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 The Anniversary by Hexy...
   Chapter 1: Night minus two.
   My mother was in an extraordinarily good mood.  She hummed a little song
that was playing in her head.  I had just finished washing the dishes from
dinner, and I was wiping down the breakfast bar where we ate.  I admired my
mother, she was beautify, intelligent, caring, affectionate, successful,
and so damned sexy.
   My mother was the black sheep of her family of 8.  There was Gramps,
Gramms, Aunt Helene, Uncle Crom, Aunt Sasha, Uncle Anton, Aunt Erica, and
Aunt Athena.  My mother was born between my Uncle Crom and Aunt Sasha. 
From what Gramms told me, my mother got knocked up when she was 15.  During
her 8th month of pregnancy, she married my father.  The only reason that
she married my father was because Gramps threatened to throw him in jail
for statutory rape if he didn't do "what was right".  That alienated my
family from most of my mother's family.  When I was growing up I remember
Gramms, Aunt Athena, and both my Uncles visiting.  I don't think I ever met
my Grandfather and my other aunts until I was 16 years old, and the only
reason that I met them was when I was awarded citizen of the year by the
mayor.
   My Grandfather was a prominent attorney and was running for one of the
`judge' positions.  He really couldn't pass the opportunity for the good
publicity, and that's how I finally met the rest of my family.
   When I met him, I realized that I took after my mother and him.  I had
almost none of my father's features, except for his black wavy hair.  I
looked at my grandfather eye to eye, then I offered my hand out for him to
shake.  He glanced down at my hand, looked me in the eye, and something
passed between us.  He shook my right hand and then pulled me in for a hug
with his left hand.  He whispered, "I'm sorry that I wasn't there while you
were growing up.  I could stand to be around your father.  It's no excuse,
but I'll try to make it up to you, somehow." We pulled back from each
other. I grinned at him.
   "I couldn't stand him either." I said.  Gramps barked out a short laugh
and we walked off to the side to get caught up.
   I was telling the truth about my father, he was an alcoholic and he was
abusive to me and my mother when he was both sober and drunk.  I remember
him moving from one job to another, just making enough money to pay some of
the bills and buy beer.
   I continued to wipe the counter/breakfast bar as my mind wandered.
   I remember the summer vacation from school when I was 16 years old.  It
seemed like it was yesterday, but it was over a year ago.  It was 7 pm, and
I was in the living room of our mobile home.  My father and mother had been
divorced for about 11 months.  He was ordered to pay for the home as a form
of alimony and child support.  Anyways, he came into the house using the
key that he refused to give up.  He was dressed in a polo shirt, cotton
blazer and jeans.  I guessed that that was his way of dressing to impress.
When he came in we gave each other dirty looks and before I could tell him
to `get the hell out of my house', he said, "I don't want to fight, I just
want to give these flowers to your mother and talk to her for a few
minutes." He nervously glanced at my right hand, which happened to be
holding a butterfly knife (I was a teenage geek opening a box of computer
stuff).
   My mother quickly came out of the shower, still in her bath robe, when
she heard his voice.  They said some civil things to each other, I couldn't
really hear all of what they were saying because one of the neighbors was
working on his car, which was revving up and down.  I saw my mother take
the flowers.  She didn't even smell them or smile or anything, she just
took them and then dropped her hand to her side.  The engine was turned
off...
   "... make you feel good.  Please take me back," my father said, "I
promise I won't drink anymore." He went down on one knee and offered my
mother a ring.  "I have a good job, I work at the Autozone as the floor
manager.  I've been working there for 6 months now.  I swear, I'm a changed
man."
   My mother looked at me for a second or two, I don't know if checking for
my reaction to what he said, or if she was looking to me for strength.  She
looked down to him and said, "I will never take you back.  Get out of my
house and don't every come back.  Don't ever call me, don't ever mail
anything to me." There were tears forming in her eyes.  "Get out of my
house now, you fucking bastard." She threw the bouquet of flowers at him.
   My father being the archetypical asshole, lunged up and grabbed her by
the front of her robe and backhanded her with his other hand.  "I pay for
this house!  This is MY home you bitch!" He slapped her as quickly as he
back handed her, then...
   Everything seemed to move in slow motion.  I threw the computer that I
was working on to the side of me, as my mother fell to the hallway floor,
she was unconscious.  My father turned around looking to turn his anger on
me.  We met in the short hallway.  He threw a punch at me, it caught me
square in the forehead.  As my head and body started to move backwards, I
shoved my right hand up at him, the hand with the knife.  The blade cut
through his forearm.  I pulled on the knife to get my balance, this made
him move closer to me.  I looked up and saw the hate in his face.  Then
something inside me clicked.  I felt no emotion, just cold, calculating
logic.  I twisted the knife, forcing him to turn face down.  I grabbed his
hand and put him in a wrist lock, I quickly thanked Steven Sagal for
showing me that move in his many movies.  I sidestepped back down the
hallway toward the living room.  This put my father face down in the
hallway with me holding him down with a wrist lock on his left hand.  I
pulled the knife back over my head, I knew that I had to generate speed and
momentum for this next part.  I plunged the knife into his shoulder blade.
He screamed.  I left the knife there, and grabbed him by his elbow.  I
dragged him down the hall and out of the mobile home.  He was screaming and
cursing at me.  He threatened to kill me a half dozen times.  I broke his
wrist by applying more pressure to the joint, he didn't notice.
   After I dragged him to our car port, I kicked him in the stomach.  He
laid there curled up in the fetal position telling me between gasps that he
was going to kill me slowly.  I knew that one of my neighbors had called
the police, I heard the sirens in the distance.  I saw a golf club on my
next door neighbor's lawn, so I went to get it.  Everyone got out of my
way. When I returned, my father was starting to get up.  I was impressed
with his strength and endurance.  He started to grab at me.  I swung the
club as hard as I could, aiming for his knee.  I connected, and he went
down.  My father started to laugh through the pain.  He chuckled as he told
me that he would kill me after he got better.  I hit him in the knee again,
just to shut him up.  It worked.  I stood there glaring at him with the
golf club in my hand.  I was daring him to move or say something.
   All of the sudden, I was tackled to the ground by someone in dark blue.
I knew it was a cop, so I didn't struggle.  The officer kicked the club
away when I let go of it.  "Oh shit." I thought, it was my father's best
friend.  Officer Buddy MacKenzie was the only reason my father didn't spend
most of his life in jail.  I didn't dislike Buddy, I just didn't like him
covering for my father.  Officer Buddy helped me get up.  Then he went to
my father, to check his wounds.  Somehow my father got a hold of Officer
Buddy's gun, he kicked him to the side and then pointed the gun at me.  He
pulled the trigger 2 times before Buddy's partner managed to grab the gun.
I hadn't even seen the other officer.  They struggled for a while, they
rolled on the ground twice.  There were 2 more shots, as I stood there,
unable to move.  I didn't even realize that both of the shots that were
directed at me missed.
   From the time that the police came, I seemed like I was watching a play
unfold around me.  It was after the other officer got up off my father with
the gun safely in the officer's hand, that I realized that both shots went
into my father chest.  I could see blood spurting from his chest.  His
heart was losing strength as his body lost blood.  Then I thought MOM!
   I don't know if I said it out loud, but the path back to my home seemed
to clear as I made my way to the front door.  I ran into my house, worried
that my mother was seriously hurt.  I was worried... My emotions started to
come back to me.  First it was fear, my eyes started to tear up.  I saw my
mother trying to sit up.  I must have shouted, because she looked up right
at me.  I ran to her and held her tightly.  My emotions came back like a
flood.  I just sat there with my mother in the hall crying.
   Everyone thought that I was traumatized from the event.  I really
wasn't. I was just scared that I had lost my mother.  When I saw that she
was alive and moving, I felt an overwhelming relief that was held back by
my anger.  I still don't know why I cried, I guess it was because I was
happy to still have a mom...
   "Hey Kiddo," My mother said as she waved her hand in front of my face,
"Do you know what's coming up in a few days?".  She was standing across the
counter from me, I didn't see her move while I was reliving that memory.
   I came to and said, "Your anniversary.  There's two more days until
"Divorce-day"."
   "Good memory." She said, genuinely impressed.  "This year, your Uncle
Crom will be hosting the party at his house.  Everyone will be there." She
put her elbows on the counter in order to lean closer to me.  "I decided to
take tomorrow and Friday off, so that we can celebrate together, just the
two of us.  What do you day?"
   What else could I say, except, "That would be great!"
   "Let me get a notebook so that we can write a list of what we want to
do." She said.  As she turned her head I looked down her robe.  Her breasts
were beautiful.  They were either a large `C' or small `D' sized breasts.
The white robe that she wore went down to mid thigh.  Beneath the robe she
had a bikini on, the bright yellow one with the thong bottom.  Her legs,
like the rest of her, were smooth and lean.  She sat down into her business
chair and spun it around to face me, a small notebook and pencil were in
her hands.
   "Come and sit over there." She suggested, pointing to the double
recliner that was close to her chair.  "So, what do you want to do
tomorrow?" Mom quickly scribbled TOMORROW on the top of the note pad. 
Before I could say anything she started with her own plans.  "I was
thinking that we could sleep in until ten.  Then we could have brunch out
in the patio around10:45.  Then we can do some lounging and swimming around
the pool until 2, 2:30." My mother was having problems writing on the
armrest of the chair, so she pulled her foot up to the seat of the chair
with her leg positioned straight up, she started to write with the note pad
on her thigh.  My eyes immediately dropped to her crotch.  The front part
of her thong moved slightly to one side, showing me one half of one cunt
lip.  I had never seen my mother naked, and it wasn't from a lack of
trying. This was the closest I got to seeing her pussy.  From my vantage
point I could see that she shaved her vagina.  My dick, at that moment, was
as hard as granite.
   "... then after we get back from the supermarket and the video store, we
can relax and enjoy the rest of the evening in front of the TV." I luckily
looked up a full second before she looked at me.
   "Sounds good to me," I said with a grin, "I'm glad we came up with that
plan." I hoped that some humor would make my throbbing erection go away. 
As she leaned toward me and slapped me playfully on my leg, her robe opened
again.  This time she saw my glance at her chest.
   "Don't you start looking at my breasts too." Mom said as she grinned, I
think that she was feeling flattered.  "I get enough stares from men when I
go out, I don't need you to stare at them when I'm home." She was still
smiling as my face turned a shade of red.  My erection was still rock hard.
   "Sorry Mom." There was a long moment of silence.
   "Well, how do they look?" Mom asked with a smile on her face.
   "They look nice." I said meekly.
   "Nice?  Just nice?" She was still smiling, but she had an eyebrow arched
up high.
   "Well, I'd have to see them in order to give you a real opinion." I knew
that I was pushing my luck, but what the hell.  I knew that my Mom wanted
me to blush, and I think that she was enjoying my discomfort.
   "Nice try." Mom said as she held my face in both her hands and gave me a
motherly kiss on the lips.  "Go take a cold shower and go to bed."
   "But it's only eight o'clock," I protested, "there's still light out."
   "Okay, then take a cold shower and go to your room.  I'm going to swim a
little and I don't' want you staring at my boobs while I'm swimming."
   I didn't want to argue with Mom, so I got up to do what she said.  She
got up to go out the sliding door to the pool.  I was still feeling a
little ballsy, so I decided to go for broke, I turned as my mother opened
the sliding door.  "MOM.  They're VERY nice."
   "Shower," she said as her smile grew bigger.  She pointed at the stairs
to the upper bathroom, "now Mr.!"
   It took me 10 minutes to shower and jack off twice.  I threw myself into
bed and flipped on my TV.  I let my mind wander.  What was I going to do
for my Mother's second anniversary?  It was in two days...
   I remember when my parents first got divorced.  There was no custody
battle, just a fight over money.  My mother got the mobile's mortgage paid
for in the divorce agreement.  I don't' really understand why she fought
for it, because we moved out of the trailer park within a month of my
father's death.
   My mother insisted that I go to my father's funeral.  When we arrived at
the funeral home there were only five other people paying their respect.  I
walked straight to the open coffin, my mother stayed in the back of the
room.  I looked around to make sure that no one was near enough to hear me.
I leaned into the coffin and whispered, "I'm glad that you won't be
bothering my mom anymore.  You were never there to help me or my Mom. 
After I walk out of here I will do my best to never think of you again." I
turned to leave, but I just couldn't walk away after what I whispered to
him.  I turned to look at him one last time.  "I will take care of the
family and I will make sure that my Mom never has to go through the pain
that you caused her.  Goodbye, Father." Then I walked out and never looked
back.
   A few weeks had passed after the funeral when Mom came to me days before
the start of my junior year of high school, to tell me that she had just
finished her college courses and that she had earned her MBA (Master's of
Business Administration).  She didn't tell me that she was taking courses
so the news was a total surprise to me.  I hugged her and congratulated
her. I told her how proud I was of her.  Then I told her that she should
have told me, and that I could have done more work around the house to help
her out.  She argued back that I did enough work and that she didn't want
me worrying about her life.  She said that she like knowing that I was
caring and responsible, then she said that I never had a good childhood and
that I grew up too quickly.  She started to apologize for that, but I
stopped her and hugged her.  I was just too happy to think about the past.
   My happiness turned into elation when she said that she got a new job as
a Junior Executive for the local Hospital.  She said that she had a sign on
bonus and that she was going to take me out to dinner and then show me the
`real' surprise.
   With the news of the degree and the news of a new job I didn't know what
she had cooked up for the `real' surprise.
   After dinner at a fancy restaurant, we decided to drive around town.  I
inundated my mother with a barrage of questions trying to figure out the
`real' surprise.  When I asked if she bought me a car, she laughed and
said, "You wish." We drove for about 30 minutes, with me getting no closer
to solving the surprise riddle.  We took back streets that I had never been
on and I was lost very quickly.  I couldn't even say which way was north.
Then my mother stopped the car.
   "What happened?" I asked.
   "Nothing," was the response.  My mother was smiling at me, genuinely
please that she didn't give me any hints, "I just didn't wanted to drive
anymore."
   "Then we should go home," I said, "it IS getting kinda late."
   "We are home."
   My expression must have been priceless.  My mother laughed out her soft
musical laugh and hit the gas pedal really hard.  She turned quickly into a
long driveway and toward a very large two story brick house.
   "The house is on a five acre lot." She stated as we pulled up to the
front door.  Mom handed me something as I opened the car door.  "Here son."
   I was handed a long velvet box.  It probably was a nice watch or a pen.
When I opened it, I was shocked even more.  I was on the verge of being
delirious.  The watch case had two keys on a car remote.  One key was for a
Honda and the other was the house key.
   "Now before I show you your car, I want to show you the house." She
grabbed me by my arm and gave me a quick peck on the lips.  I opened the
door to the house with my key.  "Ta-dah!" She said with a flourish of her
arms.
   My mother showed me the house.  The upstairs had four rooms, and two
bathrooms.  The master bedroom had a bathroom and the other three rooms
shared the other bath.  My room had a walk-in closet, the other guest room
was about half the size of our mobile home.  The last upstairs bedroom was
going to be my Mother's office.  I couldn't believe how big the house was.
   The downstairs had a den, library, living room, dining room, and a huge
kitchen.  The back yard was difficult to see in the dark, but I did manage
to see a large patio area with a pool and adjacent hot tub.  The track
lighting was dimmed and I couldn't see past the concrete area.  My mother
said that there was a twelve foot fence along the back part of our yard.  I
only saw a wall of pine trees.
   My mother was still holding me by my arm as she prodded me to go across
the kitchen and into the garage.  There were two cars there.  A Honda
Accord coupe, which was mine, and a Toyota Avalon, which I assumed was my
Mothers.
   I thanked her so many times that she finally told me to be quiet and to
take my car out for a test run.  It was a used car, but it was very well
kept.  It looked like a model from two or three years back, but I couldn't
really tell.  I too was ecstatic.
   The rest of the night was a haze.  I remember that I wanted to sleep in
the new house, but my Mom pointed out that there was nothing there.  No
furniture, blankets, toothbrushes, soap,,, nothing.  I asked how she could
afford all of `this', I was waving my arms the house and garage.  She said
that her sign on bonus was almost half her annual salary, and that Gramps
paid for half the house because he felt bad about not being part of our
lives for the past fifteen or so years.
   We were completely moved in 2 days later.
   I was lucky that I could still go to my current high school.  I never
realized that I could have been sent to a different school to make new
friends.  More about this later...
   There was a nock on my door.  I came back to the present.  "Come in,
Mom."
   My mother opened the door and said, "I just want to thank you for the
compliment you gave me about my breasts.  It was a little out of place, but
it was still a nice compliment for an old lady to get."
   "You're not old." I told her.  "You might think you are, but your not.
Old ladies aren't beautiful like you." That put a smile on her face.  "Old
ladies are handsome.  You're still very much a hottie."
   "Really?" she asked, she was amused at my choice of words.
   "Yup, all my guy friends think so.  All my girl,,, I mean female friends
comment on how pretty you are."
   Now it was her turn to blush.  "Open your robe and stand in front of
that mirror." I pointed to the mirror on the door to my closet.  She did
what I asked.  "Look at yourself, Mom.  Your face is beautiful.  Your smile
lights up a room.  You have smooth, tan skin.  Firm legs and stomach.  No
fat anywhere.  There's a nice flair to your hips and butt.  Your tits" oh
crap "I mean your breasts are nice and round and big.  You are a
certifiable `Hottie'."
   She turned and walked across to room to me, sat down on my bed and gave
me a kiss on the mouth, but it lasted a few seconds too long to be
considered `motherly'.  "You are the best son a mother could possible
have." She said to me.  She said it slowly, stressing every word.
   My dick was starting to stir in my shorts.  My mother was still sitting
on my bed looking at me and I was using my peripheral vision to look at her
tits.  She said, "I'm going to take a shower and then go to sleep." But she
didn't move.  Then she ran fingers over the top of her tits, it was a very
sexy action.  She said.  "You shouldn't be thinking of these as tits." I
couldn't stop from staring at them directly.  "I'm your mother.  If you
fantasize about having breasts and you can see yourself having sex with THE
girl that owns the breast, THEN you can call them TITS.  But I'm your
mother, so you call them BREASTS." She explained.  "Okay?"
   She got up to leave.  As she closed the door I decided to throw caution
to the wind.
   "Umm, Mom," I said nervously, I was scared, but too horny to care at the
moment, "Your tits are beautiful."
   The silence that followed was deafening.  She nodded, she looked down at
my crotch, she smiled, and then she closed the door.  I sighed a sigh of
relief.  I wasn't sure if she'd be running back into the room to kick my
incestuous ass.  She looked happy, well, maybe not happy, but content when
she closed the door.  I wondered if she smiled because of what I said or if
she smiled because I had a full erection when she looked at my crotch.
   I watched TV for a couple more hours and then went to sleep.
   
  
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