Family Business: Son comes up with a scheme to help his mother

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I managed to find my voice amid the circumstances but not before swallowing heavily.

“What are YOU doing up?” I simply repeated her question.

“I couldn’t sleep, thought I might as well wear-in the shoes a little more,” she calmly stated explaining perfectly the reason for the heels. Her lingerie going uncommented on.

“Same, I needed a drink,” I added. A white lie to validate my attendance in the kitchen. Her clothing, or lack thereof was an elephant in the room, an appearance of red blushing around her neck the only acknowledgement as yet.

As I poured myself a glass of water, she used the opportunity to partially hide herself beneath the table much as I’d done days previous and when I again looked at her she was struggling to hide a smirk.

“I just wanted to see what I looked like in it,” she admitted her current state before slapping a hand across her forehead and eyes. “I didn’t know you’d be up.”

I wasn’t sure if her last comment was a good thing or bad. I’d got my wish; to see her in the lingerie. But she hadn’t worn it for me. Why I was being so picky I had no idea. Why would she wear it for me? I was her son. I should be grateful I’d seen it at all.

“Well if you want an impartial male’s perspective,” I finished my glass as she peeked through a crack in her fingers. “You look pretty good.”

‘Impartial?’ ‘Pretty good?’ I wanted to tell her I had a vested interest. That I thought she looked so amazing that I’d gladly worship her as a deity for just a touch of her body, a kiss from her lips. Instead I crossed the room and took up the chair opposite as her hand went back to the mug, her arms strategically placed to cover her breasts.

“Thanks,” she coyly replied, blushing. “It was on sale too,” she added as if justifying her frivolity.

I let this too go. I wanted to say it was worth every dollar. That she should get one in every color. Instead I focussed on her presence.

“So why couldn’t you sleep?” I asked.

“Thinking,” she immediately responded.

“About?”

“You.”

Oh God, I thought. We were so alike. I was pretty sure her thoughts about me had been far different to that of mine about her however. And when she elaborated I was proven correct.

“It’s so much money Lincoln,” she stated.

“It’s an investment,” I countered. “How much different would it be me putting my money in the stock market? At least with you I can see where my dollar’s going.”

She bit her lip and I could see she was swaying in my direction.

“Mom, you’re so good at what you do. All your experience. I bet if you told your regulars they’d follow you from the salon to here. You have a ready made client base. Monica too,” I added.

I could see her thawing to the idea before my eyes. “This isn’t charity,” I stated. “It’s a sound business proposition on my behalf. I deal with this stuff all day at work Mom, you know that.”

The last statement had her almost sold on the idea. She knew I was good at my job. Only a number cruncher in accounts but I’d always been adept with figures.

“You always banked your allowance when you were a boy,” she reminisced, smiling.

“Probably the one good thing Dad taught me,” I grinned. “Being tight with money.”

“You’ll lose your bedroom, your own bathroom,” she acknowledged.

“I’ll move into the spare room,” I countered. “And we can share your bathroom can’t we!?”

She paused as she rolled her eyes around the room as if searching for one more reason to not commit. Seemingly finding none.

“Can we really do this?” She posed.

“Yes!” I emphatically replied and lay my hands palm up on the table before her.

She studied my eyes for a moment before she caved and reached for my hands, seemingly no longer concerned about hiding her breasts.

“Yes,” she beamed.

“Yes?” I raised my eyebrows.

“Yes,” she rose from her chair and leaned across the table, the kiss upon my lips so unexpected and yet so seemingly normal for the occasion. It wasn’t passionate. No open mouthed embrace, but I treasured the spontaneity. The innocent declaration of affection, of gratitude, of love.

I stood as she pulled away and loathe to relinquish our connection, held one of her hands as she circled the table. I knew what was coming and hoped I didn’t ruin it with an uncontrollable symbol of my desire. Namely, I hoped I didn’t get an erection as we hugged.

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