Janie:
The relief washed over me as I spotted the top of my house through the trees as I pulled into the cul-de-sac. I had just endured another brutal day at work, filled with my boss' and my co-workers' sexual innuendos and veiled advances. I work as a secretary in an attorney's office, ironic, huh? My husband died a little over five years ago, and I was his personal secretary in his own private practice for several years. He died suddenly, and my son and I were devastated. My husband of two decades was gone, I had never been on my own, and even though he had insurance that paid the mortgage off, left me with a huge sum of cash and a trust fund set up for my son, I felt that I needed to continue working in order to keep my sanity.
I was nearing 46 years of age, and I really didn't look it. My husband used to refer to me as his "Trophy Wife", and would treat me as so, thoughtfully lavishing me with little gifts and trinkets, and I kept my body up for him. I was the tallest in my family at 5'11" (even my Dad was shorter!), and I sported a natural 38DD with fair Nordic features and long, straight blonde hair. My husband used to describe me as his "Living Pin-Up Doll" due to my womanly, soft curves. Even after his death, I kept up my workouts and stayed in shape. Since I had moved on to his best friends practice as his assistant, I endured major harassment. He always told me that I should find someone to fuck, that I didn't want to forget how! I finally had enough of the office, and him, and I told him to fuck off and that I quit, and don't be surprised if a harassment suit wouldn't follow.
I pulled into the drive about three hours earlier than normal, and my son Ian's friend's car was there. I instantly fumed because the grass wasn't cut, edged, or trimmed. I stomped into the house to find my son and his pal playing video games and sucking down beers.
"Hey, Janie!" Rob, Ian's friend smiled.
"Hey Ma, why are you so early?"
"Why is nothing done around this place, huh? Do you think that I run a goddamn rent free boarding house?" I nearly screamed.
"Relax, Mom! Its a thousand degrees outside! I usually get things done right before you get home; I was just waiting for the sun to go down a little, Cripes!"
I stood there, hands on my hips, leg cocked out at an angle glaring at them, then, I burst into tears.
"I am so sorry, boys! I quit my job today."
Both boys were silent as I sobbed quietly, I am sure that they were both embarrassed by my dual outbursts, which I could completely understand.
"What happened, mom?"
"I've just had too much, what with all of their little innuendos and sexual jokes, I am just going to enjoy what your father left for me to enjoy from now on."
"Good for you, Janie!" Rob soothed me.
"I am sorry. I'll make it up to y'all; let me cook dinner for you both...please." I rubbed the tears from my eyes, mortified from my outburst.
"Sure, Ma, that would be great!"
I turned and headed to my room but not before I saw them exchange a perplexed glance in the hall mirror.
Ian:
My Dad, my best friend, died abruptly when I was 19 and a sophomore in college, his dream was for the both of us to practice law together in his office in Dallas, and he was a little disappointed when I had decided to go towards another field, but, I had decided at the last minute to become a lawyer to honor my father. Now here I was, a top TCU grad, and SMU School of Law alumnus, just like him. Now, all that I had to do was pass the bar and I was off to Miami to a cushy law firm that had offered me a damn good career opportunity.
I had moved back in with my mother after I graduated college so that I could concentrate on passing the bar, at her behest. She went to work for my dad's best friend about six months after his death, and I really resented it. I could remember the way that this guy would openly ogle my mom, disrespecting her and my father, some best friend, huh? I knew that some shit was going on with her just because of the way that she would come home, seemingly beaten down and in a bad mood, which was quite the contrast from the time that my dad was still with us. I could honestly say that I had never heard them argue, or say cross words to each other. Most of the time they would chase each other around like school kids, giggling and always touching each other. At night, there were many times that I would be awoken by the sound of my mom's epic orgasms.
I begged her to quit her job, I knew that dad left her in the money, but she always said that she would go nuts being home all of the time.
My best friend from high school, Rob, was in town on leave from the military, and he and I were playing video games on our downstairs big screen.
"I think that I heard a car in the drive." Rob said. "I suuuure hope that it's your mom!"
"Eat shit!" I snarled. Rob was the only person that I would let get away with remarks about my mother. She was to be 46 in a couple of months and I swear that she doesn't even look like she could be thirty. The best way to describe her would be to imagine a Swedish supermodel, tall, platinum blonde hair (natural, mind you), fair skin, blue eyes, and a monster rack. O.K, don't think that I am weird for just saying that, but it is really hard not to notice an incredibly beautiful, sexy woman, even if she is your mother. I will admit to you too that late at night, I have masturbated thinking of her.
She came to the landing on the stair and I knew that she was pissed. She had he leg cocked out, hands on her hips and nostrils flaring.
"What the Hell is going on? Are you too lazy to do any housework or cut the grass?" She bellowed.
"Whoa, mother!" I retorted, "Rob came in from out of town and besides, it IS damn hot outside, I was going to finish it up when the sun went down!"
"I am sorry," Mom's shoulders slumped, "Rob, it is good to see you again, sweetheart!
Mom gave Rob a hug and when he turned about he made his eyes go wide and smiled from ear to ear.
"I quit at work today, I was tired of all of the bullshit, so, I am a permanent house lady!"
"And the most beautiful, I might add!" Rob sucked up so well sometimes.
Mom kissed him on his cheek and he turned beet red.
"You were always so sweet, darling!" Mom cooed. "I will make dinner for y'all tonight, steak and shrimp."
She turned and fled upstairs, in a much better mood than when she came in the house.
"Dude, your mom gets hotter every time I see her!" Rob prattled.
"Shut the fuck up!"
"C'mon, Ian, really, we have been best friends for 20 years, and I could never figure out how you can do it!"
"Do what, dude?"
"Like, not spy on her when she is changing, or...other...things."
"AHHHHH! She's my mom!"
"I think that the Hotness Factor would override that aspect. Ian, do you ever, uh, see her naked?" Rob leaned in toward Ian, eyes wide.
"Hell no! She might walk around here in a short robe or skimpy clothes, but I never thought of it in that way." I lied to him. "Let's go, bro. Help me with the lawn and mom will cook for us."
I was glad to have that conversation over.