Mom (Beth) and Son (Corey) Enjoy Each Other–Part 1 of 2

(Beth)

As I near the end of my walk back home in the Blackstone trailer park at 3:00 AM after my late shift as a part-time waitress at a bar nearby, I again begin to feel the dread of entering my little 600 square foot single-wide trailer home. The sense of dread comes from feeling claustrophobic in my own home and also like a failure of a mother to my teenage son, Corey. His piece of shit father left us when Corey was only 4 years old, so it’s been just me and Corey on our own for almost 15 years now. I sometimes forget how long he and I have been staying afloat by ourselves.

Corey’s dad, Tom, and I dated in high school and we thought we loved each other. By the time I graduated high school, Tom was already 3 years removed from graduation and I was a few months pregnant with Corey. Looking back, Tom and I never stood a chance. We were way too immature when I got pregnant. We never got married, but did get this trailer with some financial help from my parents to act as a starter home. When Tom decided to not return home from work one night, I was left to be a single mother barely in my 20s. What a terrifying shock out of nowhere. Sure, Tom had threatened to leave many times over the years, but I never really expected him to do it. So when he finally did, I was emotionally shaken.

Tom had abused me countless times during our time together. Most of the abuse was verbal and emotional. I was made to believe I was worthless without him and would never amount to anything. I was repeatedly told that I’d fail our son and he’d grow into a loser like me. Only a few times did the abuse become physical. He never hit me, per se, but I was slapped, shoved, pinned down, and had my hair pulled on numerous occasions. Most of these instances happened when he was drunk. Unfortunately for me, he was often drunk. I was always afraid he’d hurt Corey. Luckily, he never targeted my baby. In fact, he never paid much attention to Corey. All parenting responsibilities were on my shoulders at all times.

There were the few VERY rare occasions when a sober Tom would give Corey attention. But, when he did, my heart melted. I’d always just watch them from afar and imagine how perfect life could be if Tom changed. During those times, I saw how Corey adored his father and craved his attention. Those brief glances at what could have been were like dreams that stood still. To this day, I have those images burned into my brain like photos in a photo album. I have a good one in mind right now. Hmm.

Then reality brings me back to Earth and my brief joy vanishes as I reach my front step. I can see the blue light of our TV coming through the blinds of the living room window. That’s where Corey sleeps and “lives” since the trailer only has 1 bedroom. He sleeps on a rollout couch out there and has no privacy aside from when my bedroom door is closed. Even then, it’s not hard to hear each other because of the thin doors and walls.

I unlock the front door and step inside to find my son asleep on the couch with an infomercial playing on the TV. He didn’t even unfold the couch before falling asleep. As I step over a blanket that fell to the floor to turn off the TV, I admire how handsome he’s become. His father, albeit a piece of shit, was most certainly good looking and passed those genes to Corey. He has the same wavy jet black hair down to his shoulders and defined jawline that Tom had. I have light brown hair and dark brown eyes and passed my eye color to him. He also inherited his father’s skin tone. I’m pale and Corey isn’t. Even though Tom wasn’t Italian, people usually assumed he was because of his skin tone and dark features. Corey’s on the more skinny side, but starting to fill out a bit during his late teen years. He’s a really good looking kid.

I reach the TV and turn it off, then cover him with the blanket that fell on the floor and kiss his forehead. I’m exhausted and quietly make my way down the hall to brush my teeth before crashing in bed for the night.

***The Next Morning***

(Corey)

I wake up just after 8:00 AM on Thursday morning to the sounds of birds chirping and movement from the community outside. The trailer’s lit from the sun shining through the windows and I get up to head to the bathroom. I walk past the kitchen area and see Mom’s bedroom door cracked open down the hall, so I decide to peek in to make sure she made it home okay last night. Mom’s on her back and spread out on top of her bed in a white t-shirt and black underwear. Her long light brown hair is covering half of her face with her head turned to the side. I take a few seconds to look her over before leaving for the bathroom.

Mom’s really pretty and I’ve been more aware of that for a few years. She’s about 5’6″ with light brown hair that goes halfway down her back, brown eyes, and a face with sharp angles. Her eyebrows are apparently something other women would kill to have, so I’ve heard from her friends, and her lips are full like Angelina Jolie’s. That’s the best comparison I can think of. Mom’s not skinny, but she’s in pretty good shape. Over the past few years, I can’t help but notice her curves because her butt and boobs carry some weight and bounce. They’re not BIG or disproportionate, but they look good and definitely catch my attention a lot. I feel bad about noticing, but can’t help it. Especially since I’ve never had a girlfriend, I find myself checking Mom out a lot more than I should.

After finishing in the bathroom, I check on her one more time and notice that she’s flipped onto her stomach now so that her butt is face-up. I feel myself getting turned on and start imagining what I’d like to do with an ass like that, then decide to walk away before I get myself in trouble. I wasn’t viewing that as Mom’s ass, but just AN ass. I need to check myself. I walk away with an erection forming and go to the kitchen to get some breakfast for myself.



***3 Hours Later***

(Corey)

I’m on the couch watching TV and hear Mom’s door open. I look down the hall and see her stepping out with squinted eyes still waking up.

(Beth)

“Good morning, sweetie.”

(Corey)

“Morning.” She shuffles into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. I feel bad for Mom because I know it’s been hard raising me by herself. I’ve always tried to be a good kid to make things easier on her. I feel like she could have been so much, but didn’t have a chance because of me. If I was never born, she could have had a good job, nice house, and a husband. But, she was never able to pursue anything because she had to take care of me.

My thoughts are broken by the sound of the shower turning on and realizing the bathroom door is cracked open. There’s an internal struggle with deciding if I want to get up and find out if I can see anything through the door like a perv or stay on the couch. It’s not long before I stand up and move toward the bathroom. When I reach the door, I can see the shape of Mom behind the frosted shower curtain in the mirror’s reflection. I can’t see details, only her shape. But, that’s good enough for me as I take my penis from my shorts and start stroking it. I hate myself for this, but my hormones are raging and I truly can’t stop myself. As she turns around, I can make out that she’s washing her boobs. Her hands are quickly moving over her body as I wish her hands were mine. Then she props her leg against the ledge of the shower wall and starts to shave it. I can tell her hair is hanging down in addition to her tits. Damn it, I wish I could see details. Her butt is defined, so I imagine how it looks under the water. Probably really shiny and soft. Then, my mind wanders a little more into wondering what Mom’s asshole looks like. Suddenly, I realize the water has been off for a few seconds and the curtain moves. Mom reaches out to grab a towel and I quickly move from the doorway with my erection still in my hand. SHIT, I hope she didn’t see me.

(Beth)

What the fuck? Did I just see Corey watching me shower from the bathroom doorway? Our bathroom fan hasn’t worked for a couple of years, so I leave the door cracked when I shower to allow some ventilation for the steam to escape. Did my son take that opportunity to perv on me? I wrap a towel around my head to dry my hair, then one around body to cover my chest to my knees.

(Corey)

Mom steps out of the bathroom a few seconds after I’m able to get back on the couch and pretend like I’ve been there the whole time. I look over at her to find her wet body mostly covered by towels while she rubs lotion on her arms.

(Beth)

Corey’s on the couch watching TV, but he looks like a deer in headlights. “What are you doing?”

(Corey)

“Nothing.” Be cool. Be natural.

(Beth)

“Did you just walk by the bathroom a few seconds ago?”

(Corey)

“No.” Mom bends over to rub lotion on her knees down to her ankles. This gives me a brief view of limited cleavage and I’ll gladly take it.

(Beth)

“I swear I saw something out here when I was coming out of the shower.”

(Corey)

“Maybe we have a ghost.” I begrudgingly look away to act natural and pretend the TV has my attention.

(Beth)

Hmmmmm. I’ve got my eye on this kid. If he was he was peeking, should I be worried? Is that a natural thing for boys his age? Is he just curious because he’s never had a girlfriend? Does he actually find me sexually attractive?! I retreat to my room to get some clothes on still trying to make sense of things.

(Corey)

Mom turns and heads to her room. I can make out the shape of her hips and butt under the robe as she sways them with each step until her bedroom closes. My erection is still full, but concealed under my blanket on the couch.