Chapter 2

Mom was still sleeping the next morning when I woke up. I checked to make sure my morning woody hadn’t escaped from my boxer shorts. Mom had her arm thrown over my chest as she snuggled up to my side. I untangled myself from my mother and went to the bathroom to pee. I did my business and went back to my bedroom and shook Mom. “Come on, Mom, time to get up. You need to get ready for work, and I need to get ready for school.”

“Oh, right. Thanks. I slept so well last night.” Mom threw back the covers, and I could see her nightgown tangled around her waist. I got a good look at her panties and long legs as she swung her legs out of bed and sat up. She yawned and stretched her arms, not even bothering to pull her nightgown down. This was not the first time my mother was casual about how she dressed in front of me, and I should be used to it by now. But my recently deflated cock was coming back to life anyway.

Mom stood up and adjusted her nightgown, then kissed me on the cheek. “Have a nice day, Honey. See you when I get home from work if you’re still home. And don’t stay out too late if you do go out.” Mom went to her room with its private bath. I heard the shower turn on. Like always, Mom was chipper and ready to face the week on a Monday morning. Any regrets about her weekend shenanigans were forgotten. It’s the weekend that I always dread. It seemed my mother was waking up in my bed after her weekend more often than her own lately.

Mom worked for a well-established firm as a project manager. She had ample opportunity to meet men who had a decent job, owned a suit, and knew how to tie a necktie. I could not understand why she always brought home losers. I wondered if she was afraid of having a long-term relationship. The longest any guy was around was three, maybe four weekends tops.

I got ready for school and had some cereal and juice. I said goodbye to Mom and got in my four-year-old Toyota Camry Mom had bought me. I drove over to my friend Greg’s to pick him up. Greg and I have been best friends since 5^th grade.

Then I drove to his girlfriend Emily’s house. Emily looks like your typical high school cheerleader — blond, five-foot-three, with a great body. They started making out as soon as Emily got in the back seat with Greg. I drove around the block and picked up Emily’s best friend, Beth.

I liked Beth, but she was not my girlfriend. She was pretty much attached to Emily’s hip. No matter where Emily went or who she was with, Beth was there. That often included when Emily and Greg went out on a date.

Greg did not have a car, so Good Samaritan Steve Cramer helped him out with his transportation needs. I would pick him and the girls up every day for school. On Saturday, we would watch a movie, hang out at the mall, get some fast food, or go to the lake and swim.

Greg is a good friend, and I consider Beth a friend too. With Emily, I am kind of on the fence. She has a bit too much attitude for my taste, and I’m not sure I trust her. Beth and I usually have a good time, but she always kept an eye on Emily.

It’s when I would drive to a secluded spot and give Greg and Emily some make-out time that Beth gets a little weird. Beth and I would sit quietly in the front while Emily and Greg made out in the back. It never took Greg long to get Emily’s top open and get her to go down on him.