How I Became My Mom's Date Ch. 01

NOTE: This is a fictional story. The names of places and cities are real. The characters are fictional. Any person living or dead similar to name or events, is purely coincidence.

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Man. It was great to be stationed at a naval base in Pensacola, Florida. My first assignment as an MP, after eighteen months of being a grunt for the Marine Corps. Oh, forgive me. My name is Corporal Barry Watson. USMC. I've been in the service now just under two years. Most of that time was spent as an infantry soldier at Camp Lejeune, North Carolina, shortly after thirteen grueling weeks of basic training. But here I was, in the "Sunshine State".

I grew up in a small upstate New York town, just north of Albany. My family still lives there, and though I've been away for almost two years, nothing from home hadn't really changed. I was three weeks settling into my new home at the base when I finally got my letters. (The military can be slow at times rerouting mail to transferred personnel). One letter I received was from my parents. I opened it up, pulling the letter out of the envelope. When I unfolded the papers, a reddish-orange maple leaf fell out from the folds. It was mom's way of telling me that autumn had arrived in New York. Big contrast to the 80+ degree weather I was enjoying down here. Upon reading the letter, my heart sunk when she said that she and dad were getting a divorce. It wasn't a big surprise, but the last time she wrote to me, she said that things were looking positive between the two of them. I now found out that was short lived.

The day came when I received my honorable discharge papers from the Marine Corps. I flew back to New York, where my mother and sister were waiting for my plane to land in Albany. When I entered the terminal. they saw me, and ran toward me, hugging me the moment they got close enough.

"Welcome home Barry." Mom said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Welcome back baby brother. My sister Joann said. "Boy, just look at you all dressed up in your uniform, looking all spiffy and handsome. The Marines really did a bang-up job turning you into one stud of a man."

"They sure did. My little boy is now a very handsome man. Just wait til those former high school bitches who use to pick on you see you now. She said while squeezing my cheeks together.

"Okay, mom. Thanks for the flattery. Where is Pop? Didn't he come?" Looking around the terminal, searching for him.

"No Barry. Your father and his hussy secretary decided to elope last weekend. They're on their honeymoon right now in Aspen."

"Didn't he know I was coming home? I told you three months ago that I wasn't going to re-enlist."

"I know dear. But after our divorce, he and I had little if any communication."

"Mom!! You could've told him I was coming home!!" Now getting hot under the collar.

"Barry!! He changed his number and everything." Raising her voice, getting people to stare. "I..." Calming down, lowering her voice. "I had no way of getting a hold of him. Your asshole of a father even got a restraining order against me. I can't even call his work unless it's an absolute emergency."

"Why did he do that mom?" I asked, pretty stunned by what I just heard.

"Because he felt I was harassing him and his new squeeze doll secretary."

"Dad's always been an asshole Barry. You know that. Come on. Let's get you home hey? I'm sure you miss your bed."

"My bedroom is still the same. Right? You didn't move anything around did you?"

"No Barry. It's still the same. We just threw out those nasty porn mags of yours." Joann said snickering.

"You did what!!" My face getting red.

"No, we didn't." Mom said. "But I wish you would. They are nasty. Blah!"

"What can I say. I like naked women." Grinning.

"Hope your Marine buddies didn't catch you jerkin' the gherkin." Joann laughed.

"Very funny sis. Do you have that plastic cucumber at your bedside? What did you call it? Oh. Mr. Green Giant?"

"Shut up!! I never had any such thing!" She said blushing.

Joann and I did as siblings always did. We busted on each other. Mom was walking in front of us, faster than we were, as a matter of fact. I think she didn't want people to know that she raised two potty mouth kids.

We pulled into the driveway. It was so good to see the old house again. The decades-old dirty, yellow painted house. The garage, with the dent in the overhead door from the first time I drove the family car. Boy, was dad pissed that day when his eight-year-old son got behind the wheel. But he should've never left the car running. Then there were those crooked porch stairs, which my dad never bothered to fix. "It adds character." He said. But if you were not familiar to the slope of the steps, it could also add to a lawsuit. And of course, the porch. More like the 'hang out' as my friends and I would call it. We spent many rainy summer days on this porch. It's also where I got my first kiss, and the first boob feel. Both on the same day. Yep, many years I spent growing up in this house. Now it seems I'm the man of it.

I went upstairs into my room to put away my duffel bag and my suitcase. I took off my 'Dress Blues' and donned on my civilian clothes. I went back downstairs to grab a bite to eat.

"I'm famished. Got any cold cuts?" I said scrounging through the fridge.

"Well if you just hold on, I'll make you something." She said pulling me away from the refrigerator.

My mom was sweet. Forty-eight, but looked ten years younger. She was a petite woman. She always kept in shape. When I use to have military leave, she and I would walk around the whole town. She tried jogging with me, but she felt too sore. Even for a half a mile jog. But walking, Sheesh. She could walk for miles without tiring. Maybe that's what kept her looking young. But she still looked hot for her age. Her long black, curly hair had just the slightest hint of gray. She stood about 5' 1", with a nice curvy body, and perky B-cup breasts. Her ass was pretty nice too. Dad's secretary had to be drop-dead gorgeous in order for him to leave mom.

"So how old is my new stepmother?" I asked swallowing a chopped carrot.

"Ready for this?? nineteen!" She said making me a sandwich. "Nine freaking teen! Can you believe that?" Throwing the butter knife in the sink.

"Well. I hope she doesn't ask me to call her mom." I laughed. "She from around here?"

"Troy. I think. Yeah. Troy. Little redhead slut name Sarah."

"What was she, an intern?"

"Something like that. Barry. Can we drop it? I don't want to talk about them." She said, almost beginning to cry.

I walked toward her, putting my arms around her. "Hey. Hey. It's alright mom. Didn't mean to upset you. You're a strong woman. Always have been. You'll get over this." Rubbing her back.

"Well with you home now, I don't feel so alone." Holding me tight. "Okay," Wiping the tear from her eye. "Go eat."

I knew mom was hurting. Me being at home did make her happy, but the void of my old man leaving her for a younger, more nubile girl, had to the ultimate stab in the back. Ever since they broke up, mom just sat around the house except for work or going shopping. Even that became terrifying with friends or acquaintances asking her if she's okay, or how's she holding up. The worst thing my mom wanted to hear from people was, "If you need anything, you let me know." What the fuck were these women going to do but to tell her she'll be okay. Or worse, "You hang in there Diane. Someone will come along."

Mom didn't even go out on dates. She was too hurt, too let down, and in her view, too old. She still liked to go out for her walks. Though it was a lot earlier in the morning, like an hour before sunrise. There weren't many people out except for the paperboy throwing out the newspaper from his car, or the city garbage truck collecting the neighborhood trash. The second day I was home, I went with her on her daily walk.

"You're looking good mom." Staring at her oversized sweats.

"What are you talking about? I'm dressed in rags."

"Yeah, but aren't they the same sweats that you had last year when I was home on leave?"

"Yeah. What about it?"

"Well, if I recall. They weren't as loose as they are now."

"They are much looser now aren't they?" Pulling on the bottom of the shirt. "Maybe it's time I get some new sweats."

"We could go shopping later. I need some new clothes myself."

"Okay. It'll be nice having a man go shopping with me for a change."

"Mom, no offense, but you need to get laid."

"Barry. I need a lot more than that. A whole lot more."

I knew what she meant, and left it at that. We did our walk, then mom got ready for work, while I went about reuniting with old friends. Later on that day, mom and I went shopping for new clothes. People who haven't seen me since I graduated high school couldn't believe the change in me. Some even tell me or mom how much I looked like my father when he was my age. I was surprised that didn't bother her. I guess she was too busy showing me off.

Several months went by since I've been home. I was up in my room one Saturday when I heard mom and Joann talking. At first, it was just the usual women scuttlebutt, but after a while, their voices began to escalate. I went downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

"Mom. You need to forget about dad and get out and mingle. You've been cooped up in this house, wallowing in your self-pity for too long. You need to meet new people. Do something new." I heard Joann say as I came down the stairs.

"Maybe I don't want to." Mom snorted. "It's clear why your father left me. I'm not attractive anymore."

"Mom! That's bullshit and you know it! There's a lot of guys out there that would love to be with you."

"Joann. I'm too old to be going out on dates again. I haven't been on a date since your father. That was decades ago. I'm out of practice, and I can't go back to being a giddy teenage girl."

"Mom, you don't have to..."

"Joann. Enough!!" Mom interjected.

"She's right mom." I intervened.

"You too?" She asked staring me down with dagger eyes.

"Mom. You know you still have it. You look young for your age. You have one hell of a personality. Not to mention smart and witty. You just have to take it slow. Maybe a coffee date or something."

"But no one has asked me out. Not in the past six months at least. There are not too many men around my age that's available."

"Sure there are." Joann said. "And I know just the place where we could go."

"We? Who's we?"

"The three of us. We could go out for dinner, then go drink, and dance, and who knows, maybe you'll find somebody. You too baby brother."

"Me?" I replied "I can get a girlfriend any time I like. But I will go just because I could use a night out."

"Well, mom?" Joann asked.

"Does it seem I have a choice? So when do you want to do this?"

"How about tonight? We could go to the Outback for dinner, then go to the bar."

"How about the Olive Garden. I like their food better." Mom suggested.

"Okay. Olive Garden it is. I'll be back here around seven."

"Why so late? We usually eat around five. You know that."

"Uh, mom. The bars don't get jumping til about ten. What are we going to do for five hours, sit at the Olive Garden?"

"Okay. Okay. Seven it is. But I'm still eating at five."

"Fine mother. You can get a salad there. More money for drinks."

"Hey!! If you're drinking, I'm driving." I barked to my sister.

"No problem. You can drive. Okay," Giving mom a kiss. "I'll be back here at seven. Don't chicken out mom. You need this."

I saw mom roll her eyes back as Joann left. She went to the sink, finishing washing the dishes. She stopped in id wash of a plate, just holding the plate in one hand, and the washcloth in the other, but neither touching. I watched as she just stood there like a statue over the sink.

"Hey, mom. You okay?" Breaking her out of her trance.

"Um. Oh, yeah. Was just daydreaming. That's all."

"It's going to be okay mom." Rubbing her shoulders. It'll be fun. You'll see. You're tense." Feeling her muscles tightened up. "Come. Sit down over here." Directing her to the kitchen chair.

"Barry. I'm okay. I'm just a little nervous. That's all." Resisting to sit down.

"Come on mom. Don't fight it. Let me give your neck and shoulders a rub."

"Look. If you want to give me a massage, I'm going to lay down. I trust you know how to give a good back rub?"

Clearing my throat. "Gee. I wonder who it was that rubbed out your leg cramps after a long walk, or jog? Putting my hand on my chin, looking up at the ceiling.

"Barry, you still can't take a joke can you." Rubbing my upper arm. "Come on. Let's go into the living room."

We walked into the living room. Mom laid down on the couch. Once she was settled, I lifted my leg, kneeling it between her and the back cushion. I gently sat on her legs, not wanting to hurt her. She laid there with her arms under the pillow. I started rubbing her shoulders, and upper back, working my way outward toward her arms.

"Ahhhh! That feels so good. I really needed this. You keep this up and I'm libel to go to sleep."

"Well I don't want you to do that, but I do want you to relax."

"Oh, I'm getting there Barry. I like the feel of your hands rubbing my shoulders and back." Her tone seductive.

"Okay Mom. That' sounded creepy." Stopping the massage.

"What? That you have nice, strong hands? It's only true. Your massage is really relaxing me. You think I'm getting turned on by this? You're the one that's getting a rise in his pants touching his mother."

"What!!" Now feeling embarrassed. "I am not getting a rise in my pants."

"Don't lie Barry. I can feel you fidgeting on my legs, trying to straighten your dick inside your pants. You're not the first guy to sit on top of me giving me a back rub."

"Wow!! I Didn't want you to know I was getting a hard-on. Believe me, it's not on purpose. It's just that you are a woman, and..."

"I know Barry. And you're a man with horny hormones. I'd be worried if you didn't get one."

"So your not angry?" Looking for some relief.

"No." She said laughing. I'm not angry. In a way, this reminds me of your father giving me a back rub. He too got very aroused."

"I remember him giving Joann back rubs too." Going back to her massage.

"And he too got aroused by her. Sometimes he did that before having sex with me."

"Ouch!!" I said in disgust of that image. "Is that when things went downhill between you and him?"

"I guess. I don't know what made our marriage go sour. I only know it did."

"Well like I said mom, you're a very attractive, and loving woman. You'll find a man that will make you very happy."

"Maybe." She closed her eyes, enjoying her rubdown.

Within minutes of her massage, she was fast asleep. Though I was sporting a massive hard-on, she had enough trust in me that she knew I wasn't going to do anything sexual to her. Even as she slept, I continued to rub her back. She deserved this. Being under so much stress, and now having a low self-esteem, it was good to see her finally relax. I was tempted to lay beside her, comforting her as she did with me as a child when I was sick or had a nightmare. But this was my mom. Not my girlfriend, or wife, or a young, scared daughter. I don't think she would've cared, but even still, it wasn't right. I got off of her carefully, letting her nap for as long as she liked.

Mom was awoken by the ringing of the phone.

"Hello?" I heard her say after picking up the receiver.

"Oh, hi Joann. It's kind of early to be calling. What's wrong.?" momentary silence. "Yeah? Oh no, no. I understand. Kids get sick unexpectedly. It happens." Another few moments of silence. "Okay. Well, you take care of my little princess. Give them each a hug and kiss for me." Some silence. "Okay, Joann. I'll talk to you later. Bye, sweetie." Hanging up the phone.

"Barry." She yelled.

I came into the living room. "I heard. What did little Stephanie eat now?"

"She came down with a fever. So I guess tonight is canceled."

"Why? You and I can still go out for dinner."

"Barry. I didn't really feel up to it anyway. I just went along with it to quiet you two up.

"Come on mom. Let's go out for dinner. You and I. Olive Garden. Olive Garden. Olive Garden." I kept saying as I flickered my fingers in her face.

Okay. Okay." Laughing. "You win. Let me shower, and get dressed."

After mom showered, I took mine. I was dressed and ready before she was. I was sitting in the living room, waiting for her to come downstairs. When she did, I couldn't believe my eyes. She was totally gorgeous. As she rounded the turn of the stairs, I could see a pair of sexy legs, covered by black mesh stockings. Followed by a black skirt that came down just above her knees. Then I saw her blouse. A front buttoned zebra striped pattern with a low V neckline. She had her white purse, and cream colored sweater folded around her arm. Her face was made up, looking like a woman in her twenties, She had on the right amount, not looking too slutty. Her hair flowed in the breeze as she walked down the stairs. I did my best cat call whistle as she stepped off the bottom stair.

"Wow!" I said quick. "You look absolutely stunning."

"Thank you, sweetheart. I'm not overdoing it am I?" Placing her purse and sweater on the chair.

"Well, you just may be the prettiest woman in the place." Still admiring how hot my mom was.

"Stop." She said blushing. "You sure It's not too much? I can change into something more casual." Ready to head back upstairs.

"No mom. You're fine. Really."

"Okay. It's just that you look so casual." Looking at my patterned, collared polyester shirt, that was opened three buttons deep. Tucked inside black jeans. "Shall we go?"

She picked up her sweater, putting her arm in one sleeve.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!" I said, stopping her. "Allow me." Holding her sweater, as she placed her arms inside the sleeves.

She picked up her purse, as I got out my car keys. I opened the door for her. She rubbed my cheek with her hand, as she passed me, walking out the door. We got into the car, heading to the Olive Garden.

We went inside the restaurant. The dining area was only half full when we went up to the the The Maitre D's podium.

"Hi. Welcome to the Olive Garden. Party of two?" Said the female behind the podium.

"Yes." Mom answered.

"Very well then. If you'll follow me, I'll escort you to your table."

She stepped out from behind the podium, leading us to our table. She extended her arm, showing us our table. I pulled mom's seat out, then pushing her chair in as she sat down. Then I sat down, opposite her. We sat and chatted until our waiter came to our table.

"Good evening. I'm your waiter Brandon." Handing us two menus. "Would you care for something to drink?"

"I'll have a diet coke." Mom said.

"And you sir?"

"Ginger ale."

"Excellent. I'll be right back with your drinks."

We continued talking as the waiter brought our drinks.

"Are you ready to order?" He asked.

We placed our order, along with two more glasses of soda. We waited about ten minutes before we got our salads. We both ordered a tossed salad, her with Italian dressing, mine with Catalina French. It was another fifteen minutes after eating our salad, that our meals came to us.

"Everything alright here? Can I get you more soda?"

"No. We're good. Thank you." I said to him.

"You enjoy your meal." He smiled and walked away.

Our dinner was very good. Mom couldn't finish it all, but I, on the other hand, wolfed my dinner down, leaving an empty plate.

Belch. "Excuse me." Belch. Up came another burp. "Excuse me again." I said releasing the gas build-up from digested food.

Fortunately, no one bothered to look at me as I expelled the burps from my mouth. Other patrons were too busy eating or having their own conversations. We stayed a bit, letting our bellies digest our meal. Mom got up to use the restroom. Men looked up at her as she walked down the aisle toward the restroom. Some of them smiled as she passed them, giving them a smile back in return. Of course, their wives or girlfriends weren't too pleased. She came back, sitting down. I again held her chair as she did so.