Author's note: This is a long story. Nine chapters. Sex doesn't happen until chapter 6. Please read the disclaimer, at the end, when you finish the story.
Chapter 1
This was it. No more hiding, no more running. The end for him, he thought as the plane landed. Sitting in his seat as the plane taxied to the hanger with a look of defeat on his face, Allen sighed and looked down to his right thigh where the large piece of metal was removed after the IED went off near his unit's vehicle outside of Baghdad.
She was the last person he wanted to see. She was the last person he wanted to know. She was the last person he wanted any involvement at all with. He didn't like the woman. But this was it. He couldn't avoid her any longer. After being honorably discharged from the marines, he was sent home to her – his mother.
She didn't know he was on the way. In fact, he hadn't spoken to her since he graduated high school five years prior. He immediately joined the marines and left. He Left everything and everyone, not looking back or making any effort to communicate with her. All except his grandmother.
They were like best friends. She practically raised him. She would be at all his sporting or school events. She helped him pick out a tuxedo for the prom. They would talk at length about any issues he was having with friends, school, and his mother. His grandmother was his mother as far as he was concerned. He begged and pleaded with her to allow him to contact her only, not his mother. After many arguments over the issue, and the fact that he never once called or sent his mother a card, his grandmother, Robin, accepted the fact that Allen will do what he pleases and tried to let the issue go. It hurt her to think of this divide between her daughter and grandson, but this was the way it was going to be and she accepted it. She would lie about not hearing from Allen, when she did, in order to spare her daughter's feelings. Or she would make up a story about reading something on the news about his unit in Iraq.
Allen's mother, Krista, knew of the rift between the two of them. She knew that when he left, that he wouldn't contact her or even care to. She knew that she may never see him again, and it broke her heart. When he left on that bus to Paris Island, South Carolina for basic training, her world collapsed. The worst part is that day is that she knew it was her fault. What was her crime so-to-speak? Sex.
To Krista, sex was just like breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping. To her, sex wasn't something that she only received every once in awhile if she was lucky or if she met the right guy at the right time and so on. No. Orgasms by herself or with other people, was a regular part of her, sometimes daily, routine. Deciding which of her friends to go out on a Friday night with and end the evening with sex was like deciding on which restaurant to eat lunch at. Fast food? No. Chinese? Maybe tomorrow. I know! Mexican!
It was as simple as that. She had many, many friends to choose from. Did she want one of her black friends, for a night of sucking and riding a big black cock? Perhaps she wanted one of her female friends, for a night of licking and grinding pussies. This was her life for many years. All through Allen's childhood and up until the day he left, presumably for good.
She threw it all away, she threw her child away. She spent so much of her time with her friends, going out to parties, events, a couple orgies here and there, that she rarely saw her son. She'd drop him off at grandma's when he was young. As he entered his teen years, he didn't need a babysitter, so she wouldn't have to take him to his grandma's. Instead he would be in his room, with the door closed covering his ears as best he could so he couldn't hear her sounds of ecstasy with whoever she was with for the evening. He felt awkward and embarrassed. I think any young teen would.
As he got a little older and obtained a driver's license , he would leave the house, driving a few miles down the road to his grandmother's. Robin would listen to him as he'd complain about the racket, complain about not wanting to hear his mother having sex. She'd comfort him he'd stay the night there and come home early the next morning after his mother's guests have gone.
He hated it. He hated that she'd flaunt her sexuality around like that. "Why does she have to be like that? Why can't she act her age or something...you know? I don't want to hear that crap. It's all she ever does!" He exclaimed as his grandmother put her arms around him.
The issue ran much deeper though. Robin knew it, even if Allen's teenage mind didn't yet. Krista wanted sex for various reasons. Her father ran out on her at a young age, she may have had low self-esteem, and finally, because she could so easily have it. At 5 foot 7, 120 pounds, she, like her mother, was gorgeous. She looked years younger than she actually was, had long, thick light brown hair down to the small of her back, and a body that bordered on perfection. With perfect C-cup sized breasts, and sexy, tight core, and a great butt, any man or woman would love to sleep with her. Her dark green eyes and full lips enabled her to finish a man by just staring deeply into his eyes as she would ride him to her own orgasm.
Krista started early, having sex regularly in high school, by the time she was a 19 year old college student she had become pregnant with Allen. His father was one of the remaining basketball players at her college that she hadn't slept with. She never told him she was pregnant and that was that.
With Robin working constantly to provide for Krista (and then Allen) because her husband left when Krista was 12, she was unable to monitor her activities as well as she would've liked to. However, she was able to stay in college and graduate. But the partying and sex didn't end after Allen was born. She wanted it and needed it. And she got it in excess. She majored in marketing and got a job as a marketing assistance, working (and sometimes sleeping) her way to upper management by the time she was in her late twenties.
She would sleep with clients after an evening of drinking. Or she would have wild, passionate nights with older, often married, executives at her company. Sometimes she'd be out of town for a week at a conference with a female coworker. Needless to say, they rarely left their hotel room during the evening. Moans, grunts, and cries of two women in ecstasy filling the hotel hallway outside their door.
Which was the first reason for Allen's resentment toward her: She was never around. She was always working, attending events, going on dates, or at the gym. If she was home, she was with a guest in her bedroom. She was never mean, often saying "hi sweetie" as she passed her son in the hallways, but she just wasn't there for him when he needed her. She was out or busy, and since this lifestyle was conditioned at such a young age, it never occurred to him to talk to her and build some kind of relationship. Would she be open to that? In his anger filled mind, he assumed she didn't care at all. This is why his grandmother is far more of a mother-like figure than Krista. She seemed to care.
The night of his 18th birthday party, which consisted of Robin and Krista singing happy birthday to him, blowing out some candles on a cake, and giving a few presents, Robin became aware of the second issue Allen had with his mother. At around 9pm that evening, Krista left his "party." She got up, grabbed her purse, and left.
"Happy birthday sweetie. Gotta go!" She cheerily said as she got up from the table, giving him a peck on the forehead and headed out the door. "Love you!" She whispered as she left, the two of them watched her walk across the lawn toward her car in her black cocktail dress.
Allen just sighed and shook his head. "See ya." He muttered, as he got up to help is grandmother clean the kitchen.
That's when it occurred to her: He was lonely. But that wasn't the only thing. Maybe he was feeling something that a shy, introverted, teen may feel from time-to-time. Something that all teens feel. Something a teenager with a sexually open and active mother may feel. Was it jealousy that she had such a socially and sexually active life and not him? Possibly. She then turned around and watched him clean some dishes in silent. He was tall, dark brown hair, fairly muscular, and very attractive – at least in her opinion.
