Mark sat at his desk, in his big office and looked across at the woman seated before him. It had been three years since he had seen her last. Three years! And looking at her face, she had aged. Oh, she still had her youthful figure. Even at 53, she still had the body of a 30 something.
Mark allowed his eyes to travel from her face to her feet. He had purposely placed the chair back, so he could see all of her as she sat before him. Her breast looked full and firm. Even as she sat, he could see the trim waist that led to her small hips. And she still had legs that could stop traffic.
She knew that he was looking at her. It was as if he was slowly undressing her with his eyes. It made her feel very uncomfortable. She sat in her chair, trying not to show her nervousness. But she couldn't stop wringing her hands together.
She looked at his face, and her heart stopped. He looked so much like Mark Sr. so much about him reminder her of his father. The way he sat in his chair! The way he twirled his pen! Even the way he looked at her. She shivered, as her body reacted to her long suppressed sexual memories.
"What exactly do you want from me? I haven't heard from you, nor seen you in three years. THREE YEARS! You're my fuckin mother! At dad's funeral, all you worried about was Helen and Monica. You left me alone by myself while you consoled them. Didn't you think that I loved him too?"
She began to cry. The things that he said were true, and she could never deny them. Her and her husband had denied him their love and attention. Instead, they showered his sisters with all their love and attention. But damnit! He was her son! He was supposed to help his family. And her and his sisters needed his help. They needed his money. And he had enough to give them some.
"Mark, please! This is not easy for me. I know that the way that we all treated you was wrong. We did love you. But your sisters needed that encouragement that we gave them."
Mark sat and looked at his mom. Well she was his mom by birth anyway. She had never shown her motherly love to him. She had given his sisters everything. Gave in to all their whining and wanting. But him! No! For him, it was always "Later Mark. Maybe after we take care of Helen or Monica's needs we will think about yours".
"They need! They always need! You and dad spoiled them so fuckin' much, they will always need. What happened to dad's insurance money? You never called or gave me any of it. I know it was a lot; cause right after the funeral; Helen and Monica drove around in brand new cars. Wasn't I supposed to get any of it? Or maybe you felt that I didn't need it, so they could get all they wanted. But they blew it, didn't they! Just like they do with everything you do for them. And now you're here begging me for more."
Sarah got up and walked around to his chair. Mark swiveled around so that he faced her. There were tears running down her eyes as she looked at him. He had to help her. Those two girls had ruined everything for her. They had used up all their own money, and then started in on hers. She was now so deep in debt, she was going to lose her home. And still her daughter's pestered her for money. But Mark had his own company. He had lots of money. And she was determined to get as much from him as she could.
"Mark you're right! We didn't treat you like a son. And I'm so sorry for that. It isn't easy for me to stand here and beg you for money. And I wouldn't blame you if you threw me out. But I'm about to lose the house. Your sisters have used me and used me, until there isn't much left. I can't pay the mortgage. The house is in foreclosure. Please Mark! I don't want to lose my home. The home you grew up in. You have to help me! You just have to!"
Mark looked his mom up and down. She hadn't changed much. Oh she was older in the face, but neither her body nor her attitude had changed. And knowing that, he became even angrier than he was when she first called him begging.
Mark turned and picked up a piece of paper from his desk. "You haven't paid your mortgage in four months. Every credit card you own has been maxed out! The cars that Helen and Monica drive are in your name, and they are about to be repossessed. You're fucked! And so now you come around to me. The son that you couldn't have cared a shit about before!
And you have the nerve to beg me for money! And not just a couple of dollars either! You're asking for a considerable amount of money. And if I give it to you, you will give it to those two sluts and be right back looking for more in a few months. Do I look stupid to you? Do you really think that I am that fuckin' dumb? That I owe you that much?"
He was her last hope. All last night, her daughters badgered her about coming to him for help. They wouldn't come themselves. Oh no! They had always treated him like shit. Rubbed it in his face that they were the favored ones and he didn't matter. He would do nothing for them and they knew it. But he might help his mom. Then they could get it from her like they always did.
"How badly do you need this money mom? Or should I ask how badly do my two sisters need this money. Cause as sure as I'm sitting here, and you're standing before me beggin, you're doing this more for them then yourself. You never treated me like your son. So don't act the part of the hurt and needy parent now. What will you do for the money mom? How much is it worth to you?"
Sarah looked down at her son. He had grown up without the love her and her husband should have showered him with. So he had grown up distant and hard. And she couldn't blame him for his anger. He knew that she was begging for his sisters. He knew them all so well.
"Mark! I really need your help! I don't want to lose the house. And you're right! I am asking you to help your sisters by helping me. I know I don't have the right to ask you for anything. I know that we never really gave you the love that you should have had by right. But I'll do anything! Please help us! Please Mark?"
