Chapter 3: Home With My Mom

After school, I couldn’t wait until my mom got home from work. My mom was my closest friend and I shared everything with her. Who taught me to masturbate? My mom. Who was the first person I told when I lost my virginity? My mom. Who got me on the pill immediately afterwards? Do I need to say? She loved to wait up for me when I was out on a date so I could tell her all about it - the more details the better. It was like she was reliving her high school years through me but I didn’t mind. There are things I can’t tell even my closest girlfriends at school but with mom, nothing’s off limits. My mom had sex with her dad as well as with her sister so she was able to relate to my situation with my dad. Of all the people I knew, my mother was one the most wise and moral of anyone and I trusted her advice and usually took her suggestions - and later wished I had those times when I didn’t.

My dad was working late as usual so it was just me and mom for most of the evening. She’d brought home supper which we shared while watching TV in the family room. Both of us had changed out of our clothes and I was wearing one of my dad’s newest shirts while she had on a long nightshirt that fell well below her knees.

“You know, your dad’s gonna have a fit when he sees that on you,” my mom teased me, “He’s only worn that shirt once.”

“I know, why do you think I picked it?” I replied and we both giggled, “Besides, I doubt he’ll complain TOO much.”

My mom just shook her head in mock resignation. I knew she was just teasing me as after all, she was the one who mentioned my dad had some new shirts in the closet. I loved wearing men’s shirts in the evening, even if I took them off when I went to bed. They were loose and comfortable and sometimes I didn’t even button them up, depending on my dad’s mood for the night.

After some small talk I turned to my mom and told her about Robin’s suggestion for me. I told her about Mark and how Robin thought he’d been masturbating in school.

“In school?” my mom said incredulously, “I can’t believe anyone would be that stupid. Maybe in the restroom but not in class.”

I explained to her how the lab room was isolated in the rear of the class and how the window was protected by the blinds. Even so, I could tell from the look on her face that she still wasn’t buying it. I had to admit, I’d never seen anything myself but why would Robin lie about something like that?

“Well, I’ve heard more than a few things about that girl,” my mom huffed, “It wouldn’t surprise me that she just wanted to get you in trouble. You know, I was told she was doing it with your old principal - right in his office!”

I just laughed. Everyone in school had heard that one and while Robin would never confirm or deny it, it WAS true that he had resigned under some rather bizarre circumstances so who knows?

“Well, I don’t see what harm it could cause,” my mom said, finally giving in to me, “Just don’t do anything with your teacher - OK? You’ll never get that teaching position if you get caught.”

I promised her and went over to her chair and gave her a kiss. We hugged and for the rest of the evening we just watched TV while I did some homework. My dad was really running late so I ended up going to bed before he got home so he never got to see me in his shirt. Oh well, maybe the next night? I slipped in bed and the sheets felt cold against my bare skin but quickly warmed up as the comforter captured my body heat. I was tired but thoughts about the next day kept my mind churning and I felt a familiar twinge between my legs. The more I thought about it, the more excited I was getting and it wasn’t about teasing some poor boy.

No, my thoughts were centered around someone else - Robin. God she was so sexy and beautiful. I would’ve given anything to have a body like hers! Everything I had, she had just a little bit better. Her dark hair was long and natural wavy while mine was to my shoulders and straight regardless of all attempts I’d made. My boobs were slowly appearing but hers were right out of Playboy - full and firm with nipples that always seemed to be poking through her clothes. My figure wasn’t all that bad but she was classic with a perfect waspish waist and hips. Her legs belonged on the cover of a lingerie package while mine still thin and filling out. Most times I was jealous of her but with the lights out and me laying nude on my bed, I imagined what it would be like to be with her.