Finding mom

Jack was slowly walking over the lawn in the back of his house. He didn't want to wake his mother or his stepdad who also lived there. Waking either of them up would result in a thousand questions and no doubt being grounded for a long time for coming home late and, he had to admit, really drunk.

Coming out from the bushes in the backyard his eyes fell on something very disturbing, yet wonderfully beautiful. His mom lying on the grass tied up wearing very little clothes. She hadn't seen him yet.

Jacks brain was multitasking. In one line of thoughts he was admiring the sight of the perfect MILF before him. In an other he was furious. Furious at his stepdad for treating your mother like shit and now do this. Also mad at your mother for letting him, or any man, treat her like that.

Jack tried to calm down and decide what to do.