Thread: Mother's day off (Rick_S and g.stevens11)

It started a while ago when Rick walked in on something where he got to see a little bit more of his mother than a son should. Strangely though he did not feel disturbed or embarrassed about it, but much to his own surprise found himself getting aroused. Matters got worse ever since and almost everything she does started affect him more than he believed possible and he finds himself unable to not look at her legs whenever she wears something short, ogle her ass when she walks away or try catch a glimpse at her bust when she bends forward. Thanks to their relation as mother and son living in a shared household he does not lack on opportunity to see a lot of her. In fact, he often cannot resist the impulse to step in on her during the worst moments having to ask her about some misplaced things when she steps out of the shower just so he can see her wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her otherwise nude body or get up early in hopes of seeing her strut around the kitchen while still dressed in a skimpy gown. More than once has he wondered what would happen if he simply grabbed her during one of those occasions, held her down and punched his throbbing arousal inside her cleft. Then he remembered it is his mother he is thinking about and how it is wrong to fantasize about fucking her or worse, raise his hand to take her by force. It is a very confusing time for the young man. What do teenagers do when they are confused? They confided in their friends. Of course, doing so opened him to all kinds of motherfucker jokes. Jokes and a little bit of hazing, on the other hand, were something Rick knew how to deal with. He was a jock after all and not lacking on youthful confidence. They anyway subsided quick and the topic of discussion among him and his friends shifted to his mothers body. It was really no big surprise to him to hear how his friends shared his assessment of the woman together with boastful bragging how if they would be in a home alone with her she might find it hard to walk the next day. All of it mattered little today. It was Thursday afternoon and Rick and his clique had the grand idea to skip school on Friday to have an extended weekend. So far he is convinced they that his mother is at work that day, leaving the house empty for them. Him and his four friends together they are usually bad news. Individually there is a limit to their impertinence, ho far they will go and what they will do. Together as a group these limits quickly disappear as neither of them wants to be the first to back off and all of them want to show off in front of the other, inevitably egging each other on to cross lines none of them likely would by themselves. So, See you guys tomorrow. Rick tells Grayson. Grayson is known as Rick's partner in crime. They are both jocks of fairly similar athletic build and frequently play sports together. Grayson is blond, Rick's hair is brown and he is a little bit taller but beyond that they both are very much alike. Where is it again you said we meet? Max asks. Max is the stockiest of the group and also the most muscular. If anyone would peg one of them as bully, that title would like go to Max. He said at the grocery store at the corner. Zachary, or short Zach, answers. The leanest of the group he is somewhat the brains of the operation and the closest to what could pass as a nerd. That is to say, not really nerd material but a real whiz with computers. Finally, there is Nolan. Nolan is the only one of the group who doesn't regularly play football with them. Mostly because his sport of choice is hockey and he has all the buried aggression of a real hockey player to go with that sports. Seriously, I am still waiting for the day where you going remember a single thing, Max. The exchange with his friends delays Rick some, causing him arrive home roughly half an hour later than usual. Now, as a jock, he naturally needed a car and even if it is only a run down beater. That's possibly the one thing he worked hard for and thus no longer requires a parent to drive him. His mom might care about this causing him to arrive late at times, but he doesn't. He has entered a petulant teenage stage where just general doesn't give a damn about what his parents tell him and at times openly defied them. So, when he does finally arrive at the home he does as usual drop the bag right next to the door, hang up his jacket and head straight for the kitchen before saying anything to grab himself a soda.