We had the house where everybody hang. Ask all my friends, they'll tell you the same. Was it the house or was it the gang. Or a phenomenon no one can explain? Lots of music, lots of games. Weekend parties we kids attended with our friends. And weekend parties we kids didn't attend. Parents only they said. Then Parent only. Dad had gone to work one day and never returned. Two years of grief turned up nothing. Mom went back to work at a cosmetics counter and doing some side sales work. That's all we were told. We'd visit the store sometimes while she was there in all her finest, but the side sales work was more of a mystery. On the road or so she said. But she was home nights and weekends doing what Moms do. Overall a great mom. She kept going to the parties though.
We were one of those families with similar sounding names. Mom was Charlene, but everyone called her Charli. Sis was named Carly after a famous singer. I was Carl, Jr.
Funny thing was, everywhere we went, strangers seemed to flock to Mom. Then I saw an actress on TV and knew why. Mom bore a striking resemblance to this actress, Joan Severance. I now understood why people would ask her for her autograph. Confused as to why this world famous actress and model would be in our midwest suburban town, they jumped at the chance to speak to her. Mom never told them the truth as she didn't want to dash their dreams tell them how wrong they were. But she made it clear she loved the attention and strived to dress as similar as possible, even styling her hair the same. She'd happily sign Joan's name as close to the original as she could.
Once me and my sister Carli were old enough to take care of ourselves if left alone, Mom would start taking business trips over night and every once in a while she'd be gone for a weekend. She would always leave dressed to the nines and with a huge smile on her face, but come home looking very tired and worn out. We attributed it to the travel and work sessions. We never knew just what those work sessions involved.
She never really said much about her early life, but hinted at having done some modeling and showed us a couple of catalogs with her in various dresses. But little else was ever said about how far into it she'd gotten.
Carli was a year older than me and we both went away to different colleges. Turns out neither of us liked it and had had more than enough as soon as we got degrees. We'd come home during breaks, or maybe travel some. Mom was always there and we all did the usual family things. But there were times when Mom and Carli went off on their own for a while. They said she was learning the business so she could work on her own. I guess for some reason I never really noticed the changes at first, but Carli began to dress a lot more like Mom. And mom dressed a lot more like a much younger lady, always focused on getting as much attention as possible. It started to feel strange when I went somewhere with Carli as she was always the center of attention too. When we all went together, it was even more interesting with so many eyes following us..
After our final college term, we both came home to what was supposed to be a Homecoming Party. It turned out to be a lot more in so many ways. More like a Coming Out party. The first couple of days home were setting up for the party, getting things arranged around the pool. Getting food and drink in. A small catering company was handling a lot of the details.
Our house is just a bit secluded at the end of a Cul DeSac, with a large yard. A hedge surrounds the entire yard and is at least six feet tall and several feet thick. No one can see through or over it and it deadens a lot of sound.
On the morning of the party, the catering company staff began to show up. Mom gave them some final instructions, then gave me a list of things to make sure they did. Then she and Carli disappeared into the house, telling me to handle everything and not disturb them. She said they had some things to do to get ready and they'd be back out after noon when the guests had arrived.
People began to arrive and though I knew some of them from school, most were unfamiliar. Really nobody from the neighborhood for some reason. Most everyone was in pool outfits, swimwear of various types. A few girls were in bikinis, other were in other suits or just shorts and tees. Some were in and out of the pool playing various games. Others just milled around and socialized.
There was a sudden quietness and everybody turned to looked towards the house. I followed their eyes and saw Mom and Carli walking out the house. My jaw dropped. Carli appeared first wearing a shocking pink string bikini that didn't really cover much and heels that seemed way too high.
Then Mom. There was a very audible sigh as she walked though the door and into the sunlight, stepping in time to the song Mustang Sally playing on the sound system. A powder blue bikini almost smaller than her daughter's only barely contained her breasts and the side strings of the miniscule bottom stretched high over her hip bones making her legs look even longer. Essentially she was almost nude in front of all these people masterfully strolling towards them in heels similar to Carli's. Her dark brown mane was blowing wildly behind her in the breeze. At 40, she didn't show her age even a small bit. Taut, toned and dynamite. The mile wide grin on her face told everyone how thrilled she was with the attention.
I wasn't sure whether to be proud or ashamed, or aroused at my mother and sister being so fully on display and commanding the attention of everyone there, young, old, male, female, friend, acquaintance or hired help.
The afternoon passed with little drama, but Mom and Carli made the rounds openly, getting very, very close to many of the guests. Even dancing close with several. When their bikinis needed some kind of adjustment, they did it right there with all watching.
After a few hours, many of the guests had left and the only ones remaining were a few younger guys. Mom mentioned something to Carli about her shoulders looking a bit sunburned. Opening a bottle of oil, she began to apply it to her daughter's bare skin. Of course that caused quite a stir and soon she handed to bottle off to a couple of the guys to take over. And take over they did, oiling down a lot more of my sister than just her shoulders. Carli laid face down on a lounger and soon hands were oiling her back and legs and everything in between.
Not to be left out, Mom mentioned some about needing some oil too and laid down on another lounger face up, spreading her feet just slightly. In no time at all, three guys were on her oiling every exposed inch of her body. By this time Carli had rolled over and was now also face up with hands everywhere.
They looked over at each other and almost in unison lifted their small triangular bikini tops up and over their heads, then reached down and untied the sides of the bottoms. My mother and sister were now fully nude and being oiled down by several young men who were essentially fondling them at will as I watched from a short distance. I expected it to be over soon and the two of them would come to their senses and go back in the house, leaving me to send the guys away.
I was wrong.
Mom effortlessly stood up on those insane heels and faced the guys. Her breasts never dropped at all. They stood out as firm and proud as any half her age. Carli rose and stood beside her. Their bikini bottoms remained on the loungers.
"You know guys, I'm not sure it's fair for my daughter and I to be standing here naked in front of all of you while you're still dressed. Let's see what you've got in those shorts. Carli, dear, why don't you help them?"
