He goes to bed

Matt went in to check on his mother... who was drunk and asleep on the bed, then peeked over the Chinese screen divider to make sure Karen was okay... she seemed to be asleep also.

He really felt like he should be doing something... pull some miracle out of his hat... and nothing came to mind. He was eighteen. He was still in High School. He didn't have a job, didn't have any skills beyond sweeping pools, and now he didn't even have a whole family. {if wendydate2=true}Maybe Mrs. Fellers was right and he really was some kind of slum-dog doomed to a shit life.{endif}

Sitting and moping wasn't doing any good, though. And while he suffered a momentary temptation to find some of the scotch his dad always had around and get drunk himself, he resisted. Drinking sure hadn't helped either of his parents.

So, he went to bed.

Sleep didn't come easily. It had cooled down outside but the windowless laundry room retained the heat of the day... and the moist humidity of laundry.

He lay naked on top of his sheets, turning over from side to back to the other side trying to find a comfortable position... and failing.

Finally, though, he just shut his eyes and counted his breaths... a trick that always, eventually, seemed to distract his brain from racing and let him sleep.

He actually had almost drifted off when his door opened. "You awake?" Karen peeked in.

"Yeah."

"Me too. Can I sleep with you?"

{if ****=false}"You're not playing games, are you?"

"No. I just don't want to be alone."

{else}"I'm not really in the mood." Boy, those were some words he thought he'd never say. Regardless, they were true.

"Yeah, me neither." She wore a tiny nightgown that covered about half of her ass and was sheer enough that her nipples might as well be naked. If the nightgown had a bottom part, she'd dispensed with it, her shaven pussy was completely exposed to the air. And, all of a sudden, maybe he was in the mood.

"Scooch over," she said. "And don't rub that dick on me. When I said I wasn't in the mood, I wasn't lying. Unlike some of us."

"I'm a teenage guy," he reminded her. "I react to hot women."

"Shut up. Now scooch." She cuddled next to him, her naked ass pressed against his rigid cock, her head on his shoulder and then she grabbed his hand and put it on her tit. "Yeah, it's not fair and I'm probably being a pricktease but I need comforting. So be comfortable, Matt. I'll pay you back, I promise... but not tonight."{endif}

"No problem, Karen. I've just been lying here thinking about how I don't have a family any more."

"Shut up. You do too have a family. As long as I'm alive you have a family and don't you ever forget that, asshole."

Surprisingly, that was more comforting that he would have thought it would be. After listening to Karen's breathing slowly even out and then grow softer, he drifted off into sleep.