Mom and I celebrate what we call ‘our Independence Day.’ My dad was bad news growing up and I convinced her to leave him. It’s kind of a crazy story, but back then our first Independence Day was special, exciting, like a chance to start our lives over. We went out to a dinner the night we were on our own at a place we definitely couldn’t afford, and now we do it every year.
Cherie calls me, “Wow, that’s sweet, really lovely. Ty.. I don’t want to seem selfish but are you sure your little dinner date with your mom will take your entire night? I want you so bad right now. If you come over, I’ll only need an hour or two tops”
“God I wish I could come over your place but I can’t, she’s already made reservations at some French place. I’ll make it up to you.. promise.
Cherie, “now that sounds hot.”
We went out to dinner and danced all night. Mom looked like an angel, and I knew most everyone thought she was my girlfriend. I’ve got to admit that I love it. She’s quite possibly the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and she stands out like a movie star in our small town. When I drove her home she was so exhausted.
Alexis, “Oh, how am I going to make it up the stairs? I’ll just sleep on the couch.” I put a pillow under her head.
“My boy, my sweetheart. You’re so good to me.”
“Can I ask you.. why.. why did you never date after dad left us?”
Alexis exhales dreamily with her eyes closed, “I don’t know, honey. I was so busy working back then.”
“I know guys hit on you all the time, half of the time they don’t even have the decency to hide it from me.”
Alexis open an eye, “You sound a little jealous. What if I had had a beau?”
“No, you’ve got me all wrong. I think everyone should find love. And now, I’m older, I just landed an amazing job, I’ll be moving out soon. I want you to have someone,” I think of Cherie. My new girlfriend who I’m beginning to fall for.
Alexis touches my face, her voice sounded disappointed, “well I knew someday you’d find love and leave the nest.”
“I’m not leaving you, just leaving this house”
It was then that she started to drift asleep. I saw her panties as she shifted her leg over the sofa pillow. Sheer, white, delicious.. wait.. is it a little fucked up to be turned on? I know it is. It was then I heard her snoring. I turned around and started to leave, and my step-mother cooed “Yes, Tyler.. touch me.. please.”
I turned around, her eyes are shut. She was dreaming.
“Your folks won’t be home tonight, baby.. just take off your clothes.”
I leaned down close to her ear and whispered, “what are you dreaming about?”
She moaned in pleasure.
The unspeakable things that I could have done. I will not. I was not raised to take advantage of a woman, especially her. I went to bed with thoughts whirling through my mind, so dirty, so confusing. I went to bed when the sun was starting to come up. It was a late night, and she definitely made it difficult to fall asleep.