Holly Hope - Slut girl

"Mom, this is Larry Purcell. Larry, my mother." As I introduced them, she rose and smiled at the good-looking man before her.

"Well, I'm certainly glad to meet you. You're a handsome one, that's for sure. What was it ya wanted to see me about, Mr. – uh, Mr. – what was it again?"

"Purcell. Why don't you just call me Larry?"

"Hey, fair enough. Want a shot? Or a highball? I hate to drink alone," Mom said, grinning at him seductively.

"Why, that's fine," he said, smiling, although he had told me he hated bourbon; only drank Scotch and sometimes vodka. But he was going along with Mom all the way, I could see. "Bourbon and tap water will be fine," he added.

Mom slopped some bourbon in a water glass and filled it up at the sink and Larry thanked her very politely and took a sip.

"What I wanted to talk to you about, ma'am, is Sheri," Larry said.

"Well, I figgered that," Mom nodded. "But we shouldn't discuss her in front of her, so," and here she turned to me, "why don't you run upstairs and straighten up your room so me and Larry can talk, Sheri? That's a good girl."

I didn't have much choice but to obey, but when I got upstairs I bent over the heating air duct that came up from the kitchen ceiling, and I could see through the louvers and hear every word. I crouched and settled down to eavesdrop.

"To get straight to the point, I'd like to marry Sheri," I heard Larry say. I could see Mom rear back and stiffen like a snake had jumped up in her lap.

"I'll just lay my cards on the table right now, ma'am. Sheri is not a virgin. Your last shack-up job, Paul whatever his name was, took care of that, and since that was statutory rape, and you were responsible, both directly and indirectly, you're guilty, too. And another thing, I can prove that most of the time that you've been on welfare it has been fraudulently and I'll file a citizen's complaint on that. But let's not do or say anything nasty, shall we? I'll get right to the sweet part of the deal. I'll give you ten thousand dollars cash to swear that. We can get married legal and proper. Doesn't that show my heart and mind are in the right channel?" He leaned back to await her reply.

Knowing Mom, I could sense the shifting gears whirling around in her whiskey-fogged skull. If he had that kind of cash available, why shouldn't she capture him for herself? And, yep, sure enough, she came up with it.

"Well, now, Larry, that is a proper and sensible approach, but have you ever thought what a baby she'd be for a grown-up man? And so handsome – I'll say this, she sure got a crush on a good looker. You are handsome, Larry. I could go for you myself." I saw her lean across the table to let her boobs show better and she still had a nice pair of tits, I'll say that for Mom. "Why don't you and I get together, and you could maybe move in here with us, save ya some rent and all, and we could discuss it later on, in a coupla three four years. Like that, huh? How about it? I'll betcha we could get along first rate, and I could take care o' ya a helluva lot better'n a snot-nosed brat that doesn't know her ass from first base. Whattaya say, boy?" She tried to put on a sexy smile, but it sorta sloped off into a drunken leer.

I thought at the time that Mom took my loss of virginity to Paul pretty smoothly, but I guess she just wasn't enough interested in my welfare to give a good Goddamn. She could only concentrate on one thing at a time, and now it was centered on getting Larry into bed and her into his bankroll, I could see that pretty plainly. And so could Larry.

"You must have misunderstood me. I want to marry Sheri. I'm not just hunting for a shackup or a piece of ass, to be very blunt about it. She and I really love each other, and I'm certain that you could use ten grand very nicely, now couldn't you?" He sure had the right ace in the hole, I could tell.

"Gash?" Mom raised her eyebrows and voice.

"Cash." He opened his briefcase. "Here. All in twenties and fifties, so you won't have any questions asked as you spend it, and no record of anything. Fair enough?"

"Well, hell, she'd probably just get herself knocked up any day now by some damn fool punk kid, and then I'd have to – hmmmm, it would be better if she was mated to a real nice gentleman like you, and then I wouldn't be always worryin' over her." As if she ever did, I thought. "But I don't know," Mom continued, "You might hurt her. If I knew more about you – how you make love, and if you're nice – well, you know, all the things that go to make up a good husband, sure you don't want to tie up with me for a bit, Larry? Guarantee you I'd really take care of all your needs, boy." She got up and went around the table and unzipped her dress. "Here. Look at that. Not bad for a gal twenty-nine, is it?" and as Larry gazed at the big jiggling tit she shoved two inches from his face, I thought, she's thirty-one and already fudging a couple years on her age.

Larry reached out and gently cupped her tit and bounced it a bit. "Hmmmmm, very very beautiful. But no thanks. Oh, I'll give you a good fuck if that's what you want, but just in order to get your O.K. for the marriage. And then you'll only get nine thousand bucks. So what do you say – you want to pay a thousand dollars for one stud fee?"

He laughed. "Take it or leave it."

"Why, you sonuvabitch." She zipped up quickly and sat down again. "Ten thousand… half now and half when you say 'I do'? Fair enough?"

"No way, baby," Larry smiled. "I'll give you a hundred now, right now," and he flipped her two 50's, "so you can get a dress and your hair done, and the rest when we say 'I do'. No way you're gonna get five grand, get drunk, blab it all over, draw the heat and then back out. No way. So… deal?"

"Hell, why not?" she grinned as she grabbed the money and stuffed it into her dress pocket. "Best offer I've had in I don't know how long. Where you two gonna live? Got a place?"

Larry shook his head and smiled. "Hunh-uh. But we'll find a place. And we may not even tell anyone till after the honeymoon is over. Or maybe never. I don't care a lot for relatives and in-laws hanging around. Nothing personal, you understand."

"Hell, you kids can live on the moon for all I give a good Goddam. Be kinda nice not to have the brat underfoot."

I left my hiding place and went back downstairs, making a warning clomping on the steps as I did. Mom greeted me in the kitchen.

"Sheri, baby, I think this Larry is a real fine gent, and even though you are pretty, I think he'll take real good care of you. You really love him, baby?" she asked.

"Yes, Mom, very, very much. Everything's O.K., then?" I asked Larry.

"Sure is, Princess," he smiled and put his arm around my waist as I stood beside him. "We'll get married Monday over in Clarksville," he said, naming the adjacent county seat. "Then we'll go away for a short honeymoon." He squeezed my side and I saw a silencing look of caution cross his face, so I didn't say anything about Florida – we'd agreed no one was to know.

"Well, hell, kids, let's drink to a happy marriage." Mom was getting maudlin and friendly. "And you kids can stay here over the weekend if ya want to," she added generously. "You're as good as husband and wife now, so what the hell." She leered across at Larry. "I'd sure like to see what you've got, lover, that's so damn good. Sure you don't want a little sample of the rest of the family?"

"No way, dear," he said. "I'm Sheri's only. Forever."

It thrilled me through and through to hear him state it so emphatically, and I was happy and proud in my love for him.

Larry stayed the weekend at our house and aside from one incident, the two days went by deliriously happily. That one time came when we were making love.

Mom had gone downtown to get a new dress and shoes, and then get her hair done, so we decided to have a matinee. I was in the shower when she left the house, and before she got out of sight up the street, Larry had stripped and entered the bathroom.