Vacation

[Twixle]

Lucy was finally able to sit down after 3 long hours of standing, waiting in the airport lobby. 'Nothing's ever easy.' She thought emitting a loud sigh as she relaxed into the spongy softness of the standard class seating. They had been made to walk though first class as they boarded the plane and Scott, Lucy's son, Had made an effort to point out how comfortable the seats looked. Lucy felt a little ashamed that she couldn't afford to buy her son luxury seats but almost all of her savings were blown on the vacation alone. She had only booked the 3 star hotel they were traveling to for 1 week and she barely had enough money left to pay for their food over the 7 days. She hoped that Scott didn't expect to go on any day trips because Lucy would be unable to fund it.

However, Scott didn't seem like he wanted to do anything fun involving his mother. He didn't say more than 5 words to Lucy on the way to the airport and he had spent most of their waiting time playing video games on his Nintendo DS. Lucy's fear of growing apart from her son had been confirmed by his actions. She had booked the holiday especially to spend some quality time with her son before he moved away for collage. Once he had left Lucy would be alone. Scott's father had left well before he was born and Lucy was forced to raise the child by her self. Since Scott was in diapers Lucy had been struggling to make ends meet with her mediocre check-out clerk day job.

Some how she had managed to scrape together the money to finance a brief holiday for them both and as they entered the sunlight of Spain after leaving the airport she felt as if all her suffering was worth it. Meanwhile, Scott hadn't looked up from the screen of his DS and he wondered, zombie-like behind his mother as they boarded the coach to their hotel. Once again, Lucy had to sit in silence next to her son whilst he numbed his brain staring at the digital screen, not even glancing at the beautiful, rolling Spanish scenery passing his window. The bus pulled up to the entrance of the hotel and Lucy dragged Scott off. She had to carry all of their bags up to their room on the 3rd floor which took several, hard trips. Panting and holding the final bag, Scott's bag, she struggled into their shared room and dropped the case, sweat glistening all over her neck and chest.

Scott had taken to sprawling out on the only bed in the room, a small single next to the window. Lucy eyed a small sofa in the opposite corner and accepted it as her sleeping area for the duration of the trip. She sat on the battered sofa to get a feel for it. She could feel the hard, uneven cushions uncomfortable under her butt and she knew that there would be no room for her to lie down without her legs hanging over the side. Never the less, she sucked in her annexed and turned to her son, smiling.

"So sweety, You like it so far?" Scott eyes were still glued to the screen of his DS but Lucy noticed that the light indicating power on the side of the device was glowing red. She knew he only had minutes of game time left. Unfortunately, when she was packing her sons bag for him she had 'accidentally' forgot to pack his charger. Without his video games he would be forced to bond with his mother during this trip weather he liked it or not.

 

[Twixle]

Bump.

 

[saedo]

Scott glanced up at his mother. She was giving him the same anxious smile she'd been flashing at him for almost the last 24 hours. Clearly she was desperate for a sign that she had pleased him.

He sighed. Deep down, he realized that he was being a bit of a selfish jerk. Being a single mother with a crappy job, she'd never been able to provide many luxuries. He'd never wanted for food or clothing, but anything beyond such basic necessities had been rare indeed. She must have scrimped and saved for months to afford this trip. Such sacrifice on her part just to show how proud she was that he had gotten a college scholarship was extremely touching. He really should be grateful.

But looking at her, he couldn't help but notice that Mom had unbuttoned her blouse just a bit in order to fan herself after the warm ride in from the airport. The blouse opened just far enough to show her silver crucifix dangling just above the barest hint of cleavage. Such a display was highly unusual for her; despite being in her thirties and in good shape, his mother typically typically showed as much skin as the average nun.

But the silver crucifix reminded him of the silver pendant he'd gotten Candace for graduation. And though his girlfriend lacked the heft of his mother's bosom - despite her perpetually frumpy, shapeless attire, Scott had done the laundry enough to know that his mother wore a cup size that would make most porn stars green with envy, Candace often wore low cut tops that let the pendant bounce between her firm breasts.

Thoughts of Candace produced an unpleasant ache from his groin that immediately soured his expression once more. Mom thought she was doing him this grand favor by taking him on this surprise vacation. In truth, the stupid cow was totally screwing up everything.

This weekend was supposed to be his first time. His first! Not that she'd have any appreciation for that. He'd seen her high school yearbook; aside from the ridiculous fashions and hairstyles, she'd been a curvaceous beauty from day one. Scott, however, had been short, skinny, and pimply for the first couple years. Eventually his body filled out into a manly frame and his skin cleared up, but that doesn't was nearly three years of looking pretty homely and being virtually dateless.

That's when he'd started dating Candace. A bubbly, blonde cheerleader, she was assuredly in the top ten for hot girls at his school . Scott would never have thought someone like her would have ever gone out with him, but soon they were streaming up the windows in the back of his Honda Civic.

The one slight downside to Candace was that she didn't go all the way. She had made some promise to remain a virgin in high school. Candace had been twelve at the time, but the puritanical grandmother to whom the vow had been made had later died, so Candace had felt honor bound to follow through. But after years of getting no action, even some the-clothes-stay-on fondling was better than nothing, so Scott took what he could get for the next several months.

After graduation, Candace was free of the vow, but she now had additional restrictions. "I don't want my first time to be fumbling around in the back of your Civic."

It had taken a few more weeks for an opportunity to present itself. Candace's parents were going to be taking a long weekend and Candace was being allowed to stay home since she had a summer job. That would give them a few nights with the house all to themselves. They had made plans for the past week in preparation. A special dinner, new sheets, candles, rose petals, lingerie - Candace had thought of everything. She'd even had Scott refrain from any self-pleasure in the final week so that he'd "fully loaded".

The ache from his groin reminded him of his diligence. He'd never gone this long without jacking off. His balls felt swollen after so prolonged a denial. But it would all be worth it to be with Candace.

Except that wasn't going to happen. His mother had woken him up bright and early with suitcases in hand. Before he'd known what was going on, he was at the airport and headed to a foreign land. He'd barely had enough time to text Candace what was happening. Now when the weekend arrived, he'd be half a world away from his nubile, eager girlfriend. God knows what she'd do in his absence.

Not that he could complain to her about it. She was already uneasy about his sulky silence. If he openly told her he had rather stay home, she'd probably burst into tears, making him feel even worse. And if she knew that he wanted to stay home so he could fuck his girlfriend, she'd totally come unglued. Scott's mother had been in high school when she'd gotten pregnant, so he'd endured thousands of lectures on not making the same mistakes she had.

Upset as he was about being here, he could at least not make things worse. But even now, he could feel his anxious gaze on the back of his head. He sighed; he couldn't keep up this silent routine forever. He'd have to talk to her at some point,

Scott shut off the Nintendo and tossed it on the bed. "I'm going to take a shower," he declared. Maybe the cold water would calm him down enough to feign being happy. He stepped into the narrow bathroom and shut door behind him.

 

[Twixle]

Lucy's face dropped with misery as her son passed her, his face emotionless, to enter the bathroom. The sound of the lock barring the door echoed within her mind and her eyes welled with tears. With thoughts of how happy her son used to be she began to silently cry into the palms of her hands. Years before when Scott was young, they would spend so much time together. This was the time that Lucy felt the closest she had ever felt to her son and she recognized him as her care-free and happy little boy. It had all changed once her entered his teens. As the years ticked by she drifted further and further away from the lovely young boy she used to know and instead was introduced to the cold and sulking teen that he was now.

Scott's father had walked out on them a few months after Scott was born. There was no large fight or long struggle, one day he just decided that this wasn't the life he had hoped for and left. It had devastated Lucy who was then forced to raise baby Scott all by herself. It was as if Scott's father had never existed. He had never re-visited to see his son or even shown his face since the last time he lived with them. Lucy doubted Scott would even remember a thing about his father but she remembered a great deal. Before Scott had arrived Lucy lived the happiest life with her husband. They were inseparable and believed that their relationship would surly last for ever. Her dream life was shattered by the arrival of her child but she never once blamed Scott for her break up with his dad. If anything she absorbed a little of the blame herself, wondering if having a child took its toll on her body and made her less attractive to her lover.

After her sobbing had subsided, Lucy dried her wet eyes on her sleeve and looked up into the dimly lit room. She could now hear the running of water coming from the bathroom and turned her head in the direction of the door. She studied the door and its handle, noticing an empty key hole below. Quietly and carefully she rose from her place on the sofa and moved soundlessly over to the door, kneeling in front of it. She wasn't quite sure why she did it but she held her eye curiously to the key hole, straining to see the shapes inside. At first she could see nothing, the door was angled in such a way that prevented her from seeing inside the shower unit where her son was washing. She spotted a mirror on the opposite side of the room and realized that it reflected perfectly into the unit where Scott was showering. Lucy's heart fluttered a little with excitement as she watched her sons face, turned slightly to the side as water cascaded down his cheeks.

She found his skin to be very tanned all ready and her eyes focused on his features. People had said that Scott resembled his mother a lot in his face. Their similarities were quite obvious and it would be clear to any stranger to guess that the pair were related. Scott turned to face the mirror more frontally and Lucy's eye snapped to his chest. They traveled curiously down his body until they landed on his groin. The sight that Lucy saw made her jaw hang low in a soft gasp. In the steamed reflection she could she her sons penis stood to attention and saluting high into the air above his waist. Her cheeks had flushed a dark red as she studied his rigid cock with her hungry eyes. Although many people had said Scott resembled his mother facially, Lucy had just discovered where her son had borrowed heavily from his father. The hard cock that swelled between his legs was browned and dark like his dads. Sudden images of Lucy's experiences with Scott's dad suddenly flooded back to her.

She lost her self in the memory of her lover pounding her from behind. She could hear his hoarse breath in her ear as her cunt tingled with the girth of his huge member. In her dream her eyes wandered back to meet his but the face that she saw was that of her sons. Scott was positioned behind her, still dripping wet from his shower, deeply pounding her hot pussy with his usual emotionless expression. Her eyes sprung open swiftly and she was back in the hotel room. She could feel the heat burning from her cheeks and her eyes darted downwards to her lap. To her surprise her left hand had ventured under the hem of her summer dress and was resting dangerously close to the thin fabric of her panties. She pulled her hand from under her clothes and began to nervously fondle the sliver crucifix between her breasts.

It was a habit of hers to touch the cross that hung from her neck when ever she was anxious. Although she didn't view herself as strictly religious she was a Christian and as the clouds of desire left her fogged mind she felt guilty in the eyes of god. Having such impure thoughts about her son was undoubtedly a sin and she tried desperately to calm her excited senses. Suddenly she realized that the sound of running water had vanished from inside the bathroom. She sprung to her feet and hurried over to resume her position on the sofa. Her cheeks still glistened scarlet as she fingered the silver cross nervously, her back to the bathroom door.

 

[saedo]

Scott stepped out of his clothes, glad for the relative coolness of the air on his exposed skin. He'd been wearing this outfit for close to a day due to all the transit time. A shower and fresh clothes would be a marked improvement.

The bathroom was cramped and the fixtures were probably decades old. The shower stall was a standing-room-only affair. He frowned at the rod overhead; while metal rings encircled the rod, there was no curtain dangling therefrom. His mother definitely had definitely gone with a lower end hotel. Still, at least it was clean.

When he stepped into the shower, he realized that there was a full length mirror on the opposite wall. He gave himself a thorough inspection. Nana - his mother's mother - always said he looked like his father, whom she assured was quite handsome. Scott figured that had to be true given that Nana generally referred to his father as "That Cheating Dog" and other such colorful metaphors. Scott's mother rarely mentioned his father, but based on Nana's rants about "That Fucking Rat", his father had apparently been devilishly good-looking and had proceeded to seduce his way into the beds of many young beauties, only to skip town shortly after learning he'd knocked up Scott's mother. If he was handsome enough to bed that many women, Scott figured looking like his father might not be a bad thing.


He certainly hoped that Candace would think so, assuming their naked rendezvous ever happened. She resolutely enforced her "clothing on" policy, so she'd never seen him with his shirt off. He'd never been particularly athletic, but he'd put on some muscle definition over the past year. No one would be grating cheese on his abs, but the flesh was taut and lean down to his hips.

He was a bit more confident about below the waist. While Candace mandated that the clothes stay on, she had no restrictions on fondling. She particularly enjoyed cupping his groin in her slender hand and feeling his cock slowly extend along his thigh, stretching his jeans as tight as a drum.

He reached down between his legs and rubbed himself. At Candace's request, he'd run an electric razor over every square inch. He wondered if she'd given herself a similar haircut.

The thought of Candace naked soon had blood pooling in his groin. He turned on the hot water and stepped into stream as he watched his member swell between his thighs. He kept his hands away, letting the warmth of the water and the memory of Candace's pert nipples digging into his palm through her blouse inspire him. The heavy shaft bobbed with each influx of blood, slowly rising towards vertical.

When at last the slit at the end nearly stared directly up at him, he looked down with pride. Admittedly, he didn't have much of a benchmark. Candace assured him his cock was huge, but she was a virgin who'd only ever felt him up through his pants. His only other source of comparison was Internet porn. It certainly seemed like his cock was nearly as long and considerably thicker than a lot of those guys, but with the bad lighting, lousy camera angles, and crappy resolution, he could hardly call it definitive. Still, the mushroom head looked massive enough.

At last, he couldn't resist touching himself a little. He shuddered slightly as his fingers caressed the underside. God, how he wanted to cum. He typically masturbated at least twice a day, but he'd been honoring Candace's request to refrain till their big night together. Now his entire groin dully ached with the desire to blow his load.

Of course, with him halfway around the world, he wouldn't be getting any relief from Candace. Was there any point in abstaining now? At best he might get back hours before her parents were due back. Would she even want to go through with it if they couldn't spend all night together? Perhaps he should relieve some of the pressure?

The temptation proved too much to resist. Scott looked around for something to lube up with. "Aw, fuck!" he growled a moment later. The hotel had provided little in the way of amenities. He'd hoped for perhaps some body lotion, but there was only soap and shampoo. He knew from personal experience that those made poor substitutes; like as not, he'd wind up with a cock's skin dry and sore.

He decided not to risk it. Mom hadn't moved her toiletries into the bathroom yet, but perhaps she'd have something suitable. Her makeup bag contained a vast assortment of bottles, jars, and tubes. Surely one of them would make a suitable lube. Better to wait and see what he could find rather than abrade his dick.

Scott showered quickly, finishing with a long soak with just cold water. The chill left him shivering, but it did beat his throbbing erection into submission. He stepped out of the stall and patted himself dry with a towel.

He wrapped the towel around his waist and opened the bathroom door. All his clothes were still in his bags. Holding the towel up with one hand, he opened up a bag and began searching for clean underwear.

Glancing over at his mother, he forced a smile. "Feels much better being clean again," he said quite honestly.

His eyes narrowed as she half-turned to look at him. "Say, Mom, you look pretty flushed," he said with a trace of concern as he noted her reddened cheeks. "If you are feeling hot, maybe you should take a shower and cool off."

 

[Twixle]

Lucy flushed redder still at Scott's suggestion. The last place she wanted to be after discovering such a reviling peeping hole is in its spotlight, but as the heat of the room swelled, like a thick cloud engulfing her body, she began to recognize the appeal of a cool shower. After all, she was the only one knew about the lock and she didn't expect Scott to be actively looking for a way to see in to the room.

"Hmm..." Her eyelids drooped and she sighed, fanning her face lazily with her glistening hand. "Yeah, I think I will." She rose from the sofa and walked to her suitcase on the floor. She wasn't prepared to leave the bathroom in just a towel like Scott had so she brought her clothes in with her.

Once in the bathroom she set her clothes down on the toilet seat and turned to face the full mirror. As she studied her flustered body in the mirror she couldn't help but notice how aroused she seemed. Her black hair was ruffled and her face resembled that of a woman caught between sleep and orgasm. The top buttons of her white shirt were open, reveling the top of her wet cleavage and the silver cross hanging innocently between. Viewing further down she noticed that her left knee was cocked inward as if she was desperately trying to hold something within her crotch.

Her mind began to wonder anxiously if her sexual appearance was really that noticeable but she shook the thoughts from her mind by occupying herself with the shower. Once the water was on her all thoughts seemed to melt out of her mind as the cool water drenched her body. She stood happily day dreaming in the stream for a few moments before being hit with a shocking realization. She twisted her head nervously back towards the door as she remembered the key hole. She clung to the hope that Scott would be too involved with his video games to even glance at the bathroom door. Instinctively, her hands crossed over her breasts. Lucy felt that her actions were a bit irrational and started trying her best to act normally and not let the thought ruin her shower.

She reached for the bar of soap provided free by the hotel and looked at it within her hand. She wondered how many others had used the same soap before her. Where had it been? After considering it in her head for a short while Lucy brought the soap to herself and began to clean her skin. She worked it over her entire body, creating a thick lather of soap suds. After finishing the top half of her body she plunged the bar down her navel and between her legs. The suds covered her pubic hair like white leaves on wiry trees and she slid the bar over her pussy lips. Grinding it slowly back and forward across her swelling clit, her eyelids began to go drowsy once more.

She was brought back to reality when she could feel the power of her thighs clamping her hand tightly against her hungry pussy. Lucy, being a religious girl, didn't believe masturbation to be acceptable so she had been forced to refrain from any sort of sexual release since Scott's father had left. She glanced at the key hole once more before swiftly removing her and and placing the soap down on the side. She washed the suds form her skin and turned the temperature of the shower all the way down until it was shooting icy torrents of water down upon her.

Lowering her head into the stream, Lucy endured the cold for as long as possible before switching the sower off completely and stepping out. She grabbed for the towel immediately and wrapped it around her shivering body. she dried herself, rubbing her skin softly but thoroughly. Her hair, being long and thick, wouldn't dry by the friction created with a towel so she let it stick damply to her back as she pulled her clothes on. Her body wasn't completely dry but she longed to get back into the heat of the sun after her chilling shower.

She stood and opened the door, walking out into the stuffy room. Minutes before this heat would of been hell for Lucy but now she found it warmly refreshing. She guided across the room to take a seat on a wooden chair positioned by the window which was flooding golden light into the dim room. After feeling the rays of sun on her head and hair she turned in the light to see Scott at on the bed, his attention buried within his video game again.

 

[saedo]

Scott waited till he heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. Satisfied his mother wouldn't be re-entering soon, he undid the terrycloth from around his waist. The air-conditioning of the room felt chilly on his water-dappled skin. He stood naked in the center of the room, letting the coolness seep in.

Recognizing his time was limited, he turned his attention back to the suitcases. He hadn't packed them; Mom in her infinite wisdom had wanted to keep the trip a secret, so she'd handled all of the preparations. He could only hope that she hadn't forgotten anything.

He got lucky on this first try. The black Samsonite with the red tape on the handle turned out to be holding a collection of his clothing. He pawed through it and pulled out shirt, pants, and boxers.

His shave kit was located in a separate section. Opening it, he found all the essentials - soap, shampoo, electric razor, deodorant, cologne, comb, hair gel. Alas, nothing particularly slippery that would serve as lube.

He crossed his fingers and tried the other bags. These were mostly filled with Mom's clothing. He patted down against the fabric, looking for her zippered makeup bag. While they'd never traveled abroad like this before, they'd taken some overnight trips for family reunions or vacations to nearby states. Mom had always carried the same Loreal bag, its contents filled with a chaotic assortment of all the powders, gels, liquids, and creams that filled those massive makeup sections in any department store. If any lube substitute was to be found, that was his best bet.

Alas, he found nothing. Damn. That probably meant she'd taken it with her when she'd gone into the bathroom. Mom tended to be pretty methodical; no doubt he'd see it perched on the left side of the sink, just like she always did.

He sighed and glanced down at his cock. It dangled heavily between his thighs, slightly swollen at the hope that some masturbatory relief might be imminent. "No luck today," he grumbled. Still, probably best that he not do it out here. He had such pent-up load that he'd probably make a huge mess trying to jack-off into a handful of Kleenexes. Better to do it in the bathroom where any errant spunk could be easily cleaned up.

Scott returned to his bag and retrieved his shave kit. The room had a mirror on the wall, so he used that as he performed his remaining ablutions. He'd have preferred to blow dry his hair, but settled for towel drying it as best he could before using comb and gel to tame its wild directions.

He dressed in the outfit he'd picked out and stretched back out on the bed. He briefly tried the TV, but the only thing he could find in English was CNN. Sighing, he shut it off and took up his Nintendo again. At least this provided some distraction.

Eventually the sound of the shower ceased. After a few minutes, Mom re-entered the room. She'd changed clothes and was patting her long hair with the towel. She smiled softly at him as he glanced up momentarily from his game.

She was a pretty woman, he had to admit. With her hair wet and her clothing clinging a bit to her slightly damp skin, even he couldn't deny that she had an incredible figure. He knew his buddies all regarded her as a MILF, though they'd all learned that actually voicing such thoughts aloud in his presence guaranteed Scott's fist slamming into their shoulder.

He wondered for the umpteenth time why she'd never found a husband. After all, she did go out on dates periodically. Nana was always trying to set her up, too. Yet none of these guys ever seemed to take.

Not that Scott ever saw much of them; Mom had never brought a guy more than a few feet inside the front door. At least, not when Scott had been there to see. Mom otherwise kept her relationships away from their home and away from him. She often wouldn't even mention when she'd stopped seeing someone. She certainly never told them why. Scott had long since given up bothering to ask; Mom always deflected or declined to answer any questions about her social life.

The battery warning popped up on his DS. Grumbling, he set it down and went back to the bag Mom had packed for him. He felt through it searching for the power cord. Nothing. Great.

"Hey Mom," he inquired, "have you seen the charger for my Nintendo? The battery is nearly dead, so I need to hook it up."

 

[Twixle]

Lucy twitched her head a little at her son question. Putting on a mildly surprised expression she turned to him a said "Oh, is it not in your bag? I'm sure I packed it." She watched him hunt thoroughly though the case but the charger was no where to be found. Lucy felt a feeling of quiet victory when Scott gave up his search and abandoned his bag. She was ready to seize the moment and use the situation as an excuse for some family time. "It's probably best if you give that screen a rest for a while." She turned back towards the window and looked outside. "It's amazing weather outside, why don't we go for a walk or something? Check out the local scenery."

Even if Scott wasn't up for a walk he had no other options. If he stayed in the room by himself he would have no company and no activities to hold his attention. He left the room with his mother, although he was sure that he would be equally as bored where ever he went. Lucy put on her sunglasses and led the way out of the hotel and along the pool side. "I hear it stays hot well into the night over here." Lucy began, glancing back to her son who was sulking behind. "We could cool off in the pool later if your up for it." Scott must not of been listening because Lucy failed to her any sort of response from him. She shrugged off the neglect, determined to have fun on her vacation and opened the gate at the back of the hotel grounds.

The gate opened out into a wide alley way with a busy road at one end. The other end couldn't be seen as it snaked round the side of the terraced house block that made up the other side of the alley. Back doors to the individual houses were scattered all up the dirty, white brick wall and a dog could be heard from a window above, its barks echoing throughout the alley. As Lucy looked up and down the alley she began to wonder if she had made the wrong choice when choosing a cheap hotel. This seemed to be a dodgy neighborhood and the scenery gave Lucy a bad feeling. She looked to Scott and saw that he shared her expression of concern.

Shooting him a desperate smile, she tried to decide which direction would be the least dangerous to travel in. As cars loudly in all directions at one end of the alley, Lucy began to sway towards the opposite passage. "This way I think." She said cheerfully as she set off along the alley, Scott following moodily. They rounded the corner at the end of the alley and another straight passage was revealed to them. This one was narrower than the last, with one side dominated by large hedges and the other littered with bins. A little way down the passage Lucy spotted two figures stood close together. A horrible feeling was felt in her stomach as she examined the peoples clothing. The rags that they were wearing showed that they were clearly homeless.

If they acted anything like the homeless did back in America she was sure that they wouldn't be able to pass without some trouble. However, even after seeing the worried expression displayed on Scott's face she continued to advance along the passageway. Lucy heart began to beat hard and loud after she spotted on of the shabby men glancing back at them. Her pulse was elevated even more when she noticed them huddle closer than before, engaging in sharp whispers. They were no more that 10 feet away from each other when Lucy suddenly passed another gate between the hedges.

Almost instantly she opened the gate and motioned for Scott to follow. They hurried through the gate and onto a dirt path. Lucy had walked quite a way down the new path before her heartbeat slowly began to slow to normal speed. Turning back to Scott, she spoke quietly "I didn't like the look of them." Motioning back up along the path with a tilt of her head. "Where do you think this leads?" She asked, looking up the path with a puzzled expression.

 

[WaywardandLost]

Jack despite only having two hours sleep last night was not tired at all. He was however very restless and feeling a bit down as he was feeling a bit alone and unloved at this time in his life. His wife of eighteen years had filed for divorce two years ago and hired a shark for an attorney. She ended up with full custody of their only child and a big part of the estate that his father had left him in his will. Jack decided to change his life though and turned it around 180 degrees. He got a new job at a store that specialized in selling high end biking gear. Jack lived and breathed the business and was sent to Spain to acquire various high quality biking gear that Spain was famous for around the world. Jack also thought it would do him well to get out of the U.S. and get as far as he could from his x-wife who's lies had cost him the most important thing in his life which was his 14 year old daughter. If only I could meet a loving, caring, woman he thought things in his life would be much better. As he thought about this he chuckled to himself because he had to admit to himself he wanted a very sexy woman also. He wasn't shallow he thought to himself. He just appreciated the finer things in life. His dream woman would have white alabaster skin. He found that so sexy. Then his dream woman would also have long black hair that would contrast with her skin thus both colors making each other that much more vivid and him of course that much more horney. He was also a sucker for a woman with medium sized breasts. As the baby bear in "The Three Bears story" would say, "Not too big and not too small."

As Jack continued walking down the dirt path he spotted a woman that appeared to be in early thirty's with what was probably her son with her. He was transfixed by her beauty the second he layed his eyes on her. It was almost as if she had just walked out of his dreams. She was literally the woman of his dreams. From what he could see from this distance she had a knock out body with breasts that he would love to lick and suck on now. Damn it, why did she have to have her son with her now. Jack wanted to take this beautiful woman of his dreams right now into his arms and make passionate love to her. As she got closer he noticed that she looked a little nervous and her son a lot bored. He thought it best to introduce himself to her so has to reassure her he was not a danger to her or her son. "Hi, my name's Jack Stabler." She introduced herself and her son to him and he hardly heard her as he could not stop thinking about having sex with this beautiful woman. She seemed friendly towards him so he thought he would take a shot and invite her and her son to his home. "I'm so glad that I ran into you as I usually" have this dirt path to myself." "Not many people venture out on it." She answered in kind that it was nice to have met him also. Jack stood there his eyes brieifly falling across her cleavage willing his cock not to stand at attention as he was getting more horney by the second at the site of her. "Lucy" Jack began "How would you and your son scott like to be my guest at my Villa for Lunch and maybe a swim afterwards in the pool?" "It's about six killometers up the path and I'm going to have to insist" he said with a smile on his face, "that you say yes."

 

[saedo]

Waywardandlost, indeed. Might also have gone with Cluelessandinconsiderate; both seem to fit you to a T.

Twixle didn't mention inviting a third writer and I sure as hell didn't. Don't go barging into others' RP threads.

 

[saedo]

Fine. If you're going to be a dick about it, Waywardandlost


Scott regarded the Stabler character with immediate suspicion. Despite the man's broad smile, Scott instinctively distrusted the stranger. The man's voice seemed slimy, as if every word he uttered was coated in a thin veneer of slick mucus.

It wasn't just that he was ogling Scott's mother. Scott had seen that hundreds of guys do that over the years. No, it was the way he was doing it that seemed odd. There was a cold avarice underlying his lustful gaze. And even creepier, Stabler's expression didn't vary in the slightest when he looked at Scott.

(It wouldn't be till weeks later that Scott discovered how eerily prescient his reaction to Stabler had been. Curious about the strange American, Scott did some research on the Internet. It took some digging to find the right Stabler, but what Scott discovered made him physically ill. According to the court records, Stabler's marriage had ended in divorce in part because of "sexually inappropriate behavior with a minor". It took some reading between the lines, but apparently Stabler had made a series of sexually suggestive remarks around his 14-year-old daughter and her friends when he was the only adult around. He'd never actually touched a kid,so no criminal charges were ever brought; still, the court swiftly awarded full custody of the daughter to Stabler's ex-wife and further mandated that Stabler was not allowed contact with his daughter without supervision from Child Protective Services. Small wonder he'd later moved out of the country.

After reading through the records, Scott felt cold and clammy. What might have happened to his mother and he had they actually accepted Stabler's invitation? Would they still be alive today?

Fortunately, Fate had seemingly intervened on their side that fateful afternoon. As Stabler was propositioning them about visiting his house, footsteps approached from behind.. Turning, Scott saw one of the vagrants from earlier. The rattily dressed man jabbered at them in a slight singsong. Scott could just make out that he was asking for money.

The local newspaper would later report the man's name to be Felipe Vasquez. A diagnosed schizophrenic, he had been in and out of various mental health facilities for nearly a decade. His recoveries were typically cut short due to his tendency to stop taking his medication, whereupon he'd wind up living on the street again. Scott knew none of this at the time, of course; he had only the vague sense that the vagrant seemed unstable.

The next events happened so swiftly that Scott barely registered them as they occurred. Sadler stepped in front of the vagrant, angrily ordering the man to go away. The vagrant responded with an inarticulate screech and he failed his arms wildly at Sadler. Scott saw a sudden spurt of dark crimson arc upwards and then Sadler was stumbling backwards. The teenager caught a quick glimpse of the vagrant, whose entire torso was now liberally splattered red and whose right hand held something metallic.

Scott turned and grabbed his mother's arm, yelling at her to run. His mother lurched into motion, a scream of horror on her lips. He half-dragged her as he fled desperate to distance themselves from the grisly scene behind.

Twenty minutes later they found a house with a middle-aged woman and her three children working outside. It took some time before he had sufficient breath to explain using his limited high school Spanish what had occurred. The police and an ambulance were summoned, but it was far too late for Sadler. The vagrant's knife had nicked his jugular, leaving Sadler to bleed to death on that dusty road.

As for the vagrant, police caught up to him a few hours later. Still wearing the clothes spattered in the blood of his victim, the mentally unstable man fled until cornered in an alley. When police tried to subdue him, he brandished the same knife and slashed at the nearest officer. The police immediately put two slugs in his chest. The vagrant died from the wounds en route to the hospital.

Scott and his mother were taken to the police station to report what happened. Once it became known that both victim and murderer were dead, the police returned them to their hotel and told them that the case was closed.

Thus was it that Scott and his mother returned to their hotel room late that night, physically exhausted and emotionally drained by the day's tragic events.

 

[EDWARD7]

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