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Amy's Mother by Kent Kruse |
| Amy had told her mother she was going to a show with Stacy and wouldn't be home till late. Later that night Stacy called up Amy to see if she wanted to go out to get something to eat. Amy's mother answered the phone and asked, "Whose calling?" Even though she knew that it was Stacy. Then she asked if she had spoken to Amy earlier that day. Stacy paused, sensing something wasn't right. Amy's mother yelled, "That little fucken bitch!" Stacy asked what was wrong. Amy's mother hung the phone up while lighting a cigarette and mumbling to her self as she stared off in a daze, as if there was someone standing off in the distance. But there wasn't anyone, except for the television blabbing its sounds. She paced the room back and forth, mumbling over and over again, "That little fucken bitch!" She sucked deep hard hits of smoke, then blew them out slow and steady, like the steam coming out of an old locomotive. Amy's mother was slowly turning fat and soft. Though she was still fairly attractive for a woman her age, she hadn't been with a man since her divorce. She started thinking about when she was Amy's age. How she snuck out late one night to meet the Ritter brothers, Tim and Nick. They drank wine while sitting on the railroad tracks, listening to Led Zeppelin on Nick's jam box. And it was Nick who first mounted her, biting at her neck the whole while. Tim seemed to be gentler, but not nearly as pleasing as Nick. Once Tim was done Nick climbed back on and she was glad he had, again biting at her neck. Amy's mother stopped pacing as a soft grin appeared upon her face. She leaned against the counter and took a slow long hit of smoke. She picked up her glass of wine and poured it down her throat, then fixed herself another while continuing to slowly drag that cigarette. After Nick got off the second time, Tim wanted to go again. Brothers always seem to be competing with each other. But this time his thing just smashed against her thigh. He tried for a while but never got quite hard enough to enter. Finally, he just rolled off and laid there sweating, sucking on her left tit as he fingered her. Nick was dressed and tilting up a new bottle of wine while watching the action with a grin smeared across his face. After getting her off, Tim joined Nick. Shortly thereafter all three of them were working on that new bottle while laughing and joking, celebrating their friendship. Later that night, while crawling back through the window, she could smell the stale semen on her crotch. She smiled as she shut the window, then got undressed and slid under the covers, along with them smells. She began to get very excited smelling them smells and started to finger herself while reenacting the night in her head. Once she finally came, she rolled over and quickly fell asleep. It was the best sleep she would ever know. Amy's mother looked at the clock, 12:47 a.m. She locked the doors, turned off the television and the lights, then went to bed puffing on a cigarette. Early the next morning, as the first of dawn's rays began to illuminate the eastern skies, Amy's mother went into her room without knocking. Amy was awake, staring up at the ceiling with a very pleasant look about her. Amy's mother looked down at her without saying a word. Then she smelled something. At first she couldn't quite place it. Then she remembered Nick and Tim. Out of a moment's quiet Amy's mother yelled, "You little fucken bitch! You're grounded for two weeks!" Slamming the door shut she stomped off to go find a cigarette. Amy looked back up at the ceiling with a soft grin glowing from her face, then stuck her finger back in and continued. |
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