Mark was staring at the application. He couldn't believe someone would write that on their resume. "Reason for leaving my last job: Stealing from the company." Seriously? He tossed the application in the trash. 253 down, twice that to go. He knew some people were desperate, but don't be stupid. Nearly one thousand applications came in for the position of one receptionist. Covid had taken its toll on the US.
Mark had started a summer job for many reasons, not the least of which was to try and take his mind off of his beautiful young mother. He was falling in love with her. Not the kind of love a son should have for his mother. She was young and became pregnant with him in her teens. She was only 36 now, and still probably the most beautiful woman in town. It was her long hair and beautiful body he had always compared other women in his life to. Until he stopped, he would never find someone else whom he considered "good enough" to be with.
The infatuation had become more serious this summer. His lust for her had led to two situations where she had given him relief - copious relief - with her hand. It did nothing to make him ease up. It had, instead, inflamed him even more. He wanted her more than ever.
They had always been comfortable talking to each other about sex, but they had never broken the barrier of what his mother called "privacy". When she finally did give him relief the first time, it was under the pretense of just doing what she did for the old men who couldn't wash themselves in the nursing home where she worked.
The second time was after a silly accident. She had caught his penis with a pinch that was meant for his leg. It was significantly damaged, in his esteemed medical opinion, but she had repaired it and now it seemed perfectly fine.
Her tender loving care during that time of repair was what started his mind down the dangerous path on which he now found himself. Seeing her meticulous work and focus made him realize what a bright and talented person she was. She was also so dedicated. The first night she wouldn't leave his side. He knew she was one of God's special gifts to the earth and it didn't seem fair that he had to choose from lesser mortals.
He had told her, of course. They didn't keep a thing from each other. Finding out your son was falling in deep, romantic love with you was still an uncomfortable discussion, however. Neither of them were very religious, but they believed enough to know their souls may burn for eternity if they continued.
What finally slowed him down was her sense of practicality. Were they simply going to marry and pretend they weren't mother and son? He did want children someday, and was surprised to find out she still was hoping to possibly have one as well. She certainly was young and healthy enough. To get together and start having children sounded like some bizarre solution, however. You only came across stuff like that in medieval history or video games like The Witcher.
They needed to find a way to curb his lust and possibly redirect his love. That is how he ended up at the law firm of Liebowitz and Howell.
"Now Mark, what did I tell you about putting applications in the trash?"
Mark looked up. Ms. Klein was taking the application he had tossed out of the trash. It was a sight to make any red blooded american male stand up at attention. He was no exception.
Ms. Klein was a tall, slender blonde with legs that never seemed to end. As she bent over to pick up the application, he could see up her tiniest of skirts all the way to the strip of skin between her garters and hose. As if she knew he was watching, she started to read it while still bent down. Did she just wink at him through her legs?
"Stealing from the company?" she laughed. "No wonder you put it in the reject file." She handed it back to him and he looked up into her blue eyes. She had a smart, short haircut and a splash of freckles across her nose. Her lips would make Angelina Jolie jealous and begged to be kissed. Or rubbed up and down his penis as he came.
"I'm sorry Denise, I keep forgetting things today. Mom is about halfway through the test by now."
She gave a soft smile and sat on the edge of his desk. Her breasts were fairly large but natural. Her blouse simply opened up to let him see a light bra struggling to contain them. "She will be fine, Mark. Miranda and I have been friends for nearly 10 years now. She is a very smart person. You and I both know her talent was wasted at that nursing home."
"Not all of her talents," he thought.
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Miranda smiled and felt happier than she had felt for some time. She had not only passed the very difficult certifying exam, she had been offered a position in the ICU on the spot. She started next month. The orientation would be brutal. She would have to take time to prepare starting immediately.
That meant less time with Mark. He already must feel neglected as she had spent most of their time together studying. Soon he would be back to his school over a thousand miles away. A tear came to her eye.
But that was how they decided it would be best to proceed. When he told her he was falling in love with her the red flags started raising all over. They simply could not do such a thing. She did love her son, but not in that way. His body was certainly capable of getting her wet and she had twice now come close to insisting he fuck her with that huge cock of his. But she did not want to marry him.
They still hadn't sat down to discuss why she had been so weepy when he first arrived. Since arriving in this town over a decade ago she had been alone. At first she was too busy balancing Nursing School and a young son. When he grew older she decided to take the job offering in the nursing home thinking it would give her more flexibility as he became a teenager. It did, but most male employees of the home, including the doctors, were creepy, fat and disgusting. A few had tried to grope her. It was bad enough when she had him to talk to. During the six months he had been off to college she was miserable.
That was all about to change. She decided it was the perfect occasion for some champagne. Mark wasn't old enough yet, but a little couldn't hurt. He had become even more strapping as the gyms had started to slowly open again. Surely the alcohol would have a tougher time filling all of that body mass. She knew better, but she would keep an eye on him.
She started to feel a small amount of guilt for what she was putting him through at Liebowitz and Howell. That made her smile. The one good friend she had found since coming to this town was Denise. They met at the nursing home when Denise had to let her mother go and a bond had formed between them that lasted to this day.
And she was mind blowingly sexy. Miranda didn't expect her to sleep with her son, but Denise had a way of making men simply stop speaking and start to drool. She was a bisexual who preferred women, but wouldn't refuse a man if he had a nice body and a huge cock. Miranda was sure Mark was getting eyefuls of skin and a rock hard erection this very moment.
When Miranda mentioned to her Mark was having issues finding a date, Denise had laughed. "Don't make the poor kid grow up too fast," Denise warned, "you will turn him into some geeky horndog." She hadn't seen Mark since his return from college. When he came in the door, Denise turned quickly to Miranda and said, "have him in a suit and ready to go 8am sharp Monday morning at the office."
Denise also tended to hire young, attractive females in the office she managed. "The poor boy," Miranda thought, "Surrounded by some of the most beautiful young ladies in town, and a Yvonne Strahovski lookalike guiding them to boot." If this didn't take his mind off of her, nothing would.
As she turned into her apartment complex, she thought to herself, "In a short time I should be able to afford a better place, but do I want to?" The small apartment had more than the average family's memories. She had come here to try and escape the life she had in the past. That was hard to forget, but perhaps it was finally going to happen.
