Some things do change

My mom walks past me into the kitchen, she opens the fridge to give a nice long scan. Her blonde hair is done up in a big messy bun and her plain white t-shirt and yoga pants tell me she hasn't been up for long.

"Ah I'm starving! And to come down to the smell of bacon!?! That's just cruel!"

I roll my eyes as I take another bite and stay silent.

"Ah yes! This will do the trick! Mhmmm!"

She pulls out the plate she had made for me last night and pops it in the microwave. She looks absolutely giddy as she waits.

"So did you and Selena have a good time?" I say with dead eyes as I continue to chew.

My mom doesn't turn around right away and hesitates as I'm sure the memory of her night plays in her mind "Oh!... Oh well yes honey we did... I um... I hope we didn't wake you..."

I take a loud crunch of my black bacon "Oh well Selana did wake me up to take her home... She's all good by the way... But when I got back I guess you were already passed out huh?"

My mom gives an over exaggerated nod "Oh yes!... You.. You know how me and Selena get... I was even drunker than her I'm pretty sure... I... I slept like a log..."

I gaze at her with cold eyes "Huh..."

I very much enjoy how uncomfortable she is right now, but it still in no way makes us even. I sucked two cocks because of her... Two strangers used me because of her actions, her irresponsibility, her selfishness. I don't know what will make us even, but considering I never want her to know what happened I can't exactly call her on anything. Slight embarrassment will have to do for now.

"Say Dougy, what's that on your hand?"

My heart skips a beat as I look down at the number written in marker on my hand, I completely forgot!

"Oh uh... It's just a friend's number, a uh... Online friend... I would have put it in my phone but somebodyyyy is holding it hostage."

She eyes me for a second before turning back around to get her plate out "Yes somebody is... That reminds me honey I want you to mow the lawn today, I have other things for you to do but that's a good start mister."

I stand up and take my plate to the sink, I throw it in just a little to hard making a loud *clink!*

"Yea whatever I'll get on it..."

As I walk out of the kitchen I hear her huff "Dougy..." She says as though I'm gonna turn around and listen, but I just keep walking. Thankfully she doesn't follow me out or anything, on another day she probably would have but she has food to worry about right now. Nothing like a night of rough sex with weird scary Japanese girls to work up that appetite.

I go to my room and mill about for awhile. I tidy up, pace around, write the phone number on my hand onto a piece of paper, and ultimately lay on my bed staring at the ceiling. Everything is so confusing right now, but I feel weirdly ok with it. The tattooed girls, my mom, Gabbie, Selena... I don't know how but I've navigated all of them fairly well I would say. My mind returns to the glory hole, to the feeling of being **** to swallow jizz, to Selena's moans and groans as she filled me. She seemed so different then, so aggressive, so mean... Not like she was in her kitchen last night. In the kitchen it was really like we were equals, like she needed me as much as I needed her. Before she left the glory hole she seemed nice too, like she regretted how she treated me, even promising to let my do the same to her that she did to me... What does that mean?

I take a deep breath as I hop up, I need to clear my head. I actually think mowing the lawn should do the trick, I get a weird sense of calm bringing order to such an unruly thing. I throw on some old jeans, a white t shirt, and my crappy shoes I use only for mowing. As I step outside I feel the weight of the heat on my shoulders, the sun is blazing today. Bleh, within minutes of being in the sun I can already feel my hangover weighing on me, all of the **** is pouring out with my sweat no doubt.

As always I start with the front yard, I have a whole system. Diagonal lines starting at the top right corner, last week I started at the top left and the lines where going the opposite direction. When I finally finish up the last line I feel a tingle in my brain, a tingle of satisfaction. Every line came out perfect, every blade of grass is absolutely level. As I push the mower to the back I feel a bit of dread though. The backyard is a strange shape and with the fire pit and other obstructions it's much more difficult to have a uniform pattern.

As I begin in on the back I can't help but glance over at Selena's backyard. I'm displeased to see her grass is a little high and her usually crystal clear pool has a few leaves in it. Last time I was mowing Gabbie was laying on one of the chairs tanning, for a redhead with such fair skin it's shocking she can even get a tan. I'm glad she does though, the more sun she gets, the more freckles start to show through. Damnit it Doug, what is with you and freckles!?! Gah! Ever since I was little I have just... I don't know... I've loved them...

By the time I finish the backyard I think I have sweat so much that I have none left. I feel no joy looking at the backyard, when I own a house I'll never allow such a disorganized layout. As I push the mower to the little shed at the side of the yard I feel myself eyeing Selena's yard even more. I bite my lip as I check the gas in the mower, I still have plenty. You know what? I could... I could do their yard too...

I huff as I push the mower back to the front and past the wall. When I was young I would mow their lawn all the time, Selena would usually make me a snack and give me a little cash as a reward. As the years went on though I stopped doing it, Selena's wife started hiring some service, it didn't seem like I was needed anymore. Sheesh, that all feels like a lifetime ago... Like it was a different Selena... A different Doug...

I start at the top left of her lawn and begin the diagonal lines. I feel excited when I finish, it looks perfect. I also feel woozy though, the heat is seriously getting to me. It's gotta be atleast 90 degrees out here, I should have drank even more water than I did this morning. Coke, weed, ****... Jeez I really went far last night. It definitely wasn't my first time drinking, I'm a teenager with friends after all, but I went way harder than I usually do. Between the craziness with my mom, the adrenaline of my time with Selena, and the madness that went on with the girls in the bathroom, I think I pushed myself more than I should have.

I push the mower to the back and begin in on that whole mess. It takes a good deal of time but atleast her backyard is a little more organized. Plus with her pool taking up a good deal of space it definitely goes quicker than my backyard. I finish the last patch and finally give the mower a rest. I wipe the sweat from my brow proud of my work. Though my feeling of pride doesn't last as I gaze at the leaves in the pool.

Fuck it...

I walk to their little shed and grab the extendable skimmer, it'll only take a few minutes to clear this up. As I'm nearly finished cleaning out the leaves I hear the sliding glass door of her house open. I look up to see quite the magnificent sight. Gabbie is coming out and she has on the skimpy black and gold bikini from our vacation! In the months since then she has put on even more muscle and a few inches of height so the suit is even tighter than before. Her tits look as though they might burst out at any second.

"Oh Doug some things never change huh?" She says with a smile as she approaches me.

I stop skimming for a moment as I rub my neck both embarrassed that I'm even doing this and ashamed that I'm having trouble not drinking in every inch of her muscled body with my eyes.

"Well yeah... From the looks of it I take it pool cleaning duty is your job?"

She playfully smacks my shoulder "No! You jerk!... That's the pool boys job but my step mom fired him, she thinks he's the one that has been stealing me and my mom's underwear and stuff."

Oh yeah my mom said something about that last night "Huh... Well fret not I've taken care of it and I don't require any panties as payment."

She gives a sly grin "Don't require? So it's still an option?"

I feel a shiver as I imagine what her panties would smell like, especially after her few mile morning run. I try to clear the thought as I give my own smirk and speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Well... uh... Sure you could I supposeeee... Though just a pair of running shorts would do the job I think."

Her eyebrow raises "Is that so? Seems you have more in common with the last pool boy than I thought, he took pretty much every pair I had!"

I'm kind of shocked "Wow seriously? Huh, that's so damn weird."

She shakes her head "Right!?! He only took the dirty pairs too, some people are into some weird stuff."

I nod in agreement "that's for sure..."

She looks around "Well it looks great out here, I assume your mom asked you to help us out or something?"

I huff "Yea uh... Actually your mom said something about it last night..."

She rolls her eyes "I should have known, she can be so pushy when she's drunk... I seriously hope she didn't cause you to much trouble."

I shake my head "No way she was fine... How is she feeling by the way?"

Gabbie taps her chin "Better than you would think actually... She has been painfully chipper all morning in fact."

I smile genuinely happy to hear that "Good, I'm glad."

She takes a deep breath "Yup... How about your mom?"

I can't help the glum look that flashes across my face "Oh... Yeah she's fine I guess..."

She doesn't seem to notice my look though "Well good! We seriously have to keep an eye on those two they are in a weird mood lately."

I nod "Definitely."

At that moment I hear the sliding glass door open again, I'm excited as I assume I will see Selena, but quickly that hope is dashed. A tall man comes walking out in black swim trunks. He has to be atleast 6'6 with dark skin and even more muscle than Gabbie. I would have to guess he's Indian but I'm not sure, he appears to be atleast a few years older than us if I had to guess as well.

"Hey Gabbie these trunks are a bit tight, you sure there's not any other ones?"

Gabbie's grin as she turns away from me is nearly ear to ear "No babe... Besides I like the way those hug your cute little butt!"

He gives a chuckle "Alright girl if you say so..."

I feel as though my stomach has dropped, the same feeling you have on the first big decent of a roller coaster. As he gets closer I see him scan me, his brow furrows as he see's the skimmer in my hand. I notice his right fist clench a little bit.

"Woah... Is this that pool boy you were talking about?" He says through clenched teeth.

She shakes her head feverishly "Oh no! No babe this is my neighbor Doug! He's helping out now that we fired that pervert."

The guy disarms immediately "Ohhh... Oh hey man nice to meet ya."

He puts out his hand, I don't hesitate as I reach out and give the firmest hand shake of my life. I feel sick as I do my best not to have a look of hate or contempt on my face.

"Doug this is my... Friend... Aiden."

I nod "Nice to meet you..."

He nods back and breaks the hand shake. I immediately begin fiddling with the skimmer, trying to pull in the extended part so I can put it away.

"Alright Gabbie well I'll leave you... You two.. in peace I'm pretty much done anyway."

She cocks her head to the side "Oh? I guess some things do change, there is still a couple leaves in the pool... To leave them would be blasphemy in the book of Doug as far as I know it."

I feel my muscles tensing more with every word she says "Yup... Things change..."

I hurry as fast as I can to her little shed and put the skimmer away, as I head back to the mower I can see her sitting down in one of the chairs. She pulls out a bottle of sun tan lotion and holds it out. To my absolute horror the man takes it and puts some in his hands, then begins rubbing it on her freckled shoulders. As I push the mower I hear Gabbie's voice calling to me.

"Hey Doug feel free to come over and swim if you want! You look like you need to cool off buddy!"

I don't even turn around, I just wave my hand as I yell "Yea thanks I'm good..."

As I push the mower back into the little shed I feel like a fool. I look down at my clothes with disgust, my dirty pants and shabby shoes are abhorrent. The mower too, I see every speck of grease, every clump of dirt on it. Disgusting. I slam the doors of the shed unable to stand looking at such filth. I begin picking at the skin on the side of my thumb with the nail of my index finger. A bad habit I thought I had broken long ago.

I hear the faint sounds of giggling from Selena's yard as I walk back into the house. I hurry to the sink and wash my hands feverishly. I shutter as I dry them and stare vacantly at the wall to the left of the counter.

Huh...

I can see dirty finger prints on the wall. Why would anyone be putting their hands there of all places? I shutter as the echos of skin slapping that came from my mom's room last night reverberate through my body. If my mom brought those girls home last night what has she done in the past? Are these the finger prints of some other unfortunate girl that she selfishly used? Or hell some boy?

Whatever...

I resist the urge I have to scrub the wall and leave the kitchen. I feel my heartbeat increasing with every passing second as I attempt in vain to not think about anything. Each step I take up the stairs feels harder than the last.

You are disgusting Doug, nearly worthless. Yard work, dishes, sucking girl cock... The only things you do that have any value. Even those things you fail at though. The backyard looks like shit, the dishes have soap scum, and everytime a dick touches your tongue you gag like a little bitch.

Selena used you... The girls used you... Gabbie thinks so little of you she doesn't even want that much... Reality Doug... Live in reality.

I feel tears well up in my eyes just before I pass out from heat exhaustion halfway up the stairs...