Chapter 1

I’m Karl Holt and my birthdays had always been big occasions, up until my parents divorced and my Mom Mia moved away. I loved the Lone Ranger and cowboy movies when I was little, so I had a cowboy party when I was 5. For my 7th birthday it was superheroes, and knights and princesses when I was 8. On my 10th birthday, my parents took my friends and I to a circus. The weekend before I turned 14, my Mom and Dad had a party for my friends and I in the morning, then took us to an amusement park with lots of roller coasters. We had a great time. When I was 17, Mom and Dad took me to Hawaii.

I spent nearly a week on the beach staring at girls, as my parents did who-knew-what in their hotel room. Another woman stayed overnight with them a couple times. My parents usually had a great time together, but since she was a professional model, Mom was away from home most of the time for photo shoots and other ‘work’. They told me they were divorcing the day we went home. I would live with my Dad most of the time and visit Mom when she was between modeling jobs. I’d stay at the same school and only saw my mother a few times a month anyway, so thankfully it wasn’t a big change for me.

For my 18th birthday, Mom sent me several small packages and a card. She apologized and said she would be stuck doing a movie in Monte Carlo for another month. I smiled as I sarcastically though, ‘Being stuck there must be terrible.’

I missed her and was a little sad until I opened her final gift, a video of a dozen other models swimming, playing beach volleyball, and prancing around in their tiny swimsuits. There were even a few ‘bloopers’ scenes, where nipples slipped out of bikini tops! For a straight high school boy, it was perfect! I watched their boobs and butts bouncing as I jerked off, until Dad came home with an attractive but older lady. I vaguely recognized her. She’d been with my parents at the hotel in Hawaii!

My father was 45 and she looked about the same age. Her heavy makeup concealed any wrinkles and her bright red lipstick drew my attention to her mouth. I thought her long fake lashes were pretty too. The gold and ruby rose-shaped pendant on her necklace sat in the cleavage between her large breasts, and her curly dark hair descended to the middle of her back. Despite her age, I thought she was quite sexy. I was very curious why Dad chose her, since his previous girlfriends had all been college students. When they met, he had been 26 and my mother was barely 18.