When Justin got home from work that night he knew something was up. His mother just gave him a wry smile, but his father had a strange look on his face.
"Sit down," his mother told him, as he entered the kitchen. "I've kept a plate warm for you." She was wearing tight shorts and a v-neck t-shirt.
She looked good and she didn't hide her cleavage when she bent over to put the plate in front of him. He didn't hide the fact that he was staring down her shirt, but he was a disappointed to find that she was wearing a bra.
She got up, flashed him that wry smile again, and then went to the sink. Her shorts were so tight and short that they didn't contain the cheeks of her ass.
Justin was eating his dinner, and watching his mom's ass, as his father came in the room. Justin's father, John, was dressed in a swimsuit and shorts. He was obviously going for an evening swim.
His father had no idea what his son was looking at because he was so preoccupied, but Justin felt guilty about it anyhow.
"Justin, ah, your mother and I have to talk with you," his father talked as if he was still deciding on what to say.
"Okay," Justin replied looking at his mom for some hint. Had he done something wrong? Had his father found out?
"It's about the Courtesan program," his father started. "Your mother and I talked for some time about it."
Justin looked again at his mother, but she just shrugged her shoulders.
I still think that it is a worthwhile program, and I'm really sorry about this, but your mother is still adamant against it, and I can't sway her."
"I can sway her Dad. I've swayed her before," Justin said grinning, and his mother had to turn around so as not to laugh at the double entendrΔ.
"I don't think so son. But you can try."
"It's all right Dad. Maybe Mom's was right. I don't need a Courtesan," Justin said straight faced.
"I don't agree with you, but I'm glad that you are being mature about it."
"It's okay Dad."
"Justin, you're a good son. I want to talk to you about something else. I know that you might feel frustrated by this decision and act foolishly."
"I won't Dad."
"I don't want you going out and having unprotected sex with some young girl and regretting it."
"I won't dad. I won't have sex with some young girl."
"It's nothing to be flippant about. When I was your age I lost a good friend to the disease."
"I know Dad," Justin said rolling his eyes at the much-repeated tale.
"I know that you've heard it before, but you didn't know how he died. I've never told you.
He knew he was going to get the disease since the young girl he had relations with died from it. He was nineteen, and knew he was going to die. They immediately put him in quarantine.
Finally the disease caught up with him, and I visited him in the hospital afterwards. I had to wear one of those exposure suits, and he was already starting to haemorrhage internally.
I don't have to tell you. You've seen all of the health videos, but when you see it in person its different. It's a horrible, horrible way to die. I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."
Justin now felt bad about being so impatient with his dad. He also felt a little depressed. His mom must have felt the same way, because she started to do dishes, and they had a dishwasher.
"Its okay, Dad. Mom's taking care of me."
"What?" His father asked befuddled.
"Mom is just looking out for me. She just wants to do what's right for me."
"Yeah. Right. Anyway, enough said. I'm going down to the pool for a swim. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay Dad."
John gave Katie a kiss and then headed out the door to the pool. The room was silent for a while. His father had created a pall over the room. But Justin being a young man who thought he would live forever, was concentrating on the only thing that mattered to him now; his mom's ass.
She was finishing up the dishes, and Justin got out of his chair to bring his plate to her. Her hands were still in the water, but she turned her body partly around to talk to him.
Justin put his dish in the sink and then put a hand on his mother's hip. Katie gave him a questioning look.
"I want to sway you," Justin whispered to her as he put another hand on her waist.
"What?"
"Dad said it was okay for me to sway you. Don't you want to get swayed by me?"
"Mom's taking care of me. You're an ass," Katie said repeating the joke.
"I love when you talk dirty to me, Mom. Talk dirty to me."
"What are you talking about?" Katie asked trying to fend him off as he slipped a hand up her shirt.
"Talk dirty to me! Ask me to fuck you. Tell me you want my cock. Tell me that you touched yourself thinking about me." Justin slipped a hand under her bra, and tweaked her nipple.
"Where do you get this stuff from? And get your hand out of my bra. Your father's right here."
"I want you to talk dirty to me. Can't you just say 'Oh Justin fuck me?"
Justin was starting to get all hot and bothered, and even though John was in the pool, Katie couldn't afford to have her young son humping her in the kitchen.
He started to kiss her ear, so she took a glass of dishwater out of the sink, pulled his pants out by the waistband, and while he thought she was getting amorous, she poured the water down the front of his pants.
"Oh fuck!" Justin yelled as the soapy water drenched his groin. "What did you do that for?"
"Get upstairs and get changed. Isn't it bad enough that I'm putting out for you, that now you want to get kinky, too?" She was being serious, but she showed him half a smile to signify that she really wasn't mad.
"Mom!" Justin whined.
"You'll get it when it's the right time, not when your father is around. If he was ever to find out? And I'm not talking dirty to you, you little pig! I don't know who raised you to talk like that to your own mother."
"Mom I want to sway you."
"Oh, go fuck off, and get out of those wet clothes."
Justin broke away from her and headed upstairs to his room. "I just love when you talk dirty to me."
Later when John came in, she was sitting in the TV room watching a show and drinking a cup of tea. He had a look on his face that he had when he needed to talk to her, but he just stood there hovering over her.
"What?" She asked.
"I've got to go into work early tomorrow. I'll probably be gone before you wake."
"Oh John not again."
"I know. I know. But I have a ton of work, and I didn't want to have another late night at work. It seems like I never see you and Justin anymore."
"Whatever," she said frustrated.
"And remember that I'm leaving on Tuesday for that trip to Ohio."
"Oh shit. Ohio? I forgot all about it."
"I know. I wish that I never took this promotion, but remember Justin is leaving for college in a few months, and we need every penny for tuition."
"Yeah, I know. It's just that I feel like I'm married more to my son than to you."
"Well enjoy him, because in September he'll be at school all day, and he'll be too busy for his mom."
"Don't worry about that," she said irritated. She got up off the couch and brought her teacup into the kitchen. "Justin and I are spending a lot of time together." You wouldn't believe how much, she thought to herself.
The thoughts in Katie's head ran rapidly from her son to her husband, and then back to Justin as she swam laps in the family's back yard pool. She didn't know how this was going to turn out, but she was sure that her marriage was on rocky ground.
The sun was just barely up on that late June morning and it was already promising to be a scorcher. She had been so preoccupied that morning that she had no idea how many laps she had made across the built in pool.
Her one-piece suit felt silky and clingy in the cool water as she churned out her laps. It was a serious suit manufactured for competitive swimmers. It was white, high cut on the leg, and ridiculously see-through when wet.
She wore this same suit last year, and after she got out of the pool one day, she noticed Justin's eyes were not where they should be. He averted his eyes, shamefully, and made an excuse to go into the house. Katie soon realized that her girls were right out there for public view.
As she was thinking about how she had flashed her son that day she sensed another presence in the yard. Since she was in the shallow end of the pool, she stopped her workout, stood up, and rubbed the water out of her eyes.
She stood in the waist high water with her hands, prayer-like, in front of her mouth, and her arms covering her exposed breasts.
It was Justin, clad only in swim shorts and flip-flops, and he was throwing a towel on to one of the poolside chaise lounges.
"Hi Mom. I thought I'd join you," he said as he kicked his footwear off.
"Hi Honey. Sure come on in," she said, but he didn't wait for consent, but dove right in. He dove in the deep end and made a beeline for her. She stood in the same position as he swam up to her, then popped his head out of the water, and as looked up at her, he was grinning like a fool.
He had that same stupid grin that his father used to have on his face whenever he wanted "some." Though Katie thought that Justin's grin was a bit more endearing.
How had it come to this, she thought. He had become a sexual predator, and she was as helpless as a fawn. She had become a sex kitten to her son.