Chapter 9

The man was nine foot tall and light as a feather, ducking as he walked through the door to the street. Yes sir, that is the way I felt when I walked from the doctor's office without a cast to burden me, either on my shoulder or foot. Realization hit me and I changed back into my natural human form when I placed the extra weight on my left foot walking down the stairs. It hit me terribly hard as I almost crumbled under my own weight. I grabbed mom's shoulder or I would have made a complete fool of myself, looking up at everyone from the ground. Grabbing her quickly with my left hand was another mistake, as the pain flashed through my body.

"Hal, are you okay!" mom shouted and a dozen people looked in our direction.

"Yes." I blurted out through clenched teeth. "Damn, he told me it would be tender and sore for a few days. I should have listened."

"Are you sure you're okay?" she questioned again as she pulled my arm, causing further pain to rip through my shoulder.

Quickly grabbing the banister with my right hand, I stopped and took a deep breath. Nonchalantly, I tried to wipe the tears from my eyes, with everyone staring at me. "Mom, I'm okay, I was hasty, and put my foot down too hard. I'll be okay."

I stared at my foot a minute and looked around. People were beginning to walk away, pretending they hadn't noticed. I looked at mom and her face was pale, alarming her as much as me. I waited a minute and started slowly down the remaining steps. Mom was careful, barely holding my left arm. It was 100 feet to the car and when we finally reached it, it felt more like a thousand.

On the drive home, she was silent. When she stopped the car, she finally spoke, "We should have taken the ramp," and burst out laughing.

I quickly looked at her thinking the outburst seemed unnatural. I began laughing, seeing the humor when I realized she was laughing to relieve the stress after the drive home. Of course, she'd never understand if I was to tell her that I couldn't take the ramp because I am a macho-male teenager.

The laughter worked and just as quickly, the tension was gone. We turned facing one another after the laughter and began a casual conversation, mostly about how my arm really felt, and what I was going to do next. The best answer I could think of in response to her question came exceptionally easy.

"I'm going to run the girls from the bath lock the door behind me and sit in the tub all afternoon. They'll have to take turns at Frank's, if it's necessary."

The mood was lighthearted, Mom began laughing again, and this time it wasn't strained. Slapping my closest knee, she just shook her head and said, "I can't believe you'd be that mean to the girls, however, now that I think about it, you would." She laughed more as she slid gracefully from the car.

When we reached the steps, I was just behind her, watching as she rubbed her hand over her hip as though removing a wrinkle. Her skirt was tight and her figure looked exceptional, drawing my attention to her ass. I let her walk before me as we started up the steps.

She turned, noticing me looking, which embarrassed me. Her comment and look made me self-conscious to the point I wanted to throw something at her. I walked behind her, and as she lifted her leg on each step, her skirt drew taught across her ass and I got hard. She was almost one-half way up to our apartment, when I stopped to adjust my erection. She turned just as I moved it to a more comfortable position.

She had one foot on the next step and her skirt stretched tight when she paused. She looked at me, and then down at her ass, and I became red-faced.

She looked into my eyes and commented, outspokenly. "Do you have a problem?" then looked down at my erection before she started walking again. The pisser was, she took each step at half speed, and the remaining eight steps seemed to take forever. When reaching the top, she turned, and waited for me, looking into my face, and grinned all the while.

I tried thinking of something other than mom's fine looking ass as I took the last few steps. Men, especially fifteen year-old teens don't like to admit they have embarrassing moments, and I was no exception. My thoughts didn't help because I was thinking in the wrong direction.

Sue took her looks from mom, along with her height, slim build, and her small breasts. Sue was an inch taller than mom, at five-four, and I assumed her 32B chest would expand as she grew older, matching mom's 34B bra. Mom made good-natured comments to Sue about her ass expanding to thirty-five inches one day, smiling when she said it would be much sooner than Sue expected. I was just happy I got my height from dad, although I was short by fifty pounds of his one ninety-five. I was within an inch of his six-foot frame however.

I was thinking of something I shouldn't have, mom's ass, because when I reached the top of the stairs I had a full erection. Mom, to my further embarrassment, had a perfect view and I saw her eyes focused below my belt.

I couldn't wait to get in the condo and retreat to my room. We entered and everything was quiet and I thought Sue, Tracy, and Erica, were trying to surprise me. They whispered all morning and whenever I came near, they would become quiet. I didn't know what to expect.

I searched all the bedrooms, returning to the kitchen and accepting the soft drink mom passed to me. "They must be at Dawn's." I was disappointed because they were not here to see my casts removed.

"Ida took them to the movies and shopping," mom remarked, pointing to a note on the counter. "It's just you and I for the rest of the afternoon and this evening. Would you like something special for supper? What if we had an early supper and went to a movie, just the two of us? It's been years since you and I have been alone and done anything together. Your sister and I go to the movies and shopping often," she said as she walked close and stopped within arms reach.

She didn't give me time to respond before she asked, placing her hand on my chest, "Well, what do you say to going to a movie with an old woman, or would you rather not be seen with your mother?"

I smiled and pulled her into my arms, tight against my body, quickly releasing her when my still erect prick pressed against the softness of her stomach. I felt my face redden as I quickly spoke attempting to detract her mind from our body contact, "I'd love to go to the movies with a beautiful lady. Shall I dress?"

She chuckled, "You had better."

I rolled my eyes back and shook my head at her comment. "The girls are not here and I have the bath to myself. I'm going to take a long soak," I said as I waved my arm gingerly.

I lay in the tub, the water as hot as possible. I was submerged except for my head, toes, and three inches of stiff prick. I remembered I lay in the tub when I was very young and did the same thing, let my prick head remain above water and pretend it was a periscope.

"It's been a long while but I see you have retained some of your childish ways," mom said laughing.

I rose quickly and the water sloshed over the side of the tub, into the floor. "Mom!" I cried out. "I'm your son!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, I do seem to recall you were in the room the night I had two children. I remember now, you were the stubborn one." She was smiling and pointing at me.

"Mom, I'm taking a bath."

"Oh, I thought you were sleeping, it sure looked like it to me. I knocked before entering. I've been watching you for nearly three minutes, maybe longer. Yes, it sure looked as though you were sleeping to me."

I didn't realize I had fallen asleep, although the water was much cooler. I had to assume she was correct.

"I want to look at your back," she said placing her fingers on my back lightly.

I sat up and she touched me in three or four places lightly, "Yes, your back looks fine. When you finish, I will put some cream on you. Hand me the cloth and I'll wash your back."

She sat on the side of the tub, soaped the cloth, and began washing my back slowly. Her touch felt terribly relaxing and I found myself daydreaming.

"When you were younger you wanted me to do this for hours. Many nights I washed your back until the water was lukewarm and your teeth would be chattering before you would let me stop."

I would have let her wash me for hours if my foot hadn't slipped causing my face hit the water suddenly, dosing off again. I don't know why I made my next comment, I never thought about asking her before, however it just came out. "Mom, have you ever thought about home schooling Sue and I? Now that Tracy and Erica are here, it would be very cost effective." After I said it, I felt like a fool. I didn't receive a reply and I continued after the long pause in the room. "You don't make as many trips with dad, and I'm sure you'll make less now that the twins are living with us. You have the time and it's not that much trouble."

After another long period of silence, mom asked, "Hal, have you been having bad dreams?" I didn't reply and there was another long silence.

"You have been having bad dreams, haven't you?"

I nodded, my head barely moving, "Yes." I didn't think she could hear me as I spoke so softly.

Mom rose, a little too quickly I thought and I moved closer to the wall and ducked at the same time. I don't know why I ducked because she had never struck me. I looked up at her standing above me, her face strained, and I knew I hurt her. I was ashamed of my quick defensive move and spoke without thinking, "I'm sorry mom."

I thought she was mad at me, especially when I saw the tears forming in her eyes. She stood perfectly erect and began unbuttoning her housedress. After removing it, she stood before me panty-clad. I saw her wonderfully shaped breasts for the first time, along with her flawless skin, as she slowly turned 360 degrees.

"What do you see?" she asked.

I stuttered, unable to get the words to form on my lips. "I... I... I..." I was making a fool of myself.

She remained standing and made one more turn slowly, asking again. "What do you see, Hal?"

"I... I... I see... I see my mother, she's naked, and she's beautiful."

"Look again Hal, this time look harder." She said as she turned very slowly, pulling her panties down where they were barely covering her pussy hair.

I quickly examined her body inch by inch, as she turned, paused, and then continued. I saw her beautiful ass, her wonderful breasts, and even the top of the growth of hair above her pussy. My eyes surely weren't deceiving the rest of my body because my prick was hurting, it was hard, I mean rigid.

She picked up her housedress when she completed the turn, slipped it on, and buttoned it before looking to me. "Tell me, exactly what you saw."

I explained, giving her every embarrassing detail, and she kept saying, "And," and when I added something more embarrassing, she would repeat, "And."

After the fourth 'and', she asked the shocker, "You didn't mention the rape scars, why?"

I know my mouth dropped because I felt the saliva running down my cheeks causing me to realize my mouth was open. "I... I didn't se..." I stopped stuttering and became silent, being at a complete loss for words.

Mom took the towel I had placed on the countertop, tossed it in the floor, and then knelt soaking up the water. After she stood and placed the damp towel in the hamper I finally asked, "Mom, how... when..."

"You didn't answer my question," she said. "Where were the scars?"

"Mom," I was silent for moment thinking, and I couldn't recall seeing any scars on her body, even from surgery. "I didn't see any scars," I said bewildered.

"That's right. You see, there are none, they are all up here," she said pointing to her head. "The same for you, there will be no visible scars; however they will remain in your head. They'll be there tomorrow, next week, next year, and forever, that's if you let them. Honey, I can't lie to you, I have thought about it a thousand times, every time is the same. I end up feeling miserable and dejected. I have learned to keep it out of my mind, more often than not," she emphasized.

She remained silent for a moment in her thoughts, before she spoke again.

"Your father and I attended different schools and he would drive down to see me every weekend, every weekend he could."

There was a smile on her face and I felt warmed. I know she was thinking of the good times she and dad shared.

"Sunday evenings he drove me to my dorm and we would make out in the car a few minutes, before he walked me to the door. He always gave me a short, tender kiss on the lips and I would go inside. He would wait until I was inside before he returned to his car."

The smile and expression on her face was one I never noticed before, seeming distant, and I had no idea where her thoughts were leading.

"Then, one Sunday night we stayed out very late and I knew he had an early exam."

Her expression changed, and her face became drawn, exposing worry lines in her temple and cheeks.

"I insisted he drive to the rear of the dorm and I would run around the building, which was much shorter. He argued but I won the argument. I kissed him, stepped from the car, and started running. I saw him drive off at the same time the arm came out of the darkness, grabbing my arm, and flinging me against the wall. I was stunned; three boys from my own class mind you, threw me to the ground and ripped my clothing from me. Each raped me and then ran off. I watched them run into the dormitory neighboring mine, which housed males. I was huddled on the ground crying when a fellow student, following the same path I previously used, found me. The boys were freshmen; the college didn't want the publicity, and they let the boys withdraw. I was placed in rape counseling and the first words I heard were, I was someone important, I was Margaret Elaine."

"Mom, I'm sorry," I stood and hugged her to my wet body, forgetting about my nudity. We held one another for a minute or two, each crying, before she stepped back and started laughing while pointing at me. She turned, tossing me another towel from the closet.

I turned my back modestly, and began drying myself. She walked to the door and stopped. Without looking back she said, "You must never bring this up when your father is in the house, it would kill him." I turned my head to look at her when she spoke and I saw her head lowered as though she felt ashamed.

I brushed my teeth and shaved. I felt much closer to mom at that moment because she understood my dilemma. I was ecstatic; in fact, I didn't grumble when I found a æ-inch pussy-hair in my razor, which I knew it to be. Neither of the girls would permit a hair that long beneath their arms.

I was in my room dressing when I had an idea about supper. I called out and asked, "Mom, how about going to Hot Dog Haven for hot dogs, french-fries, and onion rings?"

I continued dressing and seconds later she responded, "I have steaks set out. Are you sure you wouldn't prefer steak and baked potato to hot dogs?"

I walked into the kitchen dressed, minus shirt, with the jar of salve. "You'd rather have onion rings." I said, my sudden entry startling her.

She turned to me and smiled, although I could see it was compulsory. She had been staring at the wall when I entered the room. Reaching for the jar I held extended, she took it and gave me a light nudge to a chair. She opened the jar and began massaging the salve into my tender shoulder, speaking softly at the same time. "That has become a teen hideout and you don't want to take your old mother there, although the onion rings do sound inviting."

"Mom," I said twisting to look at her, "you're better looking than all those young girls, and I know the guys would get a thrill when we walked in."

"You're getting just like your dad," she said slapping at my uninjured shoulder. "You're willing to take me with you only to be a show piece, like I was your prize."

I assume the changing expression on my face said much more than I could put in words because her smile became much brighter and her eyes appeared to light up. Her hand went to her mouth and I heard a gasp, "MEN!" She exclaimed in a very strong voice. "And YOU! You're exactly like your father."

I saw her expression however; she was elated and filled with joy. "Mom," I whined in a boyish tone, reaching and pulling her near, my hand high on her hip. "I could never see you as a toy, you're too compelling." I flinched thinking her hand would make contact with the back of my head.

I was disappointed. Instead, she pushed from me roughly. I looked up at her and saw the stern expression; I began laughing. I expected her to see the humor I felt however I was again disappointed. Instead, her words were snappish when she spoke.

"Okay bud, I'm calling your bluff. You go to your room and play with your computer, or whatever else you play with in there, and I'll be ready in less than an hour."

She passed me the jar of salve, turned and strutted from the room, shoulders back, and head high. I began laughing as I walked to my room; I would play with my computer.

I dressed and was sitting at my computer, entering numbers, when I saw a movement in my door. I turned and stared. I couldn't believe what I was staring at and I know she held my gaze for fifteen seconds before I jumped up quickly, turning my computer chair over.

"Damn... mom... you're... gorgeous... you're HOT," I shouted. I was transfixed and couldn't move from the spot in which I stood. I couldn't take my eyes from her. "Mom," I cried aloud.

"Well, what do you think?" she said mockingly. "Do you really like it? Is this what you mean by savoir-faire?"

Standing in the doorway was a breath-taking sight. My thirty-nine year-old mother looked twenty from where I stood. She was wearing Sue's outfit that had dad almost busting a vein when he saw Sue wearing it the first time.

I couldn't take my eyes from her legs. Mom is short; however, the skirt she wore gave the impression of her legs being long and slim, holding my attention. The black lace skirt covered mom to mid-thigh. A sampling of skin was barely visible at the base of the skirt, made possible by the ruffles and ridges, interwoven with orange lace, in the tops of the black thigh-highs. The black lace skirt was tantalizing, the black slip beneath three inches shorter than the skirt.

"Need I repeat myself?" mom asked. "Is this what you mean by matronly?" She began turning slowly, and I noticed the orange tube top when she pulled the bolero jacket wide, exposing more skin. "Orange and black, your school colors, right?

I was still speechless, allowing my eyes to lower once again to her legs, shaped even more by the three-inch elevator shoes. I immediately became a leg and ass man when mom stopped turning, with her back to me. A four-inch expanse of skin was breathtaking between the jacket and skirt, and once again, ridges in the thigh-highs allowed me to see small patches of her flesh.

I realized I was holding my breath when I tried to speak. After releasing it, finally spoke. "Mom," my voice wavering as it did when I was about thirteen, "You look so young -- and beautiful." My last words were spoken in a high pitch.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she said as she finished her turn and slowly began walking in my direction. I know my eyes were moving rapidly, from head to toe, as she continued until she was within inches of my trembling frame. She stopped and looked up with her shining, appealing lips.

I lowered my head and kissed her quickly but lightly on the lips. I raised and felt myself becoming red-faced.

"You shouldn't blush; I take that as the greatest compliment a mother could receive."

"Mom, you're absolutely gorgeous. And you look so young." I didn't think about repeating myself until mom spoke.

"You said that once, I guess you really mean it." She grinned, much aware of the awkwardness I felt staring at her, unable to look elsewhere. "I'll get my keys and wallet," she said gracefully walking from the room, giving a backwards glance as she left.

Minutes later, she returned and I was standing in the same spot where she left me earlier. "Ready?" she asked, turning and walking from the door. I was still in a semi-state of shock when I heard her calling again.

I don't remember the drive to Hot Dog Haven. I know we made it because mom parked before I removed my stare from her legs. I remember getting into the car and staring it them, and then she was talking to me again.

"Have you forgotten your manners completely?"

I looked at her face, feeling embarrassed for the tenth time that day, and remembered to get out and open her door. She parked at the edge of the unpaved lot, and it was full. I saw about three dozen kids, teens mostly, hanging around the lot, laughing and joking. My eyes captured her legs when she slid from the car and I saw her watching me. I wasn't quite as embarrassed, mainly because I saw the huge grin on her face. I think she was expecting me to redden again.

I gave her my arm and we walked toward the door, all nine foot of me, with her securely clinging to my arm. We heard a couple of whistles and half dozen catcalls before reaching the door, and two boys I knew by sight spoke briefly. They were doing the same as most of the others, watching mom.

I held the door for mom and we walked inside. "They're busy," she remarked, as I looked around quickly, noticing there were no empty tables inside. I saw a couple of empty benches and two empty tables before we stepped inside, although the tables were trashy.

Surprisingly, the counter was void of customers and when we stepped up, the sales clerk was open and friendly. "How about the special folks? Any 'dawg' on the menu, large drink and fries, rings, or both. The movie and karaoke are free side orders and all the proceeds from today's sales go to the PTA and sports programs at school." He was speaking to me; however, his eyes were on mom all the while he spoke. "How about you miss, you singing tonight?"