BLACK STOCKINGS WIDE ON WHITE COUCH

BLACK STOCKINGS WIDE ON WHITE COUCH

Mom modeled her new hosiery, just for me!

Based on art from Pandora’s Box – email me if you want the drawing.


Mom and I weren’t rich. After my father died of cancer at forty-one, the medical bills took most of the life insurance and we struggled financially. Our little bungalow house had few pieces of furniture. Just the basics. The best thing we had was this wonderful white couch that mom’s aunt had given us when she move to a retirement home.

The fabric was a sort of soft velveteen and had been specially treated to resist stains. Which was good, since we ate there a lot in front of the TV. I was not too messy a ‘Munchkin’ as mom called me, since I was always feeding my face. But once in awhile I did dribble some soda or something, but it never stained the sofa. We loved that great soft seat. It had one long wide cushion which made it comfortable for napping. The broad arms were well padded, the back in three sections wasn’t overstuffed and quite supportive.

In contrast, the dull orange coffee table that stretched in front of it was cheap looking. It came from the secondhand shop in town. So the food spills and rings from sweating glasses didn’t matter. We lived on the poor side of the tracks, literally, since they were half a block from us. You learned to sleep through the freight trains that rumbled by during the night. Mom was a waitress at the local truck diner. I once got in trouble at school for hitting a kid who called her a dirty blond. I didn’t know it was a hair color reference. I have the same shade.

But mom also had a bit of a reputation as a floozy, or ‘woman of loose morals’ I overheard a lady at church term it. I knew she dated a bit, but I’m not sure how much she ‘put out’ as the guys on the playground put it. She was no slut though. She dressed cheaply, because that was all we could afford. Jeez, even my green pajamas were from Goodwill! But of course she was going to go out with big tippers who wanted to show a hot babe like mom a good time. If once in a while she came home late, well she was an adult, and I was old enough not to need a babysitter – even if we could have afforded one.

So when she started dating this salesman that came to town on a regular basis, and the gent had plenty of dough, that was good times for us. I knew she was letting him have some action, the way they kissed when he picked her up, and how he grabbed her ass. More often than not she would get home in the morning. He stayed at a motel on the edge of town that had a reputation for being discrete. But when she saw him, he was generous, to us both. It was too good to be true. Four months into the relationship, she discovered he was married.

At least I got a new video game from the guy. There not much to do in our dusty little backwater mid-western town. The movies cost money. Bowling, you needed to belong to a league. How many places can you ride your bike to, when it’s all cornfields anyway? They did have a small dance band at the local Elk Club on weekends. Mom and the the cheating bastard, used to go there. Until she heard from a friend who worked as a maid at the motel, that he was hitched, the son-of a-bitch. The gal-pal had heard him talking to what was obviously the Mrs., after mom had left one morning. He didn’t deny it, he had four kids!

It was the middle of a hot August that the affair with her ‘false-fella’ from Sioux Falls went sour.