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Seven Days with Mom

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Bright lightning illuminated a brilliant pathway in the sky, lifting my eyes skyward as thunderstorms roared and growled like lions. Although the driveway was still dry, the dark clouds circling above and the 300 million Volt of flash piercing through the early Sunday morning darkness meant things were going to get wet, very wet, very soon.

As I tied my shoes and looked out of the window from the living room, I knew going out in this weather was crazy, but she was determined, and if she was determined, she was determined.

I told her last night that not going hiking in the morning would not bring the sky down. After all, we went hiking yesterday and had been doing it nearly every weekend for over two years, but she started calling me a sissy for being afraid of rain, so I gave up.

"Ready?" Mom asked, looking at me with her blue eyes.

"Are you sure?" I said as I got up from the couch.

"You gotta keep them in shape if you wanna man," she replied, running her hands over her green shorts and thighs, which were toned and firm even at the age of 39.

"I don't wanna man," I said as I opened the front door.

"Not even Tim?" she inquired, lifting her arms to tie her shoulder-length ...

... blonde hair in a bun as she stepped out of the house.

Tim, who was 6'1, 177 pounds, or 80 kilograms, and a quarterback on the school team, was one of my friends.

"Huh?" I exclaimed as I turned my face toward her and looked at her.

"I know he won't mind climbing me," she said without looking at me.

"And how do you know?" I asked, looking at her in jealousy and anger.

"I know," said Mom, or Stephanie.

"But how?" I repeated though somehow I managed to keep my voice calm.

"You can tell. Just like I can tell you wanna climb Ann."

The first feeling that hit me when she said that was shame, utter shame. I had no idea she knew I fancied her friend Ann.

Granted, I acted like a puppy in front of Ann, always trying to please her, and my eyes were all over her breasts, but I was under the impression that I didn't make it so obvious.

Ann was 5'5, had black hair, brown eyes, and a big rack that stood out on her petite frame. And boy, she loved showing that rack. I think she only bought tops and dresses that displayed her assets. That she was single and had no children further attracted me as my 18-year-old brain told me she was available.

Just then, a thought flashed through my mind that I should ask Mom whether Ann fancied me, but of course, I didn't.

We were by now on the dirt track and halfway through the hiking trail. Usually, there were fellow hikers, but today, there was nobody, probably due to the weather.

"You've gone awfully silent. What ...