Author's Note
This is a chronological story of an incestuous, romantic relationship between a mother and son. If this is not your bag, move on! All characters are over 18. Read at your own risk!
With the holidays, the move, and the trials and tribulations of family out of the way, it was time to get back to work! In early January, Jerry and I sat down and went through the network setup. It was as simple as you can get. I made up a list of all the equipment I needed, gave me an invoice number, and said "Buy what you need!". So I did! Took me about a week to get all the computers, servers, registers, and card readers set up. The place he leased used to be a cafe. With a little remodeling, it became a computer store. We loaded the cage in the back with the computer inventory. We did practice sales of merchandise and everything worked! Jerry hired a couple of younger guys for the counter that was up to speed on all the latest gear. We had a grand opening at the end of January and it went well as did the first week of sales. His idea of holding a 'DIY' computer build was getting traction. I would have enough for a session soon.
Around the first week in February, Jerry asked me to come in on a Saturday, just for half a day. I was going in around 10. We were sitting at breakfast at the 'kitchen' table. It's a table that sits in front of the kitchen breakfast bar and the north side wall. It too had picture windows. Early spring and the sun was breaking through. I poured a couple fresh cups of coffee and Elaine and myself. She had just removed her muffin from the toaster. It took her a week to get the setting right! With the muffin browned to perfection on her plate, the butter came next. A light, even coat. Finally the lime marmalade. A precision amount! Too much will be messy and not enough, unsatisfying. Important stuff! I watched her take a bite and savor one of her simple pleasures. She finished chewing and took a sip of coffee.
"How long are you working today?"
"I have a small 'punch list'. I figure 3 or so. Maybe longer."
"OK. Be home around 5."
"We have something going tonight?"
"I have an idea for an appetizer and I just want to spend the evening with you."
"OK, 5 it is!"
I went into the bedroom to get ready for work.
'I have a new recipe?'
yeah, right! She hasn't cooked much in 3 years! This is our game. She gave me just enough for me to obsess during the day. Now I get to wonder what she has planned. Works every time! The day went by fast. I was quite happy with my network, as was Jerry and the new marketing person, Dal. Dal was rather 'different'. He looked like a 15-year-old Waldo/Harry Potter sibling. He always wore a pair of round wire-rim glasses, a red stocking cap, and a purple scarf. Ok cool. I built him a very high-end machine for all his graphics work. He was setting up a webpage/CRM and an email campaign. Appeared as if he knew what he was doing. I finished around 2, surfed the net, then WoT online with my buddy from school. It was finally time to go home.
The Muni train drops me about 6 blocks away from the condo, on the main avenue. I have to walk past several shops before I turn to head down the hill. I passed a flower shop and noticed the spring bulb flowers in the window. Crocuses, daffodils, gladiolas, and irises. Elaine loves irises! I asked the florist for 3 with some baby's breath. She framed it with fern leaves and wrapped them. I paid and took the bouquet, then sniffed them.
"Seems like something this beautiful ought to smell the same!"
"You would think! She'll love them anyway." She said with a smile. I smiled and left. Little things like this make Elaine very happy. Walking the last few blocks, I found myself mulling over the little 'lure' she threw out this morning. Finally, back home, I open the front door and stepped into our entryway. The entryway formed an 'L' shape that blocked off the main room. I could smell something. My weird olfactory system is unusual. It's very sensitive. I could discern the most subtle of scents. I was quickly recognizing that this was any ordinary scent, it was
the
perfume.
Jesus, I should have known!
"Hi. I'll be out in a minute. I laid some clothes out for you on the bed."
"Thought you said we didn't have anything to do tonight?"
"GO!" Don't play with the lights!" One of the cool features of the place is the lighting. There was both baseboard and sconce lighting. There were recessed lights in the ceiling that are adjustable. Makes for a nice ambiance.
She'd laid out a nice shirt and a pair of slacks. I changed and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror and all looked good. No boogers hanging or stuff in my teeth, good.
It's the details!
I returned to the living room, bouquet in hand. I heard the unmistakable 'click-click' of stiletto heels on hardwood. She turned the corner from the kitchen into the main room. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and wine glasses in the other. She set them down and returned to me in the middle of the living room. Her dress was a satin-like material, with an iridescence to it. It had small straps with plunged into a deep 'V'. Well, her breasts looked as expected! The bra had given her a gorgeous 'lift'. Her ringed nipples wrapped in satin is an image burned into my memory that is recalled often! I handed her the flowers.
"Thank you! Irises already! I'll put these in water." She turned and walked toward the kitchen. As she did, I, of course, watched her gorgeous legs encased Cuban foot stockings! She returned with the flowers in a vase and set them on the sideboard. Returning, she took my hand.
"I didn't mean to ambush you." She said with a sultry glance.
"Yeah, you did." I grinned She just smiled.
"Do you like the stockings? Are they what you pictured?" She said turning and tilting her hips in a very coquettish fashion.
"I think I shorted myself with imagination! I said, feasting on the sight before me.
"You have all evening to
indulge
your senses baby!"
She took my hand and we sat in the corner of the sectional. I poured the wine she had 'breathing'. We toasted. Her tutelage in wine has become a new experience, as have numerous other aspects of my life. In a word, she has taught me to 'savor'. We sipped the wine.
"This is interesting! Light, fruity, some tannin and a bunch of other flavors I can't single out. It's very good!"
"It's a New Zealand Shiraz. It's received some good reviews."
I sat for a moment, just feasting my eyes. Her makeup was gorgeous! Her complexion, flawless. She used a metallic turquoise eye shadow that totally changed her eye color. Her eyeliner was a 50's style swath. Complimenting all this was a set of long, full, and flared eyelashes. Her lipstick was a beautiful red that was seductive and inviting. She crossed her legs and one of the reinforced tops of her stocking peeked out. I could see the strap of the garter belt through the dress material.
"You know, I've been sitting here trying to come up with an eloquent statement about how you look. I'm stuck!"
"How 'bout saying what you think."
"Ok,
you look fuckin' HOT!"
"I can live with that!"
I took a long sip of my wine. "Misses Caulder, are you trying to seduce me?" I said trying to be coy.
"Of course! How am I doing?"
"All 10's. You know, I'm going to seduce you right back!"
"You're that confident?"
"Of course! I can see that you're quite taken with me!" She grinned and stifled a laugh.
"You're getting very good at this."
"What?"
"
Erototropia, Ludus.
The art of playful love."
