We were surrounded and the only buildings in front were grain silos and farm houses and there wasn’t any traffic coming our way or tailing us. It was a cornfield, which were common around her, but usually just on one side. She thought about it as she turned “I thought these were supposed to be tough choices.” Um…” He was desperate to get her back, but all of this was really just an attack on me. “Sure, Mike,” Mom said, giggling, teasing. There was a chorus of “Ew!” “Gay.” “Gross, dude.” And Michael was adamant he’d made it with like twenty girls last week. “I don’t know… Michael looks like a virgin so he’d probably finish quickest.” “I answered yours! Let’s hear yours? Or you going to say ‘Both’ too?” She was a devil of a woman. The two guys in the pilot seats, Gabe and Louis, turned and laughed and high-fived as Blake just shook his head and Tommy and Michael looked out the window, inching away from Blake. “All right, then Blake, would you rather jerk off Tommy or Michael?” Blake was in the middle of the bench seat in back between Tommy and Michael.
“Blake asked that?” she said, looking in the rearview.
“What? They’re both fun if you’re in the mood.” The light turned green in the silence and the car revved up. There was a silence at a light as everyone looked around at who’d man up and say it. “It’s not really something I want to play with my mom.” “It’s got to be something awful or sexual or maybe two options so good that it’s tough to choose either,” Gabe said. “This wasn’t a game when I was a kid,” she told us. “It’s got to be two tough choices,” I said. Keep you fitting into clothes and looking good.” I thought I’d make you boys something with vitamins. “I’m just warming up! And it’s practical. “So would you rather…” She paused to think, tapping on the steering wheel. “They like it because it makes me uncomfortable. A lot of crosswalks with students that never paused. She was smart enough to know the game they were playing. He swore that was the game, two awful choices and you had to pick one. Like inside.”Įveryone had pretty much the same reaction, calling him gay, refusing to answer. On our drive home from class, this kid Blake sent one that made me turn around and go, “Really?!” He’d sent, “For half a million dollars, would you rather get fucked in the ass or in the mouth? Both to completion. She had a mini-van and the guys in back would whisper and giggle and I’d hear, “Would you rather…” then a bunch of text alerts and my phone would vibrate and I’d look and it’d be like two photos of porn stars covered in jizz that I’d avert from my mom’s view.Įveryone would respond to the group text and if I didn’t, I’d get ragged on so I’d pick. New perfume?”īut there’s still something about being in college, on crutches, and having my mom drop me off at school that I couldn’t get over. She wanted it, they were sure, and sometimes they’d flirt, “Looking nice, Mrs. And the guys liked her, joking the way guys do about my hot mom, her fake tits (no proof of that!), and how she’d get dressed up for giving us a ride to school while we were in ripped jeans and faded T-shirts. By senior year, we didn’t even pretend to hide our Solo cups. That first she came down for frozen pizzas, we freeze, waiting for trouble, yelling, a lecture, a look, anything. Most of the guys knew her since elementary school when she chaperoned field trips and when we got to hanging out in high school, she’d never bust us for sneaking a few drinks during poker games in the basement. She lived just four blocks away and she was a cool, stay-at-home mom. Only one other guy had a car in the house and we couldn’t all fit so… My insurance didn’t get me a rental either. Insurance did most of the work and there was one witness who said the other guy was speeding and that alone made him responsible and I didn’t have to pay.īut I also didn’t have a car for a few months while the court case was being fought.
But I was the slow, patient driver that braked on yellow. The other driver had T-boned me after, according to him, I ran a red light. Sometimes I’d walk in and just them making out would make me turn around, get in the car, and go for a long drive. It was worse when the other guys were in relationships too because I was never comfortable lying in bed, trying to sleep, while some hottie bit her lip trying not to moan as she got finger banged. It was like 3 bedrooms and we crammed 9 guys in there. My second year of junior college, my friends were living in a rental duplex in the neighborhood most of us grew up in.