurant, bar and shabby motel. The old pastures are used to park the big rigs. Parker's gas-o-rama, one of mother's X's owns it and liquor store just down the road. It all seems to work out to make this one hell of an interesting place.
I was still in the learning stage of darkroom developing and picture taking. So I often visit our local public library to learn and read. I also carried one or two cameras with me at all times. I would stop by the library and check out books on photography and darkroom techniques almost weekly.
That was where I was when Stacy called me. The head librarian Mrs. Stark gave me a dirty look when the phone buzzed. But there were only a few people in the library so she did not give me hell. When I told Stacy this he laughed and said "Mrs. Stark is one of my on line customers. She buys a lot of toys and sex books."
I met Stacy at the Roadhouse an hour later. We had a beer and of course talked about girls and who was doing whom. Stacy was six months younger than my sister but he has always had the hott's for Joyce. I wished him well but he was on his own there.
I was not going to play cupid for him with my sister. I did not care if he ever banged her or not I just did not want to get mixed up in that.
Stacy had a second beer before he said "I saw your Mom in church last week with Ed Barns. Are they dating?"
"I know Mom has gone out a few times with Mr. Barns but she also dates other guys. Why?"
"Mr. Barns came in the store the other day and bought two videos on swinging and groups sex. He also bought a vibrator and an ass plug. I was just wondering who he was seeing."
I laughed and said "Christ; Stacy I don't know if my Mom would get into that kind of shit or not. I know my former step dad sure wanted to get into group sex. I think that was the main reason they got divorced. I think he started without Mom and she found out. But to tell you the truth I just don't know."
Stacy said "Its just a thought and I wanted you to know now that you're into the picture taking business."
I got the picture Stacy was painting and I had to admit it was an interesting scenario if it played out. I saw in Stacy's eyes he sure wanted to be kept in the loop if I found out anything. I smiled and he knew I would keep him informed if I found anything interesting because I wanted to get the dope on who was visiting his store. What a great partnership this could be.
Stacy told me he had set up a mail order computer operating system for on line buying. He said he thought more of the people that did not want to be seen in the store would use this service and he was right. However they all had to use a credit card and mailing address so Stacy could still tell who was buying his shit as he called it. The credit card was a way of controlling the age requirement as well. But a lot of kids still try to buy stuff and get by. But Stacy can spot a kid a mile away.
