As the three of them climbed into the cab, prepared to take the boat home, there was a tangible sense of contentment among all of them.
“Thanks for coming out on the lake today, guys. I really appreciate it.” Cliff remarked. His family nodded in acknowledgement.
“And we couldn’t have done it without this awesome boat you bought me. I’m so proud of how your business is doing!” Cliff continued.
“Ya, I just hope our business keeps doing well. I’m a bit worried about the next few months,” Dylan replied.
Concern appeared on Cliff’s face. Confusion on Julie’s. Both of them looked at Dylan.
“What do you mean by that?” his dad asked.
“To be honest, I’m a little worried living up there by myself. Now that the business is expanding, running the day to day operations is a bit out of my league.”
“Oh, you’ll do alright, Son,” Cliff responded, encouraging his son.
“I don’t know about that. We already have more daily appointments and business meetings lined up than before. With mom only up there occasionally, I’m just not sure how I will handle it all.” Dylan explained.
“I’ll still be coming up at least one day a week, Dylan,” his mom commented. “Don’t you think that will be enough?”
“Not even close. Maybe in a few months when I have the business down better. But right now, I need all the help I can get.”
The purr of the old engine filled the cab as Cliff and Julie contemplated Dylan’s predicament.
Dylan continued, “Would it be OK for mom to spend part of her week up there with me. At least, just as I start out.” Dylan asked.
“Of course, Son. That’s what she just said. She’ll still come up there once a week for showings, just like you have been doing,” Cliff replied.
“No, I mean, can she come up and stay for a few days, like in the middle of the week? Stay overnight?” Dylan clarified.
“Oh, I don’t know about that. How would that even work? What would I do? I like her at home. Does that new apartment even have 2 bedrooms?” Cliff asked.
“Yes, it does.” Dylan answered, gaining momentum. “It’s just that so much business takes place in the middle of the week, and sometimes in the evenings.”
Dylan could see he had his dad’s attention. “Plus Dad, you are working long hours as well in the middle of the week, so you wouldn’t miss her too much.”
Cliff was seriously considering his son’s request. He had to admit that the middle of the week was a bit of a whirlwind at work. Still, he didn’t like the idea of being alone, nor the idea of his son and wife living together.
Cliff was about to decline his son’s request when Dylan piped in, “And Dad, you could run out to the lake after work each night to fish without feeling guilty for not being home.”
Dylan hoped he had sealed the deal.
After a few minutes Cliff looked at Julie. “What do you think, Honey? I could make it work if you can. I certainly want Dylan to succeed. It would only be for a little while.”
Unsure of what she was signing up for, Julie nodded her head in consent.
“Allright Son, she can come stay up there a few nights each week, but only to get you started out.”
Over the next couple of days Dylan packed up his things from his bedroom and moved up to their penthouse suite by himself. His mom had some real estate commitments in the states and could not join him for over a week. Dylan spent that time preparing the place just the way he wanted it. As their business was doing so well, there was plenty of money to invest in it.
Julie finally drove up the following Monday morning and joined her son at their new penthouse.
“Wow, this looks amazing!” Julie exclaimed as she did her own small tour of the penthouse. She noticed that her son had been hard at work. The place was now fully furnished, with tasteful expensive-looking pieces scattered about. Some provocative art was hung on the walls. At various places in the living room, beautifully framed photos from their wedding were prominently presented.
“Oh gosh, Dylan. You did a great job! This truly looks like we live here. If we bring any clients up here, this will be a perfect place to host them.”
“I know. And I just secured two more penthouse listings from this building! Our business is getting noticed.”
“No way!” she responded, pushing hard against Dylan’s chest in disbelief.
“Yes way!” Dylan stated. “The commissions alone from those two places will almost equal all the money we have made in total!”
“Wow!” Dylan’s mom replied, totally impressed.
“Isn’t that worth a hug?” Dylan asked, putting his arms out.
Julie walked over to him and curled her arms around her son’s shoulders. Dylan wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled his mom to him. Her familiar curves were once again within his embrace, where they belonged. Both of them enjoyed their bodies touching again after the long absence. Dylan held her for over a minute, his mom not seeming to be worried, content in her son’s arms.
Leaning back, Dylan took a risk.”And isn’t it also worth a kiss?”
Subtle lines of concern appeared on Julie’s face. She remembered how last time a little kiss had gotten out of hand.
“Just a small one, OK son?”
With that they both leaned in for a kiss. What started out as a small peck, turned into 3 or 4 pecks. On the last peck, their lips remained touching. Dylan pressed his lips against his mom’s, forcing her lips apart, allowing their tongues to once again be reunited.
“No, Dylan,” pulling away. “No making out!” Julie commanded.
“Mom, we’re not going to make out. You said I deserved a kiss. A few pecks is not a real kiss. We’re married now. At least give me a married kiss.”
“OK, but only for a few seconds,” she consented.
Their lips resumed their sensual contact, their tongues becoming more familiar with how to dance with each other. Julie allowed her son’s hands to rest on the top half of her butt, despite knowing better.
“Mmmmmmm,” escaped Julie’s mouth, as they stretched their mouths wide, angling them expertly to consume more pleasure from each other.
Just as his mom seemed to really be getting into it, she pulled away suddenly.
Content for the moment, Dylan responded. “Thanks for the kiss, Mom. I needed that. And I earned it!”
“Yes you did,” his mom agreed. She was indeed proud of how he had decorated the penthouse and acquired the new listings. Giving him a little reward was certainly in order.
Julie walked into the spare bedroom. “What is this, Dylan? An office? Where am I going to sleep?”
“Relax, Mom. We need an office to be able to do our real estate work. You and I can share the master bedroom together when you stay up here. We’ve slept together before. Don’t worry, I won’t touch you,” Dylan assured her.
“You’d better not,” she responded.
Dylan let his mom wander into the master bedroom to inspect it. Soon he heard a scream of delight. Walking in he saw his mom standing in the large walk-in closet with her mouth open. When they purchased the house, the closet was full of boxes. Julie had not realized just how large and ornate it was. Dylan had organized it beautifully.
“What’s all this, Son?” Julie asked.
Dylan had purchased some clothes for his mom, some jeans, shirts, dresses and high heels that Dylan knew she would look great in. Sure it was a bit creepy to buy his mom clothes, but he knew what she looked good in and had memorized her body sizes. Her new wardrobe was now displayed in the closet, only taking up a fraction of the space.
Dylan attempted to explain himself. “I wanted to surprise you. You have been working so hard, and so I picked out some things for you. Since you’re the only woman I get to stare at all day, I figured I might as well choose what I’m looking at.”
Somewhat flattered, Julie responded, “That’s sweet.” She gave her son an innocent kiss on the cheek. Julie wasn’t sure if she should feel complimented or worried. She moved over to one of the drawers and pulled it open, partially confirming her concerns.
“Whoa, where’d these come from!” Julie’s held up a handful of sexy panties, bras, and nighties.
“Well, we can’t have you walking around here naked!” Dylan explained. “I wanted to make sure you had something comfortable to wear in our penthouse.”
The quality of the lingerie was impressive. Her son’s taste was fashionable and expensive. How did he know her sizes? Her motherly radar was always on.
“You won’t have to worry about that, Dylan,” she responded. “You will never see me naked, nor will you see me wearing these!” She laid the lingerie back into the drawer, unable to hide a pleased smile on her face.
“But you did well, Son. Thank you.” She grabbed Dylan’s jaw with her left hand and pulled it to her and planted a quick but flirty kiss on Dylan’s lips. “Thank you.”
Later in the day Dylan pretended to have a phone conversation in their bedroom. He was calculated with what he said and with the volume he used. Returning to the kitchen where his mom was cooking, she started in with some questions.
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