Marianne Mathers was more than happy with her life in the suburbs, living in a nice, gated neighborhood. Marianne was still enjoying marriage to her husband Scott who'd built up a highly successful business in home security systems.
With burglary on the rise, Scott had realised there was a big market for making the most of technological advances in the security arena and he'd worked with experts to create the most cutting edge security equipment out there.
Marianne always slept very safely at night knowing there was cameras and sensors all over her property, and even when her husband was away she felt completely safe.
She was never alone, though, with her younger son Marty going to the local college in the town. He was nineteen and looked it while his older, more academic brother Clyde was away at an Ivy League college but due home soon for the summer.
Marianne loved both her boys and got along with them both, also happy in the knowledge that they would both probably get involved in her husband's business.
While Clyde was the super smart son studying electrical engineering and the technology around security cameras, Marty was more sociable and outgoing.
Marianne felt that Scott would eventually employ him as a sales rep in the business, so she didn't worry that Marty wasn't as academically gifted as Clyde, he had other skills. And, while she thought both her sons were very handsome, Marty was particularly cute as her friends often told her.
The only thing she worried about with Marty was his love of partying and socialising. She'd brought up her boys in a rather strict Christian manner and held herself to very high standards of behaviour, which she had a strong reputation for.
Her friends credited her strong sense of morality for choosing such a good husband and maintaining a lasting marriage in an era where divorce was increasingly common. The closest Marianne came to sin and vice was a weakness for cake and chocolate, but she kept that under control by daily workouts in the home gym that Scott had installed in the house.
While both Clyde and Marty had behaved impeccably growing up, the influence of college life on Marty had become apparent to her. His college was rather more laid back than the highly competitive Ivy League college that Clyde was attending. Marianne had found it difficult to see her son get involved with frat parties where she knew there was drinking, drug taking and casual sex taking place.
Although she'd been a squeaky clean, extremely well behaved college student when she'd been Marty's age, she wasn't naive as to what went on.
The closest thing to bad behavior she'd known was someone offering a joint at a party once. Naturally, she declined and left instantly. She never did go to a college party after that.
But while she disapproved of Marty's partying and hedonistic ways, he was always very well behaved and helpful around the house, always offering to assist with the chores. As she knew his future was secure with a guaranteed role in her husband's ever expanding company she was prepared to turn a blind eye to Marty's youthful indulgences.
She was having to do that a lot lately as it was coming up to the summer break, so it was party season. Marty's social diary was becoming one wild party after another and he wanted to make the most of being one of the most popular guys in his college year.
Halfway through that week he found himself in his room trying to grind out an essay that had to be done by the end of the semester, having already done his finals for the school year.
He just couldn't be bothered with it and was constantly checking his phone, hoping for a welcome distraction. His buddy Frankie came to the rescue, sending him a text about an upcoming party:
'Marty, good one to go to this weekend. Johnny Johnson is hosting a weed party, the rules are you have to turn up with a bunch of rolled joints or you have to bring a space cake! I'm game if you are!'
Marty's eyes lit up at this text, he loved to get high even more than he loved getting drunk and everyone knew Johnny Johnson threw the best parties around. It was guaranteed to be full of hot girls and seeing everyone getting high was going to be a blast. Forgetting all about the turgid, boring essay he was trying to write, he texted Frankie back:
'Count me in, buddy! I'll be bringing a space cake for sure, I know how to make one and, let's face it, my joint rolling abilities are not the best! And a space cake can be so much more potent than a joint, I'll get everyone absolutely high as a kite including you and me! And you know what....I'll make it with that Lemon Volcano weed, it made me feel super horny so it's perfect for a party! Can't miss this one, bro.'
Frankie texted back: 'Oh I heard about that Lemon Volcano weed, dude you're going to get the party absolutely flying, my friend! I'll be there, don't you worry.'
Frankie sent Marty the party details, it was the coming Saturday, just a few days away. The only pain in the ass that Marty could foresee was having to sneak into the kitchen late at night to make the cake, which he felt shouldn't be too difficult as long as he didn't leave a trace of evidence behind.
His mom was the most fastidious housewife he had ever encountered, the whole house was kept spotless and she had some weird in-built detector for finding anything remotely out of place. Marty often laughed to himself that someone as hedonistic as him had been born to such a goody-two-shoes, prim and proper mom like Marianne.
The next day he picked up the ingredients he needed from the store and then figured that as he was partying on the Friday night too, he better bake the space cake on the Thursday night.
When it got to midnight on the Thursday he figured his mom would be asleep as she went to bed at the exact same time every night, eleven o' clock.
Figuring that she must be in a deep enough sleep by now Marty stole down the stairs as quietly as he could and, very slowly, turned the handle on the kitchen door, then just as slowly he pushed the door open. There was just a slight creak that gave him pause before he proceeded.
He got to work making the cake, then when the mix was done he started grinding up the dry herb and smiling to himself. He'd only had a little of this Lemon Volcano and he remembered feeling horny as a dog all night and having to jerk off to his favorite milf porn on the internet several times, to satiate his sexual urges.
