First off, my name is Maximilian Augustus Kaiser, I know what you're thinking, pretentious bastard. Well, I didn't ask for the name, my highbrow parents named me that, I go by Max. I guess I should start by explaining my background and that of my parents. My mother and father divorced when I was young, around ten years old if I remember correctly. My father, James, was a trust fund recipient, his parents came from the extremely well to do, he was an only child so he inherited his parents wealth. I never really knew my grandparents; they made their money in oil, or so I was told. My mother is a snooty, over bearing woman that comes from a similar background, personally I think the two married for financial reasons, whatever the reasons it certainly was not out of love. She is, well, to plainly put it, a consummate bitch. The help, which she looks down on, hates her, and so does nearly everyone that comes in contact with her. I know, you would say '
but she's your mother'
, that might very well be true if she would have had a hand in raising me. That task was given to the staff of maids and other various servants that catered to her every need. I know the serving girls and their families much better than I do my own mother. She only asked for and was granted full custody to spite my father.
I suppose this is an appropriate time to describe myself. I just turned eighteen and am in my senior year of high school. I am the quarterback of my high school football team, a 5A school that has state championship aspirations. Money and grooming does have its advantages I must admit. I am able to workout in the finest gyms in town. I receive tutelage from a few of the better known local legend football players that our alma mater had produced. I have scouts from every major state college at my games watching me play on a weekly basis. I am on the fast track to a major scholarship to one of the more high profile colleges in the state, possibly even the nation. At six foot three, one hundred and ninety pounds I am an intimidating force in the high school halls. I have no lack of offers from the girls that roam the halls, cheerleaders, prom queens; even a few college girls that graduated ahead of me would text me now and then. All in all it is a good time to be me, but then I have to go home, and reality hits. No matter how many TD's I threw, or how many times I scrambled for a first down, it mattered nothing when I walked into my own home. My good grades do not matter, my achievements on the field receive a disgusted shake of her head, no matter what I do or how much I accomplish, it isn't good enough for the supreme bitch.
I bet right now you're wondering about mommy dearest, or Elizabeth, well let me describe the ultimate evil witch of the midwest for you. Yoga in the morning, an hour with a personal trainer in the afternoon, and then a few hours in the spa after that. Oh, she's a looker alright, she turns heads no matter if it's in the mall or in a revealing dress at a cocktail party. Forty one years old five foot nine inches, big fake tits, I'm guessing around thirty six D, I've never cared enough to investigate, and a firm round ass to match. She has long blonde hair and botox lips that go well with her sculptured nose. I'm not sure anything about her is real anymore, except her attitude, you can't fake bitch. At this point I'm sure most of you are thinking '
he's exaggerating
', brothers and sister, don't I wish I was. Let me give you an example, just to make things a little more clear for you doubters. Regional finals, we had won our class and had moved on to the playoffs, we had finished nine and one, and were to face the only team that had beaten us, and badly might I add. Our boys played lights out; we won by two touchdowns and were never really challenged the entire night.
The crowd was at a fevered pitch the entire game, the cheerleaders were dripping wet with post game anticipation and the coaches were walking the sidelines like generals right before what they knew would be a decisive victory. I guess I should explain something, in Oklahoma boys are held back so we are older when we get into high school so we are more developed to play football. High school football is king in Oklahoma. Well, our team for the most part was eighteen and nineteen year old seniors, a few juniors started as well, and what do a bunch of hormone filled eighteen and nineteen year olds do after winning a big playoff game against their heated rival, you guessed it, we party, and we party hard. Most of the players came from affluent families, it's how it works in 5A, players are recruited and their families given cushy well-paying jobs so their sons could play football at the big schools. So there we were, partying at one of the nicer houses in the neighborhood and having a really good time. If there was someone in the school that wasn't at the party then they were the type that didn't party.
The dungeon and dragons crew was there, the drama club, the rodeo club was present, even the computer geek contingent showed up. It was a party to top all parties. Now you would think that I would have my sights set on one of the tight bodied cheerleaders. And truth be known I have partaken in carnal knowledge with a few of them. But my main objective was Carrie, a luxuriously built member of the drama club. Five foot five, big natural boobs, a bubble butt, and with the sweetest personality that a guy could imagine. I hovered over her for most of the night and we were really getting along, in fact I really thought I was making inroads. And then my cock blocking mother stepped in, well not really her, but our main butler, Edwin, though I call him Ed for short. When he appeared in front of me my heart sank. "Ed, what are you doing here?" I asked, knowing already the answer would not be to my liking.
"I'm sorry, sir, but your mother requests you at the estate, she seems to think it is a matter of utmost importance."
I shook my head in disgust, "What now Ed, the DVR is on the blink?"
Ed sighed, "No sir, I think it has something to do with her personal computer. I'm very sorry, sir. I see as I look around that you were having an exemplary time."
I chuckled bitterly. "Yes, Ed, you are most assuredly correct. I need to say a few goodbyes and then we can go see what our supreme mistress, Liz, desires." Ed rolled his eyes, "I will wait in the car."
I spun Carrie to me, "I have to leave," I said with a shrug. Carrie laid a comforting hand on my wrist. "I understand," she said.
"I don't think you do," I responded. "My mother hates me being away from the house as much as she hates me being in it, I want to stay here, with you, but the demanding bitch will hound me until I go."
"Go," she said with a chuckle, "We have this whole year to be together, one night means nothing."
I looked at her and smiled deeply and then I gripped her by the shoulders and pulled her to me, "I really like you, Carrie." I said nervously, and leaned in to kiss her. She responded like I had always dreamed about, she threw herself toward me and kissed me with the passion that I had longed for, those beautiful breasts pushed against my chest. My hormones were raging, though I forced myself to turn and go to the car that I knew as waiting outside. I was furious, not only had the bitch cocked blocked me from Carrie, but she had spoiled the very reason we were celebrating in the first place, our dominating win against our arch rivals.
Our estate was only a few miles from where the party was being held and we were pulling down the long drive in a matter of a handful of minutes. By the time I exited the car I had worked myself up into a fury of anger. Ed stopped me before I had taken only a few steps in the direction of the front door.
"Max," he said with a small frown and a slight sigh. "Your mother has been drinking wine all evening and she is in one of those moods. The help has been going out of their way to avoid her."
"Great," I replied. "She always has been a mean drunk. Well Ed, I am not in the mood for her crap tonight, she's already ruined my evening, she might as well be mad at me too." I took a deep breath and headed for the door.
