The Wedding

Written by Baron Darkside

Charlene felt terrible. Roy, her husband of twenty years had left her for the proverbial "younger woman". She had gotten custody of the house and a princely sum to maintain her until the divorce became final. In the meantime, she lived alone with her eighteen-year-old son, Ryan.

While there was still a big empty hole in her life, she did have her business. But it had been was difficult to return to work. Depression had wrapped its numbing hold on her. Just getting up to go to work was a real chore for the first few weeks. Thankfully, Ryan had seen her through it all, comforting and consoling her as any son would.

The day the divorce became final, she and Ryan had come home to celebrate. They were sitting on the couch sharing a bottle of CC, gloating over her victory. The family had been quite well off before, and Charlene had taken Roy to the cleaners. So things weren't as bad as they had seemed to her earlier.

They were still dressed in their courthouse finery, as they sat talking. Charlene, in high heels, an expensive blouse and skirt and Ryan in a suit and tie.

"Well, it didn't turn out so bad after all," Charlene said, smiling, sitting on the couch across from Ryan.

She had her long, shapely crossed and bobbed her foot up and down, while she sipped on her drink.

"No, no, not bad at all, for you," he grinned, taking off his tie.

He and his father hadn't been close, so departing hadn't been such sweet sorrow for Ryan. It was his mother that he was dedicated to. And he was dedicated to her in more ways than one. Ways she didn't even know about. While they were very close, she had no clue that Ryan had a secret passion for her. A love that was anything but platonic.

"I want you to know just how much you've meant to me these last few months," she smiled, raising her glass to him in a toast. "If it hadn't been for you, I don't know what I would've done."

"Hey, what are sons for...if not to take care of their mom," he grinned back at her.

"Well, just so that you know how much you mean to me," she said solemnly.

Three drinks later, the talk was still flowing, but taking on a more intimate tone.

"Come over here and sit by your old Mom," he heard his mother say to him, patting the couch beside her.

"Aw, come on, Mom," he grunted, pushing up to his feet. "You're not old."

"Forty-two," she smiled at him. "Your father seemed to think that was too old..."

"So what does he know. I think that you're damned attractive for, uh..." he said, pausing in mid-sentence, sitting down beside her.

"...for my age," she laughed, putting her hand on his thigh and giving it an intimate squeeze. "That's okay, Hon, I know what you meant. And thanks for the compliment. After what I've been through, I'll take anything I can get."

"No, really, Mom...there are oodles of women who'd give anything to have your looks," he said. "Really! Besides, I think older women are sexy."

"So, you think your ole Mom is sexy?" she asked, with a strange smile on her face.

"Uh, yeah, uh, real sexy," he said, blushing. "You won't have any trouble finding another man. That is, if you want one..." ......(cont)

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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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