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Curtis and I were best friends growing up. In high school, we competed with each other in sports and academics. I was the captain of the football team. He was the captain of the basketball team. I graduated just ahead of him for the highest GPA but his SAT score was 100 points better than mine. He got a scholarship to an Ivy League school while I accepted an appointment to a national service academy. He was the embodiment of every parent's dream son.

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At age 18, Paul Worthington had it all and was the envy of all his classmates at his high school in the upscale area of Holmby Hills in Los Angeles, one of the richest neighborhoods in California. Not only was Paul good looking, standing 6'1" tall weighing about 195 pounds, with sandy brownish blonde hair, green eyes, muscular shoulders and "six pack" abs, he was also the star of the basketball team, playing power forward and the star wrestler.

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The mom's set the rules and Dad gets involved. I woke in the night, to find Aunt Marie sliding into my bed. I felt her cuddle up to me, her hand wandering mischievously. "That was mean of you, Jeremy, to let me fall asleep in the horny clutches of my son. Your Momma had him so worked up, he had to take it out on me," she pouted.

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Technology is a wonderful thing. It has created an entire virtual world of passionate sexual activity. I have indulged this new and thrilling virtual existence in many ways. I just never dreamed it might include my mother. I married and was quickly left by a girl I met straight out of college. She was cute but a bit flighty.

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We texted back and forth the next day, and the day after that. I was like we were afraid to Skype again, for fear of, ... I don't know what. Afraid it would happen again? Not really, I wished it would. Afraid that she would be forever freaked out, once she had come back to reality? Very!

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I was feeling dejected. The latest girl I had asked to the Sweetheart Dance, had rejected me out of hand. At twenty-two, I wasn't a bad looking guy it's just that the local Monterey women had plenty of men stationed at Fort Ord from which to choose.

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Please vote, comments are always welcome. All persons in this story are over 18 * There was luggage in the entryway when Daniel opened the door to his apartment. From the burgundy color alone he was pretty sure it was his mother's, the monogram on the side, GHM, confirmed his suspicions. He took a moment to look it over, too many bags for just a visit.

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So, maybe based on true events. Several years ago while attending a conference for my then employer, had a presentation by a Mom and son team as described in the story. As the day long presentation went on, it seemed to me as if there was a very complex relationship going on...lots of touches, looks and caresses and so the idea for a story began and now I've finally set it down on paper. I hope you like it. As always, this is a work of fiction...inspired by real life events, changed just enough. The characters exist only within my wishful imagination. If I'm anywhere near accurate, it was luck...lol. Again, enjoy!

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Look, I know I'm not perfect. I have some problems. I have been to shrinks. They have given me pills. If I took enough of them I could pretend I was normal but that was all it was, pretending. I don't take the pills anymore. I am nineteen. I guess I probably should. I will probably go see if there are any left in the cabinet. I'm not violent. Don't get that idea. I'm just fucked up.

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How humiliating. Here I am, a once-successful thirty-something, happily married, or so I thought, two kids, great house, great life, blah, blah, blah. And now...I'm looking up at the façade of my old childhood home, watching the moving men carting in the few boxes I have, the remnants of that successful life that's now wrecked to hell and back. Ye gods, does anything spell "loserville" like moving back home with your mommy???

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