Mom Taught

David (17) – 6-foot, 5-inches tall, short brown hair, 198 pounds,

Renee (31) – 5-foot, 9-inches tall, all legs. Shoulder length brunette hair, beautiful blue sparkling eyes, a smile that lasted all day, always showing her flawless white teeth. Small breast, with large nipples.

Art (37) – 6-foot tall, sandy blond hair worn in a ponytail under his hat. Arms the size of a ponderosa pine and fist the size of hams. Short on words, but always to the point.

6 a.m. I was riding the bus to school; it was my senior year. The next collection of kids was ten miles down the old country dirt road, it was my favorite bus stop for the past eleven years. Katya, a junior in high school, was beautiful. Standing at 5 feet, 2 inches, today her tight 17-year-old ass was painted into her jeans, her firm perky breast hidden under her bulky sweatshirt, her jet-black hair hung just below her shoulder blades. I turned in my seat and was lost in her dark brown eyes. Eyes that would draw you in and imprison you for life! I loved Katya, from the time she was ten, she did not know it, YET! Last month I asked her to our schools’ promenade. Unlike a prom, each year the graduating class would pick a theme for our annual year-end dance. This year was “1860 attire!”

The bell rang and school was over. I always sat in the same seat second from the last. Katya always sat in the back. She boarded the bus, in gym clothes, that being her last class of the day. Rushing before the bus was about to depart, she threw herself in the seat, sweat running down her neck into the space between her two perky 36B firm boobs. Catching her breath, her chest rose softly with each gasping breath. “WOW, I almost missed the bus,” she said, smiling at me. Katya had the most beautiful smile. Like the sliver of the moon, her lips turned upward enough that two dimples shown on each side of her lips. I could not wait to hold her in my arms and kiss her, or so I was hoping. She turned a little and raised one leg onto the bench seat. Her long, strong, brownish leg bent at the knee, exposing a thigh that slowly disappeared under her high ridden gym shorts. I just started at her legs, and hips. Her rock-hard tight abs were more visible in this position. My god she was beautiful. “Da – vid, DAVID” she said loudly the driver must have heard her. “Have you heard anything I was saying,” she asked. “Hum, what” I said, as my cock was twitching in my pants, and my eyes were torn from the beauty of her long slender leg. Looking deep into brown eyes, I said. “what, I’m sorry. What did you say?” With a childish pout, Katya turned in her seat, placing both feet on the floor hunched forward and looked out the window. “Fuck” I said to myself, the next drop off point was hers. “Look, I am sorry, I was deep in thought” I said. Katya looked into my deep blue eyes and slowly smiled, “deep thought, my ass” she said. “Okay see you Monday, the dance is next week remembering!” She stood walked off the bus, swaying her ass knowing damn well I was watching. Swimmer, gymnast, cheerleader, track star, what guy would not love Katya?

“Hi honey,” mom said when I walked in the house. “How was school?’ she asked. “Yea, fine” I went on, “I am so stupid, I never know the right things to say to Katya. Why she ever said she would go to the dance with me I will never know.” Mom gave me a hug and kiss, as she always did when I came home. “Because you are smart, handsome, strong…” Sure mom, I said cutting her off mid-sentence.

Dad was the fourth-generation homesteader on our 500-acer farm, 800 head of cattle and various other livestock. We lived in an old small two-story saltbox farmhouse, two bedrooms upstairs and master bedroom, bathroom, kitchen, and living room downstairs. Our barn and other out-buildings were all bigger than our house and, rightly so; that is where we spent most of our time. Dad in his spare time also sold and repaired farm machinery.

“Renee” my father said at dinner, “I am leaving for Minnesota in the morning and I’ll be gone for two weeks, he said.” Yet another long business trip. Dad always drove, most of his tools and manuals were in his truck. “You are going to miss my birthday and graduation,” I said with a mouth full of spaghetti. “I am sorry David” he said, “I cannot help it, plus we need the money as property tax time is due in three weeks.” Mom smiled as always, “darling we will be just fine” she said. To whom was she speaking flew through my mind! We finished dinner each of us carrying our plates to the sink. Four hours of daylight left, and it was back outside to continue working, normal daily routine. Friday night and this farm boy was home, while the city kids were out having fun. Sucks! Our only bathroom was off the kitchen. A sink, toilet, bathtub, and two doors. One door opened into the kitchen, the other into my parent’s bedroom. Dad promised he would add a shower head, that was five years ago. I grabbed the bathtub faucet hose attachment and rinsed the soap and dirt from my body. Towel dried, I grab my clothes and ran nude to my room upstairs. My bedroom was right above my parent’s room, the other bedroom was a study and spare guest room, which was never used other than doing homework. I sat in the solid oak office chair, staring at the desk calendar, the next weeks days were crossed off except Friday, senior exam day, and the end-of-year school dance were next week.