All characters over 18. Copyright 2011
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The drive was a pleasant affair. Mother and son chatted and laughed easily, flirting and teasing each other, Sheryl's darker motivations and Jimmy's determination to unravel recent events forgotten in the enjoyment of each other's company. Eventually Sheryl pulled into the parking lot of an upscale spa and beauty salon.
Sheryl saw the look on her son's face and said, "We're going to get waxed. I want to be nice and sexy for you. And I've always fantasized about having a lover who was all nice and smooth for me. It's something I could never talk your father into, but you'll do it for me, won't you sweetheart? I promise your mommy will make it up to you." She added the last with a sexy, wanton tone and a look of lust.
"Okay, mom, I'll do this for you, but later you're going to do something for me." Jimmy paused a bit, and then continued, "You're going to give me your ass. This morning you said I could fuck your pussy, your mouth; I could even fuck your ass. I'll keep my promise to you, mom, but you have to do the same."
"Okay, sweetheart, but I've never let anyone do that to me before. Just be gentle with me. Okay, Jimmy?"
"Of course, mom, I don't want it to hurt. I don't want to hurt you. I love you. I want you to enjoy it. Trust me?"
"Yes, baby, I trust you, and I love you too."
They sealed their bargain with a kiss. Jimmy's hands strayed to his mother's breasts, fondling them as they kissed. Sheryl broke it off saying, "I love you, but we need to get inside for our appointment."
They entered the business and Sheryl checked in, right on time. Without delay, they were ushered inside. The first part of the appointment was haircuts, then they were led to different rooms for the second part: the waxing.
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A short while later... Jimmy was in near agony. Everything he heard or imagined about being waxed seemed to be true. And it seemed to go on forever. Finally, he was finished, and the woman attending to him began spreading a soothing lotion onto his abused skin.
The woman, an attractive, rubenesque 'dirty blond' in her late twenties, had maintained a chatty, flirty monologue while denuding his body of hair. By the time she was rubbing the lotion into his genitals, it was apparent by the twin points of her hard nipples pushing against her black tee-shirt that she was more than a little aroused.
Her ministrations had Jimmy aroused as well. He was hard as she worked the lotion into his now-smooth balls and along his shaft. Breathing hard, she told him, "We don't do 'happy endings' here. Not that I don't want to, but I'm engaged. And if I don't quit right now, I'm going to start feeling like I've been cheating on my fiancée."
Pulling herself away with visible reluctance, she gestured to a door. "There's a shower in there. You can have a few minutes to clean up and, uh, take care of this," she said, giving his dick one last squeeze, "and if you want to imagine a 'happy ending' I won't mind." She gave him a smile and left.
Jimmy hit the shower, turning the water to cold. He had wanted to jack-off badly, but figured that he would need to save his energy for what lay ahead. The water, though not frigid, was cool, and soon brought his erection down to a semi-flaccid state. At least he could get dressed without tenting his pants. Jimmy dried, dressed, combed his hair, and went to the front to wait for his mom.
The waiting room next to the receptionist's desk was small, but tastefully appointed. There were several deeply padded love seats and a couch in black leather. The coffee and end tables were made of gleaming chrome and glass. The walls had artful photographic portraits of beautiful people, some of which were clients. Jimmy took a seat on the couch.
An older woman, blond and curvaceous and strikingly attractive despite the lines in her face marking her age entered the salon and traded a few word with the receptionist. She turned to survey the waiting area, and as her eyes rested on Jimmy her face broke into an easy smile. She walked over to him and said, "Hello. My, aren't you a handsome young man. Would you mind terribly, if I sat with you while I wait?"
Jimmy, now playing the part of a gentleman (Dumas's "Three Musketeers" had been one of his favorite books during his 'awkward years' of puberty), rose and replied, "It would be my pleasure."
"Oh, handsome and polite," the woman responded, extending her hand. "My name is Jean."
Jimmy took her hand, and bowed, bringing it to his lips. He planted a light, dry kiss on the back of her hand. "My name is Jimmy," he said. Still holding her hand lightly in his, he guided her to a place on the couch and helped her sit. Releasing her hand, he sat facing her.
Jean spoke, "I suppose it would be too much to expect that a charming young man such as yourself is single. I'm sure we could have quite a good time getting to know each other."
"I'm sure we could," Jimmy replied with a soft chuckle, "but I am waiting on a special lady. Tonight is our first date together."
"How lucky for her, and so unfortunate for me," Jean lamented with a hint of amusement. Then she continued, "If things don't work out between you and her, or even if they do, it would make me very happy if you would agree to have lunch with me sometime. It isn't often I meet a man l find so fascinating. I hope we can become good friends. At any rate, please call me." She handed him a card from her purse, which read 'Jean Dubeval - Consultant, Attorney at Law', and listed a phone number.
"On occasion I find a young person I take an interest in. One of my greatest joys is to help that person grow into his or her potential. You may find my interest advantageous. And don't worry; I'm not in the habit of seducing men who are already attached. Most of the relationships I develop with the people I take an interest in are very satisfying, regardless of whether sex is involved or not."
Jimmy took her card and put it in his wallet. "Thank you, Jean. I think having lunch with you would be very nice."
