It's kind of a long story, I guess. It goes back a couple of years to right after dad passed away. Mom was really bummed out and used to cry for hours at a time. Either Shannon, my older sister, or I would end up holding her in our arms and try to sooth her when she had one of her jags. It was all very messy and I think it's the reason Shannon finally moved into the dorm at college.
Shannon would tell me afterwards that she just hated it when mom would sink into one of her moods and stay there for days at a time. What Shannon didn't know was, that I hated it too. But I loved my mother and felt a responsibility to help her deal with her grief.
Mother is a beautiful person, not only on the outside but on the inside too. She's not too tall, her hair is long and smooth, she has a pretty face and her body is stunning. I tell her how good she looks and she always blushes and tells me she's getting old and fat. Then I fuss at her and tell her she's a stunner from every angle. She likes that, I think.
She stands straight and tall and always dresses nice. I can't ever remember seeing her dressed without wearing nylons or pantyhose. Her slender tapered ankles sort of grow up from her shoes and flow gently outward into long shapely calves and cute dimpled knees. Her thighs curve outward to join with her soft rounded posterior and then taper in to her tiny waist, before expanding out to form her beautiful breasts and shoulders. She has a gorgeous long neck and a sweet round face.
Until recently, I'd paid no attention to just how lovely she really is. But now, I can't get the image of her out of my mind.
I guess it started about a year ago, when quite by accident; I had an offer to go to work in a small bookshop in Daytona. I grew up with my parents in a small town about thirty miles southwest of Daytona, and a little less than and hours drive away. When I accepted the job, it came with a neat little apartment upstairs over the bookshop. As an eighteen year old just out of high school, I jumped at the chance to spread my wings and leave the nest. This stressed my mother to no end, but I have tried to get home on weekends and spend as much time with her as I can.
The job offer came with a couple of strings attached and if I had known in the beginning, I might have turned it down. Except the money was really good and I learned a great deal from my new boss.
I must relate the circumstances surrounding the offer for the job and the eventual strings attached to it.
My friends Brad and Keith and I had been cruising in my Firebird one Saturday when I spotted this little book store tucked in amongst a row of other shops in the old part of Daytona, a few blocks off the ocean. I am an avid reader and enjoy historical novels regarding life in the Old South. We stopped and I went in and browsed the shelves for any interesting fodder for my young brain to digest. The others strolled up the sidewalk to an old malt shop and settled at the counter while I surveyed the books.
A very charming woman, of fifty or so years of age smiled and introduced herself as Madeline Rice, the owner of the shop. We chatted about this and that and I found her to be a very interesting person. She pointed me to a specific volume, which she thought I might enjoy. I purchased the book and thanked her for her assistance. Madeline is a striking woman, exuding a strange sexuality that piqued my attention instantly.
On subsequent missions into Daytona, I made the old book shop a regular stop and became quite friendly with Maddie, as she liked to be called. Her name was so similar to mother's. We would sit for a while, each time I came in, and discuss whatever topic seemed to pop up at the moment. She is a very witty and well-educated lady. I grew quite fond of her very quickly.
One afternoon, she invited me to have dinner with her at a little café, just down the block from the shop. I readily accepted and we soon were sitting across from each other in a booth to the rear of the small eatery. Dinner lasted about an hour. I had just started on a piece of apple pie when she asked if I had any employment plans in my future. I explained that I hadn't given it much thought but reckoned that I'd be in the market before long. I wanted to go on to school, eventually, but for now I was in chill mode.
Maddie told me she was planning an extended vacation and had planned on closing the shop, while she was away. But, if I was interested, she told me she'd show me the ropes and leave it for me to handle while she was gone. Of course, I jumped at the chance and soon was making the daily trip into Daytona to learn about the workings of her shop.
The bookshop turned out to be a lucrative little enterprise and I was surprised at the amount of money that came across the counter each day. I settled in and in a few days was in complete control of the situation, loving every minute of it. I met lots of interesting people and became quite attached to my new boss lady.
Mother was excited for me that I had found something that really interested me and gave her full approval of my job. I gave her a big hug each morning as I left and she usually greeted me at the door each night when I returned home.
Maddie's cruise lasted for nearly four weeks and when she returned, I was very glad to see her. She walked into the shop just at closing time on a Friday evening, sporting a rich dark tan. She was exhibiting a whole lot more exposed flesh to me than she had ever done before, considering she was wearing a soft colorful strapless sundress, which ended way above her knees and little leather sandals. She dropped her purse and shopping bag and nearly ran across the store to give me a big hug. She felt good in my arms with her ample boobs, which I had just noticed for the first time. I have to mention that she always had worn a loose fitting smock over her clothes every other time I had seen her. This was quite a departure.
She held me close, for what seemed like a long time to me, and then released me. The next morning it was back to business as usual. She asked if I wanted to stay on at the store as a full time employee. I said yes and she gave me a nice raise.
About a week later, we were sitting in the back of the store when she stopped what she was doing and asked, "Do you find me attractive, Brent?"
"I think you're very pretty," I answered.
"How do you feel about older women?" she inquired.
I was a bit confused as to the direction of the question, so I said, "I love older women."
She arched one eyebrow almost all the way up to her hairline. A broad smile crossed her face. She stood up and reached for my hand.
"Come with me," she said.
We crossed to a closed door at the back of the storeroom and she unlocked it with an old fashioned key that fit in the hole under the knob. She snapped a light switch next to the door, bathing a stairway in pale yellow light. We ascended the stairs and passed through a beaded curtain, which hung across the top of the stairs. She flipped another switch and a single bare bulb in a porcelain fixture, illuminated the room.
A tiny kitchenette occupied one corner of the room, with an old sofa and chair in the center. A brass bedstead, with a white sheet covering the sagging mattress, dominated the far wall. The room had two windows, one over the sink and the other over the bed. It smelled of must and looked unused.
"I used to live up here, before I bought my house," she said. "If you'd like to clean it up and stay here, it's yours."
I wasn't sure what to say but I didn't have to think very long.
"How much is the rent?" I asked.
"Oh, I'm sure we can reach some arrangement suitable to both of us," Maddie purred, hugging my arm.
Maddie was turning me on, and she knew it.
