Son for Hire: Chapter 77

Together we walk around the back of the house.  The moment we were away from the eyes of the public Evelyn had my hand in hers.

“May I borrow your husband?”  She asks Kitty.

Kit chuckles and takes the bag of leftovers from me without being asked.  “As if I could stop him.  He’s all yours Evie.”  With a touching smile she nestles her nose among the peonies and takes a deep breath.  “Mmm.  These are wonderful.  Thank you.”  She was thanking both of us.  She knew me too well to think I had picked out such a perfect bouquet on my own.

“If you need a vase or anything…”

“I’ve got something.”  Kit says.  “Thanks again and…have fun.”

“We will.”  Evelyn says she pulls me along from our door for hers.  

Excited doesn’t even come close to how I am feeling as I stand watching her unlock the door.  She steps to look and listen for a moment.  Alan was as dependable as a swiss watch as to his daily patterns and we knew he was at work right now, but you can never be too careful.  Once she was confidence the coast was clear she waves me inside.  She gives me a kiss and hug and a teasing squeeze of my tushie but pulls away again.

“That was a very nice walk.”

“Yeah.”  I say as I come up to sit at the island.

She pours us each a drink of fresh cold water with ice cubes.  I gratefully accept it and wet my dry mouth.  Beside the sink Evelyn unwraps her mug all over again then washes it out by hand then dries it.  She holds it a moment, her fingers running over the little fox, and chuckles once more.  “Bottoms Up.”  She then walks past me to the china cabinet where she had various fine pieces of pottery and gleaming stemmed glassware on display.  Opening the door she moves a few things to make space then gives it pride of place right there on the middle shelf beside the beautiful jade teapot her grandpa made for her!  The ‘Made in China’ bit of kitsch looked entirely out of place among the rest of the fancy treasures.  At just a glance it summed up perfectly my presence in her life.  A common silly trifling thing among items of real value and substance.  Only a Mom could see the true beauty of it.

“You don’t have to do that.”  I say bashfully.  I never thought she’d put it on display when I bought the tacky mug.

“Oh but I do.”  She says warmly.  “My prince gave me this.”

Oh man she knew how to make a boy feel special.  “Won’t Alan…?”

“He probably won’t even notice.”  She closes the doors and nods in satisfaction at how it looked.  “And if he does I’ll say it was a gift, which is true.”  She turns and holds a hand out to me.  “Come along my boy.”

I grin.  “Time for our fun?”

“Mmm, not yet.”  She says.  “Mommy’s all sweaty from our walk.  Bath time first.”

“Yes Ma’am!”

I couldn’t get off my chair fast enough.  I hurry to her and she takes my hand and holds it tight as she leads me up to the bedroom.  I am buzzing, giggling and antsy with rising lustful anticipation, but somehow she is calm and cool even though I knew she was just as eager to get naked as I was.  Cool she may be but she wastes little time.  We walk straight through the master bedroom to the washroom beyond where she had given me that life changing bath the day we first met.  Once there she has me stand in the middle.  Like a good boy I stand still right where I am told to.

With sensual scented bubble bath she draws the bath and readies a few towels around the huge oval tub.  “So what are your plans this afternoon?  After we’re done?”

“My plans?”  I say.  “Settle in some more then a bit more research into schools.  There are some night courses I can take to get my grades better.  I thought I might start there.”

“That’s my boy.”

Her pride warms my soul.  “I might start looking around the area for a part-time job too…just to get Alan off my back.  Would that be okay?”

She laughs.  “That’s not the worst idea I’ve heard.”

“And I really, really want to try my new paints.”

“A busy day ahead.”  She says.  “That’s good.  It’s good for a boy to stay busy.”  She approaches me and without fuss begins to undress me.  “Your future is so bright my boy, just you wait and see.”  With my shirt off she pauses to give my chest a few soft kisses.  “Sexy.”  She whispers as she nuzzles up into my neck.  “You smell good today.”  I go to put my arms around her but she lightly pushes them back.  “Not yet.”  The denial was so subtle, so gentle, but so dominant.  I loved it.  Staying right in, close enough to feel her long nice smelling red hair against my bare chest, she removes my pendant and places it carefully on the counter.  Next go my pants, socks, and underwear.  She lets out a little laugh when my almost fully aroused pecker pops out but makes no motion to touch it.  Once she had me in the buff she steps back, her hand resting lightly on my chest, and takes me in.  “Beautiful.”

I blush.  It just wasn’t possible to become immune to such sweet praise from her, because I knew she meant it.

By this point the water and cloud like mound of suds had risen to the perfect level.  She turns off the water, tests it for temperature, then nods to confirm it is just right.

“Should I get in?”

“No baby.”  She says.  “Not yet.  Be patient baby.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

She then undresses herself.  Unzipping her dress she turns away and slowly peels the floral cloth from her creamy soft skin.  Not in a crass sort of stripper way yet neither in a mundane everyday sort of way either.  It was sultry and tantalizing without being tawdry.  I stand mesmerized by voluptuous flesh.  The way her crimson locks just flowed down over the pale skin of her back was a sight I could savor all by itself, but there was so much more to see.  She places the dress on a hanger she had nearby and leaves it on a hook near the door.  Next goes the bra.  She lets out a quiet sigh of relief as the weight of her great breasts come off of her shoulders.  Panty hose follow.  I drink up her thick shapely legs and hips as she makes sexy show of removing the sheer fabric.  She didn’t have on panties today but those thick cock constraining style of briefs that helped her hide her secret from the world.  They made her ass look firm and smooth but those could not be comfortable.  I am so happy to see them come off and big beautiful soft butt come into the light.  Like a sponge being released from a tight grip her lady dick spills out and swells to a more natural state.

“You shouldn’t have to wear those.”  I whisper.

“It’s okay baby.  I’m used to it.”

Admiring her gorgeous milf body brings my aroused manhood the rest of the way to full erection.  She spots it and a flattered smile plays about her full lips.

“Come here my love.”  She holds out a hand.  “Help me in.”

In a blink I am at her side and holding her hand and arm to aid her into the tub.  “We’re bathing together?”  I ask hopefully.

“Yes my boy.”

“God I love you!”

She chuckles.  “And I you.”

With my help, though she really didn’t need it, she settles back into the huge tub and sinks down into the white foam.  Closing her eyes she lets out a long happy sigh as the warm relaxing water surrounds her.  To my eyes she was a real live angel resting in the clouds of heaven.  Her eyes open again and she smiles up at me.  She had not yet released my hand and with it she gently pulls, directing me into the tub with her.

I hesitate briefly.  She had made no room for me to sit.  If I was to get in it would have to be on top of her.  I might not be a big guy like Alan but I was still a grown ass man.  

She senses my worry.  “Come.  Sit on my lap my sweet.”

“I’m too heavy.”  I say.  “I’ll hurt you.”

“No sweetie.”  She says with a loving patience.  “I told you before that you are not too heavy.  You are never to heavy for me.”  I begin to move.  Stepping across her legs with my left foot and bringing my right foot down at the near side so that I stood straddling her thighs.  She gazes up and my naked body with a desirous shade of hazel.  Taking my other hand she guides me down onto her.  “That’s it baby.  Just be careful.  Mommy’s got you.  It’s okay.”

I lower to my knees and with an excess of care I settle in on the soft flesh of her thighs as the hot sudsy water rises to my waist.  If there is any discomfort from my weight resting on her legs she shows no sign of it, she seemed happier than ever.  “Is that okay?  You sure?”

“Yes baby.”  She whispers as she relaxes beneath me.  Letting go of my hands she reaches up to tender strokes them down my bare chest and stomach.  “That is just right.”