After Dad left Pt. 01

I call her a younger girl, but she was older than me by a few years. I was 18, and she was 21 when she met my 56 y/o Dad.

But let me rewind the story and start at the beginning. Well, at least at what I saw as the beginning of this drama.

I grew up in a pretty traditional household. Dad (56) travelled a lot for his sales job, and my Mom (42) was always a work-at-home type. She cooked for us, kept the house comfortable and in order, and spent a lot of time decorating and gardening and spent a ton of time on her kids. While my dad's work managed to keep him in pretty good shape, my mom was pretty much the opposite. More of a couch-potato book-reading type homebody.

Things were going really well, dad doubled his income that year, and everything seemed alright (or so I thought) until one day I came home from school and heard someone crying. Mom was on her bed, sobbing uncontrollably as if someone had just died.

I rushed towards her, to try to comfort her and hold her. "What happened?," I asked of her, imaginging the worst possible scenarios.

"Your dad called. He said he met someone in the city he was working with, and that he is in love and that he a divorce", she sobbed out in between wiping up her tears.

Mom pulled out her phone and showed me a photo of the new girl and her husband. Apparently she found her noseying around twitter and found pics of Dad and her embracing and spending a lot of time together. She was aside herself trying to make sense of it all, just as much as I was.

I could tell Dad had been calling less these past few weeks but didn't think much of it, I assumed he was just busy with work.

"He hasn't shown me any attention in years. He thinks i'm ugly, he's right. Look how old and fat i've become!" she tried to rationalize.

I wrapped my arms around her, embracing her deeply.

"Mom, it's not you, it's him. There's nothing wrong with you. You're absolutely gorgeous and more attractive than ever," I assured her, caressing the tears off her face.

And I wasn't lieing. Yes, she had gained a lot of weight over the years, but a lot of men are into that, I know I am. I've always found bbw a turn-on.

If I had to describe her physically, I would say she's about 280lb, pear shape with unusually wide hips and thick butt but a pretty flat stomach and perky b-cups. It's certainly not for everyone, but it would drive some men pretty damn crazy. She definitely looked younger than she was, maybe late 30's.

The days went on, and we coped with the changes as best we could. The divorce papers came in the mail. Mom and us would be taken care of financially, but it was the confirmation she dreaded. That my dad was really done and not coming back.

This letter is also what convinced me to try and improve my mom's life a little bit. I tried to think of guys I knew that she could maybe go out with and help her regain her confidence. After some brainstorming, someone came to mind. One of her ex coworkers she used to have a crush on but never did anything with.

I have him a call and told him my Mom had gotten divorced but he seemed completely uninterested. He was himself going out with 20-year-olds.

I had to take down my expectations a notch. So I started thinking about guys who live nearby that we didn't know that well. Then, I finally thought of someone who I remember catching a few glances at my mom in passing. His name was Darrel.

Darrel was one of our nextdoor neighbor. a friendly, easy going, and serial ladies-man charmer, who all the gals seem to like.

I went right over and knocked on his door. After a little while he answered and I told him about my Mom's divorce.

"I'll go over and say hello," he agreed.

That night, I came home, curious to ask my mom what happened.

She came over to me, with a glow on her face I hadn't seen since dad left, and gave me a quick peck on the lips as she does when I get home, and my face almost turned white.

My mom. The traditional woman who has been a homemaker for 20+ years had breath that smelled like a man's cum.

I smiled and went to my room, washed my face, and cracked up thinking about how it might have all gone down.

This was the beginning of her changes...