Chapter 1

Introduction: The following story is a sequel to my story Ore-gasm and picks up where it left off. It is suggested that you read Ore-gasm before starting this one as it will introduce you to the characters and how they got to this point, making this story easier to understand.

It had been six months or so since that first picnic and trip to the mine where Becky became a woman. Billy and Becky had continued to see each other regularly and Billy had spent nights, weekends, and even a whole week once at Becky’s house, thanks to the very generous offer that Becky’s mom, Mrs. Greene, had made him.

Billy and Becky had gotten very close – they had been seeing each other and dating for a couple of years before that fateful day at the mine. Billy had taken her there to show her where he stayed when his father was home drunk and his parents were fighting. There, in his secret hideaway, Becky had finally proclaimed her love for him and he returned the same. Then Becky gave Billy McIntyre her ultimate gift and gave herself to him ... her first time with any man.

It was a rainy April night and Billy had come over to see Becky. His parents were at it again – this time over bills, which invariably lead to his “drinking all their money away”. It didn’t matter what the fight was about, Billy didn’t care anymore. This was the way they wanted to live, obviously, or they would do something to change it. But Billy was tired of the constant bickering, nagging, and fighting. The way he figured it, it was Dad’s fault for drinking so much and Mom’s fault for harping on him and putting him down all the time which drove him to drink ... it was a vicious, unending cycle.

Billy got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. He was staying with the Greene’s again that night and he and Becky had just finished another wonderful round of sexual fun. Mrs. Greene liked Billy very much and had offered him a place to stay when home wasn’t so “homey”. She didn’t even mind him and Becky having sex when he was there – the day after she learned that Becky was now sexually active, she took her to the doctor and got her a prescription for birth control pills.

As he passed Mrs. Greene’s bedroom, he heard her crying through the closed door. When he got back to his bedroom, he asked Becky about it. “Becky, I just heard your mom crying in her room ... is everything all right?”

“Yeah, she does that a lot,” Becky said sadly,”She misses Dad and having someone of her own. It probably doesn’t help that we are here having fun and she can’t.”

“We should probably stop doing it here, then. I hate seeing your mom cry. She’s been so good to me,” he said.

“Well we could, but Mom will still know we are having sex. Maybe not in the same house as her, but we are still together and she is still alone,” Becky said quietly.

“I suppose ... I still wish there was something I could do to help. Your mom doesn’t deserve this – she’s a very special person. Not everyone would put up the boy who is doing her daughter!” he said.

They went to sleep after that and the next day went on as normal. But what Billy had said the night before stuck with her. She was in complete agreement with Billy – her mother did deserve better than what she had been given. It wasn’t her mom’s fault that her dad left. He was the one who made the choice to leave.

Becky’s mom had had a hard time raising Becky alone for the first few years. But she had found a good job where money wasn’t such an issue. She also found a lawyer that didn’t like the raw deal she was being given either and got her a healthy divorce settlement. Together they made for a comfortable, if not fulfilling life for them both.

Becky thought about the incident for the next couple days. She wanted to do something to help her mother just as much as Billy. But what could she do? Mom didn’t have the time to go out looking for someone.

She wasn’t really a party-goer, and Cedarwoods, Tennessee wasn’t that big a place to begin with. Besides, Becky’s mom was still pretty gun-shy when it came to men – she had been hurt first by Dave, and then by a couple disappointing relationships after that which never really got off the ground.

Then she hit on idea – a wild idea – that just might work. Billy and her mom had gotten quite friendly over the years and especially since Billy and Becky had started having sex. Billy’s staying over often at the Greene’s had sparked something in her. She smiled more often when Billy was around and seemed happy to have him over. She loved cooking for him and he helped out a lot with “man-chores” as she called them.

Becky wondered if there wasn’t one more “man-chore” that Billy could help her mom with. She would have to approach him delicately with this subject – this was a pretty crazy and unusual request and not something that would be very well accepted by their Bible Belt community. But she didn’t like to see her mom crying herself to sleep and Billy, now that he knew it, didn’t like it either.

Becky decided that she would look for an opportunity to bring the subject up the next time they went out which fortunately was that weekend. Billy had planned to take her to the movies over at the Plaza theater. Afterwards, she’d ask Billy if they could go for a drive and talk.

Becky didn’t pay much attention to the movie to be honest, her mind was occupied with other matters. She was running the possible conversations through her mind, trying to come up with good answers for as many contingencies as she could think of. She had to be prepared to think on her feet and be ready to counter any objections he might have. And that was only half of the battle!

“How’d you like the movie, Becky? You were kinda quiet the whole time!” Billy said when the movie was over.

“I’m sorry, Billy, my mind has just been elsewhere tonight,” she said.

“Oh? What’s up?” he asked.

“Billy can we go for a drive, there’s something I want to talk to you about and we need someplace private and quiet,” she said.

“Um ... sure, I guess ... let’s go to Collins Park – there are covered picnic tables where we can sit on and talk. No one should be around there this time of night,” he said, looking at his watch.

As they drove the ten minutes to the park just outside of town, Billy asked, “Can you give me a little hint what this is all about, Becky?”

“I’d rather wait till we get to the park, Billy honey,” she said. It was all very mysterious and Billy ran through the last few days in his mind. He didn’t recall doing anything wrong – what could this be about?

Billy drove to a parking spot close to one of the covered picnic tables and they got out and walked to the table. She sat down at the table opposite him so she could watch his face as she bought up this touchy subject.

“Okay, Becky, we are here in this deserted park, all alone, and I am listening ... what’s going on and why all the mystery?” he said.

“All right Billy, I am going to ask you to do something, but I want you to listen to everything and think about it before you answer me, okay? It’s kind of a strange request, so give it some consideration before you answer ... promise?” she said.

“Okay, Becky, I promise. I will listen to you and think about what you have to say before I answer,” he said.

“Good,” she said. Here goes nothing! she thought to herself before beginning. “Do you remember the other night when you went to the bathroom and overheard my mother crying? Do you remember what I told you about how she does that a lot because she misses having a man and that our having sex in the house only made it worse for her?” she asked.

“Yeah, I remember – we decided to not have sex in the house anymore when your mom was home,” he said.

“That’s right. But that hasn’t solved anything – it may have cured the symptom for a bit, but the problem still remains. It’s like taking an aspirin for a broken arm – it might make it feel better for awhile, but your arm is still broken!” she said.

“Yeah, but what else can we do?” he said.

“Well, I’ve been thinking about it. And I think I might have an answer. Billy, Mom really likes you. I can’t remember when I’ve seen her happier than when you come over. She smiles brighter, she’s more talkative, and she even bounces when she walks.

“I don’t know if you have noticed, but I have seen her ... looking at you ... when you aren’t paying attention. I’m not saying she is sweet on you, but she really likes having a man around the house. Did you ever notice that since you have been staying over, she has had more reasons to call you to ‘come help her out’ when you aren’t around?” she asked.

“Well, I have been spending more time at your house than I used to – do you really think your mom likes me ... like that?” he asked.

“I don’t know Billy. I don’t know if it’s just innocent flirting or if she wants to get your attention and your approval, or what. But ... what if you gave mom the attention she needs?” Becky asked very diplomatically.

“I don’t understand...” he said.

“Billy, Mom may be my mom but she is still a woman. And she has needs and desires. And women come into their prime later than men do. She is only thirty-four ... she is just coming into the best years of her life!

“Billy, honey, I know what I am asking is pretty far out there, and not something that most people would even consider. But she likes you a lot and I know you like her. She needs to feel like she is still a vital, attractive, desirable woman. You helped me feel that way by taking my cherry. I’m asking you if you would consider helping Mom feel the way you make me feel. Maybe doing that would let her sleep at night,” Becky said, holding her breath afterward.