“I really mean it…” I tried to fend off Jennifer’s hands as she grew more aggressive. “Are you really going to destroy your relationship with your daughter over this? What about your husband?”
I was completely shocked that she seemed unmoved by my protesting. She was an adult, after all, and she had a husband and kids. The idea that she’d act this way and be so reckless just left me shocked. I wanted to be firm with her, but the only thing getting firm was my erection, which seemed to betray me. As soon as she saw it erect, she was like a hyena pouncing on it. She grabbed it in her hands and started stroking.
“You’re saying that like Samantha is even my husbands…”
I jerked up, feeling like I was slapped. “She’s not?”
“Are you sad you’re not my first affair?” She asked with a mocking tone. “I had an affair back then and became pregnant. Samantha’s real father was not the kind of husband I wanted taking care of my home, so I naturally married my husband instead.”
She spoke those words casually and then leaned down in my lap, her mouth heading for my cock. Her words had caused me to freeze in my place. What were the chances that my childhood friend had such a similar upbringing as me?
The only difference was that where my mom and dad failed to stay together, Jennifer had successfully hoodwinked her husband and remained married all of this time. How many other affairs had Jennifer had over the years. I had always taken for granted her pursuit of me, but I was starting to realize that Samantha’s mom was a bit of a predator.
That left me thinking about my father, who had similarly cheated on my mother and then dumped her with me. When dad had recently reappeared in my life, all I had wanted was to reconnect with him. After finding out what mom had done, it became all too easy dumping all responsibility on her and forgiving dad his irresponsibility. Yet, he had taken money from mom, put me into several dangerous situations, and didn’t give a single shit about my safety.
Samantha’s mom was the same way. Was Jennifer any better than my father? Just as I was thinking that I felt her tongue touch my cock. I reacted suddenly, my mind already reaching a point of panic. I turned away, trying to keep her from touching me. My knee went up and hit her face. She pulled back, grabbing her eyes and letting out a cry.
“Shit! What the hell?”
“You’re a real piece of shit!” I shouted, glaring at her angrily.
“Me?” She snapped back, covering one eye. “You’re cheating on my daughter just as much as I’m having an affair. Who’s the real piece of shit? Fuck, that hurt.”
“I’m leaving.” I tried to unlock the door, but she immediately hit the lock.
“You’re not going anywhere!” She responded darkly, reaching out and grabbing my arm.
“Stop it! We’re done.” I shot back, trying again to unsuccessfully unlock the door.”
“I didn’t say you can leave.” She reached out, grabbing at my clothing and trying to rip it off.
I realized she was trying to pull off my pants. The more I looked at her, the more I grew angry. My anger wasn’t directed at her. I cared for Samantha, and it did suck that she had such a piece of shit mother, but it was my dad that was burning in the back of my mind. I had tried to reconnect with him. I tried to be the son he wanted. Yet, he had left me. He had abandoned me, never once showing me how to be a man. Was it so surprising I screwed up so much?
I kicked with my feet, shoving my back against the door. I kicked her arm, causing her to let out a scream. She then lunged at me, her hands going for my throat. At least, that’s what I thought, but she immediately grabbed my chest and tried to rip off my shirt. She was like an animal, completely losing her reason.
“Stop! I said stop!” I shouted as her nails scratched my chest and I tried to kick her off of me.
Her breasts were still out and flapping in my face, and my pants were halfway down my knees. This was a somewhat laughable situation, but I wasn’t smiling. I was angry and scared. I felt confusion and desperation.
I heard the click of a door open, and suddenly Jennifer was being pulled out from the driver’s side. She was pulled right out of the car, and it was only then that I saw it was Samantha. She had grabbed her mother by the ankles and yanked her right out of the car. Our eyes met. I was half unclothed and breathing hard, while Samantha just had a stunned look on her face.
“What are you doing?” Samantha asked.
Their actions had drawn a few other spectators, but they all remained far enough back. Either way, the cat was out of the bag now. Jennifer crawled back up to her feet and shot Samantha a glare.
“It’s none of your business, kid. I was just putting a slut in his place.”
“That’s my boyfriend!” Samantha snapped, her eyes narrowing.
Jennifer grinned. “He’s just a fuck boy, and you know it.”
“Y-you asshole… I’m telling dad.” Samantha took a step back.
I used the opportunity to unlock the car door and stumble out the other side. I put my stuff away and quickly tried to hide any of my exposed body, especially since one of the spectators was leering at me in an unflattering way. I turned away from them, walking around the car.
“You’re not going to say a thing,” Jennifer responded darkly.
“You’re not going to tell me what to do!” Samantha snapped back. “We’re leaving.”
When Samantha saw me, she pushed past her mother, brushing her shoulders as she headed toward me. She reached out her hand to me to take it. Even after everything that happened, she still wanted to go with me? I didn’t see what expression Jennifer was making, but she suddenly turned and struck Samantha from the side, causing her to stumble and fall. Something about seeing her get struck by her mom caused me to snap. I leaped forward, and just as Jennifer turned with a wicked grin on her face, my fist met it. I slugged Jennifer.
She stumbled back, hitting the car door. Grabbing her chin, she looked up at me, a shocked and appalled look on her face.
“Y-you… you can’t hit me,” she said, making two fists and then lunging for me. “Yo-you’re just a boy.”
She took a swing, but I dodged, and then I slugged her a second time. This one was an uppercut. I felt really bad fighting a woman, but I was so angry that I wasn’t even seeing her, I was seeing my dad.
She stood for a second, and then let out a long whining gasp before falling back and hitting the ground. There was cheering as the onlookers all clapped. Hearing a groan, I turned to Samantha and helped her up. She was scratched up and might have a bruise, but she was otherwise fine.
“Did… my boyfriend just beat up my mom?” She asked helplessly, looking at her mother laid out on the ground.
“You say that like it’s hard.” I frowned.
She looked at me, and then let out a little laugh. I couldn’t smile with her though. After a moment of hesitation, I spoke up.
“She… and I… for a while now we’ve been. That wasn’t the first time.”
Samantha’s smile grew sickly, and her body grew taut with anger. “That… fucking bitch.”
“Samantha… you can’t blame her for all of it. I’m at fault too.”
As much as it would be easy to pin it all on her mother, I had to take responsibility for my part in all of that. Samantha’s body relaxed, and she shook her head, giving a small sigh.
“I’m not angry at you, Noah. I’m just… I’m just shocked. I can’t believe my mom, I can’t believe she…”
“About that…” I felt even worse as I thought about the next part. “Your mom, right before this all started, she told me, she said…”
Samantha put her finger on my lips. “You don’t have to say anything.”
“But… you need to…” I stopped as she shook her head, and the look in her eyes told me that I didn’t need to continue.
“It’s alright, Noah. I… always suspected that mom was like that. We’ve never gotten along. I just never thought I’d find out this way. However, it’s fine. Dad will be better off without her, and he’ll always have me.”
Looking at her standing there with a bruise on her cheek, I suddenly felt a bit shy. “What are you doing, suddenly acting so cool?”
“You think I’m cool?” She turned, her eyes looking so bright that I couldn’t help but laugh.
“No, not anymore.”
She sighed. “Can’t you just give me this much? My boyfriend already fought my battles for me.”
“You also saved me too,” I responded.
She looked up and smiled. “Then, we saved each other. Doesn’t that mean I have one up on Abigail? We’ve been through a traumatic event together.”
“You read too many comics…” I laughed.
“What? This is totally in line with a loving pet needing to be put down or any of those relationship challenges.”
The pair of us laughed and talked like we were the only ones there. Of course, the police were called and by the time Jennifer came to she was being put in cuffs and shoved into a cop car. We had to give our statements, and my mother came to pick me up.
“It’s going to be a long time before we’re going to be able to go out together again.” I sighed, seeing that my sisters had all piled into mom’s car too.
There wasn’t even room for me, and they were all giving me worried looks. Mom honked her horn twice. At this point, the cops were leaving and the crowd of onlookers was dispersing.
“Your sisters… huh?” Samantha coughed. “Still terrifying to me.”
“Well, maybe they’re just as scared of you as you are to them,” I responded.
She laughed, but before she could say something there was another honk as her father drove up. She looked back at her car and cringed.
“This is going to be tough. I’m going to have dad crying on my shoulder all night.”
“Samantha… I really am sorry.”
Samantha shrugged. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
The pair of us kissed, but then I heard a honk, and when I looked, all of my worried attention had turned to jealous glares. Samantha flushed too.
“Well, time to woman up.” She took in a deep breath. “I’ll see you later, Noah.”
Samantha turned and ran to her car, speaking a few words to her father before getting in. I got a glimpse of her father who had been weeping and still had tears down his face. I wasn’t sure if I could handle having to comfort a man who was crying. That would be too much for me. I heard the third beep, and I turned to the car.
“Alright! I’m coming!”
I had to deal with six sisters and a mother who were probably going to ask me all kinds of questions. Jennifer had a black eye and was going to face some assault charges, but she was getting off much easier than if her actions had been discovered by my family first.
“Woman up, huh?”
I had managed to break off two toxic relationships, and it was every bit as uncomfortable and painful as I had expected. However, this was just the start. If it was Samantha’s time to woman up, I still needed to man up.