I buried myself in school friends and activities. I was pretty good on the baseball field and I owned first base. All of those activities and the pleasures they offered were wiped out when I returned home each afternoon. My mom was depressed at loosing dad and she just couldn’t seem to break out of it. Each night I’d go to bed in the room next to her bedroom — the room she’d shared with my dad — and I’d hear her sobbing. It was at least six months before the crying stopped and she seemed to be feeling better.
I didn’t know how to support her in this period of our lives. I did the obvious and told her to get out of the house and do stuff. She finally took that advice and started to socialize with three women she’d met at a grief support group. Soon, the women left the group and started their own social activities. They’d go drinking. Not like getting shit-faced drinking, but social drinking.
She was dressed ready to go out with the ladies when she came into the kitchen where I was fixing some dinner for myself.
“So, I was wondering,” she hesitated and then continued, “I was wondering if you thought it would be okay if I started seeing other people – men. I miss your dad, but I’m still lonely. If you think it’s too soon or think people will talk, just say so. I just want to,” she said and stopped mid thought.
“Mom, it’s okay. I think it’s great that you’re ready to go on with your life. You’re a young woman and you need a man in your life. I get it. And, if you are happy, I don’t care what other people say.”
She gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek and left for her outing. It was just a couple of weeks later when she said that she’d met a nice man named David. I figured that she’d met David before she asked for permission to date, but I let that pass. Lynda, that’s my mom, started going on-and-on about David. He was good, and kind and funny and handsome and so much more. I didn’t know if she were trying to convince me or herself.
“I’ve invited him to dinner on Friday and I’d like for you to meet him.”
“Sounds good. Yep, Friday is good.”
Friday came and so did David. He seemed nice enough. My late dad was the only yardstick against which I could measure a man dating my mom. David was a little younger than dad by a couple of years. He was taller, maybe six-two with brown hair with a bit of gray creeping in. He was very athletic looking. He had a big smile and seemed very comfortable meeting me.
We all talked over dinner, he was interested in me and my background — I guess to win me over — and my mom kept pointing out his good points every chance she got. Bottom line was that he seemed okay to me. If my mom liked him, then great.
Dinner ended and I put the dishes into the dishwasher and begged off for a school event. Leaving, I gave my mom a wink to show my approval of David. Her smile was one of delight and relief. I took my exit.
I got home a little after eleven from school and took a shower and got into bed. It wasn’t long before I head sounds from my mom’s room. Our bedrooms shared a wall. I couldn’t make it all out, but I could make out my mom’s voice. The other voice I determined was David’s voice. Damn, that was quick. They were already in the fucking part of the relationship.
It wasn’t long before I could hear the sounds of some serious fucking. It was odd, as I’d never heard this amount of noise when my father was alive. Back then I may hear a little noise from the bed, but this was different. This David guy was breathing hard as he made the entire bed shake and mom was voicing moans and little passion grunts. I even caught her telling David to “fuck her harder” and from the sound of it he did just that.
The thought of my mom in the next room fucking this David guy and apparently in a much more exciting way that had my father, was kind of exciting
Their fucking ending shortly afterwards with my mom actually screaming her passion and David shouting that he was going to “cum like a motherfucker”. Everything went quiet — for an hour or so. Then they started up again. I could not remember my parents fucking more than once in a night.
The next morning was Saturday and when I got up, mom was dressed in her bathrobe in the kitchen making breakfast. I entered and she looked uncomfortable.
“I guess you heard.”
“Sure did,” I said and smiled at her.
“We really hadn’t planned for him to stay the night, it just happened and I’m glad that it did. I just hope it didn’t upset you.”
I decided to tease her to let her know I was okay. “So,” I said, “did he cum like a motherfucker?”
She blushed. “So, you heard that, did you.”
I laughed out loud and the tension was broken.
“Actually,” she continued, “he does cum like a motherfucker and so did I.”
“So, I guess we’ll be seeing more of David, the cumming motherfucker.”
“Damn, I hope so,” mom said.
In fact, she did start seeing more of David. He had his own place but slept over at our house a couple of nights a week. And, their lovemaking got more energetic and noisier.
Spring of my Junior year rolled around and I was fully engaged in baseball. Mom, and often with David, would come to the games. Mom got to know most of the players and with summer soon to follow baseball season, we’d use our big back yard and pool to entertain the team. David who was still in the picture didn’t make most of the parties as they were afternoon and early evening and he had his own schedule.
I was never sure if the guys came for the free food, the pool or to stare at my mom’s tits. She sometimes caught them and they’d go bashful.
It was in the fall of my senior year that I met my new best friend, Randy. On the first day of senior year, the homeroom teacher called roll and everyone was asked to call out their birthday as a check of the school records. Randy and I had the same birthday, October seventy. That was enough to start a conversation later in the day. It seemed that both of us had missed the cutoff date of September thirtieth and we’d been held over a year before we could start first grade.
October seventh of my senior year – I was eighteen; Randy was twenty. Our lives were all changing.
Randy had a past. He’d been expelled two years ago — for reasons that neither he nor the school would disclose. Now, after two years working shit jobs, Randy had returned to finish his senior year and get his diploma. He’d also returned to play a little baseball for the team. Randy, now twenty, had filled out looking more like a man than a high school guy. The guys on the team always gave him shit in the showers. “Hey, Randy, I have a date this weekend, could I borrow some chest hair?” He also was teased because he had the biggest cock any of us had ever seen. It had to be seven inches long and it was very thick. And, he had big balls too. Soon, he and “it” were known as Randy and peewee. “Hey, Randy, is peewee getting any pussy?” And, in the classic retort, he’d reply, “Yeah, peewee and me are fucking your mama tonight. She says that every man in her house has a little dick.” Everyone would laugh and move on to something else.