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Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both
appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also
welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it
easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first
name and age in your comments. It gives me a
better idea who my audience is.
Home Again
Part One
by Ann Douglas
A.C. Delaney stared up at the tree that had
been the bane of his teenage years. Not many blocks
in this part of Brooklyn had trees like this, so a lot of
activities had circulated around it. It was home base
for playing hide and seek. It was the place you all
hung out under on a hot summer day. Most
importantly, it was the site of "the dare". Ten years
ago at the age of twelve, that had been the focus of
the most terrifying moment of his young life. That
was the day he'd completed one of the neighborhood
rites of passage and had climbed to the top of the
old oak tree.
Funny, the tree didn't seem so imposing
now. Then again, the last decade had seen him go
from a skinny 110 pound teenager to a six foot 190
pound adult. He'd discovered a passion for baseball
in high school and long hours practicing with his
father had transformed him into a starting first
baseman both in high school then later at State .
Sports had only been a means to an end
however, a way out of the old neighborhood. The
degree in business he'd earned last year had been his
highest priority. For a while it looked like it was
going to be a hard decision turning down the offer
to turn pro, but a leg injury his senior year took that
decision out of his hands. In a way he was glad that
fate had intervened, it meant he'd never have to look
back with regret.
A group of teenagers were playing stickball,
using the manhole covers as bases. It seemed like a
hundred years since he'd played that game.
"Hey mister, the ball!" one of the kids yelled
as the rubber ball bounced in front of him.
In a quick motion he caught the ball on the
first hop and tossed it back to the batter. The action
had been instinctive. A smile came to his lips as he
thought some things you never forgot.
Watching the game for another ten minutes,
A.C. was glad he decided to spend an extra day
here. After he came home for his father's funeral
over a year ago, he decided that there was never
going to be a reason to again walk these streets.
But Arthur Charles Delaney Sr. had been buried
over sixteen months before and it was only now that
the lawyers had finally settled his estate. He'd come
all the way up from Florida just to close on the sale
of his families house. He could've just left it all to
the lawyers, but he felt it was something he owed to
his dad to see done personally.
The block held so many memories. His own
house was down on the corner. On the other end of
the block was Jerry Wilson's house. He and Jerry
had gone off to State together. A grin filled his face
as he looked at a second floor window across the
street from the tree and remembered when it was
Jenny Wilson's bedroom.
How long ago was that night he and Josh
Austin were using Josh's new telescope to look at
the moon. They accidentally turned it right into
Jenny's room - just when she was getting dressed
for bed. They couldn't have been more than 13 or 14
at the time. Jenny had been one of the first
neighborhood girls to develop breasts and that had
been the first time A.C. had seen a topless girl in
anything other than a magazine. He laughed softly
as he remembered how angry Josh had been cause
he waited so long to give him a turn that Josh only
got a brief glimpse.
A few years later A.C. got repeated
opportunities to examine those breasts more closely.
He dated Jenny all through high school as his own
body developed into that of an athlete. She was the
first girl who ever gave him a blow job and on the
night of the senior prom they traded cherries.
Things went downhill between them after that when
they went to separate school. Last he heard, she
was married and already had two kids.
Thinking of Jenny made him think of her
older sister Karen, or as most of the boys thought of
her "Kleenex Karen." Two years older than Jenny,
she was nowhere near as developed as her little
sister. In fact, she really never passed an A cup.
Talk about mixed genes.
Anyway, Karen's solution was to stuff an
oversized bra with tissues. Not the most original of
solutions but one that was time honored. The
problem was that she wasn't satisfied with just giving
herself a slight improvement. No, she had to be as
well endowed as Jenny. It became a big joke among
everyone in school as she always denied it. Finally
someone decided to settle the matter.
One day during her senior year Sally
Johnson bumped into her and stuck a inch and a half
straight pin into her left breast. By the time the
afternoon bell rang, almost everyone in school had
heard about it. Jenny had told him that when Karen
found the pin that night she was furious, but she'd
never mentioned it to anyone else. She just went on
as she was and made believe that it had never
happened. Rather than go to college, Karen had
used her savings to get a boob job and now worked
as a receptionist somewhere in the city.
"I should get something to eat." A.C. said to
himself as he realized that he'd skipped both
breakfast and lunch. "Might as well make the day
complete and have dinner up at Mario's"
Mario's was the diner on the corner. Calling
it a diner used to be a charity when A.C. was
younger. The food sometimes bordered on the
inedible. But it was a neighborhood classic and had
been there since his father had been a teenager.
Generations had brought their dates there after the
movies or some other activity. That, A.C. knew was
due more to the big dark booths in the back of the
restaurant than the dinner fare.
"Who am I to argue with tradition." he
finally concluded as he began to walk up the block.
It came as a surprise to find that the diner
was closed. He couldn't ever remember a day it
hadn't been open. In fact, it look like it hadn't been
opened in months. Then he noticed a small notice in
the window. It looked to be well worn but he could
still make out the words Department of Health.
"Why am I not surprised." the sandy haired
young man chuckled. "I hope the deli over on
Wilson is still open."
"You weren't really planning to have dinner
there were you?" asked a female voice from behind
A.C.
The voice was very familiar and A.C. turned
with a smile on his face.
"Hi Mrs. Austin." he grinned.
The woman in front of him was in her mid
40's, about 5'7" and weighed in at 152 lbs. Very
attractive for her age, she had dirty blonde hair cut
short and carefully styled. A full figured woman, her
weight was pretty evenly distributed across her body
as to give her a full bodied figure. The most striking
feature of which was a set of 38D breasts.
"Hi Mrs. Austin..." the short blonde haired
woman repeated. "That's the way you say hello? Is
that what they taught you up in that fancy school?"
With that, A.C. practically picked up the
smaller woman and gave her a hug and affectionate
kiss on the cheek.
"That's better." Mary Austin said. "And
what's with this Mrs. Austin crap. You're an adult
now, you can call me Mary."
"Okay Mary." A.C. said, feeling very
strange to have her first name come from his lips
after a lifetime of referring to her as Mrs. Austin.
"My, you have filled out." the 45 year old
noted as she took a good look at her son's friend.
"And I know you didn't get that way eating at places
like this."
"Well, I was hungry and..."
"And you couldn't take five minutes to stop
by the house." Mary interrupted.
A.C. considered lying for a moment, saying
that he'd rang the bell but got no answer. After all,
she had obviously been out shopping and hadn't been
home. Then he thought better of the idea. Mary
had known him since he was 6 years old and always
knew when he'd been lying.
"I'm sorry.." he said.
"And well you should be, I know your father
raised you better than that." Mary replied.
"Can I make it up to you with dinner?" A.C.
said, displaying the charm that worked his way into
dozens of beds back in college.
"Only if I make it." Mary answered, ignoring
his obvious charms. "What would Josh say if I let
you go without bringing you home for dinner. I
know he'd love to see you."
"OK, you win." A.C. surrendered. Actually
the idea of seeing Josh again seemed like a pretty
good idea. In fact, just seeing Mrs. Austin again
made him feel pretty good.
"That's settled then." Mary grinned
triumphantly. "Now make yourself useful and take
some of these packages."
"Yes Mam....err Mary." he quickly
corrected himself as he picked up the two largest
bundles.
Half an hour later, sitting at the kitchen table
of the Austin Household, A.C. could honestly say he
was enjoying myself. How many dinners had he had
at this very table. Mary Austin had been like a
second mother to him. He probably spent more time
in this house as a child than his own. Lost in
thought he didn't hear the phone ring at first.
"Could you answer that, A.C.?" Mary asked
as she stirred a boiling pot.
"Sure." A.C. said as he got to his feet and
reached for the wall phone.
"Josh!" A.C. said excitedly as he recognized
the voice on the phone, "How are you?"
It took Josh Austin a few moments to realize
who he was talking to, then his voice became just as
excited.
"What are you doing there?" his old friend
asked.
A.C. explained why he'd come back to New
York and how he'd run into Josh's mother.
"Your Mom invited me to have dinner," he
said. "Actually it was more like a command." he
laughed.
"That's my Mom." Josh laughed back.
"So when you gonna be home, pal?" A.C.
asked. "Your Mom's making enough food to put
another ten pounds on me."
"Shit, this timing sucks." Josh lamented.
"I'm stuck at work, we have to redo a magazine
layout from scratch. I'm gonna be here all night."
"Damn, that does suck." A.C. agreed. "I
was really hoping to catch up a little."
"Better let me talk to my Mom so I can
explain it."
"OK buddy." he replied as he handed off the
phone.
The conversion between Josh and Mary was
brief. She listened for a few minutes and then simply
said. "All right honey, take care of business and I'll
see you in the morning."
"Well looks like it's just you and me kid."
Mary said as she hung up the phone.
"What about Dawn Marie?" A.C. asked.
"Dawn Marie moved out and in with her
boyfriend the day after she turned 18." Mary said in
a tone that said that it wasn't a subject for
discussion.
"Two it is." A.C. said as he opened a cabinet
and took out table settings for two.
As he laid out the dishes and utensils, A.C.
looked into the living room to see if the pictures of a
younger Dawn Marie were still on the wall. They
were. Whatever had happened between her and her
mother hadn't gone that far.
Dawn Marie Austin had been another of
those early bloomers. By the time she was 14 she'd
put Jenny Wilson to shame. By the time she was 16
she'd lost her virginity in a big way. Every guy in
the neighborhood was trying to get into her pants
and more than a few succeeded. If A.C. was totally
honest with himself, he admitted that if he was
younger and Dawn wasn't Josh's sister - he'd want to
fuck her too.
"Dinners served." Mary said as she carried
two full dishes to the table.
The meal was as good as A.C. remembered
meals at the Austin's to be. It was only the absence
of familiar faces from around the table that made
him a little sad.
"Something the matter?" Mary asked as she
noticed the look on his face.
"I was just thinking that I'm sorry I wasn't
able to be here when Mr. Austin.... I mean."
"That's all right A.C.," Mary said in an
understanding tone. "We all knew how hard it was
on you when your own Dad died. No one wanted to
see you go thought all that again so soon."
"Still, maybe I should've....."
"I'm not going to hear anymore of that,
Arthur!" Mary said in a strong tone. The fact that
she called him Arthur instead of A.C. produced a
more serious reaction than the tone.
A.C. closed his mouth without finishing the
sentence.
"Besides, you did send that beautiful letter
saying how much the time you spent in this house
still meant to you. I really loved that letter, it made
me think of much happier days."
"It wasn't enough, just words." said A.C.
"Sometimes just words can mean a great
deal. I saved that letter you know, I keep it in my
night table. I've read it many times."
The rest of the conversation was confined to
more mundane topics. How did he like where he
lived. Was he seeing anyone? Why not?
"That was a great meal, better than I've had
in a long time." A.C. said as he put down his fork
for the last time. "I couldn't eat another bite."
"Well it's nice to hear someone say that for a
change." Mary beamed.
A.C. remembered that Josh wasn't known for
noticing the little things his mother did for him.
Things like cooking his meals, cleaning his clothes,
cleaning his room and basically being there
whenever he came up short of cash. Which in Josh's
case happened quite often.
"I really hate to eat and run, but I still have
to get a motel room for the night." A.C. apologized.
"My flight doesn't get take off until tomorrow
afternoon and I don't have a place to sleep."
"Motel room indeed, not when I have two
empty bedrooms upstairs." Mary cut him off. "Now
you go out to that rental car of yours and get your
bag. You can use Josh's room and hopefully he'll be
home in time for the two of you to have breakfast
together."
Sixteen years of dealing with Mrs. Austin
told him this was another argument he was going to
loose. All things considered, a comfortable bed and
the prospect of one of Mary's breakfasts didn't seem
like a bad consolation prize. He thanked her and
went out to get his bag.
"You know were the room is." Mary called
out from the kitchen as he came back into the house.
"Unpack your stuff while I put these dishes in the
washer."
Josh's room was immaculate, something
which surprised A.C. They'd gone away together
once his first year in college and by the time the
week was over, Josh's half of the room looked like a
flop house. If he ever decided to marry that
girlfriend he was always mentioning in his letters, he
was in for a big awakening. A.C. was sure she
wasn't the type to pick up after him like his Mom.
"Hmm, I wonder." A.C. said as he slid the
top draw of Josh's desk all the way out and looked
at the small space beneath it.
Hidden there were copies of Hustler, High
Society and Playboy. Some things never changed he
thought as he laughed. That was a great advantage
of having his own apartment, he didn't have to hide
such things if he wanted them.
A.C. took the time to change into a
comfortable pair of shorts and a T-shirt. No sense
sitting around the rest of the night in a shirt and tie.
"It's going to be a hot night." Mary said as
he walked back into the kitchen. "There's a good
movie on HBO and I've already turned up the air
conditioner so we can relax and enjoy it."
"Sounds great." A.C. said. "Any popcorn?"
he asked, remembering all the movie nights they'd
shared over the years.
"Of course, what would a movie be without
it." Mary said as she held up a microwave popcorn
bag.
Back when they were kids they'd took turns
making Jiffy-Pop Popcorn on the range top. Oh
well, the price of progress.
They watched the end of some silly comedy
and chatted some more. A.C. was really enjoying
himself. This was what he missed in his life, just
having someone to talk to.
"I'm going to get some wine before the
movie starts." Mary said as she got up, "Can I get
you anything?"
"Wine would be fine." A.C. said,
remembering the tongue lashing the first time Mary
had caught Josh and him after they'd had a few cans
of beer. He guessed he really was an adult after all.
Mary came back fifteen minutes later with a
bottle of wine and two glasses. She'd also taken the
opportunity to change into a more comfortable
outfit. She had discarded the dress she'd been
wearing and now wore a oversized T-shirt which
stretched down to just above her knees. In the cool
air conditioned environment her thick nipples were
clearly evident beneath the thin material.
Taking a seat next to Mary on the couch,
A.C. kept sneaking peaks at those erect nipples.
Unbidden, the memories of the night he had gotten a
very good look at the bountiful breasts beneath filled
his mind.
It was July 7th, 1990, a night he would
always remember. Josh, Jerry Wilson and he were
camping out in the backyard of Josh's house. Close
to midnight, nature called and A.C. went back in the
house to answer.
The first floor bathroom was being fixed so
he had to use the one up on the second floor. Once
he got up there, he heard sounds he couldn't identify
coming from Dawn's room. Curious, since Josh had
told him his little sister was spending the week at
their grandmother's, A.C. quietly walked down the
hall.
It wasn't until he got to the door of her room
that he realized that the noise was coming from the
open door next to Dawn's. Silently, the 16 year old
inched along the door and peeked in from the dark
corridor.
The lights in the room were off but there was
more than enough illumination from the streetlights
outside for A.C. to get the surprise of his young life.
Mr. Austin was laying on the bed, his hands
interlocked behind his head. He was totally naked
and for the first time, A.C. saw an adult erect cock.
Not that this milestone ever entered his
mind. Because at that moment, Jim Austin's cock
was buried in the mouth of his equally naked wife.
A.C. stood mesmerized as he watched Mary Austin's
head bob up and down as she performed a sexual act
he had only heard the older guys make jokes about.
Bouncing, as she moved, were breasts larger than
the boy had seen in the Playboy magazines his older
brother sometimes let him borrow.
"Shit!" A.C. said under his breath as he
carefully retraced his steps, fearful that they would
hear him. His young heart had been racing like a
triphammer and even his breathing seemed
exceptionally loud.
The temptation to remain almost overrode
his fear of discovery, but good sense finally
prevailed. As he tip toed back towards the
bathroom, A.C. realized that he had a first class
hard-on. He'd have to do something about that
before he went back to his friends. The last thing he
ever wanted them to think was that he got that
erection from laying next to one of them.
Sitting in the bathroom with his pants down
around his ankles, A.C. began to gently stroke his
cock. Fully erect it wasn't anywhere as large as Mr.
Austin's, but then again he still had a lot of growing
to do.
Gently, slowly, he ran his hand up and down
his full six inches. It felt so good. Closing his eyes he
imaged what it would be like if he could change
places with Jim Austin. What would it be like to
have a woman suck his cock.
A.C. began to pump furiously as he
imagined Mary rubbing those big boobs against his
cock. He could almost feel the warmth of her skin
against his and the even greater heat of her mouth
on his boyhood. Already he could feel a familiar
fire growing in his balls. The teen was oblivious to
his surroundings. In his imagination, he was laying
in that bed with Mary.
A.C.'s cock was as hard as it had ever
been, his hand a blur of motion. His body was
jerking up and down so fast he was bouncing on the
toilet seat. Moments later he felt the first surge of
his orgasm race up the length of his boyhood and
explode into the night air. His cock erupted again
and again. Each stroke, sending white droplets
scattering in every direction. He had to bite
down on his lip to keep from shouting with joy. He
had never felt so good before.
Finally, his eruptions subsided until only a
small pearl of white appeared at the tip of his cock in
response to his continued pumping. He could feel a
softness growing in his hand and knew he was done.
It had felt so very good. That A.C. had just jerked
off to the naked image of his best friend's mother
never entered his mind. At least not at this moment.
It took a few minutes for A.C. to clean up
the mess on the floor tiles. It wouldn't do for them
to find cum spots in the morning. When he stepped
back out of the bathroom, he could hear the sound
of the bed creaking from down the hall and it didn't
take much imagination for him to know that it wasn't
from the two of them playing leapfrog on the bed.
The familiar HBO fanfare brought A.C. back
from his little trip down memory lane. No doubt
about it, even with the perspective of hindsight, that
had been one of the most erotic moments of his life.
He smiled at Mary as she glanced in his direction.
Image her reaction if she had any idea what he was
thinking.
The movie turned out to be "Disclosure"
with Demi Moore and Michael Douglas. A.C. had
never seen it before but he'd heard about it.
When the film got to the part were Demi
Moore's character was seducing Michael Douglas's,
A.C. looked down and noticed that he was once
again getting a major erection. Then again, what
normal guy could watch Demi Moore give a blow
job, however simulated, and not have a reaction.
A.C. carefully lifted the large half empty
bowl of popcorn off the table and put it on his lap,
strategically covering a potential embarrassment.
Out a the corner of his eye he was glad to see that
Mary hadn't noticed.
"Interesting movie, isn't it." Mary
commented as she reached into the bowl and
grabbed an handful of popcorn.
"Yeah, it is." A.C. said, trying to ignore the
fact that only the plastic bowl separated Mary's hand
from his hard cock.
"Personally, I think she'd too perfect." Mary
went on as she scooped some of the popcorn into
her mouth. "It's like what a lot of people used to say
about Barbie dolls. That they gave little girls a
negative image of themselves because most of them
were never going to grow up and have that perfect
body."
Mary paused as she took a little wine to
wash down the popcorn. All the time her eyes never
left the television screen where Demi was now
fucking Michael.
"Also she creates a bad image for guys too."
she went on. "A young man spends all his time
looking for Miss Perfect Body when someone who
loves them and would spend the rest of their life
making him happy could be right under their nose.
What do you think she'd look like if she didn't have a
small army of personal trainers taking care of her?"
"I guess I never really thought of it that
way." A.C. said.
"Well it's something that you should keep in
mind." Mary said, turning her head away from the
movie and looking right at A.C.. "I'll bet you've
passed up a dozen girls who were interested in you
because you didn't think they were perfect enough?"
"Well I wouldn't say a dozen." A.C. said,
caught off guard as he wondered where this sudden
conversation was going.
"I'm not trying to accuse you of anything,
A.C." she said as she smiled. "It's just something
I've become increasingly aware of lately. That
people sometimes sell themselves and other people
short because they don't think they are attractive
enough."
"I don't understand." A.C. replied, more
than a little confused.
"I guess it's just an old lady's ramblings."
Mary said as she finished her wine.
"You're far from old." A.C. said.
"Well there are times that I feel that way."
Mary replied.
A.C. put his own glass of wine down on the
table and looked into Mary's face. It was obvious
that something was bothering her.
"Mary, is there something that you'd like to
talk about. Something that you might not feel like
discussing with your friends that live around here. If
so, I'm all ears."
"You'd find it very boring."
"As if you didn't find a lot of the talks we
had while I was growing up a little boring." he
grinned.
Mary took a deep breath and picked up the
remote control. With a flick of her finger she turned
off the television.
"I hope you don't mind," she said. "But if
we're going to talk I'd rather it be without the
distraction."
"Sure, they'll run the movie a dozen more
times this month anyway." A.C. said.
Mary took a few moments to collect her
thoughts. The in a quiet tone she began.
"You know I was quite young when I
married Mr. Austin." she began. "I hadn't even
turned 18 yet."
A.C. knew they'd been married a long time
but he didn't know she'd been married that young.
He also knew that Josh's father was ten years older
than his mother.
"I wasn't pregnant or anything, if that's what
your thinking." she went on. "It's just that I had a
very rough life up to that point. Both my parents
died before I was even in my teens and I spent a
good number of years being passed from relative to
relative. I had a really poor self image back then as
you might imagine. So when an older man like Jim
took an interest in me, I was totally overwhelmed.
He was good looking, successful and could have
almost any woman he wanted. It wasn't because I
was so young either. If he wanted it, I would've just
been his lover, he didn't have to marry me. In fact,
you might find this hard to believe, but I was still a
virgin going to our marriage bed."
If A.C. was ever certain about anything
during the years he spent in this house as an almost
adopted son, it was that Mary and Jim Austin had
been very deeply in love with each other right up to
the day he died.
"You must miss him very much." was all he
could think to say.
"Yes, I do." she answered. "But I know
that Jim would be the first one to say that life goes
on and in fact during his last months he made me
promise that I'd find someone new to love. He didn't
want me wearing widow's weeds for the rest of my
life."
"I'm sure there are lots of men you'd want to
take you out." A.C. commented.
"Oh there have been lots of offers." Mary
quickly replied. "But I've turned them all down."
"Why?" A.C. asked.
"Because, as silly as it sounds, I find myself
at 45 turning back into that scared little teenage girl
I once was." she said quickly, as if she had to force
the words out.
A quiet pause hung in the air, and Mary
could tell that A.C. didn't understand.
"Do you remember what it was like the first
time you went to bed with a girl?" she asked. "Jenny
Wilson from cross the street, wasn't it?"
"How you'd know?" A.C. asked in surprise.
"You'd be amazed at the things I've known
over the years." Mary grinned. "Sometimes I can
be very observant. But I'm digressing. Do you
remember how you felt the first time you knew you
were going to go all the way. How scared you
were, whatever public image you portrayed, that
Jenny might find you lacking in some way?"
Thinking back, A.C. remembered that was
exactly how he had felt.
"But that was when I was a kid." he said, as
if the few years in between then and now had been a
lifetime. "I don't feel that way now."
"You don't, but I do." Mary replied.
"Maybe it's because I've never had another lover in
my life. I don't know. Maybe because even after all
these years I've had this secret suspicion that I was a
lousy lover but Jim would never tell me so."
"That's nonsense, I saw you......" A.C.
started to blurt out without thinking and then
realized what he had said.
"You saw me what?" Mary asked, now it
was her turn to be confused.
With a sheepish grin, A.C. confessed his
having seen her and Jim that night he had slept over.
He left out the part about him jacking off afterwards
and all the times he had masturbated off to her
mental image, even after he'd had visions of younger
women to replace it.
"Oh my." Mary said, a slight tinge of
embarrassment coloring her face for a moment.
"Hey, it was a long time ago." A.C.
interjected. "But believe me, from what little I saw, I
can honestly say that you weren't a lousy lover."
"Even if I accept what you say as true, it was
a long time ago." Mary suggested. "Even with Jim,
we stopped being intimate a year after that when he
first got sick."
A.C. just stared. No matter what he said, the
idea that she was undesirable was so rooted in her
mind that words were never going to shake it.
"Mary, do you know that I grew up with you
as my fantasy lover." he blurted out, exaggerating
the truth just a little.
"Me?" she responded.
"That's right." he continued. "I don't know
how many nights I wished that I was older so that
we could be lovers for real. So if you could have
that much of an effect on me, how could you be
anything but desirable."
"But I was younger then..." she shot back,
unwilling to give up her belief.
"I don't feel any differently now." A.C.
replied. "I think you're just as attractive now as you
were back then. Maybe that's why I haven't found
anyone yet. I'm not looking for a Demi or Barbie,
I'm looking for another you."
A.C. let out a deep breath. He was talking
without thinking, and he was walking in a very
dangerous mine field.
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