Prologue:
It started at a brightly lit cafe in the afternoon. Three friends, all married mothers, were having a conversation over coffee, as they did every Wednesday. This time, however, things were far different. A great deal had happened to all of them recently, and finally, last week, they had shared this with each other. Although their stories were all very different, the similar outcomes had led them to believe that this sort of thing was much more common than they would have guessed before, especially in their small town.
This week, Raquel had suggested that they share their stories with others.
"So, wait, how would this work? Hypothetically, I mean." Gina, a curvy, olive-skinned-brunette dressed in tight jeans and a loose sweater, asked. "Would it just be the three of us and our sons?"
Raquel, a conservatively-dressed blonde, allowed herself a small, subtle smile. She knew her friends well. They'd been best friends since high school, always pushing each other a little farther, a little harder. They'd had some wild adventures together in college, but somehow they had become married, bored, and horny. Not to mention ignored, neglected, and it some cases betrayed.
"Well, Gina," Raquel answered. "Hypothetically, we'd start, yes. We'd write the first three parts of the book together. Each one of us would write a chapter with our sons. Then, when we had enough to share and entice, we'd expand our circle. Lord knows there are enough desperately horny mothers in this town to fill at least a city bus, much less my living room."
The third member of the group leaned forward and spoke. Linda was an athletic redhead who seemed to constantly wear yoga pants or leggings, today alongside a tight tank top. Linda usually followed her friends' lead, but this time, she couldn't hold her peace any more.
"God, I don't know if I could share this, guys. Its so personal. I've never felt this loved in my life...and certainly not this well fucked, but to tell other people..."
Raquel's eyes widened at Linda's admission. Gina smiled widely.
"No one is forcing you to tell, but I bet you and Bleys would like to hear our stories as well, right?" Gina said, obviously all in now that she realized that she would get to hear more details about the forbidden relationships of all the others. "So, I trust you both and your boys, of course. We all know more or less everything about each other. But we're going to invite other friends, right? Maybe even women who we don't know, and their sons! How do we know they won't talk?"
Linda answered this time.
"What if we demanded proof? We're going to have them show up together, right? And then tell their stories. So, we make them provide something like a picture or an audio or video recording that's very incriminating. Something we'd all have access to."
"Oooh," Gina said, "I like that!"
"I do too," Raquel nodded in agreement. "And we can always allow a mother and son to express their love in front of the group if they would prefer. We can still record it for posterity."
"And it would be hot as fuck," Linda said. "We could assemble the media and stories in some kind of archive so that everyone could see them any time after they're presented. I could make the website and make sure it's nice and secure."
"Then it's settled," Raquel said with a smug smile. "Every week a mother will share her story alongside her son. You each know what you have to do at home. Give me a list of any women you'd like you invite, especially those that you think have already done something. If we run into anyone on the verge, we can give them a little push and send them down the...correct path. I'll host the first meeting. I'm confident that this will be so very, very enjoyable for all of us."
* * *
Three weeks after their conversation at the cafe was the first meeting of the Auburn Hills Mother/Son Reading and Discussion Club. Raquel joked that the name was so long because anyone who might be suspicious would probably fall asleep by the time they finished reading it. It was exactly the sort of thing that education-conscious suburban helicopter moms might come up with to keep their sons on the right track.
Never mind that the track now included a stop in their mother's beds.
Gina, Linda, and Raquel were prepared for the small crowd of mothers and sons that had shown up, looking nervous and milling about, eating the provided snacks and sharing suspicious glances. They each had their own stories ready to tell, and proof would, of course be provided. But all of them knew each other, if not as friends or acquaintances, then at least on sight. It was a small town. There was a lot of fear of exposure, as was natural. It was for this reason, that the three "Founding Mothers", as they called themselves, had decided to share one of their stories at the inaugural meeting, to break the ice.
Linda would go first...
* * *
Book 1 - Sleeping Beauty - Linda and Bleys
"No. You can sleep it off at your useless friend's house."
Bleys sat on the couch and pretended not to hear the contempt in his father's voice. He wanted to speak up, to tell him that he shouldn't talk to her that way, but he knew from experience that wouldn't end well. Meanwhile, his father continued to bark into the phone.
"I don't care. You wanted to go out and have fun with the girls, you can find your own damn way home. It's disgusting the way you all want to act like you're still at college," his father added. It was enough to give Bleys the courage to speak up.
"I can get her, Dad. I don't mind," Bleys said. His voice was soft, but there was a confidence to it that surprised him. The truth was that his mother, Linda, worked hard at her job, stayed fit, and still managed to make dinner and take care of the house. While his father made more money, he hadn't contributed to the family in any other way for years.
Bleys didn't know what had happened between his parents. He could remember, many years ago, his father taking him fishing, being attentive to his mother, and the family being happy. For the last few years, he'd come home late from work regularly and simply checked out when he was home. His "home office" had basically become where he lived. Worse, at least to Bleys, was that he was cruel to Linda.
