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Mother’s Lesson

Liam Spencer

    There was a warning from the National Weather Service. Beyond artic temperatures were hitting Pennsylvania. The low would be minus twenty.
    I attended Clarion University. It was called “suitcase university.” All the students fled when there were no classes. That included weekends. They were all back home, hanging with the high school crowds and religious families. Most parties were small. Bars were packed with the unsaved. To drink a few beers here and there made one an alcoholic.
    There was nothing to do. My part time jobs were dead because of the weather. I sat home, alone, bored, and horny. It was too much.
    The hottest local bar was called the Loomis. It was a pathetic attempt at a night club in rural Pa. It was the only place open. No one was outside. The town was ghosts.
    A notorious drunk, Jess, was there, of course. We pitched in and got a pitcher, then another. A third one closed the night.
    Across the street from the Loomis was the hotdog shop. The food was good. Eddie, who owned and ran the place was a grumpy old man with a sense of humor. We’d argue politics. He’d yell. I’d yell. We all would laugh. Jess talked drunken nonsense. Eddie called Jess “Dr. Mo.” Jess would grin and cringe.
    Each time was the same. Except this one.

    After I finished my second taco dog, Jess and Eddie talked the usual. Shockingly, the door opened. Ice cold air plummeted the heated debate. Eddie shivered.
    There stood a dark haired woman. She was a bit older, but still beautiful. Her cheeks were very red. She half smiled at me, then walked over.
    “My car won’t start. Can you help me?”
    Jess turned back to his convo. Eddie kept lecturing. I volunteered.
    “I’m not much of a mechanic, but I’ll have a look.”
    “Oh, would you? Please. I need to get home.”
    “I’ll be right back, Jess.”
    “Ok.”

    She led the way, marching a determined step, well ahead of me. I slipped and slid and spun as slick ice crackled.
    There was slight steam coming off her car’s hood. The snow and ice had melted. She popped the hood, then stood very close beside me as I stared at the engine for no reason. The heat from the engine was far less than what came from my right side as she slid her hand up my crotch.
    “The car is fine. I just needed a way to get you out here. Now you’re here.”
    She pulled my face to the side, pressed her lips to mine, and slid her tongue inside my mouth. I grabbed her, pulled her close and pressed against her, grabbing her ass hard.
    “Let’s go to my place.”
    I closed the hood and got into her car. We kissed and fondled, then she sped off. I held her hand as she shifted gears.
    “What are you going to do to me?”
    “Everything.”
    She gasped and smiled. The car went faster.
    Around five miles out of town we pulled into a parking lot and parked. We kissed and fondled. I tried to fuck her then and there. She insisted we go inside, and led the way.

    She fumbled with the keys, but got the door open. Her throaty voice spoke through.
    “Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some beers.”

    Suddenly a large man spun around in an oversized chair.
    “Mark?!” Her shocked voice rang.
    “Yes, of course.”
    She threw up her hands in exasperation. He looked coldly.
    “Out again, huh Mom? Really? This one is way young.”
    I stood there, red faced and red handed. Mark was in his thirties, balding. A family man. I was twenty three.
    I weighed my options. Run out into the twenty below temperatures, five miles away from my apartment, which would mean certain death, or stay there and plead.
    Mark looked at his mother and shook his head. She lowered her head and announced she was going to bed. She left me standing there face to face with her son. I was the young guy who was going to fuck his mom.
    “Come on, I’ll give you a ride home.”
    Again, options. Freeze to death or potentially be murdered. I decided to risk a the beating. Maybe he’d let me survive somehow. Maybe I’d fake death. I’d have better chances of that than I would with nature. Nature never takes no for an answer.

    We piled into his newer pickup. There was total silence. I had no idea what to say. Was I to apologize for wanting to fuck his mom? I imagined he didn’t know what to say either.
    To my pleasant surprise, the nice guy simply dropped me off in front of the bar/hotel I lived in. As I got out, he spoke in a stern, almost fatherly tone;
    “Let this be a lesson to you.”
    The door closed, he tore off. I went inside and had a beer to relax and laugh about surviving.
    It would be three weeks before his mother decided to come to my place.
    Lesson learned.

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