The Ten of Them – Chapter 2: A New Home

“Yeah that’s my mother.” I say as the two women step through my door not waiting for any other invitation.

One of the women slurs a question. “You got anything to drink?”

“Sorry we don’t have any alcohol in the house. You’re welcome to soda or water.” I say hoping to get relieved of them quickly.

“Oh okay I guess we’ll go back to the party.” The other says maybe a little less drunk than her friend. They hand mom off to me who leans heavily on to me. This reminds me so much of a stormy night two, I’m even in my boxers as I help mom back to her bed. The only different is I don’t have two sisters I’m missing. Mom stops at the bathroom saying. “I need to go.”

I help mom into the bathroom once inside she starts pulling at her dress she’s so drunk she can’t even lift her dressed to set down the pee. I grabbed the lower edge of her dress and lifted just above her hips this seems to help mom she grabs it and pulls it inside out over her head. She is not wearing a bra or panties I’m pretty sure she left with them. Her exposed flesh smells strange and there something creamy running down inside her thighs. Realizing what the smell is from and what the creamy substance is I feel ill, but mom sits on the toilet. I go to the sink and start water running to splash my face. I let it warm to get a washcloth running it under the warm water I then handed to my mother. In the state she’s in she nearly topples off the toilet with her dress wrapped around her neck and draping over her shoulders. I help her come back to an up-right position, and finish pulling the dress off of her head, she is struggling with it.

Mom gazes at me sort of like she did Monday morning. Even though her appearance is definitely a turn off for me, drunk doesn’t go well with her for me. She still is a nude woman setting in front of me smelling of sex. She begins to wash the smell only grows more intense. I decide the put her into the shower that would be much faster than just trying to get her clean with a washcloth.

Adjusting the water in the shower a little cool hopefully that will help me keep my mind stronger than my body’s urges. I grabbed the body wash and soak the sponge running my hand over it to lather it up. When I’m ready I pull mom up off the toilet and into the shower. Although small the shower is big enough for me to wash Mom. Using the sponge I quickly lather mom up then rinsing the soap off I find several love bikes on her. Both nipples are hard and irritated from the treatment they gotten. I put her head under the shower and washed her hair, twice. I handed her the sponge and told her the wash her bottom I held onto her arm as she washed between her legs and down her thighs passed her knees.

And I pulled her out taken a towel and drying her hair, her upper body and down over her legs when she was fully dried I dried myself then took her to her bed. By this time she was a little cold and sleepy. I moved quickly to turn down the bed and pushed mom into it before she could wrap her arms around me. Once she was fully in bed she spread her legs and said. “Come fuck your mom. I really need to cum.”

I pulled the covers up over her. “Go to sleep you’re drunk.”

She threw the covers off and said again. “Come fuck me now. I need you.”

For the first instant in my life I actually felt angry at my Mom. My outburst came out hotter, louder with anger dripping from every word. “Why would I want my first time to be your third, fourth, or fifth time tonight. I don’t care if you need to cum. I’m not going to fuck you.” I threw the covers back over and left.

Halfway back to my room I can hear her begin to sob, but I was still mad so I left it like that.

The next morning I make certain I was up early, before mom awoke, I showered and left the house quickly. I walked the property till late in the morning, I wanted to think. I really wanted to do the one thing I couldn’t, forget.

Mom is only human too; she has needs and desires just like everyone else. The way she did them last night I couldn’t handle it. If she had offered her body to me in the not too recent past I would happily accepted. But now I find myself torn between a love I have for my Mother and this newfound love that is growing for Kathryn. I hope Mom was drunk enough last night not to remember. What I said was cruel but also true. I didn’t want to lose my virginity to Mom’s drunkenness.

Entering the house I found Mom at the kitchen table a black coffee in her hand. She observed my face and quickly looked away. I made myself a sandwich and grabbed a soda from the fridge before turning towards my room. Two steps into the hallway I heard mom say. “JJ, please forgive me.”

I turn back and walked to the kitchen table taking a chair by Mom. I quietly said to her. “I have already. I just wasn’t prepared for what occurred last night.”

Mom looks at me pale as I’ve ever remember seeing her. Tears begin to roll down her cheeks. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t drink so much.”

“How awful is your hangover Mom?”

Mom statement it’s humorous but I force myself not to laugh. “On a scale of one to ten, Thirteen.”

I get up to go to the fridge and fish out a Gatorade, one that Mom will drink. I hand it to her and take away the coffee. “That will help more than the coffee. The caffeine helps keep you dehydrated and most of the hangover is dehydration.”

Mom asks. “How do you know so much about hangovers?”

“I had a lot of tutors that were in college and a lot my tutorial sessions were in the morning.” That one girl I had a crush on drank heavily. That’s one reason I reacted the way I did last night. A few mornings she would show up smelling strongly of perfume and another strange odor, and now I realize that was the smell of sex. It’s funny that only makes the hurt feelings I had about her all come rushing back.

Mom asked the question I really possessed no desire to answer. “JJ, did I come on to you last night?”

Since I’ve never really like being dishonest to my mother I responded truthfully. “You were drunk and not at your best. You did and I overreacted, I’m sorry for that.”

Mom cradles her head, there’s an unmistakable sign of her crying. “I’m sorry JJ. I should never have…”

I interrupt mom, I can’t bear to see her so depressed. “Mom you just over did it the first time out. You hadn’t been out like that in so long that you were off your game. You drank too much and got a little out of control. There’s not that much to forgive. Just try to forget it and not do it again.” I pull Mom up to hug her, once in my arms I continue. “I love you Mom. I think I’m in love with Kathryn. That’s why I got irate, even though you’re a gorgeous tempting woman. I just couldn’t and if you were not intoxicated you would’ve known that.”

Mom begins to relax then giggle. “You’re right if I hadn’t been intoxicated I wouldn’t come home like that. Hell I’m wouldn’t have done any of that. JJ, are you certain about being in love with Kathryn?”

Still holding her I say. “Mom if I was not in love with Kathryn you would have woken up beside me.”

Mom jokes. “That might’ve made the hangover worthwhile.”

“Mom I’m still a virgin. I want my first time to be with Kathryn but she’s only ten. I know I’m going to have to wait until she is older but when I do I wanted to be good for her. How am I going to learn how to do it right without doing it? It’s kind of like martial arts I read all the books before I started classes but practice and theory were totally different. And I’m done the sex ed. class for homeschool I aced that, but making love isn’t at all what the theory is it?”

Mom chuckles and then groans say. “Well if you had done what I requested of you last night you would know for certain. I understand why you wouldn’t. I could inform you about what to do and how to accomplish it. But that’s more theory; even watching porn from the Internet may not be enough. Any one of Helen’s older daughters would be happy to educate you from what Helen said; after you kicked their brothers’ ass they’re all crushing on you. Kathryn seems to be the worst she has a major puppy love for you too.”

I ask. “Are you saying Kara and Krystal are both active sexually?”

“Helen voiced to me that she believes they are and quite regularly. She just doesn’t know with whom. None of her girls appears to have a steady relationship with any young man.”

“I don’t care I wouldn’t jeopardize my puppy love for anything. If her twelve-year-old sister is having sex, which means we only have to wait a couple of years.”

Mom giggles. “But they may be having sex with other twelve-year-olds. There is a vast different for a sixteen-year-old to have sex with a twelve-year-old.”

“Somehow I think it’s not of much consequence I’ll wait till Kathryn is ready. Besides if I can turn you down her sisters don’t have a chance.”

Mom giggles. “Was that a compliment son?”

“Yes I intended it as a compliment. Let’s drop that before my hormones take over.”

Mom says. “We need to have that discussion this afternoon. When my hangover subsides, I should be able to handle it.”

That afternoon we finally had the talk. It was amazing the amount of information lacking in the sex education curriculum. I found out a hundred questions I required answers for. Every answer seems to generate more questions after an hour my mother held her hand up she needed a break so we stopped. This is going to take longer than I thought. I found out two things for sure every woman is different and every time you make love it will be different.

When Monday came around Coach Edward come by early in the morning to meet with mom and me. He needed additional money up front to pay for several items. Having the contract drawn up I have advanced $1,250,000 for the materials and services needed to start construction. A truck comes by later to fill up the dozer and drop a 55 gallon barrel of diesel for the dozer to use later.

Another dump truck pulling a front end loader arrived and soon truckloads of dirt and stones were leaving. When the excavation was at to the correct level we needed. We discovered the stone lacked the strength to support the foundation. We contracted a well drilling company to place peers deep into the stone. We required harder rock which would support the foundation.