Chapter 3

So I began spying regularly on Mom and Pete. While Pete had not exactly moved in with us, his overnights grew more frequent so he and I were both busy getting our jollies.

I may have been only twelve, but I was no dummy. I knew that if I tried to oust Pete in some way it could very well backfire, but even more important was the fact that I knew I wasn't ready. Let's face it, I wasn't big enough (if you know what I mean) and I certainly didn't have even the first notion of how to seduce a woman. Inadequate equipment and inexperience at using it could lead to disaster.

So I decided to bide my time. I was developing nicely and besides, I knew that Pete would beat a hasty retreat as soon as Mom brought up the commitment word.

To gain some experience I approached Elaine Tudor, a rather pretty girl in my class one day after school. We got to talking and she invited me to a party she was giving that weekend. The party turned out to be rather lame except for spin the bottle which we played when her mom and dad were out of the room. As luck would have it Elaine's spin pointed to me and we went into the hall where we could be alone for a minute or two. About all I knew was that lips were somehow involved and so my very first kiss was about as awkward as it could get.

"You don't know much about kissing, do you?" she observed.

"I ... sure I do," I bluffed.

"Then let's see something better than that!"

The second attempt, while perhaps a bit of an improvement, was still obviously much less than Elaine was expecting and she let me know it.

We returned to the others, me a bit chastised and beginning to realize that this boy/girl thing was a lot harder than I had anticipated. But the thought of mom on that bed, naked with her legs spread wide open was enough to give me the determination to push ahead.

There were other girls quite as willing to experiment as I was and so gradually my kissing skills improved. It was about the time I felt ready for second base that fortune smiled. Lana Rigsby, a tenth grader, was considered about the hottest thing in school. She also had "the reputation" and about every boy in school bragged of making it with her. I still considered her out of my league, but I guess the word got around that I was looking to lose my virginity. Anyway, as I was getting a book from my locker one day, Lana strolled up, looked around to make sure no one could hear and said," Word's out that you want a piece of me."

"Where ... where did you hear that?"

"Oh, word gets around. How about it? I know you've been messing with those sixth and seventh graders. They can't give you what I can." Now, Lana was almost sixteen which seemed way older than me and while she didn't yet have the body for a centerfold, compared to the girls in my class she was stacked. "So, how about it, Taylor, you up for your first and best piece you'll ever get?"

"Uh ... yeah, sure!" I shot back.

"Then meet me at the gazebo in the park at eight tonight."

"Uh, gazebo, eight o'clock. Right."

With that she walked away strutting her stuff and leaving me to wonder why she would want to fool around with a sixth grader. But, at that point, being almost as naive as Mom, I didn't want to question my good fortune.

My only reservation was whether my performance would be up to Lana's standards. I certainly didn't want to be chastised again as Elaine had done that night at the party. But I was too excited at the prospect of hitting a home run with Lana to let my inexperience get in the way.

I spent the rest of the school day in a daze, daydreaming of what was to come that evening.

To make a long story short, it was everything and more than I could have hoped for. I have to admit that in the far reaches of my mind there was a little voice warning me that this was going to turn out to be some sort of practical joke with several of Lana's friends jumping out of the bushes and laughing once my pants were down. But as it turned out, Lana was just one horny tenth grader. We met at the appointed hour, sat down in the gazebo and before I could even say hello, Lana was all over me, her tongue halfway down my throat and her hands between my legs.

"You ready for a good time, Taylor?" she asked, her voice already a bit husky.

"You bet!"

She led me to a small grassy area behind the hedges and proceeded to make me a man. Yes, I was clumsy, but she didn't seem to care. I thought she was gonna rip my jeans off. Then when we were both naked, she pulled me on top of her and we went at it like there was a fire somewhere.

"Not bad for your first time, Taylor," she said, hurriedly getting dressed.

"Uh, thanks. You were great," I replied.

"Yeah, I was, wasn't I," she observed and without further ado turned on her heel and was gone leaving me to finish dressing and ruminate on the way home about losing my virginity.

My puzzlement about Lana's matter of factness and businesslike manner at making love was answered a few days later when I found out that Lana and three other girls were having a contest to see who could lay the most boys in a week's time.

It all began to make sense. Yeah, she had used me, but we both had gotten what we wanted, Lana another notch in the handle of her sex pistol and me -- well, I'd lost my virginity with a pretty good looking girl and, more importantly, I'd gained a bit of confidence. Oh, I knew I didn't have all the moves yet, but I knew now that I would. Given time and opportunity I would acquire the skills I needed to bed Mom and keep her coming back for more.

I turned thirteen and it was about that time that I decided to acquire some trophies of my own. Pete was still virtually living with us and while I still found it exciting to see Mom naked and making love, I was wishing more and more all the time that it was with me.

I began laying down a little foundation with Mom. I didn't want to overdo it, especially until Pete was out of the way, but I wanted to begin the process of seduction with some subtle and perhaps not so subtle hints.

"Hey, Mom you look really hot in that outfit -- not that you don't look hot all the time."

"Why, thanks, Honey. I sometimes wonder if a twenty-eight year old mom can ever be considered hot."

"Well, there's one who can."

"You're sweet to say so, but maybe a bit biased," she smiled.

"Biased or not, Pete's a very lucky guy. I sometimes wonder if he knows just how good he has it with you."

"Let's let it be our little secret, but I'm expecting Pete to pop the question any time now," she beamed.

"Really?" I said, knowing the S.O.B. had no such intention and would bail the minute Mom even mentioned marriage. "I just hope he can appreciate having a woman like you."

"Why, Darin, what a sweet thing to say."

"If I had someone like you, I'd hold on and never let go."

"Wow, you must want an advance on your allowance," she laughed.

"No such thing. I just think a beautiful and sexy woman should be told -- often. Does Pete tell you?"

"Well, maybe not as often as I would like."

"Just goes to show he doesn't appreciate what he's got." I caught her eye and held it. "I'd never let that happen. I'd always remind you of what a fantastic woman you are."

"Now I know you want a favor," she laughed.

"I just want you happy, Mom. I want you with whoever can make you really happy."

"Thanks, Honey. Maybe it will be Pete."

"Maybe," I replied with a great deal of doubt in my voice as I turned and walked away.

Another time Mom was in the kitchen reaching for a can of beans on the top shelf of the pantry. Being just a little over five feet, she was having trouble reaching that far so I walked up and reached over her head from behind. My front pushed against her backside and the feel of those creamy buttocks against me got an instant reaction of which she became all too aware. She enjoyed it for a moment wiggling that gorgeous behind of hers against me then turned and was shocked to find it was me and not Pete.

"Oh ... OH! Darin, Honey. I thought it was Pete!"

"Why would you think that?" I asked innocently, enjoying her discomfort.

"Why ... I ... that is ... uh ... thanks for the beans!" she gushed grabbing the can from my hand and turning to hide the several shades of red she was now showing.

"Any time!" I said starting to leave and almost breaking into laughter as Mom, still highly flustered, almost dropped the beans as she tried to open the can.

Then there was the day Mom asked me to carry some clean clothes from the laundry to her room. I set the clothes on the bed then spied a silky blue pair of panties amid the other garments. Holding them up, my imagination began to race. It was at that moment that Mom walked in.

I guess I could have hurriedly placed them back in among the pile of clothes, but instead I simply turned to face her.

"Darin Taylor," she laughed, possibly thinking I would be embarrassed, "what in the world are you doing?"

"Imagining what you'd look like in these," I said.

"All the pretty girls at school and you're thinking about your old mom?" she kidded.

"Those are girls. I'd rather be thinking about a woman -- a beautiful woman -- I'd rather be thinking about you!"

"Oh, Honey, I'm flattered but..."

"Why shouldn't I think about you? I bet Pete thinks about you all the time."

"Well, sure, at least I guess, I hope he does, but I'm your mother."

"And because I have a mother who's really hot, I shouldn't think about her?"

"Well not in a way that..."

"A way that what?" I asked.

"Well, I will admit that I'm flattered that you think I'm attractive, but..."

"But what?"

"It's just that you should be focusing your attention on girls your own age."

"Why? They aren't as beautiful or as sexy as you."

"But, Darin, thinking I'm beautiful is one thing. Thinking I'm sexy is another."