"Another interview another dollar!" I said to Ron, my cameraman, as we rolled out of the motel parking lot headed for Lisa and Brian Thompson's house. I read the stat report out loud. They would be our third interview.
"Let me see? Lisa, age 64, 5'8 tall, 126lbs, college-educated but never worked. Husband deceased.
Brian, age 46, 5'10", 158lbs, college-educated and an accountant for a law firm. They have been active for 10 years. It says it was Lisa who contacted us!
What do you say we get some breakfast? There is a McDonald's coming up."
We arrived at the Thompson's rather large house in an expensive neighborhood.
Brian answered the door and we followed him into the living room.
We found ultra-slim, and still quite attractive, Lisa to be quite charming. She had white hair cut rather short and rosy cheeks, skillfully applied, but heavy makeup, blue eyes, and wearing gray sweatpants and a lightweight white cotton pull over. She wore sandals. Her statue was dignified and pampered as she sat on the sofa.
Brian seemed admirable, shaking our hands firmly. He had dark, almost black hair and dark piercing eyes. His complexion, unlike his mother, was dark, a father genre, perhaps.
We sat down and chatted a few minutes about their lovely area and home. Then, Ron unpacked his camera and we started the interview.
"We will start with you Lisa. Can you tell us a bit about how your sexual relationship began with your son Brian."
"Oh my goodness! My husband had been gone a about a year. I have two other children but Brian was the only one who stayed in the area. He was a great comfort to me when his father passed, and helped a lot. Brian had split with his wife of eight years and was staying with me. He'd been in my home for about six months.
The central air-conditioning had failed and it was hot! Some days were over 100° in late July. We were one week into a two week wait period before another unit could be installed. They had lent us three small window units and by letting the fan of the central unit blow the living room was comfortable and the rest of the house was tolerable after closing a few doors.
At night we watched TV here in the living room, I wore my usual underpants and light sleeping gown. Brian wore cotton shorts and a T-shirt. He's very muscular wouldn't you agree?
Well, it was not all that comfortable in the house that evening and I hiked up my nightgown to cool my legs, not giving any thought to Brian who was sitting outside of my vision.
"Out of the blue, Brian told me that he thought my legs were very pretty. I was a model in my younger days and I have to admit I do have pretty legs. What hurt my career was I had no ass to speak of."
Lisa was relating a lot of needless information, but I liked her bubbly attitude and her lovely voice, so I let her rattle on.
"I told him he had seen my legs lots of times and he replied that he had not seen as much of them and that he could actually see the side of my buttock and that too was positively exquisite. I smiled at him and told him thank you, but I felt a little bit uncomfortable with our exchange. I let a couple of minutes pass and then pulled my sleeping gown down. It was so funny the way he voiced his opposition, "No mom! Don't do that! It is so hot in here". The statements had enough room in between them that you could tell it was not my comfort he was interested in. I lifted my nightgown back up, making sure it was as high as before, and began eying him occasionally. He was missing the whole TV program studying my legs and the side of my butt."
"Did you pull up your gown again to tease your son or because you wanted the attention?" I queried. "Or just appease him?"
"My intention was certainly not to tease. I was pleased at his comment and figured my gown had been up for quite a while already. But as I sat there I began to think about my son's troubles. I asked him why he had not found a girlfriend. He told me it was because he was still married and he really didn't have the time. The question was In responds to him studying my legs. I told him I felt bad for him. I told him that because his dad and I had had a very active sex life. We had even swapped a number of times when I accompanied him on his business trips. I enjoyed sex immensely and I knew what it felt like to go without. I had the usual girl toys but they just didn't satisfy."
"You never told me about you and dad swapping?" Brian said with surprise in his tone.
"It's not something you spread around, son."
"So you were 54? And you didn't have a boyfriend of your own?"
"I had my suitors. An occasional dinner, I couldn't think of giving myself to anyone."
"Could you continue Lisa?" I said, and then asked. "If I may call you Lisa?"
"Certainly young man. We're all friends here! I sat there thinking a long time about Brian, about me, about sex, and about sex between family members - incest. I wondered if Brian was sitting there with a hard-on looking at my legs. I bet you and Ron here have a hard on just talking about this. Knowing Brian as I do, I figured he probably did. Back then, I could only speculate.
Anyway, I pondered long and hard and finally I made a decision. Not for me, mind you, at least not at that time, but for Brian. I told Brian that I could be his girlfriend. They didn't have that phrase "with benefits" back then. A whole lot less embarrassing while getting the message across. Brian told me I was already his girlfriend. I countered by lifting my gown a bit more."
A few long moments passed.
"I sat there for long minutes waiting for Brian to process what I had said and done. He stopped looking at my legs and appeared to be in deep thought.................."
"Brian, if I could bring you into the conversation?" I said turning my attention to Brian. "When your mother said that to you - that she could be your girlfriend - can you tell us how you took that - processed that?"
