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"Good fucking riddance!" Joseph said, being sure to relay every bit of disgust he could muster through the phone. "I'm glad the bastard's outta here."

"C'mon, JJ.," Jennifer said. "I know you two didn't get along all that well, but she really did love him."

"Love him? Give me a break, Jen," he said. "She made it quite evident in who she wanted to be a part of her life and it wasn't me."

"As I recall, you were the one that left, JJ," Jennifer interjected.

"Because he forced me to leave. You were there - you saw and heard the whole thing. And she let it happen. She didn't say a word - she just let it happen. I love her and I always will but she never stood up for me and she let that fucker kick me out," Joseph countered. "And he never let me come back. And swore that I'd never come back!"

"I know, JJ, I know," Jennifer said, trying hard to make sure Joseph feel the sympathy and empathy she was feeling. "But mom really hopes you can make it. It's been five years, JJ. Five years."

"Yeh, I know," Joseph said, resigned to the thought that he really did miss seeing his family. "I'll see what I can do. I miss you and mom but I'm not making any promises. I couldn't stand to be around him in life, and even now that the idiot's dead, I can't even stand to be around his dead corpse."

"Well, I hope you can get past all of that and come home. For mom. And for me. I love you JJ and I hope to see you soon."

"Bye, Jen," he said as he hung up the phone.

Joseph Jordan, or "JJ" as he was known to those closest to him, thought about his next move. Jennifer, or "Jen", was right. He knew he needed to come home and support his mother in her time of need. But the animosity and anger and sheer disgust he felt for his now-deceased step-father was overwhelming. Janice, his mother, had met Morgan when JJ was 17 and the relationship was rocky right from the outset. Janice thought that Morgan's powerful, headstrong personality would mesh well with JJ, but she quickly learned that having two strong-willed men around in the same house was like pouring kerosene on a bonfire. Even after they married a year later, she thought things would get better but having Morgan under the same roof with JJ was disastrous. JJ tried his best to accommodate and step back for his mother's sake but every time he stepped back, Morgan saw it as an act of weakness and attacked JJ even more. Then, the day after his 19th birthday, JJ had enough. The argument had turned violent, leaving Morgan with a permanent limp and JJ with scars, both physically and emotionally. JJ left and vowed never to return.

And now, it was five years later and JJ had made a great life for himself. He had moved East and settled in Chicago. He had built a great life for himself from literally nothing and now was an assistant producer for a major television studio and a major player in the industry. And although he thought about his mother and sister often, he never let the thoughts linger long enough to get melancholy. But that phone call was a bit too much and he now found himself alone in his flat, looking for answers.

*****

As he exited the airport and hailed a taxi, JJ thought "I should just turn around right now and go back home. They can't blame me for not coming back here. She hasn't even said a word to me in five years - she had Jen relay everything to me cause she was too damn afraid of Morgan. What the fuck! I should go back home." But as the taxi pulled up next to him, he knew he had to see her, to make true peace and to share with his family.

*****

The house was just as he remembered - large and overbearing. And it was packed with people, all there to lend their condolences and well wishes to the family. As he walked in thru the front door, JJ recognized some faces, but there were three times as many that he didn't know. He made his way over to the bar and made himself a drink and continued scanning the room.

After about 10 minutes, he left a tap on his shoulder and turned around. "Glad to see you could make it, son," Paul Lumis said. Paul was a long time family friend and the one man JJ could talk to when times had gotten rough. He'd been the only father-figure JJ had ever known.

"I've missed you, too." JJ put his drink down and gave Paul a big hug, the kind of hug that needed no words but conveyed every bit of gratitude and love.

"And I've missed you too, Paul," JJ said. "How have you been?"

"I'm doing okay. Things have been steady. I've been keeping up with you, too. You're doing some really good work out there in Chicago. I'm proud of you. You're mother's really proud, too."

"Funny - she's never said a word of that to me," JJ retorted. "And that fucking low-life did all he could to make sure of that."

Hey, hey now son, I'm not the enemy here," Paul said. "No need to get out of sorts."

"I'm sorry, Paul. It wasn't directed at you. I know you aren't the enemy. Hell, you've been the only thing like a father to me I've ever known. Old wounds, you know? I don't like being back in this house. I almost got back on the plane and went back home."

"Well you are home now, son," Paul said solemnly. "And you need to go find your mother." Paul started looking around.

"I will, Paul. I will," JJ said, picking back up his drink. "I just need a bit more time. It took a lot to even set foot back in the driveway."

"I understand, JJ. Really, I do. Take your time." With that, Paul patted JJ on the back and went back into the crowd.

JJ found a chair and sat down, continuing to scan the crowd. As he looked around, the figure of a woman caught his eye and he was floored. "Damn," he said to himself. "I wonder who that is." The woman had her back to him and was at an odd angle but he could make out her amazing shape all too well. Even in the black dress, he knew she had a stunning body. Her legs and calfs were amazing and the swell of her chest signified there was a a major amount of tit flesh hiding underneath the material. JJ was also thrown at the fact that this was obviously an older woman - a much older woman. Her silver hair was cut fashionably short and JJ found it extremely attractive. JJ found himself getting an erection and he took a long gulp of his drink in an effort to help keep it bay. And as he stood up to pour himself another drink, the woman turned around and the two happened to make eye contact. JJ was stunned. It was Janice. His mother.
 
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As the two stood there looking at each other, they were both frozen, unmoving. It had been five long years since he had last laid eyes on her and he almost didn't recognize her. Well, in fact, he didn't recognize her until he saw her face. She was a totally different woman from the one he remembered. This was still his mom, but at the same time, it wasn't. His mother had always been a very beautiful lady and JJ even saw that fact as he grew up. But the woman he was looking at now was a complete stunner. The emotions inside of him were twisted in complete knots - although he didn't know who she was at first, JJ couldn't believe he'd sprung a boner for his own mother. But the fact remained that he was completely taken by this woman standing 20 feet from him and found her to be absolutely enticing.

After what seemed an eternity, she finally started walking toward him. JJ wanted to move but he couldn't. His legs felt like lead weights and he was stuck in that one spot. As she got closer, he could see her eyes were welled up with tears and her lip was trembling.

"Oh, JJ. I'm so glad you're here. I've missed you so, so much," Janice said as the tears silently made her way down her cheeks. She reached out her arms.

JJ finally stepped towards her and embraced her in a long, deep hug. "I've missed you too, mom," he whispered, hugging her tightly.

The tears were flowing more freely now. "JJ, my sweet JJ. I'm so, so sorry for all of those things that happened ..."

"Shhhh. It's okay, mom. Really, it's okay. I'm here for you. All of that stuff is long since past. it's okay."

Janice was bawling now, sobbing heavily into his shoulder. The crowded room fell near silent as they all turned to watch the moment between Janice and her son. Many of them knew the backstory and for those, this moment made them well up with tears as well. Slowly, one by one they made their way out of the room into other area of the house in order to give them time for themselves.

The two stood there for a long time. Eventually, Janice was able to calm herself down. She pulled away from JJ and walked over to the bar to grab something to wipe her face.

"I'm sorry for that. Things have just been so bad lately," she started to explain, dabbing her eyes with the napkins she took from behind the bar.

"There's no need to try to explain anything to me mom. I know it's been hard."

"No dear," she said. "You don't know the half of it. But now's not the time to unload all of my griefs on you. I'm just so happy you're home. Jen's going to be so grateful to see you."

"Where is she anyway?" he asked.

"She's on her way. She's taking care of some last minute things before the funeral. She should be here a bit later. She told me about your conversation the other day. I knew you'd come but I didn't expect you til much later tonight. I didn't think you'd want to be around all of these people."

"You're right - I don't," JJ said. "But like I said, I'm here for you, mom. For you and Jen. Not all of these people. And certainly not for that asshole. Fuck the fact he was your husband and I know you loved the dog. And I know he took care of you and Jen. But he was never a father to me and I'll never see him as such."

Janice walked over to her son and hugged him. "I know, dear. And I'm sorry for all of the turmoil you had to endure because of him. I should have never let things get to the point that they did. You have no idea how bad I felt, and still feel about that."

"So why didn't you ever say anything, mom?" JJ asked, stepping back from his mother's arms. "Why did you allow that fucking loser to run our lives like that? Big deal he was some wealthy big shot - we were already wealthy without his money. My real father left us plenty - damn shame he died before I could even walk. But even in his death, we were well taken care of. What did this bastard ever do? What did he ever do to help enrich this family? We were doing just fine til he came along! And you just stood by and let it happen!"

JJ felt his emotions starting to get the better of him and noticed that he was raising his voice. He quickly throttled it down and poured himself another glass to calm down.

"I'm sorry," he said, after taking a long gulp. "Now's not the time for that. Is shouldn't have yelled. Hell, I shouldn't even be here."

Janice walked over to him. "Shhhh - don't say that. This is your home. And it was your home before Morgan ever set foot in it. And you have every reason to be upset. It was all my fault and you have no idea how I've beaten myself up over it. I look at myself everyday and wonder what went wrong."

She sat down, fighting back tears again. JJ went over and sat down beside her.

"What are you talking about? What's been going on?" he asked. He knew this was more than just about the fight five years ago. He had a feeling that this was something much, much deeper.

"Oh JJ. I told you now is not ..."

"Damn that, mom," he snapped. "Now is the time. I want to know what's been going on. I've been gone too long. You need to tell me what's been going on and what that idiot did to you."

Just then, Jennifer walked into the room. JJ looked at his sister and he felt his heart leap in his chest. He'd missed her terribly. He stood up and she ran over to him, throwing herself in his arms. The tears were flowing down her face as she felt so elated to see her kid brother.

"I knew you'd make it," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. She began showering him with kisses all over his face and forehead. "I'm so glad you're home."

JJ pulled back with a little chuckle. He'd always felt embarrassed when she did that to him and even at 24 years old, he still felt like a little 10 year old kid. The trio shared a laugh and the tension left the room. JJ stepped back and looked at the two of them. They looked so much alike. JJ thought they looked startling alike. He was sure to probe that later. But for now, he was just glad to be back among the two women in his life he loved more than life itself.
 
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It was nice to be back in his old room. It felt oddly comfortable - odd to JJ since he had placed his head and heart so dead-set against ever feeling anything for this place again. The house was quiet now. All the guests had left and the only other people in the house were his mother and the housekeeper (in her own quarters out by the pool house). His sister had to leave and take care of some more business and he had planned to leave himself a bit later. He just didn't feel ready to spend the night in the house and his mother understood. They made a plan to meet in the morning for breakfast. But Janice wanted to speak with him at length before he left for the night. So while she made some calls, he had come up to his room to look around.

As he looked thru his things, he was surprised that his room had been left virtually untouched when he left (he later found out that his mother was very insistent on his room being kept off limits). He came across a picture of the three of them at a picnic when he was 18 and the thought came back to mind about just how much he'd noticed how their bodies had changed. While his sister's figure wasn't that dramatic - she was still of medium build but he did notice she had filled out a bit - his mother's figure had changed drastically. Comparing the woman in the picture to the woman that was downstairs, they were two completely different women. He took a long drink from the bottle of wine he had with him.

Janice was always a fairly "robust" woman; she wasn't obese or fat or anything like that, but she could have been fairly described as "big-boned" or having a "healthy figure." The woman that he saw earlier, however, was something out of a movie. Janice had always had big breasts but what she was carrying now were absolutely humongous to JJ - easily the largest he'd ever been around. He couldn't see through the dress but judging from the condition of her legs that he saw, he knew that her body was more toned, more fit. Her face even seemed to be a bit younger and it while he knew that she had to have work done, someone that didn't know her would've never been able to tell.

As he looked through more of the items on his desk, he heard his mother raising her voice and yelling. He left his room and quietly walked down the stairs. He sat down on the bottom step and tried to listen in on the conversation but was unable to clearly understand the nature of the call. What he did determine, though, that whomever was on the other line had really upset his mother. He heard her slam down the phone and quietly start to sob. He stood up and peek around the corner and saw her sitting on the sofa, phone on the table in front of her next to a large bottle of wine and a half-full glass. She picked up the glass and swallowed the rest before pouring herself another. The room was a bit dark, lit only by the fire in the fireplace and a single lamp in the corner. The room felt both romantic and gloomy at the same time. JJ could tell she'd been drinking a bit. He walked into the den, sitting down beside her on the sofa. He put his arm around her.

"Who was that? What's wrong?" he asked.

Janice quickly wiped her face. "I feel like such a fool. I've done enough crying today for a lifetime. It was nothing. Just trying to clear up some matters dealing with Morgan."

"Apparently these matters are pretty bothersome if they've got you crying. The woman I know wouldn't shed a tear if it wasn't something that really bothered her. So what's the deal? And you might as well spill it since you know I'm not going to stop until you tell me."

"Oh JJ - just as headstrong as ever. I never could keep anything from you," she said. She took another sip of wine and snuggled closer to him. "It feels good for you to be back home. This is where you belong." She started to cry again.

JJ pulled his mother closer. "Ok, ok, enough of all that crying," he said, trying to ease her.

"I know. I'm sorry. It's just been so awful ...," she said, burying her face into his chest.

Even as he sat there trying to comfort his mother, JJ couldn't help but notice her body again. Her dress had rode up a bit and was showing much more leg than earlier. He found himself admiring the way her legs looked and once again, felt that same feeling he had felt earlier before he knew it was her mother he was looking at. He also had the distinct vantage point of being able to look right down the barrel of her dress into the vast canyon of cleavage. He needed to get his mind off of that and fast.
 

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"So who was on the phone?" he asked. "What got you so upset?"

Janice calmed down a bit and sat up, grabbing her handkerchief and wiping her face. She took a long drink of wine and sat back into his arms.

"Things weren't always great, JJ. Morgan was a good man, but he had a lot of flaws - and I know you are very well aware of them. It wasn't long after you left that things started to change. He was very good in taking care of me financially, but emotionally, things became strained. It wasn't just because you had left, but things between he and I just didn't seem to mesh. Long story short, he lost interest in me and he started seeing other women. I tried to make things right and I tried to do things to spice things back up - I wanted it it to work. I really did love him and part of me still does. But he turned very abusive to me emotionally. That call was from one of his mistresses."

"Huh? One of? How many were there?" JJ asked.

"Three that I know of. All much younger, prettier," she said, not hiding her displeasure.

"I highly doubt that. You're gorgeous, mom," JJ said. He felt odd in saying it but it was very true to him - in every sense of the word. He continued to stare down into her cleavage and started to feel himself harden. He quickly tried to get back tot he topic at hand. "So what was the call about?"

"She wanted money. That's the only real reason they wanted to have anything to do with him. Little do they know that he squandered his money in bad investments. The one smart thing I ever did was that I never let him near my finances." JJ was relieved to hear that as she continued. "And I am especially glad that I spend any of my own money on this." She sat up and opened her arms as if presenting herself to an imaginary audience.

"What do you mean?" JJ knew full well what she was talking about but he had to play it cool. She shifted a bit in his seat, trying to hide the not so subtle bulge that had now formed in his crotch.

"C'mon JJ. You're a grown man. I know you've noticed how I've changed. I know it's been five years but you have to admit I'm not the same person you saw when you left."

With that, Janice stood up and put her hands on her hips, turning slowly around showing herself off.

"Your mother got herself a complete makeover and turned herself into a hottie," she chuckled. JJ was happy to see her laugh.

"I'm not going to lie, mom. I have noticed. And you look amazing."

"Well at least someone thinks so, even if it is my own flesh and blood. And I can see that I can at least get a rise out of a man." She nodded down to his crotch. JJ blushed a bit and quickly tried to adjust himself.

Janice let out a little chuckle. "Don't be silly. You're a grown man. And you are very handsome and obviously very observant. I sure I've got nothing that you haven't seen on your girlfriends. Too bad Morgan never noticed. He never noticed anything. He didn't even notice these. Do you have any idea how big these are now?" She grabbed her boobs with both hands and lifted them up and down for emphasis. "I went from a DD cup to a damn KK! You believe that? And it's not just my tits. I got tucked here and lifted there - all to make myself more appealing to him. And he never even once touched me!"

Janice plopped down back next to him and scooted closer and took another long sip of wine. Janice was starting to cry again but she fought hard to keep the tears at bay. JJ pulled his mother closer, trying to clear his head of the fog that was overtaking him. He knew the alcohol was affecting him and he had a feeling that it was starting to hit his mother as well. She'd always been a heavyweight when it came to putting down a few bottles but he didn't know just how long or how much she'd had.

"I've been so lonely, JJ. And he flaunted the women in front of me all the time. They went on trips, took cruises - the bastard even took one of them to Singapore. Singapore! That was supposed to be "our" place!" She let out a sarcastic chuckle. "It's been so hard, JJ. I'm still a woman with needs and feelings. He was a bastard but I loved him. I just don't think he ever loved me."

This time she couldn't help it and she let the tears flow. JJ pulled her closer and she buried her face into his broad chest. JJ couldn't help himself and let his eyes fall back over her exposed cleavage. The dress had rode up even further and he was able to see the top of her thigh-high nylons. The sight made his cock surge even more and it was becoming increasingly more uncomfortable and painful to sit there with his cock in that position.

"Mom, I'm not going to try to stop you from crying and know you need the release. But if you are going to continue to sit here like this, you're going to make a mess of your dress." He said, hoping he didn't sound too out of place.

Janice got herself together and sat up. She stood up and lifted the dress up and over her head. JJ was floored as he sat there, looking up at this absolute goddess of a woman standing before him. Everything about what he saw was perfect. Her hair was a perfect mix of white and silver, cut and cropped very stylishly. Her arms were toned and her waist was nice and trim. She still had her side hips and big ass but it was noticeable to him that she had had work done on them and they were nice and toned. And then there was the thong. "Wow. A thong! My mom is wearing a THONG," he thought. Her shapely calves were damn near perfect. And her breasts. Not even the big bra could withstand the strain that was being put on it. He felt his cock creep further down his leg. This was not good, he thought to himself. She sat back down next to him.

"I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to sit here and drown you in tears. I've just held all of this in for so long. And the wine isn't helping either." They both laughed, helping break the tension. "I'm so glad my baby's home," she said. "I've missed you so much. You were always the man of the house. I should have never let you go away." She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek just as JJ was turning to address what she'd just said. Their lips met. JJ quickly sat back.

"Oops. Sorry mom. I was about to say it was ok. All of that is water under the bridge now," he said, blushing a bit at the fact that he'd kissed his mom on the lips. They'd done that a countless number of times in the past, but this time felt different.

"There's never a need to say that you're sorry for giving me a kiss, sweetheart." As she turned to pour another glass of wine, her hand inadvertently slid down his leg and ran over the large protrusion running down his thigh. She stopped in her tracks and turned to look down at her hand. It was halfway down his thigh and she was clearly feeling what she knew was the head of his cock. Janice caught herself and tried to play it off, moved her hand away and casually resumed filling her glass.

"Fuck, he's huge," she thought to herself. She'd only known three men in her life; her first love in high school, JJ's father, John, and Morgan. None of them could touch a cock like that, she thought. "Wow. I know he's made a lot of women happy with that missile," she said to herself. She shook her head. She needed a distraction. "Would you like a glass of your own, dear? Or do you mind sharing with me?" she asked him. She need an excuse to get up and move. Feeling that made her heart jump up into her throat.

"Yes, that'd be great," he said.

Having his mother's hand on his cock was a bit more than he anticipated happening and JJ need to adjust himself in the worst way. As she stood up, JJ quickly stretched his legs and tried his best to adjust the steel rod running down his thigh. But any adjustments that he tried were futile. He watched his mother stand up and walk to the other side of the room, her big ass swaying and jiggling back and forth. It looked so damn good to him; he felt his mouth watering. The way the thin thread of fabric disappeared between those big cheeks was mesmerizing.

Janice knew he was looking and it felt deliciously evil to torture him. She knew it was wrong in every way, but it'd been so long since she'd been able to make a man react like that and she relished the feeling. It felt good to be attractive to someone, even it if was her son. But she knew that this was as far as she could take it. This was as far as it was going to go. But then she thought back to his cock. "My goodness, his cock," she sighed. "I wonder what having something that big would feel?" She shook her head again. She chalked it up to the wine. "Maybe I need to slow down," she said.

She'd only made it halfway to the bar when she decided to turn around and head back. As she turned around, she caught JJ in mid shift. She stared at him in amazement, his cock looming large in his khaki pants even in the dim light of the room. JJ quickly sat up straight. She started walking back the towards the sofa and JJ couldn't help himself. The view from the front was just as mesmerizing from the back. Janice said that she was now up to a KK cup but they looked even larger to JJ. She was simply amazing.

"I think I'm going to slow down on the wine and just sip from your glass, dear," she said. I'm feeling it a bit and I need to slow down.

"That's okay, mom," he said, standing up. "I think I'm done too and I'm gonna go ahead and had on to the hotel."

"Please don't be silly, JJ. You don't need to go to some hotel. This is your home. You belong here," she stepped closer to him. "You belong with me."

JJ didn't know quite how to take that last statement and Janice also found herself not really knowing how to handle what she'd just said. The sexual tension was palpable - there was absolutely no denying it. As much as JJ wanted to, he knew he couldn't take that step. And as much as Janice longed for him to take her right then and there, she knew it couldn't happen. JJ made the first move.

"You know it's already hard for me to be here, mom. Maybe tomorrow. But not tonight. I just can't tonight."

JJ's words gave them an out. There was an odd sense of relief for both of them, knowing how badly they wanted to take that next step.

"I understand, darling," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

JJ turned and started towards the door. They were silent as they walked down the long hallway. As they reached the door, JJ turned and gave his mother a kiss on the cheek, then a light kiss on the lips. Janice felt the butterflies in her stomach again.

"I'm at the Canterbury, room 1645. I'll see you in the morning. Love you, mom," he said.

"Good night love," Janice said as she closed the door behind him.

The cold air felt good on his face. It served to wake him up. As he walked down the steps, JJ cursed himself. "What the fuck was that, JJ? What was the reason for giving the room number? Are you trying to get yourself in trouble? Idiot! But ... damn - she sure did look good. Wow."

As he got behind the wheel of his car, he knew he'd adverted disaster.

"Just get some sleep, man," he said to himself. "Today's been a weird day. Tomorrow will be better."

As she closed the door behind JJ, Janice fell against the door. "What in the hell is wrong with you, Janice?" she asked herself. "That's your son for crying out loud. I know you need a release but get it together."

She walked back to the den and sat down and poured herself another glass of wine. "I wonder why he gave me his room number ... what was that about? I don't think he meant anything by it. But I do want to talk more. I need to talk more. It felt good to talk to him. I guess I can just call him, that'd probably be safer. But I don't have his number. Hmmm I could call the hotel. But that's impractical. I should just go there so we can talk. And I can always sleep in another room. The Canterbury has tons of suites too. And If he didn't get a suite, I can just get my own. I'll just put back on my dress and grab my coat."

As she pulled the dress back over her head, she rethought her plan.

"This isn't a good idea, Janice. You should just stay home and wait and talk in the morning. Get some sleep."

As she grabbed her purse and keys, she made up her mind.

"No. Things will be okay. And I still have a lot I want to discuss with him before Jen sits down. Yes, I need to see him tonight."
 
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(Apparently so strict we can't even use the word. It starts with "in" and ends with "cest" and means " sexual acts of any kind between relatives, regardless of their age or relation to each other", according to the rules.)

Yeh, I know. But things should get interesting as we see just how close we can get to that razor. It's a short story and I got the premise for it from a scene from a show on Nick (odd huh?). Hope you guys enjoy it.
 

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JJ's head was spinning. He was buzzed, he was confused, and he was horny, with the latter being the most prevalent. He couldn't get the image of his mother out of his mind; her figure was exactly what he liked and everything about her was perfect. Except for one thing. And it was glariningly obvious.

He had to go clear his head, but he knew he wouldn't be able to do that in his hotel room. He needed something to occupy his mind. He looked over at the clock - it was still early. He picked up the phone and dialed his sister.

"Hey, Jen. It's me. I need to talk."

"Sure, JJ - I'm sure you do. I can only imagine the toll the whirlwind day's had on you."

"You gave no idea, sis. No idea," he said grumbling.

"Have you been drinking? I sure hope you're not driving, Joseph Allen Jordan," she scolded him.

"Always the big sis, huh?" he said. "I'm pulling over now."

He pulled into the parking lot and found a secluded space. He turned off the dar and opened the door.

"You hear the door chimes? I'm parked now." That had always been their routine. Whenever ehe caught him drinking and driving, she would tell him to pull over and kill the ignition and open the door so she could hear the chime of the door alarm.

He closed the door. "It's about mom. She mentioned some things tonight about that shitty marriage of hers. What's the story?"

There was a long pause. "JJ ... I don't think that's a topic you want to get into right now."

"Mom already told me about his fooling around and she showed me some of the surgeries she had done for the guy. But I know there's something else."

Jen was hesitant to go full disclosure. "JJ ... you've always known that we share everything and there's nothing we keep from each other. And I'm not saying that I'm not going to tell you, but right now, it's just not a good time."

"What the hell you mean it's just not a good time?"

"Do you trust me, JJ?" she asked.

"You already know the answer to that. Of course I do."

"Then trust me on this. Please. All in due time."

Just as Jen finished her sentence, JJ looked up and saw his mother sitting at the stop light right front of him.

"I wonder where she's going", he said aloud.

"Who?" Jen asked. JJ wasn't aware he'd said it out loud.

"Mom, I'm sitting in the Oakwood Plaza parking lot and I see mom in her car at the stop light not 20 yards in front of me. Kind of hard to miss her with that new hairdo. When I left the house she was half-na ... about to go to bed," he said quickly, correcting himself and hoping that Jen didn't catch what he said.

"Hmmm. I dunno. The wake is tomorrow and I've already taken care of everything. It's 9:00 - nothing is open at this hour for her to have anything to get for tomorrow," Jen said, sounding very puzzled.

JJ had a feeling he knew where she was headed.

"Jen, I think I need to leave. As in go back to Chicago. Things have kinda gotten whacky. I shouldn't have come."

"What are you talking about, JJ? What happened after I left?"

"I'll tell you later. I need to go get my things. Love you, Jen. I'll call you soon. And promise me that we'll lay everything out on the table."

"Ok. I promise."

JJ hung up the phone and sat there pondering his next move.
 

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