EXTRACT FOR
The Mom Experiment
(J.W. McKenna)

     Brian could hear them come in. He glanced at the clock. One-thirty-five. His mother was shushing whomever she was with but she was louder than he was. They stumbled into a cabinet and he heard glasses rattling. 

     Drunk again. Shit.

     And what prize did she drag home this Friday night? The losers who had paraded through here in the last four years would make his father sick. Brian wished for the one-hundredth time that dad had taken him when he left. He would never forgive him for that. He often had visions of running into the old man one day and punching him in the nose. Still, he loved his mother and always would ??" he just wished she had not become a useless drunk. It made him feel unloved.

     His mother and her mystery date were in the hallway now and Brian hoped she didn't insist upon checking up on him. She used to do that regularly after her divorce when he was just fourteen, but only sporadically since. When she did come in, he always pretended to be asleep because it sickened him to smell her gin-soaked breath. He sighed in relief as they passed his door on their way to her bedroom.

     He groaned to himself and sat up. There would be no sleeping now ??" their rooms were too close together. Sure enough, he heard the bed squeak, more hushed conversation and then the inevitable pounding of the headboard against the wall. My mother, the slut, he thought. Despite his anger ??" or maybe because of it ??" Brian could feel his cock grow hard in his pajamas just thinking about what was going on next door.

    Her voice rose a couple octaves and he knew it would soon be over. Brian heard the man bellow and felt tears leak out from his eyes. Then he heard, "Sharon? Sharon?"

     Brian jerked to attention, alarmed. Did he hurt her? He waited and heard nothing more. He slipped from his bed in his pajama bottoms and grabbed a baseball bat. He eased out his door and was heading toward his mother's room when the door opened suddenly and a man nearly collided with him in the darkness. He was the same height as Brian, but thin and unsteady on his feet. He recoiled and gave a high-pitched shriek.

     "Whoa! Who's that!"

     Brian held the bat menacingly. "Did you hurt my mom?"

     The man held onto the doorframe for support, one hand to his chest. "Your mom? Jeez, I thought you were a burglar. No, she's fine, she just passed out."

     "Passed out?" That was becoming common now. He lowered the bat. "I thought..."

     "Hey, I'd like to say she passed out due to my superior skills, but I think it was that last martini that did it."

     Brian had heard enough. He waved the bat. "Get out."

     "Okay, okay, I'm going." The man slipped by him and fairly ran down the hall.

     Brian stood there until he heard the front door slam and suddenly, he cursed himself for not getting the man's name or at least his license plate number. What if Mom really was hurt and the jerk had been lying? He dropped the bat ran into her room. The bedside light was still on and Brian saw her lying on her back, breathing gently. He could tell she was naked under the sheet. He sat on the edge of the bed and checked her face and neck for any injuries and decided the man had been telling the truth. She was just drunk and needed to sleep it off. He started to rise but something made him stop. He knew when his mother passed out from liquor, it was almost impossible to wake her. He had tried, many times, back when her behavior had alarmed him. By now, he was used to it and just let her sleep.

     But he was also a growing young man of eighteen and had become curious about women's bodies. Brian had no girlfriend ??" he was far too embarrassed to bring a girl home. He could never predict how his mother might behave. This absence didn't stop the hormones raging within him. Now he found himself reaching out to the sheet, like a thief might reach for a woman's purse when her attention was diverted. He paused halfway there and tried to convince himself to stop and go back to bed. But his curiosity got the better of him and he lifted the sheet.

     Her upper body came into view. Brian stared at her breasts and nipples. He watched her chest rise and fall with her steady breathing and feared she might somehow wake up and catch him. But it was impossible to turn away. He lifted the sheet higher. Her legs were spread apart, giving him a good view of her triangle of hair. He noticed at once how it was two shades darker than the soft golden curls on her head. 

     He pulled the sheet away, exposing her entirely. Oh my god, he thought, my mom is naked! A big smile crossed his face. His mother's body was still in pretty good shape for a woman in her early forties. Some thickening had occurred around her hips and stomach, but otherwise, she was still very attractive. No wonder the men at the bars liked her. He felt funny, thinking of his mother this way. Why was he doing this? And why was his cock so hard?

     Despite that voice in his head telling him to leave her alone, Brian crawled up on the bed to get a closer look at that big mystery between her legs. Her vagina. The word sounded too formal. Among his friends, it was always referred to as a pussy. He smiled to himself when he thought about it. His mom had a pussy, just like every other girl. What did he expect? That she'd look like a Barbie doll underneath?

     His mother's pussy was slightly reddened and the lips remained apart. He grimaced. Of course ??" she had just been fucked. Looking closer, he could see some whitish fluid there and made a face of disgust. Eww, the guy had come inside her! And she had let him!

     Then again, it had sounded as if she enjoyed it.

     Would she get pregnant? No, he decided. She had been bringing men home for four years and banging them one after another ??" if she was going to get pregnant, she would've already. She must be on the pill.

     She stirred and Brian froze. She mumbled something and he was about to bolt when he heard her say, "...nice, Frankie..."

     Frankie. That must be the name of the guy who just left. Then another thought occurred to him. Did she think he was Frankie? He debated the question. This required a bold experiment. He reached out his hand and it hovered above her right breast. In his mind, he made up an excuse in the unlikely event that she woke up. He would just say he heard her moaning and came in to check on her. Yeah, that would work. His hand drifted down to caress her breast. It was warm and smooth and the nipple felt soft and rubbery in his palm. He became a little dizzy, thinking about what he was doing. He was fondling his mother's breast! 

     His cock tented his pajamas and he wanted to let it out. Dare he? 

Suddenly, his mom's hand came up and cupped his against her breast. She spread her legs wider apart. "Fu' me again, Frankie," she mumbled. "...so nice."