All Fair in Love and War

Literotic asexstories – All Fair in Love and War by DickBogart1953,DickBogart1953 Everyone in this twisted tale is 18+.

All is fair in love and war.

All’s fair in love and war, or at least that is what my Dad beat into me growing up. The end justifies the means; one example will fill you in on all you need to know about the great hunter who was my Father. All I asked for Christmas that year was a pellet gun for my fourteenth birthday. I read a boy scout book on shooting that said using one to improve your shooting skills is how they taught soldiers in WWI to shoot, as the guns were not made in large enough numbers for the army yet. The ones trained on the air guns scored twice as high on their sharpshooter’s rating. I hoped to please my Father by getting better shooting scores at the gun range, but after this, I have yet to try again to satisfy him with anything. Dad bought me one, and before I could even touch it, much less shoot it, we went to the hunting lodge out of town outside of Butte, Montana. We went with his paid customers; that was his source of income. I did not get to touch it; all the other guests did. I complained, and my mistake was to do it in front of the guests. When we got home, my Dad beat me till I was unconscious for talking back to him. I was unsure why he did not do it there, and I would find out why four years later. Mom intervened, and Dad took her to their room. Seeing him pull her by her hair to their room was upsetting, nor was it the first time I saw it.

I was born in Butte, Montana, a city of 28,000+, in 1968. I’m Billy with no middle name Andrews as Dad; he was drunk and refused to give me one. It was Dad being who he was. Being treated this way made me mad. I had to learn what I needed to defend myself by taking Mixed Martial Arts fighting at a gym with no metals or trophies, but they did have three fighters who were nationally ranked and three taught me as they knew my Dad Boner Jim Andrews or Bo to his friends. They were happy to help me hurt the most hated man in three counties they even put his photo on one of the punching bag. I’ve met Dad so called friends; not one would I let them be alone with my hot Mother and a couple who it felt like I would be the one not to be left alone with.

Dad never said no to his clients, but he said no to us at every turn. I am eighteen and was sent to a ranch near town for the summer it was his idea. I was told to do all the work that was asked of me. I thought of it as making money for college as they paid five bucks an hour. It’s 1986, that’s higher than minimum wage. I worked for four months as a ranch hand to help pay for my college as my hard work working part time at the gym as a trainer. Yes, four years they let me teach the first-timers. I made a little over $6,000 a year, and except for fixing up my pickup of a gift from my Granny, I have yet to spend a dime. The owner died, and his son took the cash from selling the building and left for parts unknown, leaving me needing a job.

The ranch work was hard, but it pushed me to get stronger. I did not know that the fifty-four-year-old widow had other plans for my fit eighteen-year-old ass, which had nothing to do with ranch work. I had taken my fight training as survival skills for my home life. On my third day at the job, I was outworking the full-time hired hands. Most of the ranch crew thought to teach me a lesson for showing them up. They had not fought sober before, and it showed their skills were lacking as I took on four at once and put two in the bunkhouse, unable to get up for work for two days. The other two had black eyes and busted lips. One broke his hand on my hard head that was three months ago no one has said a word to me after.

The widow, Mrs. Baker, came to me and asked if I would eat dinner with her on my last night on the ranch. I need to tell you about myself. I have blue eyes and stand Six foot two, tipping the livestock scale at one hundred ninety-eight pounds. My light blond hair is growing out, it’s too far to get a haircut cut. I’m not letting any of the ranch hands near me with sharp objects. After cutting the few wild hairs off my face with a shave, I cleaned up and added some aftershave. Dinner: we did not eat much in the way of food, but things were eaten; she had a high libido. I ate a salad and was halfway finished eating a steak when it happened.

The widow had enough to eat stood and dropped her dress, leaving on her open nipple black lace bra, and crotch-less panties. You wore matching suspender belt, silk stockings, and four-inch red stripper heels. You crawled on the table like a sexy cat, your whole breast swinging gently with your catwalk. Mrs. Baker took my breath away; this was unlike the preacher’s daughter or my last two ‘Dates.’ It was an odd foreplay, but it made my seven inches bone hard, and my cock head dripped. My fingers teased a nipple as your mouth tasted of Rye; my tongue whipped yours to your moan. I touched your wet swamp and a few strokes on your hard clit. I had no clue your five-foot-four body was as sexy as it was without your denim shirts and jeans. Your green eyes and your tan body were sexy. The weathered look of your skin was offset by your tan lines that looked like mine. You were still sexy, as was your hot mouth. You jumped into my lap, knocking us onto the floor. Getting me out of my things took seconds.

You chirped happily when you saw my one-eye monster. Your tiny hands were rough from ranch work. Your touch on my cock thrilled me, but they could have been sandpaper, which would not have stopped us. When your wet hot mouth found my hot cock you said. “By the Gods, your cock is big, I can’t wait to see if it fits.”

I could not speak as the widow had me all in her mouth, a feat none of my women could do. It spoke volumes of her experience, which was how the rest of the night went. My youth and stamina had us fucking till near dawn. She let me come three times to her ten or more. I’ve worked at her ranch for three months; my last day was yesterday. I had an idea she waited till the last day to keep this fuck away from the hired hands. I packed my bag and left it in my second-hand F150 from 1975. It was a birthday gift from my Grandmother on my eighteenth. She died last spring, and I got her house in a small town outside of Aspen, Colorado, and $60,000 in cash it came with a note to take care of my Mother.

My Mom, Catherine Sophie, insisted on keeping the house and cash a secret from Dad as he would sell the house and drink my money. We told him the car was a gift from Mom as her savings bond matured, or that’s what we told dear old Dad. Dad had beaten what he thought was the truth out of Mom and spent the $5,000 left from the so-called bond to update his truck with a new engine. I had given her the cash so she could leave him, but it did not work out that way. That was four months ago as I loaded my coffee mug and was heading across Butte to the hunting lodge on Boulder Mountain.

It was a short drive, and being where it is, there was no traffic, but I was still in bed doing the widow, making me run late. My Dad was not pleased, but he sent me to town to pick up some day trader that flew in, so I peed, filled my cup with coffee, and drove the hour back into town, driving the lodge van to the airport. I went to the section where chartered Jets landed. I met the trader and his date and another couple who were their guest. They talked about buying stocks and the ins and outs of the basics on the hour ride there. One guy talks about a company listed on the stock market for the first time on Monday. It had a silly name, Apple Incorporated. It was a steal at ten a share, he said. The ride was an education. It sounded easy to invest. The hunt was like all the others. I was bored seeing death as a sport, but I kept that to myself, not wanting a repeat of the air gun incident. Did my Dad drink because his life was the replication of what he loved to do all the time and the boredom of getting what he wanted? I was still unsure if it would be the thing to do, but the guy with the $8,000 watch wanted to buy some stock in Apple. I had cash to blow on a gamble for a better life for my Mom and me.

After the two days of long hours being a butler, a cook, a maid, and cleaned their trophies. I cleaned up the lodge I told my Dad before he left to drive the van back to the airport. I was driving to the University of Montana to enroll in college as my grades were good enough to get a student loan rather than go straight home. Driving the few hours to Missoula, Montana, I added my name to the list for a student loan, drove back downtown, and found a Financial Advisor. He showed me the stock started at ten dollars, and two hours later, it was up to twelve. I wrote him a check for $15,000 a quarter of my $60,000 and kept the cash in my pocket. I kept seeing my hot Mom’s face as I started to use the $3,000 cash, and I flashed to you, winking at me like you did when Dad took you away, stopping him from hitting me. I bet $15,000 on that wink. We discussed what I could have made if I put the money when the stock market opened; I would have made a 15% profit quickly.

I went home and was told Mom was in her room, and Dad said. “Your Mom refused to come out for dinner, leave her alone.”

I took my things off, and my hickeys were all over my chest and flat stomach; I emptied my pockets on my desk and went and showered my first in two days there was not enough hot water for the guest at the lodge. Coming out clean, wrapped in my towel, I saw my wallet on the desk open, and my cash was gone. Still in my towel, I ran to the front of the house, seeing my Dad drive off with the hot young next-door neighbor. An impression of a note scribbled by the phone when rubbed with a pencil read dinner at eight for two and a hotel reservation for ten p.m. with a king-sized bed at the Country Inn. I stood there taking it all in, and I felt odd not having seen my Mom for dinner or her not saying hello.

I ran to the folk’s bedroom, still in my towel, and Mom was handcuffed to the bed. Your eyes showed great fear, and then you saw it was me in all my glory. As my towel fell to the ground, you relaxed. Seeing my hot Mom cuffed to the bed, your mouth covered in duct tape. Your naked and bruised body was covered by only a sheet. There was caked, dried blood from a couple of open cuts.

Taking the tape off, I took a rag out of your mouth as you gasped. “Baby, what are you doing naked? Wait, where’s your asshole, Father.”

“He left with the neighbor next door and my $3,000 cash. I hope he drinks himself to an early grave. You know where he keeps the keys to your cuffs?” I bent down and put my towel back on.

You croaked out. “No clue. Give me water, please, Billy. It’s been three days without.”

I went and got you a glass from the bathroom and gave it to you. It was clear you were naked under the sheet. I ran; fear moved me quickly as I dressed and loaded a to-go bag and tossed it in my truck, getting tools out of the garage. My anger took over, and it took a few seconds to break the bed and a few more minutes to get the cuffs off you.

I’ll tell you. “Pack a bag; we were out of here in fifteen, Mother.”

You looked helpless as you tried to sit up and screamed in pain. As the sheet fell from your naked body, I saw the marks and bruises on your ribs. You were covered in bites as you sat in your feces and urine. The smell was terrible. You cried and held your hand out as I took you in my arms and carried you to the bath. I started the water as I went to Dad’s gun safe, got out his gun, checked it, and put it in the bathroom as I made you a protein shake and gave you a protein bar. I bathed you as you cried. I tried to be soft with my touch, but I touched you in places no son should ever touch his Mother.

I got hard, but neither of us said a word as I cleaned and wrapped you in a bathrobe, taking you to the bedroom and sitting you down in your make-up chair.

I pulled out two suitcases and said. “We have to leave. If we don’t, I will kill Dad when he comes home. Tell me what to pack. He has dinner at eight and a hotel after; my guess is we won’t see him for a day or so, but we need to be at your Mom’s new place. I was planning on driving out there to see about selling it to pay for my college, but now we can stay there. Dad has no clue. She sold her old place in Aspin and moved to the smaller town of Castle Rock.”

Getting Mom dressed was less than fun. It was my first time dressing a woman, but you were in great pain. Getting my truck loaded, I drove out of town an hour north to Helena. We stopped at the Hospital, getting Mom the help she needed.

I wrote a check for it, not once thinking how I pay for college now. I was in love with my hot Mom, but I had no clue if she matched my passion. I knew she loved me as a Son but was unsure of more. We stayed overnight in the Hospital. I ate at the cafeteria. Its food reminded me of the worst school food. My Mom was cut loose at noon the next day. You were on pills, so I drove without stopping except for pee breaks and something to eat. It was thirteen hours and then some getting into Castle Rock. I had keys, but the power was not turned on. It was noon when I stopped at the two-story modest house off a tiny lake at the top of a hill. It looked like the blue paint needed a new coat as the yard was run down a year without anyone in it. I sat you in a chair as I went and found clean sheets.

I changed the bed sheets and took you to bed. You took a pill, and you were asleep quickly. You looked like hell. If we had stayed, Dad would be dead, and I would be in jail. Who would take care of my Mom? I drove to the bank, transferred my funds, ordered a credit card, and got the utilities turned on. I stopped at the store and picked up the things we needed for the house. I bought a few flashlights and batteries. A few gallons of drinking water and dropped off a prescription for pain. They wanted my Mom to pick them up. I showed the pharmacist the release papers from the Hospital, and she let me leave with them as there was a second refill I could come back with her driver’s license.

There was a Thai restaurant, and I got my Mom’s favorite dishes, and she nibbled. I bought an ice chest for the leftovers, a camp stove, a skillet, and a French press to make coffee with. You went to sleep as I iced your face, wrist, and knee. I took a swim in the lake to clean off as you slept as I sat outside in the warm air catching some sun. Another week or so, it will be fall, and the weather will change; it happens quickly. You woke up screaming, trying to fight off Dad. I remember that feeling. My MMA training took my fears away. I held you gently in my arms till you fell asleep again. I dosed off on the far side of the kingsize bed.

Sometime later Mom says. “Baby, I don’t know what to do. I have to pee, but you washed me already and touched me. You will need to wipe me. I’m so sorry you have to do this.”

I got out of bed and had the covers off you as I carried you to the bathroom. You peed, but your ribs and wrist kept you from wiping. I balled up a wad of paper, and I cleaned you off. You were floating on the pills.

Mom says. “You’re grounded for touching me there, mister, and washing my naked body. Are you trying to seduce me? It’s oddly calming having you love on me like I did for you when you were a baby.”

You fell asleep talking as I carried you to bed and held you till I had to pee hours later. You snuggled into my arms as you held me rather than hurting you where I held you. I felt guilty because seeing your naked body gave me a boner. I was sure you had not noticed me; your body was a wreck. I thought about why I loved you; you gave me life, fed and taught me things, but was it just a Mother’s love? You woke again, needing to use the bathroom; as I took you there, I started to turn away from you to wash my hands before wiping you, and you stopped me.

“You have seen and touched all of me. It is silly to give me modesty at this point. You’re not a baby anymore. You’re a caring man. I saw you in a dream as you held me and washed me like a baby.”

I answered you. “That was two days ago Catherine, how could I not, Mom? You need me like me as a baby needed you.”

Mom says. “Baby, I itch down there. I need a wash off, or I would not ask you, please, Baby.”

I dug out the camp stove and heated the water, moving you to the tub. I knew it was cold, but I sat you on the tub’s edge on a towel, leaning you against the wall as the water got warm. I used a washrag to soap you clean. You moaned from my touch. I was scared the moans were from pain, but your neck went red as your nipples popped. Your eyes lidded as your damaged hand touched my face. The warmth of your touch excited me as you moaned again. Your good leg rubs against my hard cock in my pants as I understand the moan now. I washed the rag off and rinsed you off. Doing your armpits as I do your ass last you were clean as I put the washcloth down.

I hear. “Use your hand, my love. Don’t stop. I’m unsure if it’s the drugs or the love in your touch, but please don’t stop, my Baby boy. Let me come, Billy.”

I used what I learned at the ranch. It was slow, and your body turned red. Your need for love was there, but it was nowhere to touch you that did not have a bruise. You came calling my name. “OH Billy, please, you are so gentle with your touch. Yes, please, Baby, it’s been years since anyone made me come. Oh please. Shit, Billy.”

Saying. “I feel so close to you, Catherine. You came hard. You know I’ve loved you like this in my dreams, afraid you reject me. I know it’s a sin, but I don’t care. I feel your heartbeat in my fingers; we can never return to not having you in my arms.”

Catherine says. “Sorry, Baby, I got nothing that doesn’t hurt to help you but open my top, Billy, and show me how you stroke to me in your mind. Please, Baby.”

My hot Mom was not looking hot or sexy; she was as tall as I am at six foot two, and her weight was maybe one hundred and sixty pounds. Your platinum blond hair was long and straight; mine was getting longer and went curly over the summer. Your blue eyes were filled with pain as red pooled in one eye. The Doctor told me to watch it. It did not turn me on; I could not; no, I stopped and closed your top.

“Mother, my love, sorry, the thought of using your body as you’re in pain is too much for me, Catherine. I’m not horny a few days ago now. I had a whole night of pleasure with a lovely lady, and if you still want me, my Love, I’m happy to be yours. Nothing would please me more, but I can’t use your naked body when you are in so much pain from being used.”

Catherine did not say a word, but your good foot was rubbing my hard cock through my boxers, you looked into my eyes, and I saw love there as my cock throbbed as you managed to get me out of my boxers.

Mom says. “You’re not stabbing me all night with your hard cock. It’s big; please, Billy, help me use your hand. Here, give me your hand.”

You managed to spit in my hand as I started stroking with my eyes closed, and you started telling me what you wanted to do to me. I had won the heart of sleeping beauty.

Catherine says. “God, you are so big and so hard. I’d love to have that in me when I’m healed; let me taste you, Baby, Please.”

I stood and fed you my cock. You licked me. It was unearthly, but your face must be killing you. I pulled away to a moan of loss.

Mom says. “Soon, baby, can I have another pain pill, please?”

I checked my watch between strokes and said. “Sorry, Mom, not for another two hours; I ice your face for you. That will help.”

I go to stand to get it, and your foot, you pushed me back down to the chair. Your warm foot excited me, and I blew off all over your foot.

Catherine says. “Scoop some up and feed it to me. I can’t wait to taste your cum.”

I did and peed after. As I asked if you needed to pee, you nodded. I wiped you again. Your moans were sexy as I found some wet wipes and cleaned you well. I took you to bed and put you under the covers.

I say. “Mom, you said your Mother smoked pot. Maybe there’s some here?”

Mom answered. “Well, you won’t find it in the bedroom. She kept it in her knitting by the T.V. Look, Baby, please, it will help. I’m also hungry. How about one of those egg rolls, Please.”

I heated the oven top for the camp stove, putting some rice and egg rolls and adding some pork. I went and found her stash and brought it to the bedroom. I let you smoke the first hit and then joined you. We smoked the prerolled, and it came in a glass tube. We ate and drank as it was time for me to dress and let the gas company in to turn the gas on, then the phone company. The power and water did not need to come inside. I made coffee, and as I went to empty the ice box and freezer, I called a trash company to pick them up. The smell would not be something worth doing. I went room to room cleaning as dawn came and stopped to give you your pill. I checked that everything was off except a kitchen light.

I ate more leftovers as I found you a bell to ring if you needed me. I sat on the edge of the bed and watched you sleep. You woke to move, but it hurt too much. I moved you and put a pillow under your head as I put one under your bad leg. I put an ice pack on your face, told you of the bell, and placed it on the bedside table. I took some pot, made tea, and baked brownies on the camp stove. I learned from one of the ranch hands to create it took less than an hour.

I put them in the microwave to store, lit scented candles and started some incense, opening all the windows to air the house out. The Gas company was first to arrive, going into the basement to check the house heater and propane backup generator. I turned the gas on, checked the batteries in the CO2 detector, and tested the water heater in the basement. We will have hot water in about an hour; the lake water was too cold for my comfort for a second swim. I heard your bell ring and ran upstairs with a brownie and some funny tea. You needed to pee, and you wanted food. I carried you downstairs in my bathrobe and heated the remaining leftovers on the gas stove.

The phone company hooked up the phone and cable T.V. and waited for water and lights to come on. Sitting in the living room, we saw why she bought this. It was the view of blue skies and mountains the windows looked like postcards. The trees still have their leaves on a couple of weeks before the first chill in the air would take them off the trees. I took couch cushions and took you outside to get some noonday sun. You opened the robe you wore, and your body soaked up the sun as the tea must have started, or maybe it was the pill.

Your face relaxed, and you were looking better. It was helping you, and we both felt the connection of our lovemaking by my hand. The light guys climbed the pole at the side of the house, and the noise made you close the robe. I went inside and checked if there was hot water, and there was. I went out and checked if you needed to pee, and you did not as you opened your robe again. I washed dishes running the dishwasher empty with a cup of vinegar first. I washed dishes by hand, started spaghetti sauce, and made fresh bread in the bread oven for dinner.

I went out and took you to the bathroom and said. “Want your bath before or after dinner, sexy?”

“Hey, mister, you blind in one eye, or you get hit in the head at that ranch?”

I laughed. “This is the second time I’ve seen you hurt this way. I will kill anyone who comes between me and my love again, and it just happens to be my Mother. And you stopped Dad from killing me; you get big points for that. My fear was he hurt you to make up for the fact I let my Dad down. The guy is a sociopath.”

Catherine says. “Pretty twisted, but yes, yes to you, Baby. Now feed me. It will be time for the pill and bath after; those pills wreck my tummy.”

I start the pasta and move a chair from the living room to the kitchen. I turn the news on as the bread timer goes off on the bread. I watched the stocks, and I had to sit down in four days, I lost it and saw it was down 21%. I’ve lost money. The money guy said the market was up and down like a see-saw, but he said the numbers would climb in two years. I feared that I was losing money keeping the stock. I told Mom about the stock tip and spending a chunk of change on them.

We were sitting watching a show on cable as it was on the stock market about IBM and how the stock doubled seven years after it hit the market.

Mom says. “Hang on to it; you do the math. What would your investment be worth if it doubled?”

I say. “Yes, I did. It’s a chunk of change. It would help get the house the way we want it. But I overheard keep it think money in the bank. It will be our retirement fund in ten years.”

Watching the program, we saw a few that looked good. Mom jotted notes and handed me the list. “Now, Baby, where do we go to find out about the companies?”

I answered you. “The local Library, and after I look into the info, I have a stock broker. I gave him a call and placed the order. It will be tight, but we have $1,500 I can spend, but no eating out or going to the movies till we see some return on my or, should I say, our investment. After the Doctors bill and Dad taking my money I only have a little over a years worth of money to keep the house with.”

Catherine says. “Ours huh that our part sound nice honey we did not have a lot of nice in our life. It’s our turn. I can match your $1,500; we should get a joint account and pool our money. I have $2,500 saved.”

The next six weeks went by quickly, and our intimacy grew. The foot massages from you became oral as your mouth healed. You loved having me in your mouth. Your ribs were getting better, almost ready for some active duty. You have to go to the dentist. One of your teeth got split, and you had that taken care of. As you got your teeth done at the office, I read the Toothworld magazine, and they talked about a digital x-ray replacement for the film. It was called Digital Radiography; I jotted down a note on the company and watched for it go public.

The following month was fun. Your health returned, and we both got part-time jobs, saving dimes for the future. You worked in a doctor’s office, I worked constriction in the warm months, and I worked full-time training fighters during the snow months. It needed to pay more as it was harder to get to the gym when it snowed. I showered at the gym and headed home to a table set with candles. Mom was in the kitchen dressed to the nines with an apron on. I started to say high, but seeing this, I ran up, changed into my dress clothes, and put on a touch of cologne.

Running downstairs, I step to the kitchen, wrap my arms around you, and kiss your neck as my hand is over yours, stirring the pasta sauce. You turn and face me, holding my face in your hand as you kiss me. I hold you as I return the kiss. My shirt is unbuttoned to the third button, and your fingers play in my chest hair. I turn off the pot on the stove as I sweep you off your feet. I look at the table set nicely as I carry you up the stairs.

I let you down on the edge of the bed as I unzip your sexy dress. It falls to the floor. A woman with sexy things on makes my brain stop working. I push you to the bed as my kisses trail down from your lips across your neck, and my fingers pinch your nipples softly. I wrap my hands in your panties and pull them off my Mom. You moan and arch your back as your white skin has turned light red. I unzip my fly and don’t need foreplay; I need my Mother.

My hard cock bumped into your hot clit. I rubbed my head against your lips, and you opened like a flower. Your smell hit me like a brick; my cock throbbed to the beating of my heart.

I stutter and say. “Cath Ca Catherine, we do this: you are my wife. You are not a one-night stand. Will you be my wife and all that jazz?”

You flicked your hip up, and I was halfway in as we shook. My finger teased a nipple, and my other hand found your hard clit as I rubbed you like you loved it. Catherine tries to answer me, but a moan is all you can get out; your legs start shaking like you have to pee.

You stuttered. “Yes, yes, yes, Yes, you, my Baby. Please make your horny love come, my sweet boy.”

I was in you; my pelvic bone rubbed your clit hard as you screamed, still wearing my pants and boots. I was on my toes pushing you hard as you spread your legs out into a split. Your red shoes shook from my movement. I did not stop playing with your clit. You rub near my hand, getting your juices on it, and grip my cock as it slides in you. You stuck your finger in my mouth to taste your juices. I was moving like a blur. I was not thinking about food, but I did want to eat.

I pulled out, gripping my cock from coming as my body moved so I could lick your wet swamp. My tongue made wet noises as you screamed out. “Fu Fuck, I’m coming on, my Boys hot tongue.”

I slid back in, and I wrapped your legs around my waist as my cock split your pussy lips apart to your scream as you flooded me or us. It did not make me go slower, but your fingers pulling my full balls did me in as I exploded inside you. The wet noises now had fart sounds as I kept moving as you fell limp to the bed. I slipped to your side as I kissed your face, trying to breathe. I picked a towel with a wash rag and your water cup to bring you water. I was laying next to you, my cock near your face as I cleaned your pussy my cum dripping out of you like a cream filling.

I move, and our lips locked. My pants were wet and wrinkled as I changed into black silk Pjs bottoms. As I gave you the top, I put your underwear back on. I pull you out of bed as we go downstairs to eat. It was good, but the pasta had to be replaced, soaked to mush.

Desert was my Mother riding me like a cowgirl as we made love until dawn. We showered and went to my room to sleep as neither had to work that day. We kept two bedrooms. Mom got the main bedroom, and I got the larger of the other two bedrooms. We felt it would help if someone came over, but we had yet to make friends who would want to come over. One guy at the gym wanted to hang out with me to be near my hot Mom.

We got up, ate in bed, made love again, cleaned up, and did the dishes together. Mother was sent a letter from the Divorce Judge in the post by registered mail. We thought it would be her papers, but it was a court summons to appear in person Dad was contesting the divorce. We changed into nice clothes, and I grabbed my gym clothes as I worked at 5:00 p.m., and Mom could drive the truck home. The Lawyer took the cash we had saved for investing. He called the court number on the paper, and they retook our info.

I say. “Sir, how did the court get our address to send the papers to us?”

He did something odd; he looked up the court phone number by calling 411 and called the Judge’s clerk. They said they got it from my driver’s license, which answered that. The next question was, how do we go to court with a restraining order? The Lawyer sent a copy to the Judge.

Mom kissed my cheek as I got out of my truck, suited up, and started teaching my classes. A week passed, and I was halfway done for the day when the Lawyer came by the gym.

He says. “They went to serve him the restraining order, and his car was gone. The court guy serving papers heard a woman scream from inside the house. Your Dad’s car was gone, and the police found a neighbor tied and beat up in his bedroom. He left over ten hours ago; he’s had time to get here; the police are meeting us at your house.”

I gave him directions on getting there, and before the car stopped in the driveway, I saw Dad’s car. He was pounding on the front door. He needed tools to get in, but it would not happen. I jumped the railing without using the stairs, tucked, and rolled as a shot rang out. I came up from the roll and felt a sting in my right arm.

I heard. “Freeze Drop the Gun.” Behind me from the driveway.

I kicked my Dad, knocking him back on the door as I followed up with four more blows, kicking his gun away. I backed away and let the police officers hook him up in cuffs. Mom was out the door and had a towel for me. I thought it was odd, then you pressed the towel into my arm, and the pain hit me. I sat in the chair on the porch as a tourniquet was placed over the towel. We made it to the E.R. as Mom drove the truck with a police escort.

It was a minor wound, but as I got stitched up, the detectives asked Mom questions with our lawyer there, and they came to me. My Lawyer was in the room, and he nodded with the ones to answer. We were told I would be no billed, but dear old Dad faced two counts of attempted murder for trying to shoot the officers. Montana wanted him to respond to the kidnapping, and the two states fought over who got him first. Mother was happy when the Judge signed the divorce papers. We were the talk of the town for the whole spring. It was Mom’s turn to take care of me, and she did. I was not helpless, but I let her baby me. It felt great. I went to work at the gym after taking a few days off. I was in no shape to train, but I could teach others.

The summer saw me getting more business to the gym as I worked on getting back into shape like I was working on the ranch. The following year went quickly, as did the next two. We lived a frugal life: no fast food or eating out unless it was our birthdays. Our spare money went into stocks. Our first return was with a drug for treating Aids. We bought $4,000 in stocks in the drug company, and a month later, the stock split and the cash we made put us in a new tax bracket. We put in a new roof and bought Mom a nice car, as we put $10,000 in savings as we fixed the house up more when Catherine received $100,000 when the old house was sold.

We remodeled Grannies’ house and put $60,000 in savings. We talked about me going to college as I planned. I still had yet to decide what to do or be, but I knew I needed a better way to make money. I received an offer from the gym owner. He tried to sell the building, which had two other businesses, so there would be income from it. We had the money and talked long in bed about whether it would make enough money to retire. You had sent off for colleges 4-year schools over a year ago, and the tuition grew 160%. The job I thought I wanted paid less than running a gym, having looked at their books. The winter months were brutal for the loss of income.

We bought the building and had a hell of a time getting by cash-wise. The restaurants closed, and we rebuilt the space into a fitness center with yoga and a smoothie bar it and a larger bugdet for snowplows made it easyer to get around in town. Four years went by, and our love was strong. The Fitness center’s income was twice what the MMA gym was making. The first surprise was when Apple hit big in 1988. Our investment of $15,000 was now worth $180,000, and our future was bright. My stockbroker told me to keep it and sell the drug company stock as a hostel takeover took them over. We got out, only losing what we put into it. But we had a net earnings of enough to retire on. But we slowly made friends in town. The Doctor’s office Mom worked in had six single ladies near my age, and they ate me alive with their eyes every time I went in to get Mom.

Mom kept teasing me about wanting something newer and sexier. But one night of lovemaking, she knew I found her fresh and sexy. Mom’s fitness level was stellar. Her weight was down a few pounds, but her muscle tone was hot. Your belly was gone. We fixed the sag in your breasts, keeping them the same size, and tightened your eyes and neck. Your butt was to die for, as were your long shapely legs from the Stairmaster for being over fifty. You smoked the young girls. The in-adept tried to date my Mother. I dropped my Dad’s name and told them the story of you being abused by Dad and you wanted nothing to do with men. This kept the numbers down to a dozen a week, making fools of themselves trying to get into your pants.

The roaring 1990s was a time of change. I opened up two more Gyms in two cities, and then the Lawyer who drew up the papers offered up an idea for a cut of the profits to sell franchises. The next few years were fun. Our income went wild when Apple doubled and split stock. We made over a million on it alone. The Gyms took off, and I did not open another location, but we sold sixty-eight gyms and even fourteen more overseas.

We were in forty-eight states, and I had to work only a few hours a week. Catherine quit work at the Doctor officer to work with me. For my Thirtieth birthday, we took a world tour. We fell in love with every warm and sunny place with the ocean nearby. We planned on buying a house but could not make our minds up, so we went to Paris for the opera and stayed in a Chateau, but it was winter. We were eating well and working out together. We woke when they brought us coffee asleep in the same bed. We sat in bed reading a stateside paper, the New York Times. A case was in a court of a Mother and Son People v. Face, and they were looking at ten years of prison time and fines of a quarter million in court fees. They were found guilty, and the underpaid maid had turned them in. We were thinking of buying a place to live and selling the house in the States. As we started looking by driving all over the country, we traveled across France, Italy, and The Netherlands.

Finding a place that made us feel at home was hard, but we had time to find the perfect place. We were a couple and were joined at the hip. Driving into a tiny fishing village south of The Italian Riviera, it felt like we found a home. We found a small villa of 2200 square feet, a nice-sized pool, a few acres of land, and a twenty-minute drive to the prettiest beach and a tourist town, but it was highly seasonal. Skiing was a two-hour train ride away. The villa was updated in the early 1990s as it took little changes to make it our own. We grew as lovers closer than most married couples. Our sin was not against the law, and in the two years we had been here so far, not one person asked if we were a couple unlike back in the States, who had to know everything about us. Our future looks bright!

The End.