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Mom makes a decisionThirty-seven-year old Barbara Nucastle looked at the motel room with a critical eye. She had grown used to the five star places her husband had introduced her to and hadn’t been in one like this in about twenty years. It wasn’t like it was bad. In fact it was like many of the ones she had been in when she took a trip with her family growing up. It had been her parents, Timothy and Regina Mathews, her brother, Caleb, and her. With that in mind, a smile crossed her lips as she saw that it was a good enough room for her needs. She shut the door and walked to the low table top area of the dresser/ T.V. stand/ desk that ran along the wall and placed the one bag she had brought with her on it. Besides that piece, the room had one bed, a small table next to the widow near the door she had just entered the room by, a couple of chairs at the table and another at the desk, and nightstands on each side of the bed with lights on them. A bathroom was in the back of the room where she could see the sink next to the door to it. It was a standard motel room, clean and ready for its next occupant. Or occupants as the case might be if she was successful.One thing was certain: her husband, Chas, would not look for her here. Chas, not Charles. And God help anyone who would ever be so brazen as to call him Charlie. But she wouldn’t have to worry about him here. The motel, while nice, wasn’t close to fancy enough for his sensibilities. No. he wouldn’t expect to find her in a place like this He would expect her to stay at someplace that met up with his standards. It would at least be a suite that had a sitting room and a kitchenette, as well as the bedroom and very spacious bathroom at a very pricey and upscale hotel. That would have been what he would have illegal bahis done in her place. After all, he was as much a rich, stuck-up pompous ass, if not more so, as his parents, Windham and Muffy. She laughed a little as she remembered when she first met them thinking who the hell names their c***d Muffy? Then she learned that her real name was Margret which she hated so everyone called her Muffy.Barbara was comfortable in the motel room that her husband would have turned his nose up at and been likely to run screaming from. She was not from the super rich as he was. She grew up in a middle class home. It wasn’t until college that she met Chas. He looked at her as just another lowly freshman to use as a cum bucket. But at least he married her when she got pregnant, though at first he tried to get her to abort the c***d. It had been his parents who pushed him into the marriage when she refused.She sat on the bed for a moment. Could she actually go through with this? Could she actually break her wedding vows? And if she did, could she really do so with him? Chas hadn’t been intimate with her in months. Truthfully, he had never been very interested in sex with her all that often. And she wondered if he had someone else on the side or perhaps several someones. But even though she knew their marriage was a farce from the beginning, no real love binding then together, she had been faithful to him. Until now.But the last few months had been torturous. As Chas withdrew even more, his presence was superseded by another. A presence she would never have thought could replace her husband. When the news came about her father’s death, it wasn’t Chas that was there. At the funeral, it wasn’t Chas who provided a shoulder for her to cry on. He was too busy illegal bahis siteleri to attend. It wasn’t Chas who had been any kind of comfort to her when her mother left to go live with Barbara’s brother, leaving a gaping hole in her heart. No. That had been Charley. It was Charley over the past few months that had gotten closer to her than her own husband ever had emotionally. It was Charley that held her up when things looked down. And it was Charley, her only son, with whom she had had the time of her life as they played games or went swimming, or simply sat cuddled up together watching a movie.Then there was the touching. Hugs became more frequent and were held longer. His hands found their way to her body more often, though never inappropriately. But the one thing that had crowded everything out of her mind was …the kiss. The kiss that could have meant nothing or perhaps everything.It happened while they were playing at wrestling over the T.V. remote. He had her pinned and both of them laughing when he bent down and kissed her lightly before jumping up and away from her. A strange look came to his face, but he quickly recovered and pointed the remote at the T.V. to change the channel and the moment passed. But Barbara couldn’t forget it. She dwelt on it for days and often brought out B.O.B. to deal with her reactions to it.Would he do this? Could she? There was only one way to find out. She pushed to her feet again. She had to know even though it would mean the end of her marriage whatever his answer. She opened her bag and began to unpack the things she had brought to transform the room and herself.Charles Nucastle II was a great disappointment to his father. The elder Charles didn’t like the fact that his son wasn’t following in canlı bahis siteleri his footsteps in the business world. Further, he didn’t like his friends, who weren’t anywhere near the same income bracket as the family. He thought them beneath them and not worth his son’s time. But Charley, as he was known to those friends, was doing quite well. Although he still lived at home to be close to his mother, he never used his father’s money for anything relying on his own from the work Chas knew nothing about and wouldn’t care about if he did. Charley would never be super rich from his job, but he made more than enough to live easily, even if he was only nineteen.It was just after six-o-clock in the evening and he had just logged off his computer for the day when he received the text. He picked up the phone and looked at it, noting with a smile that it was from his mother. Opening it, the smile quickly faded. He was almost able to hear her voice as he read, ” At Holiday Inn room 137. Need your help. Don’t tell anyone else.””What the hell?!” Charley actually voiced aloud. He knew that she had been feeling neglected. It was even more obvious since the funeral had taken place. It was easy to see that his father was pulling away from her more than usual in the last couple of years, probably too busy concentrating on fucking his personal assistant who went everywhere with him. But he was sure his mom had always been faithful to his father. Had that changed? Had she finally crossed that line and found another guy to give her what her husband wouldn’t? He wouldn’t blame her if she had, but if so, why hadn’t that someone been him? He felt a rage building inside him. Maybe he should let her have to deal with whatever problem she had gotten herself into on her own if she was with some asshole. Then again, what if she were in real trouble? If so, he needed to hurry to her to help. After all, she was always there when he needed help. Her, not his father, and he would help her over him any day of the week. Besides,

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