When I stood up, I looked around the empty office; Mom was my only employee so far. A titillating thought crossed my mind. I said it out loud without thinking, “I think I’m only going to hire women for this company.”
Mom snorted, shocked and amused by my comment, “Oh, Mr. Crigler wants to be a pimp. Make us girls work for his money.”
Feeling more cocky than normal, I countered, “If I’m a pimp, then did you want to be my bottom bitch?”
“What is a bottom bitch? I don’t like the sound of that.” There was a cautiously curious look on Mom’s face.
“It’s the girl that goes around and makes sure all the other girls are paying the pimp his money.”
Mom perked up. “Oh, I can definitely do that, but there is no way in hell I’m letting you call me a bitch at work.”
“How about the director of personnel,” I said, smiling.
“That sounds better.”
“Perfect, and as my first order, I am implementing a dress code that all female employees must wear skirts no longer than mid-thigh.”
“Mr. Crigler, I will have to report you to HR for sexual harassment.” She said, smiling up at me from her chair.
Looking down into her eyes, I winked, saying, “Then remind me not to hire anyone for HR.” Mom broke out in a laugh as she stood up and started walking to the door. Step by step, Mom began to pull her knee-length skirt up past mid-thigh.
Mom opened the front office door, then looked back at me. “Am I in dress code now, sir?” she asked, one foot out in front of the other like she was posing in a mini-skirt.
“Yes, you are, Mrs. Crigler.”
“Good.” Mom turned and stepped out the door, letting her skirt fall back to its natural length.
The house’s closing went smoothly; there were no surprises in the paperwork and no last-minute requests. The best part was that since the house was vacant, I took ownership when the papers were signed.
Mom and I had already gone through the house several times with interior designers, picking out furniture, colors, linens, kitchenware, etc. I had already bought everything I needed to fully furnish the place. It was all sitting outside on the street inside two large moving trucks. The plan was to have everything, except for the electronic systems, put in today, then have a team of maids arrange the ins and outs while they gave the house a final cleaning. When I pulled up on my bike, the interior designer was already directing a team of movers on how to place everything.
Mom had not come with me to the closing; it wasn’t needed, but she had been acting as my personal assistant for decorating my house, doing a lot of the in-between communications with the design team. She pulled up in her car shortly after I arrived.
Mom shocked me when she stepped out of the car. She had a different set of clothes on from this morning. She was still in a business suit of sorts; it was checkered black and white with gray transitions. Her jacket was arm’s length and left open, showing the white blouse underneath. Her skirt came up high on her waist but didn’t even reach mid-thigh. As usual, she also had high heels on.
“Wow, you’re looking good. Why did you change clothes?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t noticed my eyes pop out of my head.
“I had to get into uniform.” She said as she walked up to me, putting her figure under my chin, a sign I needed to close my mouth. Busted again, I thought as I watched her walk past me, exaggerating the sway of her hips. She had started doing that every time she walked in front of me.
We monitored the completion of the house. I enjoyed Mom and our interior designer Kristy’s little game. Kristy would try to flirt with me when mom wasn’t around, and when mom was around, she protected me from Kristy like a guard dog, a constant eye battle between the two women without a word being spoken. I still need to figure out why women do this, but at least it’s entertaining to watch sometimes.
Around 7:30p.m., the house was done. The movers, maids, and, unfortunately, Kristy had all left. It was just me and Mom in my new home. The plan for that night was to cook some steaks on the grill and enjoy the sunset from my hot tub overlooking the lake. I had invited Dad to join us, but he had been sick for a few days and declined the invitation.
I looked at Mom, still in her business suit. “Ok, you’re off the clock now. Let’s get changed. I’m going to put the steaks on, and we can watch the sunset over the lake.”
“Sounds good to me, sir.” She said with a smile, then left to retrieve a bag from her car.
I walked up to my new bedroom, looking around in satisfaction. The master bedroom was almost as big as the small 2-bedroom apartment I had shared with Josh. It didn’t feel real to me yet. I stepped into the closet and located where my swim trunk had been put away. A few minutes later, I was outside with the steaks, starting the brick grill.
The sun was just over the horizon, giving everything that perfect golden glow. I loved golden hour. Watching everything glow as the sun set was easily what I missed most about San Francisco. I heard the back door slide open behind me. I turned to see my mother; my jaw literally dropped this time.
Stepping into the backyard, Mom was lit perfectly with the golden sunrays. She wore white hipster-cut bikini bottoms that exposed more of her flat stomach than a standard bikini bottom. Her top was also white, with lacy frills dangling down her C-cup breasts. A small tie around her neck and back were the only things keeping her breast supported.
I didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Mom spoke first. “That steak smells delicious, sweetie. How much longer?”
“umm oh, ya, the steak, it will be” I was struggling to take my eyes off Mom, and she knew it. I continued to fumble around for words, “Umm, ya, it’s umm almost done, I think. So m-mom, I didn’t know you had a swimsuit like that.”
“I just picked it up yesterday. I like to look good for the man of the house.” She said, now walking towards me again. Dumbly I looked around for Dad, my brain still not allowing me to fully understand what was happening.
Mom pressed her body into mine as she reached up on her toes to kiss me. She shocked me again, planting a soft kiss directly on my lips. “Meat smells good, Carson.” She said, separating from me and then going to the outside refrigerator to pull out the chilled alcohol to start mixing some drinks.
I checked on the steaks while Mom made us a pair of mojitos. I took the steaks off the grill and set them aside to rest next to the potatoes and mixed vegetables that had been prepared earlier. Mom had moved to a love sofa pointed directly west with the best view of the lake.
She gestured for me to sit down next to her. I joined her, taking a drink in one hand and wrapping my arm around her body with the other hand. I pulled Mom in close for a hug, loving the warmth of our skin-to-skin contact. We said ‘Cheers’, clinking our glasses, and spent the next 15 minutes cuddled up with each other as we watched the sun go down over the horizon.
Once the night sky was dark, we got up from the sofa. I started arranging the meal while Mom made a second round of drinks, this time margaritas. I don’t remember what we talked about while eating, only that we both really enjoyed the conversation.
After giving our meal time to digest, I walked up behind Mom under the pretext of giving her a shoulder massage. Instead, I scooped her up out of her chair and ran full speed with her in my arms, jumping into the pool together.
The water was freezing. The last thing I was expecting was a cold Florida pool during the summer.
Mom came up for air. “CARSON! CARSON! Holy shit, that’s cold!” she said, swimming towards the stairs. I sat in the middle of the pool, just laughing to myself. There was no way I was staying in, but I was waiting for Mom to walk out just so I could see the bikini cling to her body.
I wasn’t disappointed. She stepped out of the pool with her bikini painted to her body. Mom was lit up from underneath as she scrambled up the stairs. I could easily make out the outline of her camel toe and the location of her nipples poking through the top.
Getting my eye full, I jumped out of the side of the pool, stopping Mom from retrieving her towel. “This way,” I said as I led my shivering mother by the hand toward the hot tub. We both eased our way into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub.
In the hot tub, Mom grabbed hold of my arm; that same demure look she had when we were talking about buying her house came over her face. I let her just be there with me, not pressing. After a while, she started talking.
“Carson, can I kiss you?”
Not sure what she meant, I absent-mindedly agreed, “Sure, Mom.”
She moved in front of me, straddling my lap. I could feel her slit resting on my rod underneath the water. I was confused, my brain still in disbelief. Mom held me in her hands as she lowered her head to mine and locked our lips together.
When our lips made contact, the block in my brain vanished. At that moment, I understood everything from these past five weeks. Mom’s come on’s, her submissive behavior, her shameless teasing. I realized my attraction towards her was her choice, not mine. I was the prey, and she was the hunter.
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