Offered sanctuary

Mark’s mother was leaning against the counter in the kitchen, smoking a long, thin cigarette. For all her happy-go-lucky hippyish vibes, there was a strange, but solid edge to the woman that it took a little while of knowing her to see. A hint of a previous life perhaps… a previous state of being, which could only be seen when she was surrounded by twisting veils of smoke or was quite so comfortably wearing one of her old, beaten leather jackets. It was an aspect of natural, old-school cool that had always drawn Stacy in even more to liking the otherwise seemingly air-headed older woman. Yet also intimidated her a little. This was a woman who had seen a lot in her life… that much was certain.

Ms. Jay just looked at her for a couple of seconds. Took in the sight of a fresh, young girl; in the last of her teens and dressed to less-than-impress. Her hair was loose and wild. Her top was still hoiked up and ruffled, revealing the bottom half of one of her breasts. Her already-short skirt had been tucked up into the waistband of her tights, which themselves were obviously torn open beyond repair. Liquid trails dribbled out of her, from both the corner of her mouth and the completely unveiled nest of her womanhood. The girl was a mess. But still she tried to stand with confidence. With stubborn challenge. As if stating: ‘Yes. This is what I let your son do to me. What of it?’ The older woman’s eye flashed at that. She seemed pleased by it. She reached over and stubbed out her cigarette.

“Did they make you do that?”

“No. I-”

“Is that who you want to be?”

“Yes! I feel-”

“Are you in love with either of them?”

This one made Stacy pause… She looked at her opposite long and hard. Beginning by trying to work out what the woman might want her to say… but then relenting to giving the question its deserved amount of thought.

“...No… I don’t think so… Not in the way that you mean anyway…”

Ms. Jay stared her down for a few seconds more… then breathed out a long sigh of relief.

“Good. Teenage love triangles can get so complicated… and generally don’t end up well. I take it you’ve been doing this for a while?”

“Sort of… a little while… bits and pieces…”

“And I presume that none of your other parent’s know?”

“Oh, hell no! Can you imagine what they’d do to us-”

Stacy stopped… suddenly remembering the current situation she was in. The older lady cracked a smile.

“Well I’m glad I’ve fostered enough of a welcome for you here that you think of it as a safer place… It’s important y’know… for kids like you to have somewhere to explore becoming adults in… I’ve always believed that…”

The woman had glanced down to Stacy’s openly visible pussy again. She raised an eyebrow at the little dribble of white that was just becoming apparent there.

“Oh! But you shouldn’t let them cum in you like that lovely… A teenage pregnancy would ruin your figure… and career!”

Stacy suddenly became subconscious, dropping her hands to her cooch and twisting on an ankle… That was a concern she’d been berating on herself…

Now the older woman seemed pleased to grab hold a direction she could drive in, as a concerned parent guiding a young friend of her child.

“I’ll take you over to the clinic first thing tomorrow. You don’t have to tell your parents anything. We’ll get you some advice and make sure you aren’t in trouble already… I don’t know, I thought you were smarter than that, my dear… I was so happy when Mark first brought you home…”

She seemed to trail off, thinking of distant things… Then stood up and started rummaging in a cupboard.

“I take it you and Peter are staying for food?”

Stacy blinked. Startled by this sudden return to normality. She couldn’t even decipher the new line of questioning for a moment.

“Err… yes? … I think… If we can? I’ll ask… err, thank you?”

The woman just nodded and continued gathering ingredients. Stacy stared at her for a few seconds more, not quite believing the outcome of this discussion. But no further interrogations came… so she turned on her heel and loped away, head swarming with her own questions.