A Dignified Mom

All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age.

A Dignified Mom

At twenty-two, it looked like Mike Hoff had the world in the palm of his hand. He was 6′ tall and 200 pounds of solid muscle. Mike was movie star handsome and had been dating the same beautiful girl for three years. His academic record was top of his University of Nebraska class. He was also their star running back and was a sure thing for a top NFL draft pick.

It was early in his senior season when it all crumbled. The bones in his knee were crushed by an opposing player just after he crossed into the end-zone.

The surgery was the following day. An MRI was done weeks later which put the final nail into the coffin that was his football career. It was all over. The constant flow of visitors and well-wishers was gone, as was his girlfriend. It was Mike and his mom, Cindy, now.

Cindy had raised him by herself. She was seventeen when he was born but had loving parents who were very supportive. They made sure she finished high school and paid for her to get dental hygienist training. Cindy was thirty-nine now and managed a large and successful dental practice. She had purchased their small two bedroom, two bath, home with her modest inheritance after the untimely death of her parents when she was twenty-two. All her adult life Cindy could have been the poster child for an upstanding dignified woman.

Cindy had never married but over the years always seemed to have a male friend. At most, they would stay around for a few months before being replaced by another. In the last few years her choice of companions had been well below the type of man she could have had. Cindy, was 5′ 2″, 110 lbs, beautiful, shapely, and could have been very selective.

Her latest, Otis, was her worst ever, and was obviously scraped from the bottom of the barrel. He was about 5’9″ and nearly 300 pounds of stupidity and fat. Otis owned a truck and with the assistance of his two helpers, Curt, and Darryl, did local furniture moving. His helpers, both in their early twenties, and dumber than rocks, did the work while Otis supervised. Other than that, Otis drank beer, ate, and watched TV. Mike and Otis rarely spoke to each other.

Mike had been fortunate enough to get a few endorsements before his injury. This had left him with enough money to open his own gym and still have a nice nest egg. Now, a year later, business was booming at the gym.

Mike loved football, but his former girlfriend, after unceremoniously dumping him, had quickly moved on to another player. Mike didn’t go to the games just to avoid Julie. He had loved her and had planned on proposing after graduation, but realizing she was a gold digger had really been devastating. When Julie’s new man wasn’t drafted she dumped him and found another.

When Nebraska and Iowa played, everything in town shut down to watch the rivals. Today was that day. With nothing to do at work, Mike left the gym in the hands of the staff and went home.

During halftime, Cindy had fixed sandwiches for the three men at her house. She was standing at the sink washing dishes when Darryl walked up behind her and grabbed her around the waist, pinning her arms to her sides.

“Let go of me!” she yelled, knowing the person holding her wasn’t fat enough to be Otis.

Rather than letting go, Darryl picked her up and turned her toward the dinette where Curt and Otis stood grinning.

“Otis, tell him to let me go,” Cindy demanded.

“He’s just havin’ a little fun. Relax and enjoy it,” Otis replied, as he took a seat.

Curt walked up to her and grabbed her breasts with both hands. She began kicking at him, but he stepped between her flailing legs to avoid getting kicked.

“Stop it, you bastards! Otis, make them stop!”

“I promised them a little half-time fun,” he laughed.

“No! Leave me alone!” she screamed.

“Cindy, they’ve agreed to let me keep their pay this week for a little pussy from you. Relax, you like dick.”

“I’m not you’re fucking whore!” Cindy shouted.

“You are now,” Otis told her. “Get on with it, boys. The game’s gonna be back on in twenty minutes.”

Curt ripped her shirt open and unhooked the clip on the front of her bra, exposing her small breasts. When she screamed, Darryl put his hand over her mouth to quiet her. Curt pinched her nipples hard enough to bring tears to her eyes as she struggled against them. Curt pulled down her slacks and panties to her ankles then pulled them off one foot. He stepped on the slacks that were still on the other foot, immobilizing that leg. Curt grabbed her free leg and raised it, so he could get to her pussy.

“I love shaved cunt,” Curt said, as he put his hand between her legs. He pushed his dry finger into her unprepared and poorly lubricated pussy. Cindy screamed into Darryl’s hand as she continued struggling. Otis was smiling as he sat watching her assault.

Mike pulled up in front of the house and parked on the street, since the entire driveway was blocked with Otis’s truck. He walked into the open garage and stepped inside into the nook. A mere six feet in front of him stood Darryl and Curt with his mother pinned between them. Curt was pulling down his pants.

Mike grabbed Curt by the top of his pants and his man bun, then violently threw him over the dinette where his head struck Otis in the face. Darryl pulled back slightly, and Cindy bit his fingers. He screamed and let her go as Mike grabbed his arm and twisted violently. Darryl’s elbow popped and bent backward as he fell to the floor. Cindy scrambled away and ran out of the room. Her slacks fell the rest of the way off as she did.

Mike turned toward the dinette. Otis was out cold and bleeding profusely from his nose. Curt was trying to get up from the floor. When Mike stomped on his outstretched leg, the snap at the knee was loud enough to hear. Curt screamed out in pain.

With all three incapacitated, Mike went to check on his mother. She was kneeling on the floor in her bedroom with her face buried in her hands, sobbing.

“Mom, are you okay?” he asked squatting beside her.

“I’m fine. Get them out of the house,” she said.

“I’m going to call the police.”

“No. I don’t want the police here. Just get them out of the house.”

“They were raping you. We need to call the cops,” he told her.

“You stopped them before they did. Please, just get them out of here.”

“Okay,” he replied, then walked back to the kitchen. Darryl and Curt were moaning and still on the floor. Mike poured Otis’s beer over his head to rouse him.

“She wanted it,” Otis said.

Mike grabbed his hair and held his face up. Otis’s nose was obviously broken. Mike punched him again to make sure.

“You’re a fucking liar. Get your boys outta here right now. If you ever come back or come near my mother again, I swear to God, I will kill you. Do you understand me?” Mike barked.

“I’m leavin’. Okay, I’m leavin’.”

Mike helped Curt stand, then Otis walked him out. Mike followed them escorting Darryl. Just before they drove away, Mike grabbed Otis by his shirt.

“Don’t forget what I said. It goes for all three of you.”

“Okay,” Otis agreed then drove away.

Mike went back inside and toward his mother’s room. The bathroom door was closed, and he could hear the shower running. “They’re gone, mom,” he shouted.

“Thank you,” she replied.

Mike went to the dining room and straightened it up. He picked up his mother’s slacks and panties, then carried them to her room. Passing through the living room on the way back, he gathered the empties and took them to the trash. By the time his mother walked in, a while later, he had the kitchen picked up and the dishes done. Mike was standing at the patio door looking outside when she came up behind him. Putting her arms around him, she laid her head on his back.

“Thank you,” she said.

“I’m just glad I got here when I did. They won’t be back,” he said turning to her. “Mom, I try to stay out of your business, but you need to be more selective with your men friends. You deserve better than that.”

“Guys like you are rare, and certainly not interested in an old woman like me.”

“Mom, you’re smart, beautiful, have a great body, and everyone loves you. You aren’t old. Hell, you aren’t even forty yet.”

“I feel very old,” she said, looking up at him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said sincerely. “I’d be thrilled to have someone like you.”

“Right.”

“I’ll tell you what. Go get dolled up and I’ll take you to dinner tonight.”

“Really?” she asked.

“We’ll go someplace nice, okay?”

“Dressy nice?” she asked.

“I don’t own a tux, but yes, dressy nice. How about Jumer’s?”

“The castle place?” she asked.

“You’ll love it. One of the pro scouts took me there once. I’ll call and make a reservation. Will six o’clock give you enough time?”

Cindy was beaming. “Plenty of time.”

She kissed him on the cheek and practically ran to her room. Mike grinned then called to make their reservation.

Mike got ready and went to the living room to wait on his mother. He heard the click of her heels coming down the hallway toward him and looked up. His jaw dropped when he saw her. His mother’s sandy blonde hair was styled and just touched her shoulders. Her makeup, although light, was perfection. She wore a form fitting little black dress that came just below mid-thigh, and black heels.

“Wow! I’m going to be the envy of every man at the restaurant,” he told her.

Cindy smiled and blushed. “I look okay?” she asked.

“Mom, you look good enough to eat.” Her blush deepened. “Uh, sorry. I didn’t mean it like that,” Mike said apologetically.

Cindy felt herself begin to moisten with his comment, and for a split second visualized her son licking her between the legs.

“I know what you meant,” she said shyly. “Ready?”

Mike stood and offered his arm then walked her to her car.

“You don’t have to take me out you know.”

“And miss a chance to show you off? Not a chance,” he said opening her door.

She grinned as she stepped into the car, showing a lot more leg as she did. He closed the door then went around and got in the other side. Mike noticed that her dress had ridden higher now and stared for a second before putting on his seatbelt.