This is Chapter 4 in a story of family, sex, violence, heroism and love. If you are a new reader, you may want to start from the beginning and read Chapters 1, 2 and 3. Simply click on my name at the top of the story. That link will take you to my page and you'll find them there.
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It was still dark when Jimmy woke up the next morning. He lay there snuggled against his mother's bare bottom enjoying the cool morning air; it was going to be a great day. Slipping out of her bed noiselessly, he padded out to the kitchen where he started a large pot of coffee. Next, he laid six strips of bacon in the large skillet turning the burner on low.
With things started he returned to the bedroom. Ellen felt warm hands caressing her naked bottom; it was a lovely sensation to wake up to. Turning on her back she smelled coffee in the air, reluctantly opened her eyes and stretched. He watched her large breasts lift and move on her chest as her nipples swelled in the cool morning air.
"Morning my son, is that coffee I smell?"
"Yes it is; so get your beautiful self out of bed ..."
As he spoke she reached out and began rubbing his flaccid cock, "Are you sure you want me to get out of bed?" she asked teasingly.
"Mother, I have bacon on the stove. Someone in this family has to have some personal discipline," he said laughing and leaned down kissing her on the lips.
Moments later she followed him to the kitchen where he was beating eggs in a bowl with chopped green onions. Looking around she said, "Bacon, scrambled eggs, toast in the toaster, haven't you been busy. What a nice surprise!"
He turned and quickly kissed her forehead, "Have a seat Madame, breakfast is coming up."
In short order he placed plates of eggs scrambled with green onions and cheese, buttered toast, bacon, homemade pear butter and mugs of coffee on the table. They ate quietly as was their custom. When they were finished he quickly placed the empty plates in the sink and topped off their coffee.
She watched him moving around the kitchen naked; his lean muscular body reminded her so much of his father and her brother perfectly blended together. He turned and looked at her with soft eyes, "Mom, I wish we could be together like this always."
"Come the first good cold snap I expect you'd change your mind," she said.
He grinned at her, "Well to be honest, I'd love for Dad to be here with us, all of us being naked together. Of course, we'll have to move to Florida or my pecker would hibernate for the winter!" he said with laughter in his voice.
She clapped her hand together, eyes shining with fun, "If we're going to Florida I've read that they have nudist towns. Guess we'll have to live in one of those places."
"I don't know Mom, with tits like those, Dad and I'll have to fight off the crowds."
"Oh you are so full of shit ..." she said with a grin.
He sat down, "OK then to business, I'm planning on being out at the White place by 8:30, getting the specifics, laying out the job and putting together the estimate. How's that sound to you?"
She thought to herself, 'He really is maturing, I have a fine son' and then she said, "Sounds like a good plan to me, but first you'd better put on some pants or she's likely to drag you to bed."
He grinned broadly, "Well might not be so bad ..." before he could finish she dipped her fingers in her coffee and spritzed him several times.
"Mind your manners buster!"
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The White place was 6 miles south east of town on the old quarry road. Seeing it just ahead on the left, Jimmy slowed the truck and turned slowly into the long gravel lane that led to the house. Their home was a Colonial style two-story with a wide porch surrounded by tall shrubs and large flower beds. The lane itself was flanked by maple trees; the result was a very private country place.
He parked in the rear next the large sun porch, before he could get out of the truck Mrs. White open the porch door and stepped out. She smiled and waved, "Come on in Jimmy, nice to see you again."
The sun porch was beautifully furnished with rattan chairs, couch and two large rattan reclining lounge chairs; an overhead fan spun quietly above. "So, you've come out to see what I need done?" she said brightly.
"Yes ma'am, as I understand it, you want an arbor to connect the garage to the house here?" he said.
"Yes that's right; I want it to be nice and wide with a flagstone footpath. Oh, and I want you to plant grapes along the arbor as well. I have a whole page of information about Reliance seedless grapes. They're supposed to be nearly perfect for our area."
Jimmy took the information from her, "Yes ma'am, I'm sure I can do everything you want. But first, I should take measurements and put a plan together, unless you've done that?"
"No I haven't, just had the idea. You go right ahead," she said, "and please, call me Leslie."
Jimmy excused himself and spent the next hour carefully measuring and sketching in his pad. He knocked on the door and was surprised to see her peeking out from behind the door, "Yes Jim?"
"Just want you to know that I've got everything I need for now. I should have a complete proposal for you later today or tomorrow, whatever you'd like."
After a moment she smiled and said, "Could you come back, say about 4:30? Mr. White will be home then and we can go over things together."
"Great; see you then Leslie."
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It was a few minutes before 5:00 in the afternoon when Jimmy was able to return to the White place. He was cordially invited in where he was introduced to Mr. H. Mitchell White, President of the Tri-County Savings and Loan. "Just call me Mitch," he said, "show me what you got."
Jimmy went over his sketches, layout and design suggestions and his recommendations for Redwood over treated lumber, "No artificial chemicals and lasts longer too," he said.
To his surprise they didn't even blink when he gave them his written quote. The quote was a hard 25% higher than he thought it should be, but his mother insisted on it, "You can always make a counter offer. Remember start high and negotiate."
"Everything looks great Jim," Mitch said, "but we want to talk to you about a confidentially agreement."
Jim was surprised, "Sir?"
"Frankly, I was reluctant to hire someone local but Leslie insisted. Said she'd heard good things about the work you and your father have done. And, after I read the article in the paper last week ... well, we thought you might be alright."
Jim thought for a moment, "May I ask why?"
