Note: All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
Sheldon and Joe were two 18-year-old guys I went to school with. A couple of bar hoppers and armchair quarterbacks that believed more in chilling out than working hard. Both were blue-collar kind of guys. When I heard that they were recently fired as janitors at the company they both worked at, I wasn’t surprised. They were longtime friends and we were all three the same age and soon to graduate, so I wanted to help them out.
I asked my mom, Alicia, if there was anything available at the office she managed. I worked as a janitor at the same company part-time when I wasn’t in school, and mom knew I was a dependable worker. Mom was sympathetic to my friends losing their jobs, and trusted my advice. Soon enough my two high school friends had a job, this time working under my supervision.
Sheldon and my mom became good friends as time progressed. He often ate lunch in my mom’s office, and sometimes they’d even leave the office and go out to lunch together. Eventually, Joe was thrown into their little clique too. I was never a part of their outings as I took my lunch only when they were working - someone had to stay on call to do cleanups at all times. This was fine with me, though. At work, I preferred keeping things business-as-usual between myself, Sheldon, and Joe. If my mom wanted to become friends with the new help, who was I to judge?
Things started taking a turn for the worse when my mom began assigning me more work shifts, keeping me away from home a lot. I understood that the work she assigned was for the betterment of the company, but what bothered me was that, while I was slaving away for her company's cleanliness, Sheldon was making more money than me, yet working less. In fact, most of his free time was being spent with my mom. They seemed to be going everywhere together - parties, nightclubs, dinner, the movies, you name it. I knew she was paying for whatever they did together, too. There were times I could smell Sheldon’s body aroma on her when she kissed me goodnight. This was when I started to wonder just how close my mom and my high school buddy were. I mean, I know there was a twenty-year age difference between them, but honestly, if you didn’t know Alicia or Sheldon, you might have thought they were the same age, or at least close.
One day I walked into my mom’s office and gasped when I saw her laying in Sheldon’s arms on the couch, both oblivious to my presence. I listened to their conversation and felt a lump in my throat when I realized he was shirtless.
“He’s an incompetent little fuck,” Sheldon was commenting about someone with his thick thumb caressing my mom’s pouty bottom lip. “Fire him, put me in charge, give him my spot. He can still work all the extra hours.”
“I don’t know,” My mom replied. “He’s a good son, but I just don’t have the heart to tell him how bad he is at his job." My mom popped herself on my friend’s crotch and stroked his chest. Her face was nuzzled in his neck, and her mouth went up to his ear. In response, he stroked my mother's hair and put both hands on her ribcage, causing her to arch her back. At this point, I cleared my throat. My mom jumped off of Sheldon, but he didn’t even flinch. He just looked at me and smirked.
“How…how long have you been standing there, sweetie?” my mom said to me, nervous. I just looked at her and shook my head.
“I think we need to talk,” I said to her, my tone of voice changing.
“You guys talk it out,” Sheldon said, getting on his feet, putting his shirt back on, but not before slapping my cheeks a few times and winking at me.
