I know this is a little late, but I hope you all enjoy it. And as always, I appreciate any comments, and will continue to write, as long as you continue to read. So without further ado, here is the Term Paper, chapter 3. Thank you to all who read and enjoy.
3
I'd like to say that the next week or so before the Vacation was filled with filthy dirty sex, all the time, every chance we got, bumping like rabbits, but I'd be lying. Mom cut me off, She said I needed to concentrate on my studies. I couldn't argue with her, my grades had begun slipping since my asshole dad left us for his bimbo secretary, I mean personal assistant, whatever. It's like calling a vibrator a massager.
I spent the rest of the weekend working on the term paper for psych class. By the time Monday rolled around, I was stoked; I really wanted to show mom I was working hard, not just for me, but also for her because she was worth it. When handed back my assignment there was a note at top that read, "See me after class. " I was like Oh great, now what. What was wrong with it? I tried to keep it as anonymous as possible. The rest of the class seemed to drag on forever. Every time I looked up expecting Minutes to have passed, it was mere seconds. Finally, once class did end I rushed down to find what this mystery was all about.
"Professor Fischer?"
"Ah yes, Mr. Alto, I'm glad you had the time to meet me, hold a second please." he turned around to answer a question for another student while I looked around the room, I didn't want it to seem like I was trying to listen in on a private conversation or anything.
"Mr. Alto, thank you for waiting, I imagine you're Curious as to what your grade is." He said moving an empty mug out of his way before parking his short chubby ass on the corner of his desk, looking over the top of his thick black framed' eyeglasses. The light shining off his nesting bald spot would blind oncoming traffic. I think they should make note of that on his license.
"First, I would like to commend you on your subject. It is obviously not easy to have a parent as subject of a thesis such as this and I imagine it is difficult to learn about some of this abuse." Oh no, he realizes that mom is the subject. Shit, I wonder if he's figured everything out.
"with that said Mr. Alto, I'm going to give you until after we comeback from our big weekend break to present me with a paper that is honest and forth coming and not one where you spend half of it trying to hide the fact that your mother is the subject and that you find her Sexually appealing ."
My Jaw dropped, my palms were seriously damp and my mind went blank, I was busted. "Uh-Uhhh, Ok." Was all I could come up with, what a fucking loser I am to come up with mindless babble when I really need to come up with something smart or witty? "Ok." What the hell is wrong with me?
There wasn't much more said after that. I took my paper and went home, stopping at the tasty freeze for a couple of Sundaes first. I had to bring Mom something to-make her smile because my paper certainly will not. Once Home I walked into thumping music again, this time it was more upbeat and had a faster tempo compared to the last time.
I walked up the Stairs balancing frozen treats, my hands getting dangerously close to frost bitten. Mom's door was wide open and the whole situation was different from the first time I had accidentally barged in on her. I was admiring her perfectly round ass, bending over, her big tits swinging in a stretched beyond its capacity sports bra was graciously visible in the mirror. She was working out, trying to "get rid of these extra pounds your father packed onto my ass." as she put it, but I liked her ass. Personally, I love her ass. I want to bite it. 'Roar!' to hell with her palates.
"Hey mom, I got something for you.''
"I hope it's an A." She said grabbing the remote off her vanity and muting the type of fast pumping music that she liked to listen to while exercising. She turned, patting off the sweat with a fluffy towel from her brow, down her neck and all around her bra busting cleavage.
"I thought you could use a break for something sweet. "She smiled giving me that I can't believe you just did that look when I waved the ice cream sundae in front of her face, teasing her like a mirage in the desert.
"I can't believe you; you know I'm trying to lose a few pounds. Why would you do this to me?" Mom pouted.
"Because mom, I think you're perfect the way you are and you deserve a little spoiling from time to time."
She looked at me clearly frustrated but smiling. I waved the sundae around once more, teasing her with the finger numbing treat.
"Oh alright, but don't do this anymore, I'm serious, I picked out a special place for our vacation and I need to tone up."
"So you've decided where were going?"
"Yep," She said taking a guilty bite of her cherry chocolate ice cream.
"So ... where is it?" I prodded.
"I'll tell you but you can't back out, you promised we could go anywhere I wanted."
"I know, I don't think there's anywhere I wouldn't want to go as long as we're together."
"Aw, you're so sweet; you just remember you said that because we're going to the Cap de Agde."
What in hell is that? "Sounds nice, I'm sure it will be amazing."
She chuckled, taking another bite of her ice cream. "You have no idea what Cap de Agde is, do you?"
"Not a clue, don't need to, as long as it's where you want to go then I'm there." I said sitting on the corner of moms big, peach colored bed, scraping at the bottom of the little plastic bowl with the plastic spoon, looking for that last chunk of strawberries. "So where is it?"
"I'm so glad you asked son. Good news is you can pack light because the Cap de Agde is a nudist resort that lies on a beautiful, sandy coast, located in the gorgeous country of France.
