“Charles Michael Anderson! You’d better get your lazy butt out of that bed and get ready for school. If you miss that bus this morning...!” his mother yelled from the kitchen. Charles – Charlie as she usually called him – rolled out of bed grumbling and stumbled into the bathroom. He washed his face to wake up a bit and then came into the kitchen, still bleery-eyed.

“There! I’m up, okay – you can stop yelling!” he scowled at her. He poured himself a bowl of cereal and milk and ate his breakfast sullenly.

Charlie was a rebellious kid, he had always been one to go his own way at his own time. His mother, Diane, was at her wit’s end with him, having struggled to get him to grow up and take some responsibility for his own schooling and his own life. You see, Diane had raised Charlie and Sarah by herself for the past ten years – since her husband Jim had left them for a younger woman with no kids. The divorce wasn’t easy for Diane or for Charlie and he had really started being difficult shortly after. Now Charlie was a senior and he was getting close to graduating ... if he could keep his grades up enough.

The problem was that school didn’t really interest him. All he thought about was having a good time and his girl, Jenny. Jenny was a bright, attractive girl with a level head and a kind heart. She really loved Charlie and he loved her. But she went to a different school and she was keeping her grades up, looking toward the future. Charlie, on the other hand, believed in living in the moment and letting the future take care of itself. The lesson his derelict father had left him with.

Charlie finished breakfast and, with more prodding from his mother, managed to get dressed and ready for school. He got out just as the bus driver was getting ready to pull away. Diane sat on the front porch of her house, exasperated. But she had done it – Charlie was off to school! Turning back to the house, she began the rest of her daily routine.

“Damn I wish that boy would grow up and fly right! Every day it’s a fight to get him up and get him to the bus so he can go to school!” she said to herself as she prepared for work.

“I have my own crap to do today,” she said aloud to herself, “I can’t spend time nagging him to get up!”

Diane went into the bathroom and got herself ready the day. Diane was a waitress at a local restaurant, but fortunately today was her one day off that week. She wanted to make the most of it ... she was way behind in her housework, another thing Charlie was supposed to be helping with.

Her next task was to get her daughter Sarah ready for school. Sarah was a pleasure though – unlike her older brother, Sarah loved school and did very good there. Sarah was 12 years old and in junior high school this year. She had been very nervous and unsure about junior high ... it was a big change going from her familiar elementary school with only one classroom and one teacher to a school where she would have multiple classes to get to and multiple teachers to figure out. The first few weeks had been a hard adjustment for her but she was a trooper and she finally got into the groove of it. Now she liked being able to move around from time to time stretching her legs as she walked from class to class.

Diane quietly crept into Sarah’s room and gently shook her awake. “Sarah, time to get up for school,” she said, smiling at the not so little girl in bed. Sarah opened sleepy eyes and smiled. She got right up and started getting dressed as Diane turned to head back to the kitchen. Presently Sarah came into the dining room, and Diane handed her a bowl of cereal and a banana for breakfast.

“What are you doing in school today?” she asked Sarah.

“We have a test in history today ... on the American Revolution,” Sarah said.

“Well history is one of your favorite classes isn’t it?”

“Yes, and Mr. Roberts is a fun teacher. He tells us things that aren’t in our textbooks.”

“Well have a good day and I hope you do well on the test,” Diane said as she kissed her youngest on the forehead.

“I will Mommy,” she said, heading out the door to her own school bus.

With Charlie and Sarah off to school, she had the house to herself for a bit. She got to work doing the seemingly endless laundry. It was wash day ... again ... and she had plenty of it to do. Diane put the first load of clothes in the machine and got it going. She turned to look at the rest of her laundry. There was so much to do. She had at four more loads of laundry to do not to mention dishes to wash, floors to vacuum and she didn’t even want to think about what Charlie’s room looked like! Diane leaned back against the washing machine as she thought about the long day ahead of her.

Just then, as if to help her feel better, the machine changed cycles and began vibrating. Her washing machine was getting up there in years and it vibrated a lot during it’s washing cycles. She had wanted to get a new one – if her machine broke down, doing laundry would be very difficult! But the washing machine kept plugging away, much like Diane herself, and now, the two “girls” were having a moment. Diane let the old washing machine vibrate her already tired body and as it did, she started to feel another part of her body responding to the soft vibrations.

Diane gave herself over to the machines, gentle ministrations, letting the vibrations course through her as she closed her eyes. It felt so good, the house quiet, the soft whir of the machine and its caressing buzz ... Diane opened her eyes and looked at the clock – it was 11:30am. Good, the kids wouldn’t be home for another four hours. That would give her plenty of time and still be able to get her work done.

Patting her “girlfriend” goodbye, she went into her bedroom to her chest of drawers and opened the top drawer. Fishing around in her lacy things she found what she was looking for. She pulled out her favorite “stress reliever” ... an eight inch long, pink jelly “rabbit” vibrator. This particular model not only vibrated, but the head thrusted in and out and rotated, the beaded “collar” spun around to tease her G-spot, and the rabbit’s “ears” tickled and teased her clit. It had seven distinct speeds and intensity levels and never disappointed her or left her wanting.

Diane stripped off her oversized sleepshirt and dropped her panties. She usually worked around the house in comfy clothes like that ... no sense getting dressed to do housework, the vacuum cleaner doesn’t care what you wear when using it!

Diane opened her closet door adjusting it so that she would be able to watch herself in the full length mirror on the door. She liked to watch herself as she played – it made her feel dirty and she could imagine what her “lover” might see as he watched her. Laying back in her bed, she put a pillow under her hips and got herself comfortable.

Spreading her long legs, she exposed herself completely to her lover and began to move the fingers of one hand between the folds of her labia. She was surprised at how wet she already was – the thoughts running through her mind and the washing machines gentle urging had already got her sopping wet.

She spread the lips of her pussy and looked in the mirror, her pink hole looking back at her. She slipped a finger easily into her warm tunnel and soaked the digit in her juices, pulling it back a bit to rub her wetness across her aching, throbbing clit. She gasped at her own needfulness. It had been a long time since she had been this desperate ... she shoved two fingers into her next and began opening her hungry hole in preparation for her toy. God she was horny!

“Ohhh fuck!” she moaned aloud. She began rotating her hips in time with her thrusting fingers. She reached up and clawed at her large 38D tits with her long fingernails, pinching and pulling on her thick, stiff nipples. In and out, in and out, she thrust her long fingers deep into her ravenous cunt, trying desperately to find the release she so needed. She watched in the mirror as her hand disappeared, then reappeared, glistening with her juices and rubbing those juices around her pussy lips and clit.

“God, Diane, you are such a fucking slut!” she thought to herself as she watched her reflection in the mirror. Still she smiled at the idea. She WAS a slut – although a very frustrated one. She was left to her own devices far too much and had had to learn to satisfy her sexual needs herself. It wasn’t the best solution, but for now it was the only one.

Diane’s fingers moved to her clit and began to rub around the sensitive nub gingerly and slowly, savoring the little electric pulses it produced. Over and over the pleasure mounted inside her, building up through her entire body. She moaned again as the warmth spread through her. She had always loved the feeling of her own touch, having discovered the pleasures she could provide herself at a young age. Diane had been masturbating for as long as she could remember and it had served her well on those “dry spells” that seemed to come too often for her liking.

Diane’s dating life had always been sporadic. She’d had several boyfriends and lovers but they never seemed to stick around long. And the time between them was excruciating. Then she met Jim and she thought she had found the one she had been looking for. She was finally happy and satisfied for the first time in her life.

But her happiness was short lived. Soon after they were married, Jim’s true nature began to emerge. Slowly at first, but then faster and more pronounced. Jim was a player. He was a terrible flirt and he loved playing around. At first it was just innocent little comments and things. But then when she was pregnant with Sarah, Jim cheated on her.

The first time she was crushed, but being pregnant she was too scared to leave him. He promised it was a one time thing and he was sorry. So she took him back and forgave him. When Sarah was born Diane went into post-partum depression and Jim couldn’t handle it. He cheated a second time.

Diane did leave him that time, but after a few months, he bumped into her and they talked and he wormed his way back in. But when Sarah had just turned two years old, Jim decided he wanted something new and less encumbered by children and he left – this time for good.

Diane left her clit for the time being and went back to running her fingers up and down her dripping slit. She spread her legs wider and opened herself up more for her mirror lover. She circled the entrance to her vagina and plunged her fingers inside a couple more times.

With her pussy now at a good simmer, she reached for her pink vibrator. Turning on her toy, she placed the tip on her pussy slit, just below her clit, letting the vibrations run like lightning bolts through her pussy and clit, tearing a gasp from her lips.

Her natural reaction was to shove the device harder into her pussy, splaying her legs outward and bucking her hips upward at it and forcing her sex to grind on the buzzing demon. She stiffened in response to the incredible sensations of the vibrations coursing through her pussy, and her breathing became a series of short pants.

The initial shock of the toy passed and she was able to regain a bit of self-control. She turned on the rotating head and the thrusting motion and began running it up and down along her slit, pressing inside just for a second, making her push hard against it, wanting it inside. The feeling was like shock waves, running through her sex. It teased her, and pressed against her so that she responded by writhing against the bed, her legs shivering, her eyes closed in ecstasy.

“Ohhh God...” she moaned loud and forcefully. She could feel her orgasm building up, her clit reacting, by plumping up hard and tingling. She wanted to go over the edge. She moaned louder, she couldn’t help herself.

“Oh God, right there, yes yes yes, oh yes darling right there! Fuck me harder, ohhh harder, faster!” She imagined the toy was the cock of her imaginary lover, giving her his all in wild, passionate, lovemaking. She pressed the vibrator to her harder, all the while caressing the tender inside of her thighs. She ran the machine up and down, circling her sex and rubbing it over her fat swollen lips and throbbing clit. She could feel it building, “Oh yesss, God, now, uhhh yeeeaaahhh...”

She cried out as the head of the vibrator slammed into her clit, swollen and red, raw from sex, It took only a second to hit, but seemed to last for long minutes. Her body tensed and her hips rose from the bed. Her hand was steady and true, however, as if frozen in place, and the machine pressed against her, a gutteral moan tore from her lips as she cried out in passion, “Yess oh God, oh God, ohhhh!”

She came hard, the orgasm tearing through her tender sex, the vibrator humming along; she didn’t take it away. She knew how her lover would continue teasing her even as she spasmed. She would think she was about to faint, but he would continue to plow her furrow until she collapsed, sweaty and gulping in great breaths of air. She was shuddering, shivering now, the orgasm nearly run its course through her. Her sighs had become little moans of pleasure as she came down from it slowly.

She fell back onto the bed, sated, smelling the fresh muskiness of her sex. She turned off the vibrator, her legs were like jelly and she lay back, letting her womanhood contract. She was softly moaning like a kitten.

She lay on her back on her bed, her hands caressing her raw pussy. She sucked on the vibrator, hot from its work, and tasted herself on the soft rubber. Kissing her “boyfriend”, she softly whispered “Good night my darling,” before putting it back in its special place next to her sexy underthings, ready for their next date.

Diane rose from her bed after a few more precious minutes of quiet relaxation. The demands of her day interfered with her blissfulness and she rose, sighing, to continue her housework. She was in the middle of vacuuming when her day took a sudden, unpleasant turn.

“Hello?” she said as the telephone rang.

“Hello, Mrs. Anderson, this is Lakeland Community High School. We need you to come down here and pick up your son, Charlie, and speak to Principal Davis,” the school secretary said.

“Why, what is wrong?”

“Your son has been suspended. You will need to come pick him up unless you cannot, in which case he will just sit here in the office until the end of the day and ride the bus home. But you will still need to come talk to the principal before he can be allowed back in school.”

Diane sighed, “All right, I will be down there in a few minutes,” she said, hanging up the phone. ‘Dammit what has that boy done this time!’ She thought to herself as she put the vacuum in the corner of the living room and went to get dressed.

About 20 minutes later Diane was sitting in the office with Charlie next to her. She hadn’t said too much to him, wanting instead to get the principal’s explanation why she was in his office instead of getting her piled-up housework done at home. “Please come in Mrs. Anderson,” Principal Davis said with a smile. She went into the office with Charlie in tow behind her.

“Please have a seat. Your son Charlie here has been suspended for leaving school grounds, cutting classes, and today he mouthed off to one of our faculty here using words that I prefer not to use in your company. In reviewing his school records and talking with his teachers and the staff here, Charlie has quite a reputation for being difficult.

“If this had been his first offense, I may have suggested detention or some other in-school corrective measures. However with his repeated offenses, I have no choice but to remove his disruptive influence so the other students performance will not be affected.”

“I understand. How long will he be out of school?” Diane asked.

“Well he is a senior this year and I do not want to keep him out any longer than necessary. I would like to see him graduate. Why don’t we try a three day suspension this time. That should get him back in school and if he works hard and keeps to his studies, he still can pull off graduation. Does that seem reasonable to you, Charlie?” the principal said. Charlie just mumbled something incoherently.

“Thank you, Principal Davis. I will see to it that his suspension is no vacation, I can assure you! By the time this suspension is finished, he will want to come back to school!” Diane said, looking angrily at her son. With that Diane and Charlie left the school, stopping at his locker first so he can get his jacket and other things.

Once in the car and headed home she starts in on him, “Now that we are alone, what did you say to your teacher today?” Diane said.

“I called Mrs. Brewster a dried up old bitch who just needed a good fuck to change her mood,” he said. “And it’s true – she is always pissy and she yells all the time. If she got a good hard one once in awhile, she might be more pleasant to be around!”

Diane tried hard not to snicker, “That’s beside the point young man. She is your teacher and you should respect her. Now you are suspended for three days. And what’s all this about cutting class and leaving school grounds?”

“Well I only cut class a few times – just when there were assemblies and crap like that. And I left the school grounds so I wouldn’t get caught cutting class,” he said.

“So you didn’t miss any classes?” she asked. Charlie didn’t answer that question, but his silence told her all she needed to know.

When they got home, Diane sent him directly to his room. “You get to your room and no TV or Internet. And leave your phone on the table too. While you are in there clean up that pig-sty you call a bedroom! You are going to work while you are home for a change, mister!” Charlie slammed his phone down on the table and stomped off to his room, slamming his door in the process. Diane just say down on the couch and sighed. She didn’t know what she could do. Charlie was out of control.

Dinner time came and Jim came to sit down at the table. Sarah came in from her bedroom to the table. But even though Charlie was called as well, he hadn’t showed up. Diane walked down the hall muttering to herself. “Charlie, are you coming to dinner tonight?” she said, trying hard to keep her temper.

“Yeah I’ll be there in a minute. I’m busy right now,” he said, laying on the bed.

“Dinner is on the table now. Come and eat it or go hungry – I don’t care anymore!” Diane said complete exasperated.

“Oh my God Mom! Why are you always bitching at me! I said I will be there when I am done! Stop yelling at me! Damn!” Charlie screamed jumping up and waving his arms at his mother. Diane just turned around and walked out of the room. As soon as he saw she was clear of the door he slammed it hard behind her, making her jump from the noise. She went on in and began dishing up dinner and eating it quietly.

Without anyone to back her up, Diane was fighting a losing battle. A few minutes later, when everyone was about half finished with dinner, Charlie decided to show up as if nothing happened. He dished up his dinner and began eating, not even looking up. Diane sat there on the verge of crying, and Sarah was so mad she could have punched her older brother.

The next two days were more of the same – Charlie laying around not doing anything (his room never did get cleaned up!) and Diane trying to get him to do something ... anything ... to help out around the house. But then the weekend came and it was like a switch for Charlie. He suddenly became more active and that afternoon he came to Diane who was doing dishes in the kitchen.

“I need to borrow the car tonight. Got a date with Jenny ... we’re going to the movies,” he said.

“Um ... I don’t think so. You are on suspension from school young man and you haven’t lifted a finger to help me for the last two days. You aren’t borrowing the car and you aren’t going on any date with Jenny, so you’d better call her and cancel!” Diane said plainly.

Charlie exploded, screaming at her and cussing at her. He pounded on the counter top and stomped on the floor. He went into his room, slamming the door, only to come back out a minute later putting on his jacket.

“Hold on! Where do you think you’re going?” Diane said as he walked past the kitchen.

“OUT!” Charlie said, slamming the front door behind him as he left.

Diane sat down in her kitchen chair with her head in her hands. She couldn’t even cry anymore – she had no more tears left. Sarah came into the dining room and saw her mother sitting there.

“It’s okay Mommy, Charlie is a jerk! I can help you if you like,” she said sweetly.

“Oh honey, you are such a good girl. I’m okay,” Diane said.

Monday was Charlie’s last day of the suspension. Leaving him at home, she went to the school to talk to his teacher. She had learned through a disturbing and irksome interrogation that he was failing a couple classes. One of the classes he was failing was American History with his teacher Mr. Harris. Diane had found out from the office that Mr. Harris was teaching in Room 114 and so after a bit of a walk down the schools maze of hallways, she found the room she was looking for.