My name is Ramona and I am thirty-eight year old single mother. My husband had left me soon after our son's birth. Both of us were very young when we got married and we did not plan to have any children, at least not for a few years. But three months into our marriage I became pregnant. I was only eighteen and not ready for motherhood and I desperately needed his love and support. But he took one look at my bulging stomach, packed his bags and left. The divorce was finalized a year or so after. I've been alone with our son, Brian, ever since.
Brian has grown into a real Goliath. He is twenty years of age now and stands well over six feet and is as muscular as an ox. At times his size frightens me although he has never raised his voice at me. He has always been a good boy and helped me keep the house neat and tidy. He's now home from college for the summer break. He hasn't gone out very much and seems to be content to mope about the house. Something has changed in him although I can't put my finger on it. His mind's preoccupied with something but he won't tell me what's troubling him. He no longer entertains the notion of moving out and starting his own life, but lounges lazily about the house and waits for me to come home from work. He doesn't even get up any more to greet me, just mumbles something and follows me about with his eyes.
His eyes bore right into me, studying me from every angle. His eyes are always on me. When I leave the room he reappears at the end of the hall or my bedroom door. When I prepare super he chooses to stand on the opposite side of the counter so that he can see me. His constant stares are giving me the creeps. When I challenge him he defends himself by claiming that I was simply in his line of sight, mumbles something and stalks off to sulk. He is a good-looking guy, tall and muscular, and I'm sure that the girls in college are just nuts about him. He's had girlfriends, but for some odd reason his relationships don't last more than a few weeks. He won't talk to me about his problems. I realize that exams and the constant academic pressure on a kid can be demanding, but this seemed to be more than just stress. He was in a constant daze, his mind miles away. What was going on in his head?
I found out a few days later. I came home late from work that Friday. It had been month end at the firm and I was tired and exhausted. I thought a cool shower before bed would just hit the spot. I was surprised not to find Brian lounging on the living room sofa. He was home for the house was lit. But it was strangely quiet. I tossed my purse on the kitchen table and made my way to my bedroom. I opened the door and there he stood, causally leaning against the spare bathroom door. All he was wearing was a pair of boxer shorts.
I'm always surprised when I see him for he hardly resembles his father who had been a slender, academic type. Brian, however, is six-foot-three and he is built like an ox. His tall, well-tanned upper body was bulging with muscles. He had arms the size of tree trunks! "Hello, mom. Long day?"
I was wearing a gray flannel pinstripe blazer with a matching skirt and a shiny, black silk blouse underneath. I saw his eyes widen at the sight of my black, sheer stockings and the high heels but was too tired to think much of it. "What are you doing in here?" I asked sleepily. I removed the blazer and draped it across the back of a nearby chair. I yawned and stretched my arms. His eyes lit up as my full breasts lifted and shook. "You know that you shouldn't be in here. This is my room remember?" I was used to his stupid stares and didn't really notice that his gaze was a little more lingering than usual. I was too tired.
"Goodnight, Brian." I brushed past him and entered the small adjoining washroom. I fluffed-out my dark chestnut hair that I had pinned back and gazed at myself in the mirror. My hair is full and wavy and flows a little past my shoulders in a cascade of thick waves. I have big, dark green eyes and a small, pouting mouth. My skin is fairly smooth and not too wrinkled. I try my best to stay as healthy and fit as possible, eat right and use very little cosmetics. At thirty-eight I have come to the stage in life where I am neither young nor old. I'm sort of in between and try hard to stay in shape before I start to sag all over. So far I've been lucky and have managed to keep my body lean and fit. I am five-foot-five and my 36-25-36 figure weighs-in at only 120lbs.
Admittedly, a lot of that weight can be contributed to my bust. I have a rather big and full one, a hefty 36DD. I am definitely not conceited, but I know that my firm and virtually sag-less breasts are the envy of many younger women. They are not silicone enhanced but they do tend to stick out on an even keel as if they were. My ex-husband and all my previous lovers have all been crazy about them and my luscious, dark mahogany-colored hair. Yet with these two attractive features and all the charm and ex appeal I can muster, I am unable to find a stable companion. Men did not seem to like the fact that I had the 'extra baggage'. As soon as they found out that I had a son they immediately thought that I was looking for a provider. They never called again. Now that Brian is older I am hoping to finally meet a man. I'm starting to dress a little more provocative, wear more mascara, bright lipstick and so on and really lay on the perfume. I thought Brian had left but he was still standing there. He turned and stared at me through the open doorway. I caught his reflection in the mirror and noticed how his eyes were travelling up and down my body. "You look real nice today, mom."
"Thank you." I gave him a little smile. "I'm tired, Brian, and I'm going to bed. Be a good lad and run along. I'll see you in the morning."
