Pete’s father held up a plastic baggie in front of both of the boys. “Do you know what the meaning of this is, son?”
Pete’s jaw dropped. Jason was floored to hear his best friend utter, “Ohhhhh, fuckkkkkk.” Pete’s parents had no tolerance for bad language.
“Yeah. The school called, Pete. Your mom and I just drove all the way back. Your ass is grass. Weed is unacceptable. I don’t want my son smoking marijuana. Your car is gone and you’re grounded for a month. Jason, I apologize for this, but you need to leave now, son.”
So a few moments later, Jason found himself in his kitchen, the house empty and deathly quiet. His mom was working that night. He was starving and irritable. Nothing sounded like fun anymore. It had all been ruined by Pete’s stupidity in insisting he wouldn’t get caught bringing the weed he’d scored to school and subsequently forgetting it in his locker.
Jason sat himself in one of the high chairs that stood before the bar in the kitchen. It was a neat little place. It had wooden mini blinds that when opened looked out into the living room. They were closed now. He was comfortable in the high chairs because he was so tall. 18 had marked a year where for some reason he’d sprouted like a bean stalk.
It had also brought something else along with it. He was a teenage guy, so naturally he was horny all the time. But lately… It seemed stress had only increased his sex drive. In fact, the more things became harder to deal with as of late, the more his body seemed to need release. He’d woken up every morning that week with raging morning wood. A couple of strokes had him exploding all over his stomach and groaning harshly in the early morning darkness. But it only seemed to come back with a vengeance. It was like his body couldn’t get enough.
He was ruminating on this and a thousand other things of annoyance when suddenly he heard his mom’s voice. He was about to call out, “Mom, can you cook me something?” when he heard something that made him halt in his tracks.
It was the sound of male laughter.
A deep voice intoned in the silence, “So your name’s Kerri, right?”
Jason didn’t like the guy’s tone. It was flirtatious and openly sexual. Then he heard his mom’s voice in answering.
She laughed. “Yeah, duh, I’ve told you like a thousand times. Do you always forget the name of the girls you go home with?”
Something rippled through Jason’s body. His mom’s tone was sexy and young and flirtatious, and it reminded him of the way some of the girls in his school would hang by the guys’ lockers and talk to the guys. It stirred something to life in him.
Jason moved his hand to slightly crack open the blinds. What he saw made his breath catch in his throat.
His mom looked almost ten years younger. He’d never seen her look so beautiful. She never wore make-up anymore, though she was naturally pretty. She didn’t have a lot on… But she’d done something soft to her eyes, and the effect was overwhelming. Her lips were painted lightly by a soft pink orange lipstick. Her face was undeniably sensual looking. She’d curled her long blond hair, and it hung in sexy free ringlets all around her shoulders.