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Ian would never forget the first time he saw Drill Sergeant Cynthia Storm as he got off the bus for boot camp.
Like everyone, he imagined a crusty old jarhead with a southern accent who would bark orders at the new recruits and call them maggots and all manner of insulting names.
Instead, waiting for them as they got off the bus was a woman straight of myth.
He remembered in school reading about the valkyries, beautiful blond woman who would carry fallen warriors to the afterlife, and Cynthia looked like the closest thing to a Valkyrie Ian Donnelly had ever seen.
She was standing straight as a board, arms crossed behind her back, legs planted wide, and her head held high.
Her features were strong and angular, with a strong jaw, piercing brown eyes, and golden blond hair that shimmered in the hot Texas sun despite her having it pulled back in a strict ponytail.
The drill sergeant had her sleeves pulled up, but her camo button down shirt was tight and he could see that she was thickly muscled, and her biceps looked like they might rip through the fabric at any moment.
But the best part, was that Cynthia had the top several buttons of her shirt open, revealing incredibly large, full breasts that seemed to shimmer under the hot sun.
Maybe boot camp won’t be so bad after all.
He gawked at the drill sergeant’s cleavage as the bus came to a stop and he and the other recruits prepared to get off.
Ian didn’t get up right away though, and instead took a moment to admire those giant, magnificent bosoms as the drill sergeant took a breath.
Part of his brain told him that they couldn’t be real, but he didn’t care, they looked perfect.
Maybe getting kicked out of Marston’s Pointe wasn’t the worst thing.
Ian sighed as he gathered his bag and stood up.
Most of the other recruits were around his age, freshly 18, though some looked to be in their early or mid-twenties, but all of them kept stealing glances out the window at the goddess waiting for them.
For him, bootcamp was the culmination of a long, strange couple of years, though his old home in the beachside town of Marston’s Pointe seemed like a lifetime ago.
His parents had split when he was very young, and his mother, Tanya, had won full custody, which was when everything started to go wrong.
Tanya worked for the Marston’s Pointe newspaper, and made it her sole mission to clean up crime in their home town.
At first Ian figured that his mom was using this crusade as a way of keeping her mind off of her failed marriage, and his mom spending all of her time at the paper meant he could do whatever he wanted.
Before the divorce, Tanya had become convinced that his father had been sleeping with the neighbor across the street, Shelly.
Not that Ian would blame his dad if he did, even though Shelly was his mom’s age, she was hot.
There were lots of times in the summer where he would see Shelly walking down to the beach in a little bikini, or lounging in her yard, and he would stop and stare.
Sometimes Shelly would have a friend over, a muscular woman with the biggest breasts Ian had ever seen, and they would hang out in swimsuits all day.
Ian passed many afternoons in his room imagining what the two of them did when alone.
Of course, Ian’s mom loved hanging out in their yard in little bikinis too, and every time Ian stepped out into the yard and saw his mom with her tits and ass hanging out in a skimpy swimsuit, he felt a deep well of shame.
He tried to avoid her as best he could, but it seemed like she was constantly nagging him to bring her something, water, a towel, or her glasses.
The worst were the days when she made him rub oil on her body.
Just the thought made him shudder. Tanya never wore anything skimpy or revealing like that when she was with his dad, but Ian suspected that his mom was doing it to make her nemesis, Shelly jealous.
Ian began to wonder what people were saying about him and his mom.
Marston’s Pointe was a small town, people talked, and he knew they were talking about Tanya Donnelly running around in a thong bikini all day when she should have been writing.
She gave him no peace when she was at home, but when she was out sniffing out a story, Ian could do whatever he wanted, and he drowned out the gossip mill with alcohol.
Since his hometown was a tourist summer destination, he had no trouble finding young people from out of town who would let him party with them for the night.
Then Brad showed up. Shelly had a son, David, whom Ian had played with a few times when they were younger, but then David’s dad went to prison and the whole thing with his mom and Shelly happened and Ian didn’t see him as much.
Then at some point he stopped seeing David entirely.
Supposedly Shelly had sent David away to stay with relatives, at least that’s what his mom said, but Ian had learned to question everything that came out of Tanyas’ mouth.
Everything changed when Brad showed up though.
Brad said that Shelly used to be his step-mom and that he had come to live with her.
Brad seemed so cool. Ian was young then, and impressionable, and Brad was older, funny, and in shape.
Brad brought him to parties, taught him how to talk to girls, it was like having an older brother.
Of course, Ian immediately noticed how his mom looked at Brad.
He had heard the rumors around town, that his mom had fucked the old Sheriff, who was a married man, and that was the reason why he had to leave town.
Even though Ian tried to play it off like he was ignoring those rumors, every time he heard them, it made him angry.
Apparently Tanya wasn’t content with destroying her own family, she had to do it to another one too.
Then one day, Ian was going to have a party, Brad, some kids from school, and others were going to be there, it was going to be the perfect night.
The only problem was that his mom decided to stay home that night.
He still remembers how angry he was at her lounging by the pool in her little thong bikini as she told him she was going to fuck Brad.
Something broke in his brain that moment, and the rest was like he wasn’t even in control of himself.
He tied Tanya up, gagged her, and locked her in the storage room of his basement, deciding that she wasn’t going to ruin his party, his perfect night.
Ian knew he would be dead the next morning, but he didn’t care, he was tired of her lounging around wearing next to nothing, tired of the rumors, the gossip, her constant nagging.
It was time for him to be his own person.
More so, he wanted her to feel how helpless and humiliated he felt every time he saw her in that thong or when she asked him to rub lotion on her ass.
The entire night at the party, he kept imagining how angry she must be, helpless, locked in a room, listening to the party above, and the thought of that made him smile.
Of course, Brad must have found her, or she must have gotten loose, because the next morning he discovered the two of them doing…
dirty things with food. Ian chased Brad out, his anger was unlike anything he had felt at the time.
Brad was his friend, his cool older brother, and he betrayed him like that.
Worse, his mom got her way, as she normally did.
He didn’t care when she told him that she was sending him to live with his Dad, or that she never wanted to see him again.
That was fine by him. As he was sulking outside, waiting for his Dad to come pick him up, he saw Brad walking along the street.
At first Ian ignored him, but Brad said he wanted to talk, to make things right.
They ended up smoothing things over on a walk along the beach. Ian ended up venting about his mom and how angry she made him, how embarrassed her felt when he was with her.
“Well, take it from me, you won’t have to worry about your mom for much longer.” Brad reassured him, and Ian didn’t know what he meant by that.
“If you need anything, ever. You have my number, and I mean that.” Brad patted him on the shoulder.
That was the last time he saw Brad, though they still kept in touch via text.
From there, Ian went to live with his Dad in Florida.
At first he was thrilled, excited for a fresh start, but it was nothing like he thought.
His Dad had a new girlfriend, and a new cushy office job, and they were so…
domestic. They wanted to play house with Ian, which was the last thing he wanted.
Ian now understood that his mom must have been going through some sort of mid-life crisis, because there’s no way his dad would ever sleep with Shelly Arnold.
All his Dad wanted to do was live a quiet, peaceful, suburban life, and Tanya wanted to run around in skimpy bikinis and fuck guys half her age.
Tanya must have convinced herself that Ian’s dad slept with Shelly because she didn’t have any other excuse to leave him.
Of course his Dad tried to keep him posted on his mom.
Apparently his Mom had been in some legal trouble, something about kidnapping cops?
The police had showed up to their door asking about it and if they had any information on Tanya’s whereabouts.
Ian spent the next few weeks on edge, expecting her to show up out of the blue asking for help, but weeks turned into months and months turned into years with no word from his Mom.
When Ian graduated his Dad did attempt to get in touch with Tanya, but her phone number had been assigned to someone else, and later he found out that their old house in Marston’s Pointe had been foreclosed.
When his Dad called the Marston’s Pointe Sheriff’s Department, they said that Tanya was wanted for a part she played in kidnapping several police officers, but her whereabouts were currently unknown.
Something about that filled Ian with smug satisfaction.
Sure, he had barely graduated and no college would ever accept him with how his grades and attendance record were, but his mom had royally screwed her life up and was now a wanted criminal.
Part of him wanted to know more, specifically how his mom got mixed up in a kidnapping scheme, but another part of him didn’t care.