Chapter 2

“We should have a party,” Mom decided out of the blue.

She lay on my bed in her cut-off shorts and a skinny top, ribbed with a rainbow pattern. She’d bought it at the Junior Miss department in Sears. Mom did all of her shopping there it seemed like, except for the occasional thong and her shoes, of course. She liked to wear sneakers and whatever happened to be most popular with other teenage girls. She kept a close eye on stuff like that and she wasn’t above chatting up girls at the mall just to stay hip. For my mom it was like going to school, you know?

My mom also liked my bedroom, probably because a real teenager lived in it, even if I was a boy. The master bedroom looked like my mom used it, but she didn’t. Mom had taken the spare bedroom and turned it into a teenage girl’s, complete with posters of hunky guys, chick singers, and pictures cut out of magazines like Seventeen. She lived the life, that’s what I’m saying, and with every single day that passed she became less a mom than a sister. The only time she acted her age was when she had to and that wasn’t as often as people might think. Unless Mom had to take me to the doctor or visit the bank or something, she could do everything else as a teenage girl.

She didn’t have any normal friends, no soccer mom’s or old college girlfriends or whatever. All of our neighbors were older, retired people mostly, and they didn’t know us hardly at all. Mom had paid cash for this house after the divorce. We used to be kinda upper middle class, almost rich, and Mom had gotten a lot of money for our old house. Since Dad had been boning my babysitter since she’d been sixteen or something, he’d given Mom everything she’d demanded, including me, and I knew he paid a ton of alimony and child support.

Anyway, neither of us did stuff with other people very much, outside of Mom picking up boys and me going to school. Well, we had dentist appointments one day and Mom made sure we saw the dentist back-to-back so she’d only have to be my mom once. She complained like a spoiled brat all the way there and all the way back, but acted perfectly normal in the dentist’s office. Like she was schizo or something and it wasn’t any wonder that we were both going crazy. Basically, we were just a couple kids living without any supervision whatsoever. Some guys would think that might be cool and it would be once in awhile, but all the time? Bad enough I didn’t have a dad, now I didn’t even have a mom. I mean, she wanted to have a party!?

“What kind of party?” I wondered. There wasn’t any point in arguing and besides, I was a teenage boy. A party sounded kind of cool, but in a hopeless sort of way.

“A cool one!” she said with a grin. “We could get a couple kegs and invite all your friends from school and...”

“What?” I blinked at her. “I don’t have that many friends, Mom.”

I had like zero friends, at least away from school. I couldn’t bring anybody home because I had no idea how to explain my mom to them! I felt embarrassed when she’d put on her teenage girl act and even when she didn’t, I still kept thinking about her and wanting her and ... God! If anyone ever found out, I’d have died from embarrassment probably. And then the social workers would have taken me away or worse yet, sent me to live with my dad and his wife, the babysitter. They had a kid now anyway, so they didn’t want me.

“Just tell Greg about it,” she said. “I know he’s got a lot of friends.”

“Yeah.” I frowned.

“What?” Mom pouted. “You like him, don’t you?”

“He’s one of the biggest jerks in school,” I told her. “He said you’re a slut and I ought to nail you before ... uh...”

I hadn’t meant to say that and I looked away before she could see my red face.

“He called me a slut?” Mom giggled, but she must have been thinking about the rest of it too. “Do you want to nail me, Matty?”

“I gotta do my homework,” I said, hunched over with my nose buried in my chemistry book.

“Kissing cousins?” she teased me. “Nobody has to know.”

“Mom!”

“Don’t call me that,” she sighed. “It makes me feel so old!”

“You are old,” I said loudly, turning my head to stare at her.

“Shut-up!” she said, balling her tiny hands into fists. She was practically stomping her feet and I hated that more than anything else.

“You shut-up!” I shook with a surge of adrenalin. “You’re my mom, not my cousin! You’re old already! Get over it!”

“Fuck you!” she yelled back at me, pushing herself off my bed and kicking at the carpet. She slammed the door behind her and a minute later, slammed her bedroom door too.

“Good morning,” Mom said softly, cautiously as she stood at the stove.

“Hi.” I said, and I hadn’t slept hardly at all.

She wore her old bathrobe and Mom’s hair wasn’t in pigtails or anything. It just fell around her shoulders. She didn’t wear any makeup either. She looked like my mom, the way I remembered her from when I was little and she’d feed me oatmeal.

“I’m making some eggs,” she said. “Is scrambled okay?”

“Yeah.” I opened the refrigerator and then stopped. “I’m sorry about what I said last night.”

“Me too,” she sighed, and then she started crying all of a sudden. Like a dam had burst behind her big blue eyes. “I’m sorry about everything.”

“Mom.” I hugged her as she buried her face in my neck.

“I’m sorry,” she said, over and over. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I love you.”

I said the same things and even though the eggs got a little burned, they tasted delicious.

After that things were oddly normal. Mom slept in the master bedroom. She made me clean my room and we did household chores, and we ate real food. My mom helped me with homework and we talked about ordinary, boring things.

“Hi, Matt,” Mom said when I came home from school a few weeks later. The kitchen was warm and it smelled good, like a real home.

She wore a pair of well-worn jeans and an ordinary sweatshirt with a sailboat on it. She looked like a mom who’d spent the day taking care of her house. I liked it too, even if I did sometimes think I almost missed the old mom. Stacy. The kind of crazy one. Mostly I thought of her at night, remembering how she’d looked sucking Greg’s cock and especially when she’d wanted me to put it inside her pussy. That always made me cum quickly for some reason, but I always felt ashamed of it afterwards, too.

“Hey, Mom.” I kissed her cheek. “What are you making?”

“Cookies!” she replied with a smile. “Do you have homework?”

“A little.”

“Well, why don’t you sit down and do it here,” she said. “You can keep me company.”

“Okay,” I agreed, and we did more talking than homework.

She asked me about school and talked about some yard work she wanted me to do. I talked about raising my allowance and Mom mentioned something about finding a job, so I changed the subject. She asked me about school and if I was ever going to get a girlfriend, you know, half teasing me just a bit. I liked it though; she sounded like a mom.

“I’m thinking about going out tonight,” she finally admitted. “What do you think?”

“Going out where?” I had a sinking feeling in my stomach.

“Mmmm...” She shrugged and offered me a strained giggle. “Just to the mall maybe.”

“Oh.”

“Please, Matt?” She bit her lip, looking about fifteen years younger all of a sudden. Like magic, because she wasn’t even trying. “I really need this, honey.”

“Why?” I wondered. “I thought we were okay now?”

“We are okay,” she said. “I just ... I have to get out of the house. I wanna have a little fun, you know? It’s like totally boring around here.”

She started slipping into teenage girl talk.

“I’ve been a good girl. Right, Matty?” she asked, rocking on her hips. “Can’t I just go out for a little bit?”

I felt like I was her father all of a sudden.

“But Mom...” I sighed.

“Just once in awhile,” she said. “I promise, it’ll be okay. Please?”

What? Like I could tell my mom she couldn’t do something? She knew how I felt and she still wanted to do it. If I said no, I worried that she might get angry or more than likely, she’d sneak out and then what would I do? It seemed crazy and she stood there with her hands behind her butt, pushing her firm, smallish tits at me, chin down and pouting while she batted her big blue eyes. The total package and a total act, sure, but it made my stupid dick hard too.

At least she didn’t bring home any of the guys I went to school with, just another college guy.

“Eric works at the Orange Julius!” Mom giggled, introducing me to him. “He gave me a free one.”

“Great,” I said, flipping through the channels with the remote.

“So this is your cousin, huh?” He looked down at me with a grin. “I can hook you up too, buddy.”

“Thanks,” I replied. Free orange juice for life. Awesome.

“Sure, um...” He looked around because they were just sort of standing there.

Mom had worn her white painter’s pants and a pair of sneakers, which made her look about fourteen. All the girl’s in middle school liked painter’s pants and Mom wore hers without a belt, so they fell off her narrow hips and showed off the waistband of her pink panties. For a top she wore a red half-blouse, like a short-sleeve shirt except it only covered her tits with a garter hugging her around the ribs. It looked sexy even though it fit her loosely enough to make her chest look even flatter than it really was. She had her golden pigtails as well and too much makeup, deliberately too much as if she didn’t know how to wear it properly.

And here’s this loser, eighteen or nineteen maybe, hitting on a fourteen-year-old? Life had gone back to normal, except I knew Mom had only picked him up because she’d gotten desperate after more than two weeks of staying at home. Guys like Eric, as she’d admitted before, were too old for her. She liked high school boys.