Chapter 30

Inspired loosely by:
https://i.imgur.com/a3pe7nz.jpg
Past and Present

“Do you two know each other?”

Jason didn’t answer. He didn’t want to lie to his fiance but he sure didn’t want to tell her how he knew her mother.

“I wouldn’t say we know each other.” It was Sandy’s mom, Karen. “But we’ve bumped into each other once or twice.”

Sandy knew something was up but she didn’t want to say anything in front of her step-dad, who seemed clueless of the awkward situation.

Jason tried to respond, “I umm...”

Karen smiled at Jason, “I used to work at Kelly’s Diner. On Greene Street. You had breakfast there a couple of times. Remember?”

Jason didn’t remember because he has never been to Kelly’s Diner but, “Yeah, that must have been it.”

Karen leaned in and gave Jason a big hug, “It’s so nice to officially meet you, Jason.”

While they stayed for dinner, Sandy was quick for them to make their exit. “So how do you really know my mom?” Jason and Sandy were now driving back home. “And don’t tell me you met at the diner.”

Jason did not meet his fiance’s mom at a diner. He doesn’t even know where Greene Street is. He met her at his friend Jimmy’s house.

Not wanting to go to college virgins, they found ‘Busty Momma’ on an online ad. A taxi brought her right to Jimmy’s front door. Jimmy’s parents were out of town at one of their many conferences so they had the whole house to themselves.

And for the record, it was money well spent. She and those big jugs fucked their socks off.

“I ... How could I...” Once again, Jason found it difficult to make full sentences.

But Sandy knew her mother, “Did you fuck her?” Jason looked over at her in shock, until the vibration of the car’s tires brought him back to reality. He had let the car veer off onto the shoulder.

Now looking at the road with both hands on the steering wheel, he tried to make his case. “I didn’t even knew you back then.”

Sandy took his lack of denial as confirmation, which it was. While disappointed, Sandy wasn’t all that surprised. After all, Jason wasn’t the first guy to have fucked her mom. At least Jason didn’t fuck her while they were dating.

Sandy took a deep breath, “So how did it happen?”

Jason looked over at her once again, “I don’t think ... I mean, it’s your mom.”

“Trust me. There is nothing you can say that will shock me about my mom.”

That proved untrue. While Sandy knew her mom often strayed in her marriage [she slept with at least two of Sandy’s boyfriends that she knows of], she had no clue that her mom was ever a prostitute.

Over the next few days, Jason and Sandy tried to get things get back to normal, but that proved hard. Not having to lie to his fiance about fucking her mom helped but ... it was hard to just ignore.

It was about a week later when Jason sat up in bed, ‘Shit!’

Awoken by his sudden outburst, Sandy sat up, “What’s wrong?”

“Tim!” He looked to Sandy. He was clearly upset. “We invited Tim Matthews to the wedding!” Seeing that his wife was thoroughly confused, he added, “Tim was there that night. The night we...” He caught himself before saying, ‘fucked your mom’. “We’re friends from high school!” Having just been woken, she was still confused. “He’s one of the guys who fucked your mom!”

They spent the next several minutes going back and forth. Finally, “Like you said, you haven’t seen Tim in two years. He might not even show up. And if he does, we’ll deal with it. Ok?”

Jason hated to admit it, but all the talk about Sandy’s mom and that night was having an effect. Jason soon found his way between Sandy’s legs, and it wasn’t exactly Sandy that he was fucking. In his mind, he was fucking Karen. He was fucking Sandy’s mom.

It was four days before the wedding when Jason found himself knocking on Karen’s door. She answered in a large, over-sized robe. “Jason?! Is something wrong? Did you and Sandy have a fight?!”