Chapter 1

Being a single parent is tough enough, even when life doesn't slip you a few curveballs!

My husband and I were married right after high school and eight months later, I gave birth to my son, Nick.

After eighteen wonderful years of marriage, I got my first curveball: My husband was killed in an auto accident.

Nick, now seventeen, was the man of the house and he showed a maturity well beyond his years in dealing with the arrangements, while I was in pieces.

We had optimum insurance coverage, made even larger by triple indemnity as the death occurred while on business.

That's six hundred thousand dollars, a paid off house, a fledgling art career of my own, and a self sufficient son, the spitting image of his father, only an inch taller.

All situations are unique, suffice it to say; but how many loss actuaries at insurance companies even think about a situation, such as ours, with instant sexual tension between a new widow and her virgin son?

Things went downhill, right from the start, perhaps because Nick no longer had an authority figure. I was certainly no substitute for his father, in that regard.

The only thing that Nick was sub par about was his luck with the girls in school.

He was clearly uncomfortable whenever I inquired and one day he even scolded me with, "Listen, I'm not gay. I'm not impotent. Don't make me prove it. I just don't want to talk about it, okay?"

Okay, I got the message, but what the hell was that comment about 'proving it'? I couldn't quite figure that one out.

Nick graduated, but didn't want to go to college, which precipitated another argument, with me giving in to him, yet again.

Now I had him lounging around the house, while I tried to concentrate on my painting.

On hot day, Nick comes in the house in just shorts and suggests that I paint him.

I tell him it's too hot and he says to draw him, using the pastels that I have.

I give in and, in no time, I have a wonderful rendition of Nick; but he says he wanted a full body picture and I have to start all over.

Before I begin, Nick pours out two white wines, placing one right where my coffee cup would normally be.

I begin with his face, which has this stare on it, piercing my like lasers. I begin to recall how Nick's father had such an engaging smile while Nick sported this near scowl!

I don't know what made me say this, but when I got down to his waist, I asked, sarcastically, "You plan on me doing a nude?"

With that, he shot back, "Can't leave well enough alone, can you," and he shucked his pants to reveal a tiny penis!

I had forgotten! Nick's father was hung normally when erect, but flaccid he was embarrassingly small. Apparently, so it was with Nick. I took a gulp of wine and so did Nick.

Well, it was like painting a greek statue, only I exaggerated Nick's flaccid size to something more conventional.

We took another break, and Nick refilled our glasses with wine.

When I finished the whole picture, Nick took one look at it and flung it aside, asking, "Were you too embarrassed to show it the way it really was?"

I took another gulp of wine and responded, "Son, I of all people, know that it becomes a normal sized erection. I just thought you wanted it that way."

He was trembling for the first time as he took some more wine and then said, "Imagine going out on a date with a guy like me and we finally get to the sex stage. I have only two choices: Let you see this poodle dick, or"...

Now, he begins to furiously crank his meat into a frenzy, finally turning around to show me this monster penis, maybe ten inches long.

I gasp, and he continues, "this thing; one makes you laugh which spoils the moment, and the other makes you gasp, which also spoils the moment!"