Author’s Note: Welcome to my latest story. “Mom Will Do Anything” is a two part story with a few notes. First, since this is the first chapter, there is quite a bit of build-up and not a lot of taboo moves, so if you are looking for a quick hit, be warned, this is not for you. Second, last year my sister and I wrote “Erotic Shooting” and after that a lot of people asked for a mother-son version. So never let it be said that I don’t take suggestions and try to fulfill my readers requests. I hope you enjoy it.
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I pulled into the driveway and frowned when I didn’t see my mother’s car. That meant she had another shift in the break room. When Mom mentioned she might have a chance to work tonight, I begged her not to. In addition to her regular job at the salon, she has been working from six to midnight the past three nights. She had been on her feet for sixteen hours three days in a row, and this morning she looked like she was about to fall asleep at the desk.
I thought about driving there and telling her to go home, but it was nine o’clock and she had been there for three hours and would definitely be angry with me.
Anyway, it got better and once I did stop I had to put up with some idiots in suits who thought they were something and they saw my mom walking around in a mini skirt and heels and heard them say she was sexy for a woman her age, and she wondered how long it would take for her to come home with them.
I was going to tell the guy to go fuck himself and wipe the smile off his face, but my mom saw me and came over to me. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and said to me in a sly way, “Oh, I think he likes little kids”.
When my mother saw my expression she told me to go away and not come to see him. Nothing good would come of it. She assured me that he did not care what such people said and that he would calm down before he even saw any of them, let alone gave them anything.
I got in the car, frustrated with the situation. My mother went back to work as a waitress and my father was rolling in his grave, a job he had asked her to quit when they got married twenty-three years ago.
She explains that she makes good tips and it’s a good job but she doesn’t like seeing women treated like pieces of meat, while her mother agrees and she goes to school to get her hair cut but doesn’t make much money. It was a lot of money but she enjoyed it and dad made a lot so money was never a big deal.
Now six months after his death, money is everything and mother is again walking around in clothes that make her look like a prostitute and getting hit on by thugs. Speaking of money and work, I turned off the car and frowned as even that small movement made my arms ache.
My best friend Billy’s dad was a contractor, and when he found out about our situation, he offered me a hundred dollars to help clean up debris in his basement after my shift at Walmart, which I gladly accepted.
But after eight a.m. classes, classes on a sock rack from noon to six, and three hours of throwing broken cement blocks into a trash can, my whole body ached and I was desperate for a hot shower and sleep. But the five and twenty cents in my pocket made it all worth it.
I could put it on the overdue cable bill and keep it with us for another month. I could live without it, and so could Mom, but Katie and Sarah were twelve and too shy to watch TV, and I needed the Internet for school.
I pulled myself out of the car, startled by the stiffness in my back. I closed the car door and looked at the for sale sign on the window of the 2007 Mazda 626 my parents had bought for my graduation.
I got in the car and removed the sign so mom wouldn’t see it. So far, I haven’t been bitten yet, but I’m hopeful. The car is seven years old but has 40,000 miles on it and I was hoping to get 3,000 miles on it, which is a really good price.
Mom was going to kill me once I sold it, but Billy said he would sell me his old Toyota for six hundred bucks and pay off the seriously overdue mortgage with the rest of the money.
With that said, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned it on. I turned it off at work and looked like I was going to throw rocks around, so I turned it off and put it in my jacket pocket and I left it in the car.
I was disappointed to see no missed calls about the car, but there was a message from my mom telling me what I suspected was that she was at work; as I read the rest, my eyes widened and my stomach went into knots, “The credit union called, I’m heading there before the club and I’ll talk to you when I get home.”
I put my phone back in my pocket and slowly walked home. Since my father’s death, we have discovered that his company’s new “cheaper” health plan resulted in thousands of dollars in medical costs and a debt collection agency has put a lien on the house.
Not that it makes much sense since we now owe four mortgages and the bank will be ahead of itself, but it does create a huge problem for the mother borrowing the money.
Dad was out of work for several months due to his bout with liver cancer, though his company kept his benefits intact and even eliminated his pay for the first three months;
My mother barely had a job during that time and had to withdraw money from the bank to even buy groceries, etc. When my father died, the life insurance paid for his funeral, but the remaining funds didn’t even begin to reduce the debt my mother now had.
Dad had a 401k with over fifty thousand dollars in it that was supposed to go to Mom after Dad passed away, but the company now has new owners and their new policy is that we have to wait a year.
This is enough money to get mom out of the hospital and pay off the mortgage so that there is equity left in the house if she needs it for something else, like my tuition, which she is overly stressed about.
No bank was willing to help, but mother was referred to a credit agency which said it would allow them to borrow against their pension at the end of the year. This is our last resort and we all know it.
If that fails, we will be forced to put the house into foreclosure and all the money from the sale will go to them and the hospital. We will be forced to live on only Mom’s two jobs and my thirty hours a week.
I had offered to quit school and work full-time for Billy’s dad, who said he could let me work forty-hour days at a reasonable wage and join a union, but Mom said she and my dad just wanted their kids to do what they wanted. . . thing.
Dad was lucky enough to get into a company that allowed him to find a good office job through his own efforts, but he worked twice as hard to get there, Mom cut her hair, became a waitress and worked honest hours. Long hours, there was no glamour, and they wanted the best for me and the twins.
As I got to the door, the door opened from the inside and Sarah ran into my arms, “Ryan! I miss you; you said you’d be home tonight!”
“Yes!” Katie said behind him: “You promised you’d help us defeat New Sonic!”
“I know, I know, bad brother!” I kissed Sarah’s forehead, then leaned over and hugged Katie, “tomorrow, I swear.”
“How are you now?” they asked in one voice.
“Stereo, as usual.” I smiled, “But this is better than when you started,” I yanked Sarah’s ponytail, “And then you finished,” I pinched Katie’s cheek, “Now it sucks.”
“Okay, we’re having twins!” Katie announced, crossing her arms over her Care Bears pajamas.
“Absolutely not?” I ignored her protests, got down on my knees and looked back and forth between the two girls.
Identical twins, my sister’s daughter looks exactly like my mother; the same thick dark brown hair, large brown eyes and fair, delicate features. My father, like me, was blond, blue-eyed and easily tanned, his strong chin matching his stern face, which he always joked wasn’t his face.
“Well, I guess you look a bit, you know, ugly, but there’s only room for one good-looking kid in the house.”
“Hey, we look like mom, she’s beautiful!” Sarah said angrily.
“He is, and so are you two.” I hugged them both, trying to keep a smile on my face as they hugged me eagerly, things weren’t easy for them, and sometimes they felt bad about being a daddy. Struggle with the facts. “For a pair of dwarves, anyway.”
“Now stop joking around, Ryan, you were a silly looking kid before.”
I looked up and saw Mrs. Williams, our longtime neighbor and nanny for as long as Mother could remember. She came down the hallway, sweater wrapped around her arms.
“He’s still a fool.” the girls said again, laughing at the same time.
“Yes, I am a big dork, but if you can brush your teeth and go to bed without complaining I would love to read you some Harry Potter stories before bed.”
“but this…”
“It’s 9pm on a school day.” I stood up, “Girls, this is Mom’s rule, not mine, so don’t bother complaining.”
“But I want to meet Mom,” said Sarah, “we’ve only seen her in the morning and a few minutes after dinner all week!”
“Yes, I miss my mom!” Katie looked really disappointed.
“Mother has to work, girls,” Mrs. Williams interjected, “so you girls can have nice things and games and…”
“I don’t want nice things, I want mommy,” Sarah said, twisting the knife, “I miss daddy too, but it’s not so bad when mommy’s around.”
“What is it about me?” I asked, “What am I? Nothing?”
“You are neither a mother nor a father.” Sara said angrily, “You are our brother. That is a different matter. You miss your father too!”
“I do.” I nodded, trying not to let any emotion show in my voice, “If he were here, he would tell you little ones to go to bed. Now come on, I’ll read in a few minutes.” I blinked. Blinking, I said, “So you went to bed at nine, but you still haven’t fallen asleep, right?”
“Oh, yes!” Katie laughed, “That’s great!”
She took Sarah’s hand, paused to kiss Mrs. Williams, then ran through the living room and down the hall to their room.
“You look tired, Ryan,” he furrowed his brow as he looked at me, his face wrinkled further, “It’s been a long day?”
“They both are, but not as tall as Mother, and they shouldn’t be working tonight.”
“In a perfect world, no, but in your case…?” He shrugged, “She’s doing what she thinks is right.”
“The girls need that.”
“They do, but your mother needs certain things too, Ryan, and one of them is time to grieve, and she hasn’t had that yet, so she keeps working hard and avoiding things.”
“I guess, okay, speaking of work,” I pulled some money out of my pocket, “You got three extra hours,” I pulled out twenty bucks and handed them to him, “Here.”
“No,” she clasped her hands behind her back, “the bad thing is that your mother insists on paying me and I won’t charge more.”
“Please? I feel so…”
“Ryan, your mom and your dad are both good friends of mine. I wish I could help your mom, but I don’t have much more than I need, so the least I can do is give you some time.”
“Okay.” I put the money down, “Thank you.”
“I know you would.” She smiled and then turned serious, “Your mother went out after getting a call from the credit union. Do you have any news?”
“No. I’m trying to decide if this is good news or bad.”
“Well, I don’t think she’ll even tell you over the phone, so don’t worry.”
“Yes, that’s right.” I smiled.
“See you tomorrow night,” she said as she walked away, “Ryan?”
“Yes?”
“Tell your mom to go to the girls room tonight, even if it’s just to wake her up and kiss her goodnight, she’s had a few hard nights and didn’t think she was coming back.”
“I can.”
“You’re a good person, Ryan.” She touched my cheek. “You’ve grown so much in the last few months. Your mom is so proud of you, and I know your dad is proud of you too.”
“I…I’ll try.”
“You made it, your mom keeps telling me how much you try to take care of her, how close you two have gotten, it’s good that you’re closer to her now, she needs that.”
“Yeah, I don’t think I did much,” I said sadly.
“Ryan, you being there for her through all of this is enough. Your mom needs a man she can trust, and now you’re a man in her life, at least until she decides to move on.”
“I…I don’t like that idea.” I said softly, “But I’ve already mentioned it to him.”
“She won’t now, but she will someday. She’s only forty-three, too young to be alone, and very pretty and sweet. You’ll have to do it when she’s ready, Ryan.”
“I don’t want that, I just want her to be with someone who is as good to her as her dad.”
“There are good people out there. There’s a guy in front of me.”
“Well, I’m not the right kind of man for her.”
“Of course not! But you’ll make sure the next person is the same. Have a good night.”
“To you too.”
I closed the door behind her and after looking longingly at the sofa, decided to make way for the girls. If I sit down I won’t be able to stand up again. I thought of Madam.
After Williams finished speaking, he frowned. I think this is part of life and death, mother will go on to find other people, but who will be as good to her as my father? What will they do to the girls? I am twenty years old, so there will be no problem, but my sisters are younger and…
“Single minded,” I said out loud, like Dad always did when trying to solve a problem. “Today is a day we have to get through, and tomorrow is a new day.”
I nodded as I heard dad speak in my mind. Today we have to worry about where we will actually live in a few months. We don’t even have money to travel, so I want to sell my car, it will be enough for us to travel somewhere…
“Hey, Ryan!” Sarah called from down the hall, “Come read for us!”
“Yeah,” Katie chimed in, “and those horrible accents you had last time were really funny!”
“Of course my maids!” I shouted down the hallway in a British accent: “Your handsome brother is coming!”
I couldn’t help but smile as I watched them laugh in the hall, but when I looked at the family photo taken last Christmas before Dad got sick, I felt a wave of sadness remembering what Mom had done. It has been said many times over the last few months, “This house is the only home this family has ever known, it is part of our family, it is our family.”
Taking a deep breath and wiping the tears from my eyes, I looked at the picture of my mother in her favorite red dress and agreed with her. As I turned again to my giggling sisters, hiding in their beds, a thought flashed through my mind: We have to save this house.
Chapter 2
I sat up from the couch when I heard the car door shut and noticed the time on the cable box was one-five. I heard my mother’s heels crunch on the path around the side of the house to the front door, and I shook my head, hoping to clear the cobwebs from my tired mind.
I taught the girls for an hour, kept them excited until ten o’clock, and then pinky swore I told them to keep it a secret.
Then I took a long hot shower, during which I remembered how high the gas bill was, but it felt like the resistance made the water even hotter. I put on a pair of sweatpants and a Patriots T-shirt and moved to the area in front of the couch so I could catch my mom when she got home.
Within a minute, the news she was about to receive sent butterflies flying in my stomach. The fact that she ran to work at the club probably won’t be my answer and won’t be helpful, but I guess I can hope.
The door opened and my mother came in. The question about the bank was put aside and I said: “Mom, what exactly are you wearing?”
“It’s good to see you too, dear.” Mom rolled her eyes, dropped the sweater on the chair by the door, and walked over to the couch.
Mario’s Bar, where Mom worked, was a so-called gentlemen’s club, a full strip club on one side, but more like a cocktail and cigar lounge on the other, with scantily clad but fully clothed waitresses. This lounge is for guys whose wives would kill them if they went to a strip club. But I still want to meet some beautiful women.
Mom’s outfit usually consists of a black skirt, it would be great if I called it a mini skirt, it barely goes above her ass, a pair of fishnet stockings and high heels, I can’t believe she can wear that.
However, tonight, Mom was dressed like a slutty schoolgirl. Plaid skirt, white stockings and a loose tie around her neck. What really surprised me was that under her unbuttoned white shirt was a black mesh shirt, revealing her entire breasts except for her nipples, which were covered with round black material.
“Oh my god, Mom!” I shook my head, and she nearly fell into the corner of the couch in front of me, “This… this is too much!”
“That’s not enough.” She took off her black shoes. They were high heels, but adorned with the silver buckles of schoolgirl shoes. “I…” She lowered her head, quickly took off her shirt and buttoned the middle button, “I’m sorry, Ryan, I should have covered myself before I came in, I… thought you’d be in bed, then.”
“I was waiting for you.” I reminded him.
“You will, won’t you,” she smiles, and I notice that the dark red lipstick, heavy mascara and blush make her look slutty, which makes me cringe. Thinking of Mom doing this for us, “Ryan, you are a good person and a wonderful son.
The shirt was mostly buttoned up and she stared at him, “But you’re right, you did wait for me and I should have known that, I guess I was just…a little…”
“Running, exhausted.” I finished. “Oh my god, Mom, why are you working tonight?”
“Why do you think that is?” she asked, “That’s why you take shifts from people who don’t work at Walmart.” She pointed at me with her long red nails, “Even the ones you skipped class with, you better stop doing that, Ryan, or I’ll tell your boss you’re quitting.”
“We needed the money, but we only took one class, and I got an A, and…”
“I don’t care!” Mom said sternly: “School comes first, understand?”
“Okay, Mom.” This game isn’t won.
“What will dad say?”
“I don’t know,” I said, pointing at him, “I think he’ll yell at you because of your outfit.”
“Well,” Mom said, smiling, “it depends on where I wear it.”
“He doesn’t like being out in public.”
“Really.” She lifted her long legs, stretched them, and wiggled her toes in her white stockings. “This is really funny. I don’t look like I’m eighteen.”
“Mom, seriously, why are you wearing this? Tell me you don’t have to wear such…bad clothes every night.”
“No, it’s okay…” she shrugged, “One of the girls in the other room yelled, I changed her shift, but they were wearing different outfits.”
“Are you at the strip club?”
“One of the private rooms, don’t worry, the waitresses must be dressed neatly, otherwise the strippers will lose the tip and get angry, but it costs more than a hundred per night, plus tips, I made more than two hundred. …
“I don’t care, Mom, you look like this… you look like the mom from a bad porn movie!”
“I think so.” She nodded: “But thanks for the compliment.” She touched her skirt, “But you’re right, this is something special from Malcolm Stone.” She smiled: “Desperate mature waitress.”
