The Life of John Smith Chapters 3 & 4

Chapter 3 Another Year with Mother

Mother was especially nice to me when I got home. Since it was her day off, we stopped on the way home for dinner. She had me tell her what I had done and seen in LA. I did not tell her about Shirley. When she pressed me for details, I said I was tired. She said she knew I was tired, so she told me that when we got home, I should bathe and go to bed. When I got in the tub I began to beat-off. I was about to cum when my mother walked in. Of course, I stopped and hid my boner in the soapy water. I am sure she noticed but she said nothing except, “I got to pee. As soon as I am done, I’ll scrub your back.” I did not say a thing. I just pretended to wash my feet and legs. When she finished scrubbing my back she said, “Go ahead and finish what you were doing when I interrupted.” She made no pretense of leaving.

I decided then and there I was no longer going to be the yes-boy I had always been with her. I looked right in her cold grey eyes and said, “Give me some privacy.”

She looked into my eyes long enough that I averted my gaze then she said, “Yes, of course,” and walked out closing the door behind her.

I found that I had developed the habit of ejaculating once or twice a day and to not do so caused my testicles to ache. I was always careful so that my mother had no reason to notice. I was careful to do it either in the tub when I bathed, over the toilet, or in the morning when I had morning wood in my bed into a washcloth. I would be sure to wash the washcloth in the bathroom sink that morning.

One Friday that fall mother did not come home at her usual time. She was still not home by the time for me to go to bed, so I did the usual things like checking that all the doors were locked, and all the lights were turned out. Then I went to bed. Sometime after I went to sleep, I heard my mother yelling. I could not distinguish what she was saying so I got up and went into the hall. Her words were slurred by drink, but she was yelling for someone to get out and leave her alone. Then I heard a man’s voice trying to shush her.

The light was on in her bedroom and her door was open. I went to her door to look in. Mother was on the bed totally naked and there was a man just dropping his pants. Mother shouted again, “Get the fuck out of my house!”

The man spoke quietly, “Shush Missy, you invited me for a fuck and that is what we’re doing.”

I knew I could do nothing to defend my mother unless I had help so I slipped past her room to the kitchen. There beside the refrigerator was our shotgun. When I got back to mother’s open door, the man was just mounting her. Still in the hallway I shouted, “Get the hell off my mother!”

He started speaking before he looked over his shoulder, “What are you going…” He did not finish because he clearly saw me pointing the gun at his ass. He stood slowly and turned toward me, his dick waving at me. I pointed the gun straight at it. “Now listen sonny I just want to get what’s owed me.”

I cocked the gun and shouted, “Get out now or I’ll blow you dick off!”

He appeared to get the message because he picked up his pants and sat on the bed to put them on. He stood to pull them up and buckle his belt. He picked up his shoes and sat on the bed again to put them on. As he did, he said to me, “I bought her a bunch of drinks. She asked me to take her home. I brought her in here and helped her get undressed. Then she started shouting. Just figured she owed me a fuck. What say I pay you ten dollars to let me do it.”

“Your head is what I am aiming at now. Buckshot makes a nasty hole,” is all I said. He stood and went quickly out of the house by the way he had come in. I locked the door with shaking hands. I cracked open the gun to find it not loaded. As I returned the empty gun to its normal resting place, I found I was so light headed I could not think or keep my balance. I leaned against the refrigerator.

When I could think again, I wondered what mother was doing. I went to her door and there she was, naked on the bed, with her legs splayed out ready to be fucked. I decided to leave her that way. I turned out the light and went to my room. In my room I got to thinking. I could do almost anything to my mother right now. I had had lots of chances, but I had almost always avoided looking at her when she was naked or half naked. Right now, I thought, I think she owes me and besides she is passed out and would not notice if I did something.

The adrenaline was flowing again like before when I faced down her would-be rapist. I went out into the hall and stopped. A moment of doubt. I said to myself, she owes me. I went to her room and turned on the light. She had not moved. I looked to her eyes and they were closed, and she had a peaceful look on her face. I stepped up close and looked at her pussy. It was covered in a thick carpet of blond hair, but I could clearly see its lips were open enough that I could see a set of inner lips that were closed. To see more I would have to use my hands to spread her legs as I had done once before.

I looked at her narrow waste and wide hips, her flat stomach and then her boobs. I had had passing glances of her breasts but now I was looking at them. They were much bigger than 18-year-old Shirley’s. I would say they were grapefruit size. Shirley’s nipples were more brown while mothers were more pink. Shirley had tan lines while mother had none. These are all things that registered in my mind as I looked.

I called out, “Mother, are you awake!” No answer. I moved close to her face and loudly asked, “What do you want me to do?” Again, there was no response. So, I returned to where I could look at her pussy. I looked down at the tent my dick was making in my oversized T-shirt. I thought it would be so easy to lift my shirt, step forward, and fuck my mother.

The thought struck me, I was willing to shoot that guy that was about to do that. Would she have appreciated it if I had shot him? Would she want to shoot me if I fucked her? I pulled up my T-shirt and saw my dick was wilting like a flower that had not been watered. I turned out the light and returned to my room.

In the morning I noted mother’s car was nowhere in sight. When she got up just before noon, she came into the kitchen and did her usual of getting a cup of coffee before saying anything. Once she had sipped her hot coffee I asked where her car was. She looked at me and blinked her eyes then asked, “It’s not here?”

“No, you got a ride home last night,” I told her.

“Oh, I did, yes,” she slowly replied. She sipped some more coffee. Then as if to herself she said, “I did, didn’t I.” As she continued to sip her coffee, she looked like she was trying to remember. Later in the afternoon she called someone who came and gave her a ride to get her car. I said nothing about the man or the shotgun. It is possible she would not have believed me if I had.

The next Saturday she was up early, she made a breakfast of blueberry pancakes. It had been years since she had prepared breakfast. She even sat down and ate some. She had not eaten breakfast with me since Ella had left. After we finished eating and she had poured herself a cup of coffee she asked me why I didn’t have a driver’s license. I told her that a year earlier I had asked her to teach me to drive and she had told me she was too busy. She said, “That is what Saturday and Sundays were for. Let’s go teach you to drive.”

Three weeks later she had me drive to the State Patrol Office, because back then it was the State Patrol who tested and issued licenses. When the patrolman asked to see my learners permit, mother said, “He learned without one.”

He looked at her and said, “He cannot take the driver’s test without a valid learners permit.”

“Then give him one,” she said.

“He has to pass the written test before he can get a learners permit,” the patrolman said.

“Things have really changed. Give him the written test,” she said.

“He should study before taking the test,” he said.

“Give him the test,” she said.

The patrolman looked to me with a questioning look and asked, “You ready for the test?”

“Sure,” I said. I figured if I did not agree with mother it would be hard to live with her.

I took the written test and passed it. Mother purchased my learner’s permit and I then took my driver’s test and passed it. Mother’s parting words to the patrolman were, “I only started teaching him a few days ago. See what a good teacher I am.”

On the way home, she said, “From now on, on Friday you will take me to work in the morning and use the car to drive to school. Then you will pick me up after work. Okay?”

“Okay,” I said, realizing she had done this so that she might be able to avoid drinking.

The next Friday when I picked her up after work, she decided we would go out to dinner. We went home and dressed in our best clothes. We went to a very nice place to eat. The waiter asked mother if she wanted anything from the bar. She said something that sounded like, “A Manhattan.” Whatever it was it looked like a tall glass of coke. She had four of those drinks with dinner. On the way to the car she put her arm around me and said, “I’m sure glad you are driving home.”

I assisted her into the car on the passenger’s side and before I got behind the wheel she appeared to have passed out or gone to sleep. Once we arrived home, I could not wake her. I contemplated just leaving her in the car, but I said to myself she had been so nice to me and she had taken me out to dinner. Maybe next time I can persuade her not to drink. I half carried, and she half walked to her bedroom. When she flopped down on her bed she said, “Undress me, please.”

I did, I took all her clothes off and was about to cover her when she said, “I got to pee, please help me to the bathroom.” As I raised her from her bed totally naked, one of my hands gripped a breast accidentally. She made a little moaning sound but said nothing else. She held on to my hand while she sat on the toilet and peed and peed. She wiped herself. On the way back to her room she said, “I should not drink.” As I covered her in her bed, she gripped both my hands and said, “Give your mom a good night kiss.” I bent down to kiss her on the cheek. She turned, causing us to kiss briefly on the lips. She pulled me into a hug. By now I was laying half on my naked mother.