His Mother had divorced his father on the advice of a friend and divorced at a significant monetary disadvantage. The chief reason for the divorce lay in the fact that Jack's Father had simply tired of his 38 year old wife, Susan Hornher and had gone on to greener pastures. Susan hadn't been able to prove they had owned anything beyond their home, cars and joint accounts. Sterling had accepted the divorce with a great aplomb and a secret smile. He certainly didn't seem to have suffered any significant financial loss from the transaction, in fact, his Father never missed a beat, buying a plush condo overlooking Lake Erie, and a Dodge Viper to get him from point A to point B.

Although Sterling Hornher hadn't been averse to slipping Jack some jack on his infrequent visits, he steadfastly remained faithful to the divorce decree and he did not provide anything beyond the child support owed to his ex-wife. As an unexpected bonus, a corporate promotion and transfer to California left him little time or inclination to take advantage of the liberal visitation rights he had won in court and thus, Jack only saw his father about once a year.

That decree left Susan Hornher and her son, Jack, in less than desirable financial circumstances. Susan had sold the upper-middle class home she had taken pride in. She could not afford to buy Sterling out on his share of their home, so she had been forced to sell. She purchased a simple ranch in a middle class suburb of Cleveland, about 60 miles from Jack's boyhood home.

Their move, in the beginning of summer after Jack's junior year in High School, left Jack bereft of the friendships he had maintained and forecast a summer of loneliness for him. Additionally, the "new" house they moved into was far less than the home they had left, and the maintenance men, who kept their first home in top condition, were no longer summoned to appear at the command of Sterling Hornher, to render their services unto him.

It was not that the home wasn't adequate. It was just that in the absence of experience, 16 year old Jack, now the man of the house, was at a loss as to how things were done at the reduced level of his circumstances. He had never patched a wall or snaked a drain, or fixed a leaky sink, or any of the myriad tasks that this 30 year old ranch-style home demanded from the day they moved in. His Mother's belief that any man instinctively knew how to fix anything that needed repair or maintenance made Jack feel like he was not the man that his father was. With school out for the summer, Jack had plenty of time alone to wonder why his Mother had chose to leave his Father.

Jack was at a loss. Jack was frustrated.

Jack was honestly less than pleased with his situation...

Susan Hornher had taken the loss of her husband badly. While she was convinced that he was fooling around on her, she had not been able to prove anything against Sterling Hornher, except the fact that he had not had sex with her for the last year of their marriage. Confiding in her friend, Hyacinth Green, had turned out to be the worst thing she had ever done, next to actually filing for divorce. What seemed to be a classic case of the ex-wife gets everything turned out to be that she lost her comfortable home and now had to find employment to make the payments on the downsized home she had managed to secure for herself and her son.

So Susan Hornher, the 38 year old divorcee, had entered the work force. She obtained work with a real estate title company, working her way up from a form-shuffling secretary to form shuffling closing-agent. The pay was acceptable, but her budget did not allow them the luxuries they had formerly taken for granted. Susan worked long and hard for her money and now had a keen appreciation for the value of the stuff.

Susan now longer had the exquisite body of her youth. Her only pregnancy had slowed her metabolism down dramatically. At five foot five, she now weighed about 138 pounds. When she had married 17 years ago, she had been a beautiful 108 pounds. Her stylish, shoulder length black hair now had a few grays mixed in. Her formerly upthrust breasts tended to point towards Australia now and the once flawless ass was still flawless, only the canvas on which it was displayed, had grown. Her sexual appetite, when it reared it's insistent head, was banished with a long, hot shower with the shower spraywand she had won in the settlement. Those empty orgasms left her feeling unfulfilled.

Susan reflected daily that life was not like it had been. The sexual relationship she had enjoyed with Sterling had been most satisfying. He had awakened her "talent", he called it; her ability to react to humiliation, which he was only to glad to extend to her. A sexual bout with Sterling usually only ended after a string of full-blown orgasms for her, and she had blossomed under his tutelage. His never-ending imagination had vanished with him, along with her home, her money, and the self-confidence she had gained as a good wife and homemaker in an upscale community.

Susan had dated sporadically in the two years since the divorce. Men were not that hard to come by in her line of work. She took a shameful pride in the fact that she endured as much sexual harassment as the rest of the women working in her firm, although truth be told, the other woman seemed to enjoy a control over the men that she totally lacked. She had not been asked out on a date by any of the men she worked with, or any of the clients conducting business with the firm. She tended to be shy and deferential with the men she knew, and she was not good at sexual banter. Maybe they weren't interested in a 38 year old single mother, she reflected sadly. I've got nothing special to offer. Saggy, older women like me are a dime a dozen. Men go for the young ones.

Jack, like most 16 year olds, had raced through puberty at a breakneck pace. In the last two years alone, he had grown six inches to stand at almost six feet. He weighed 160 pounds, with the sandy blonde hair his father had. A modest, quiet boy, (intense, he reassured himself), Jack's few friendships had been immensely important to him. The one "girlfriend", he could claim to have had declined to pursue their relationship over long distance phone lines. Jack remained a highly charged unwilling virgin with few prospects for advancement. What he found incredible was that his Father, who had it all, had been able to leave his Mother so easily. Jack remembered a night long ago, when he was eleven, in the old house.

One Saturday night, after midnight, Jack was awakened from a deep sleep. His bedroom was down the upstairs hall from the room his parents had shared. Jack had been awakened by a sudden cry he could not identify, and he was startled and curious. The cry was not repeated, although he could hear murmurings from down the hall. Jack slipped out of his bed, his feet hitting the carpet without a sound. His head seemed to be pounding to a beat that had started in his groin. He could not understand what was happening. He felt weak in the knees yet somehow supernaturally aggressive at the same time. He had to see what was going on in the house. Was someone in trouble?

Jack slipped out of his open bedroom door and crept silently down the hall. His parent's bedroom door, usually closed and locked at this hour of the night, was cracked open. Jack's head swam as he tiptoed closer to the sliver of light escaping from the room. He felt that he could either faint or jump straight through the ceiling at any instant.

Jack had received his fair share of sexual knowledge, like any boy his age, from whispered tales at school as well as HBO and the Playboy magazines his friend, Eddie, had regular access to. He knew the basic difference between a man and woman, though until now the differences hadn't made much of an impact on him. Now he suspected that such differences were extremely important to his father, whose voice he could hear.

Jack halted at the door to his parent's room, stopping mechanically, as though he was drugged. His head was singing--he could hear the blood rushing in his ears. His conscience screamed at him, asking him if he really wanted to do something so wrong--looking into his parent's bedroom, and he was guiltily able to ignore the question. He was drawn to the light.

Inside his parent's comfortably large bedroom, he could clearly see the bed, a four poster high-mattressed affair. His Mother and Father were both on the bed. Both were stark naked--the first time Jack had ever seen either a grown man or woman naked in real life.

Sterling Hornher's naked body partially obscured Jack's view of his Mother. Susan Hornher was on all fours, facing the headboard of the bed, away from Jack's line of sight. Her head was down towards the pillows, though Jack didn't really notice at the time. He was staring directly at her rump, which faced Jack indirectly, Sterling Hornher had the commanding view.

Susan Hornher's backside was presented to Jack's gaze and he found it fascinating beyond speech. He could clearly see the vagina and puckered butthole that he had heretofore only seen on the actresses and models of his pornographical forays with Eddie. He leaned against the door frame, feeling stunned and weakened. He prayed that neither parent would hear him, because he was incapable of escaping at the moment. His penis, which felt strangely large when he had awakened, now seemed to contain the majority of his life's blood. It throbbed along in time with the wild beating of his heart.

His Mother's ass and vagina could not compare quality-wise with the younger women Jack had seen in the movies and magazines. But she had an immediacy, if only second-hand, that Jack could not believe. Her ass was larger than any butt those models had, and her vagina seemed larger somehow, in a way that Jack could not comprehend. Jack could sense a tension in the room, that he did not understand. He knew they were, "having sex", but the intimacy he had expected was missing. Then his Mother spoke and Jack was able to understand what was going on, although he didn't figure out the ramifications until after the divorce.

"One last time, and then we'll try something else?", Susan said, buried face down in her pillow.