Chapter 11
Because he was accepting his new responsibilities so easily, Keith was growing up faster than most youths his age. It was therefore inevitable that, young as he was, he eventually made Ellen's prediction come to pass. Not that he didn't love his mother, but as the days went by, she realized, even though he was no less amorous during their, bedroom forays, said forays seemed to be taking place with somewhat less frequency. The boy had gotten used to fucking his mother just about every night that she didn't have her period, and even then she had to blow him to keep him happy, or better yet, let him use her ass so that both of them were able to come. But now, almost a year later, toward the end of July, Keith had suddenly slowed down to three times a week. Ellen knew it had nothing to do with a lack of amorousness on the boy's part, because he was just as loving and attentive as ever when they did fuck.
It had to be another female. Her son was seeing some other female and giving that female some of what he had been giving her.
Ellen considered confronting Keith with it, but she remembered he was, after all, only a boy. Though he was shouldering many responsibilities-two more raises having brought his take-home pay to two hundred a week-he still had the mind of an eighteen-year-old, and now and again the boy did throw tantrums and go off on tangents. So she waited, thinking whatever was going on outside the house might possibly blow over. Then the roof almost fell in.
It was a Saturday evening, and when Keith came home, he had her with him. Ellen knew the moment she looked at the eighteen-year-old girl that she was the cause of everything. She was taller than Ellen, with short, ebony upswept hair. Her skin was tan, and she had features like a young Elizabeth Taylor. Her eyebrows were perfectly plucked, her brown eyes large and luminous, her nose short and slightly upturned, and a full, ripe, sensuous mouth. She was everything stunning, with full breasts like Ellen's, a small waist, and a somewhat narrower hip area. Her legs were long and lithe, and from the way she applied her makeup, it was obvious she was a model. No doubt Keith had met her while at work.
Her son introduced Ellen to Cookie Martin. It was obvious from the look in Cookie's eyes that she had something going with Keith, but it was equally obvious Keith had been discreet and not mentioned his relationship with his mother-yet. Still, it was only a matter of time-if Cookie was the one about whom Keith intended getting serious. The boy had made it perfectly clear a long time ago that he had no intention of letting his mother go, even if he did find another woman as his mother had predicted he would.
When Cookie spoke, her voice was clear, crisp, and somewhat authoritative. It was obvious the girl all but had Keith under her control, just as Keith had her, Ellen, under his control.
"Cookie's father is a widower," Keith explained to his mother. "He's going to be away for part of the weekend on business, and Cookie asked if she might stay with us."
Ellen knew there was no gracious way she would be able to refuse, but it made her angrier than hell. The weekends had still belonged to her, and now this woman was coming here with the intent of taking that away from her too.
"Sure," Ellen finally nodded. "You're welcome here, Cookie."
"Thank you, Mrs. Blackton," Cookie smiled.