Work was not easy to come by in our small town. Dad lost his engineering job when his firm closed down and, although he was not a natural salesman, he was lucky to get a job selling office furniture. This meant that he was away from home Monday through to Thursday, but at least he was with us for weekends.
Mom was really pleased to see dad on Fridays and they would often go to bed early. Giggling as they went upstairs, dad would traditionally loudly whisper that he'd been looking forward to the "Pamela Special" all week. Mom was on the pill of course, they certainly couldn't afford a second child. If I went up to my bedroom, I would often hear an annoying distinctive mechanical low rhythmic sound of "kerdoink - kerdoink – kerdoink." It didn't last long, so I presume they both then went to sleep contented.
Fortunately, mom and I both had a job working for Uncle Stan, mom's brother, who owned a hardware store in the center of town. Uncle Stan who, at thirty eight, was two years younger than mom, was decent enough to work for. I was his inexperienced nephew, Pete, and I was grateful that he'd given me a job. However, I hated it when his wife, Auntie Paula, called in, as she was a scrawny bossy bitch.
Mom's job was as the cashier. She was inefficient and prone to mistakes, always worried Uncle Stan would get rid of her, but uncle always said that "at least Pamela is completely honest." He thought he could do a lot worse if he employed someone other than his older sister.
We all wore a sort of uniform in the store. This was unfortunate for mom. With a very ample bosom and beautiful big ass, the largest size uniform provided by Uncle Stan was a bit tight. That was not to say that mom was fat. She had retained a reasonable waist but had plumped up round the bust and round her buttocks. Her tits were not huge, but were the size of a nice pair of heavy melons.
I had seen her naked for a fraction of a second a few months previously. I was on my way to my bedroom when dad opened the door of their room. As I glanced in, mum was standing nude looking in her wardrobe, sideways on to me. Realizing the door was open, she moved quickly out of my view, but not before I had observed that she was spectacularly balanced. Her big tits projected magnificently at the front and her big buttocks at the back. Her bubble butt had a ledge on the top and her buttocks rounded back in at the bottom. With her pretty face, despite her forty years, she was still an attractive woman.
Being eighteen, my job was only for the summer holidays. It was fairly boring work, but was made bearable as working with me was my cousin Jimmy, Stan's son, who was also eighteen. Being teenagers, our main topic of conversation was sex. I was a frustrated virgin. This was galling for me as I knew I was well endowed. I don't know who I took after, certainly not dad as I'd heard my mom, in a drunken giggly conversation with one of her girlfriends, say that "although Arthur wasn't well endowed for love making, he was very enthusiastic." At the time, I just felt pleased to learn that dad was putting in the effort.
Jimmy was ahead of me, with his first girlfriend. He was always complaining about her. She wouldn't get on top when they had sex, which meant that he had to do all the work. She flatly refused to do oral sex, which meant he was a blowjob virgin, but worst of all she was flat chested and he was fixated by big breasts. This predilection meant he was mesmerized by his Auntie Pamela's tits.
When the post was delivered to the store, in case there was any cash in the envelopes, mom would run down the aisle to pick it up. Jimmy would make sure he had a good position from the front to see her pendulous breasts swinging to and fro. I appreciated her big melons, but was more of an ass man. Although I had plenty of time to ogle mom's ass at home, I still positioned myself behind her to see her buttocks deliciously move in her stretched skirt.
I wasn't very useful to Uncle Stan, but then he didn't pay me much. However, I was one of the few people who understood the camera security system. Uncle Stan had an out-of-date camera security set-up. The cameras only seemed to work periodically and, as it was one of the few jobs I had a talent for, I was charged with checking over the tapes and resetting the system. One Monday, I was looking through the footage for a particularly sexy blonde who'd been in the store the previous day, when I stopped. There on the screen was mom taking a ten-dollar bill from the till, looking round, and putting it in her handbag.
Suddenly I became aware that Jimmy was behind me staring at the screen.
"Wow," he said "what would your mom give for dad not to see that?"
I stared at him "It's only ten dollars. It's a misdemeanor. Anyway, she's no money and I wouldn't let you use it against her."
"No," said Jimmy "you know dad wouldn't see it as a misdemeanor, he'd see it as treachery." adding "I was thinking of sexual favors rather than money."
"I still wouldn't let you." I replied.
"OK" said Jimmy "we'd both demand sexual favors."
"You're crazy" I said "she'd hate me for life. I couldn't live with that."
Jimmy went silent for a moment, thinking. "She wouldn't know you were in on it." he said "We could pretend we'd fell out, then I'd be forcing you to do stuff with her against your wishes."
Jimmy must have seen my eyes light up. The thought of maybe groping mom's tits and even her great ass, while she was thinking I had no choice, sounded great. The thought of some taboo titillation gave me an immediate erection.
Our planning started immediately.
I printed out a few images of mom in various stages of taking the money. We decided that the best time for her to see a copy would be the coming Friday, followed by her being confronted by Jimmy on the following Monday evening. That way, she'd have time to worry, but not for too long.
After completing our planning, I went home that evening and told mom that Jimmy was a bastard. Mom hadn't liked Jimmy ever since she'd caught him once peeking at her changing her blouse. Nevertheless, he was Stan's son and she was concerned at us falling out. She said she hoped we'd make it up.
Over the next couple of days, I let her know that Jimmy hated me and I hated Jimmy. It meant that it was important she didn't see the two of us talking at work. Over Jimmy's shoulder I saw him reading both Better Blowjobs and Advanced Fellatio. He was obviously keen for mom to administer this oral technique, but I felt that he was unduly optimistic that our plan would work, and that even if it did, she would go that far. Still it was good to see a young man taking his studies seriously.
On the Friday afternoon, when mom and I got home from work, I gave her an envelope addressed to her and told her I had found it propped against the front door. When she opened it and saw a photo of herself taking the money, she went white and quickly stuffed the envelope into her handbag.
When dad got home her smile was rather wan as she hugged him. They still disappeared off to bed early but the usual "kerdoink - kerdoink - kerdoink" seemed to me to be quieter and subdued. Mom looked worried all weekend. She knew that Stan wouldn't call the police but, at the same time, she also knew that he'd be boiling with anger and sibling loyalty would count for nothing. He would sack her immediately. After all, he always said he only kept her on for her honesty.
On the Saturday, dad didn't help her worries by complaining about the bills that had just arrived. "It's a good job you're working love," he said "otherwise I don't know what we'd do."
On the Monday I accompanied a very quiet mom into work. Expecting a loud scene, when Stan just gave her a grumpy hello she didn't know what to think. She just kept her head down all day.
That evening we got home and both had showers as we usually did. Except that I crept down with just a towel around me and let Jimmy in the front door. Jimmy seemed to be wearing sneakers and an all-in-one jump suit which puzzled me, but I didn't query it. Provided all went as we intended, we had the evening planned to the last detail, so we just shook hands for luck.
