A Misunderstanding
"Well if you want to live on your own so bad then why don't you get a fucking job!" Jacob's mom shouted with a fire in her eyes that Jacob had never seen before. He huffed. He had fire in him too.
"Why don't you work a little harder to pay for your son, you lazy bitch!" He spat, but the moment the words had left his mouth he wanted to grab them and shove them back down his throat. He'd never spoken to his mother like that before, and he could see the water starting to well in her eyes.
"Mom," Jacob said softly, "Mom, I didn't mean-"
"Get out of my house." She said quietly, but with enough menace that it may as well have been shouting to Jacob. His mother looked at him with a contempt he'd never seen in her before. She wasn't just angry, she was enraged.
Jacob wasn't given much time to grab his things. This was the straw that broke the camel's back. He'd been mooching off of his mother for too long and too greedily. He didn't pay his way at all in her house, where only he, his younger brother and his mother lived, and she'd finally had enough.
To be honest, Jacob should have left a long while back, or at least got a job. He was twenty-one now, and that meant he was supposed to be taking some responsibility for himself. Alas, he just lived in his house with his six year old half-brother and slowly drained the finances away from his struggling mother.
And so, within the space of less than an hour, everything had changed. Jacob had grabbed what few possessions he needed (and could carry) and was sent out into the street.
"Where am I gonna go?" He asked innocently to his mother who stood over him menacingly in the doorway. It was raining. And not just a sprinkle of rain, it came down in thick splodges that soaked Jacob with each drop. By the time he had finished looking longingly at his warm, dry home, he was completely soaked through. He turned back and looked through the window as his mother sat down on the couch and wept. He'd really messed up this time.
Jacob walked without purpose. He was so used to his home being the centre of his life, and now that had been snuffed out in one fell swoop. He found himself wandering towards the shopping mall in the centre of town, at least that would be somewhere dry to go for a bit, until it closed...
It was quite a weird sensation, walking around the mall without being able to buy anything. Jacob had been so used to just pissing away his mother's hard earned money that any kind of financial awareness had been lost on him.
"What the hell am I supposed to do..." He muttered to himself unsurely. He was lost. Lost and lonely and as much as he hated to admit it, he was afraid. This was the first shred of independence he'd ever had to show, and he didn't like it one bit.
As the mall was closing he saw a letterbox where you could post your own advertisements for the local newspaper. You could sell yourself as a handyman, a babysitter or whatever job it was you did and the whole town would be able to see it.
Jacob took out a soggy scrap of paper out of his bag and began to write...
JACOB WILKINS
BABYSITTER FOR HIRE
AGED 21, LOOKING FOR WORK
SALARY TO BE DISCUSSED
Jacob put his phone number at the bottom of the soggy, poor excuse for an advert and then stuck it through the letter box along with the printing fee of $5, his last five dollars. With any joy his ad would be posted in tomorrow's paper and he'd be earning money soon. Otherwise he'd starve by the end of the week.
After that the shopping mall closed. And Jacob was forced outside into the rain along with all the other homeless people who were staying in there for shelter.
The rain was cold and sent a bitter chill all across Jacob's skin. He took what cover he could underneath the balconies of the building, but that did little to keep out the wind that crept in as the sun went down. As Jacob eventually went to sleep, under no cover and with no-one there for company, he cried and cried until tiredness and exhaustion kicked in and sent him into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Jacob was awoken by a soft humming sound.
"What the fuck is that..." He asked, bleary eyed and confused. His clothes were still damp and cold, but it had stopped raining at least.
The humming continued, until he realised it was his phone in his pocket that was humming. Still confused, he answered it and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" He said. His voice was croaky.
"Ah, hiya!" The woman's voice on the other end said cheerily. "Is that Jacob?"
Jacob thinned his eyes warily.
"It is, who's this?" He asked. His mind still hadn't fully woken up.
"My names Caroline, I've seen your add in this morning's paper and I'm very interested!" She chirped. Jacob could hear another woman in the background giggling.
"If you come over now we can work out the details perhaps?"
Jacob felt his heart flutter, he didn't think things would happen so quickly!
"Yeah! Yeah sure!" Jacob tried to catch his words. "I'll come right over!"
Caroline gave him the address, which was only a few blocks away. Jacob walked with a new spring in his step. His clothes were still sopping wet and his stomach was still empty, but this would be a road to something better, and he could prove to his mother that he can stand on his own two feet!
When Jacob arrived at the house he was quite pleased. It was a fairly large house, detached, with innocent little shutters on the windows and a pretty little front garden full of flowers and plants. It looked like a house straight out of Disney.
Jacob knocked on the door eagerly. He'd never had a job before, and he found the prospect of one exciting and fulfilling. He'd never babysat before either, but he had looked after his younger brother a lot. That's the only reason he thought it might be a good idea.
"Hello there Jacob!" The woman at the door, who must have been Caroline, greeted him at the door with a beaming smile. She must have been about thirty, with black hair tied up in a pony tail. Looking downwards, Jacob saw that she had a very motherly figure, with big, full looking breasts (he reckoned a 36D at least) but that wasn't what caught his eye. What caught his eye was her ASS!
It was mesmerising. Even though she was looking at him face on, he could tell that she was packing an enormous behind in her skin tight black leggings.
"Why don't you come in, Jacob." She said with a bubbly, but sultry tone. She eyed him carefully, looking him up and down. "We have a lot to discuss."
Jacobs eyes were fixated on Caroline's jiggling bubble butt. She was a milf if ever he saw one, and he got the feeling she knew it. She seemingly purposely was swaying her hips left and right, which made her juicy ass wobble like jelly.
"Come through here, Jacob." She said as she led him to the living room. In there was another woman, but this one was smaller, with golden blonde hair and small, pert breasts on an equally womanly figure. Her ass wasn't quite as jiggly, and instead she had thick, muscular thighs that looked like they could crush a coconut with ease.
"This is Gemma," she introduced, before sitting down next to her on the couch. Jacob stood there awkwardly whilst these two milfs looked him up and down like some kind of zoo animal.
"We're both very excited to have you here, Jacob." Gemma said eagerly as she shuffled a little in her seat like a nervous puppy.
"We were both surprised to see an advert like this come up in the paper to be honest!" Caroline laughed.
"What do you mean?" Jacob asked curiously. He didn't think it that strange a job to do.
"Well, with me and Caroline unable to have children, and being in dire need of a-"
"Hold on, you don't have a child?" Jacob laughed, "then who am I looking after?"
The two women exchanged a confused glance.
"Well, we're going to be looking after you, silly! Aren't we?" Gemma said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Jacob was taken aback as Caroline took the local paper out and showed him the photocopy of his advertisement.
JACOB WILKINS
BABY FOR HIRE
AGED 21, LOOKING FOR WORK
SALARY TO BE DISCUSSED
Jacob couldn't believe what he was seeing. That soggy bit of paper he had written his advert on had washed away the word "sitter"
These women wanted him to be their Baby for Hire!
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