Single mother needs to make ends meet. Ch 1

Single Mother Needs To Make Ends Meet Ch 1

by aliveinpr

My stories do not necessarily reflect my personal proclivities of desires, wants or fantasies. Read and enjoy.

Marsha was sitting at her desk in the den working on her bills. She kept readjusting her budget. ‘How am I ever going to make it?’ she thought. ‘In two months, I will be $500 dollars less. Julie will be eighteen and child support for her will end. At least Susan is sixteen and I’ll have her child support for two more years. I screwed myself by divorcing that cheating asshole, I had the worst lawyer in town.’

It’s been two years since Marsha discovered her husband cheating for a year. Once she was divorced, she discovered that he had created with another woman for three years earlier. If she had known that before the divorce, she could have included that infidelity to increase the alimony. She did get the house, along with the mortgage tho. The house was awarded to her because of the children. Now she was waiting for a call, she was hoping to refinance the mortgage for a lower monthly payment. Even with a lower mortgage payment, it still wouldn’t be enough for her bare budget.

Marsha did get that call, but the refinance would only save her $100 a month in the payments. ‘A little help,’ she thought. She made an appointment to visit the bank to complete the paper work, but would have to leave work early Tuesday. ‘Even if I could scrape up the other $400,’ thought Marsha, ‘we would still barley make it each month. I really don’t want the girls to give up gymnastics or music lessons.’

Marsha put her head down in her hands on the desk and began to softly cry. She heard the girls come home, yelling their hellos as they ran to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. Marsha knew they needed to cool down from their gymnastics practice and then take showers before dinner. Marsha dried her eyes, not wanting her daughters to know she had been crying. Susan was peppy when she entered the den. She was excited and said, “I aced it, my landing from the uneven bars was perfect. The coach hugged me and even Julie gave me a high five.” Marsha was happy for her and she was happy that Julie gave her recognition. The oldest didn’t often give her younger sister complements. At least they didn‘t fight very often. ‘I have good daughters,’ thought Marsha.

Marsha give her daughter a hug and Susan said, “Oh, I‘m sorry mommy, you’re doing the bills, I’m sorry to interrupt.” Marsha smiled as best as she could and said, “It’s OK sweetie, I’m happy for you. Get your shower and I’ll start dinner in a minute.” She heard the shower turn on in the master bath, knowing Julie was getting her shower. It wouldn’t be long before the second bathroom shower would be on.

Marsha made organized piles of the bills and budgeting ideas, got up and went to the kitchen. She took out some frozen chicken breasts and began to cry, that this was the last of the chicken. There was a roast left in the freezer, and that would make at least two meals. She began to thaw the chicken and was staring out the window when Julie came up behind her and hugged her. Julie saw dried tears on her mothers cheeks. “Mon, what’s wrong?” Julie asked. Marsha merely said, “Oh, nothing for you to worry about.” And then asked her to peel some potatoes, she wanted to make mashed potatoes to go with the chicken.

Julie kept watching her mother. ‘She seems to be depressed about something,’ she thought. As she peeled some potatoes, she kept watching her mother. Her mother didn’t seem to be her jovial self and seemed to be preoccupied while working on dinner. Julie thought, ‘We three girls, we are a happy bunch, like the three musketeers. Something is bothering her. She hasn’t been out on a date for a long time, maybe she misses the male companionship.’ Julie smiled at her mother and asked, “How about I get your wine and pour you a glass?” Marsha answered, “Oh, maybe later I’ll have a glass, not right now, but thank you sweetie.”

During dinner, the girls happily chatted about their progress in gymnastics and Julie gave more compliments to her sister for the landing she made today. Julie noticed that her mother didn‘t seem to have her normal excitement of the good news. Marsha then said, “Julie, your big day is only a couple months away. It’s a big time, eighteen. One milestone in your life. We should begin plans. Maybe who you want to have here, maybe a party at a nice restaurant. Think about what you want to do and we’ll set it up.” Julie said, “Oh, that’s still a long way off, I’ll think about it.”

Dinner finished, Julie began to take the dirty dishes to the sink when Marsha said, “I’ll take care of that, you need to get your homework done. You too Susan, now scoot.” Julie reluctantly set the dishes by the sink and then went with her sister to their rooms. Marsha cleared the rest of the table and rinsed the dishes before loading the dishwasher. She then thought, ‘At least the appliances are working. I just pray there aren’t problems with the car, I don’t need any more unexpected expenses.’

Julie pulled Susan into her room and said, “Sus’ did you notice mom, she’s bothered about something. No pep as usual.” Susan said, “When I went into the den, she was working on the bills. When I saw her, she had her head down in her hands. I think she’d been crying.” “Oh,” said Julie, “she’s having trouble with the finances. Yeah, she’d been crying when I went into the kitchen to help with dinner.” Susan said, “Maybe we could help, I don’t need a new dress for the prom. I can redo something I already have. It might help some.” “OK, I’ll think of things I can do too,” said Julie, “My Senior Prom is coming up, I don‘t have a dress to alter, maybe one of mom’s dresses, we’re the same size. Helping to keep our expenses down may not be enough, we need to think of ways to help.” The girls then went to do their homework.

Tuesday morning, Marsha knocked on Jackson’s door, she needed to ask her boss if she could leave work early. She heard the usual, “Come”, and opened the door. Her employer was a large man, balding somewhat, in his 50’s and very handsome in a rugged way. She heard, “Marsha, what can I do for you?” He was spinning around toward his desk from the window. Marsha said, “I need to go to my bank this afternoon. I was hoping I could take off about an hour early?” Jackson Williams asked sincerely, “I hope you’re not having trouble with your account.” Marsha began to wring her hands and beads of perspiration began to form on her forehead.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” said Jackson, “I didn‘t mean to pry. Please, tell me what’s up, maybe I can help?” Marsha nervously said, “Mr. Williams, I have to refinance my mortgage to help my monthly budget. Please, I have to get to the bank to sign the papers.” “Marsha,” he said, “we go by our first names here, call me Jackson. I never want this company to be so formal…last names, bah. Sure, take two hours if you need it. Again, is there anything I can do to help?” Marsha smiled and said, “Oh, I just need an hour. Now that you ask, do we have a position I could take that pays more?” Jackson smiled saying, “I wish we did. If anything comes up, I’ll consider you first.”

Marsha smiled and said, “You’re the best boss.” Jackson smiled and said, “Maybe your boyfriend will ask you to merry him. Two incomes seem to be the way to balance the budgets now days.” Marsha’s face reddened and she said, “No, no boyfriend. I haven’t dated for many months, no knight in shining armor, at least I haven’t found him.” Jackson, giving a sly smile, and said, “Don’t take this wrong, please, it’s just a compliment, you are such a beautiful woman, I’m surprised you don’t have several men chasing after you.” Marsha smiled and turned a darker red as she thanked him and turned to leave.

Jackson watched as she was leaving. He was thinking, ‘What a great ass that white woman has. Her whole body shouts SEX, perfect proportions, there must be something wrong with men now days, she is so fuckable. She’s making my cock hard, I might have to have go home at noon and fuck my wife.’

Marsha was returning to her desk and thought, ‘Maybe he’s right, maybe I should spend a couple of dollars at a bar and see if ‘Mr. Right’ is out there. Being a female, at least most of my drinks would be paid for and I could get exercise dancing too. He’s such a nice boss, probably ten years older than me, but really good looking for a black man. I shouldn’t think of my boss that way, he’s married, I met his wife once and she’s beautiful.’

Marsha completed her appointment at the bank, but knew she still had to find a way to balance her budget. She went through her closet and pulled dresses out that she hadn’t worn since her divorce. She had dressed to be sexy for her husband, he liked other men looking at her. She wondered if she still had a sexual image her husband wanted. Four dresses were laid on the bed. Holding them up against her body, she was impressed that they were still in fashion, would still fit her and show off more ‘skin’ for that sexy look.

She stripped and wiggled into one stretchy dress. She looked in the full length mirror and with the few pounds she had gained from the divorce, her body was nicely shaped with the stretch material, her ‘curves’ were very pronounced. One problem she saw, panty line and bra straps showed. She pulled the dress off and removed her bra and panties. Putting the dress back on, ‘Oh, what a difference,’ she thought, ‘maybe shorten the hem a bit, I might not have to buy drinks. The wolves seem to have money to hit on us women.’

She sat on the bed and pulled up a pair of thigh high stockings and then slipped her feet into a pair of five inch pumps. As she was standing in front of the mirror thinking, ‘God, I’ll make a lot of men hard.’ She then heard, “Oh, my God.” She turned her head and saw Julie standing in the door way. “What do you think,” she asked Julie, “do you think I should start dating again?” Julie’s eyes were wide open and she said, “Yeah, date, but that dress is close to making you look like a prostitute.” Marsha said, “It’s still in fashion, in fact the newer fashions, the dresses are mesh or knit, they show off more than this.”

The next day, she wanted to thank her boss. Marsha went to Mr. Williams’ office and as she knocked, the familiar “Come” was heard. She entered and said, “Thank you Mr. Wil…er…Jackson, sorry. I got my refinancing done, but still way behind in the budget. I thought about what you said, and yes, I need to break out of my shell and date.