Angela couldn't help feeling a deep twinge of pride as she watched her son, Owen, working the front counter of her salon. Still three months shy of his nineteenth birthday, the incredibly handsome boy charmed his mother's clientele as they came in to wait for their appointments. And the ladies who were on their way out were even doubly charmed as he flirted with them and told them all how beautiful they looked after their styling sessions. Many of them lingered longer than necessary to flirt back and soak up his attention. Even her few male customers seemed to like the personable young man.
Sometimes Angela couldn't help feeling pangs of jealousy when she saw the way some of her customers flirted shamelessly with her son. More than a few of her clients slipped their phone numbers to the boy, but his mother didn't let on to anyone that she knew about this. Least of all her son. It was also true that he was incredibly good for business. More of the ladies who came to Angela's salon were booking repeat appointments than ever before.
The boost in business came as a huge relief. This was the first time the forty year old stylist had her own salon. She had worked for years at other places, and from the time of her divorce ten years ago she had dreamed of opening her own business. She got lucky when she had an opportunity to get the whole ground floor of an old, converted factory building. It was a huge, open space with hardwood floors and a high ceiling with exposed beams. It was perfect, but it had needed a lot of work to set up for business. Luckily, Angela's father was a retired contractor who helped her with materials and years of expertise. For two months, Owen and her father worked with her to renovate the space and install everything needed for a fully equipped salon.
There was even a private room for clients who wanted waxing or massage services. The main area was open and surrounded by large windows that wrapped around the two, outer walls. Now Angela had three other stylists working out of her new shop.
The salon was located in a convenient spot just at the edge of the downtown area of their city, and walking distance from the college campus where Owen had started taking classes that fall. He worked out his schedule so he was finished with school by mid-afternoon, and then he would walk to the salon and work the reception counter for his mother where he spent as much time studying as flirting with his mother's customers.
Sometimes, in one of the large mirrors in front of the cutting stations, she would catch her son looking at her. This never failed to bring a private smile to her lips. She had worked steadily to stay in shape, and even if her tall form might be a little thicker than it used to be, she had better tone than twenty years ago and looked several years younger than her true age. She usually worked in leggings or yoga pants, which she knew Owen liked seeing her in. Sometimes she wore dresses or skirts that hugged her firm ass and showed off her toned legs. She also wore lowcut tops that showed as much of her cleavage as possible and still be socially acceptable, although she did wear a smock when working on a client.
When she wasn't working on a client, she'd take off her smock and go behind the front counter with Owen. They would greet or check out clients together, or else check the appointment calendar to make reminder calls to people who had appointments the following day. Whenever the mother and son were behind the counter together, Angela couldn't help feeling a little giddy over the way Owen's eyes devoured her voluptuous body no matter how hard he tried to hide it. In the same way, she did her best to hide everything she did to encourage his attention.
Angela was used to males of all ages staring at her tits. She had a stunning pair of beautifully rounded melons that still held a shapely, sculpted quality after a little very minor surgery a couple of years ago. She'd gone for a slight reduction procedure that ended up lifting and shaping her full orbs. Most people thought they were completely fake, but in fact they were nothing more than a slightly modified version of her original equipment.
Owen had been increasingly attentive to his mother's alluring attributes. She probably shouldn't have done so much to encourage the boy's visual exploration of her body, but she didn't see anything wrong with it. A little looking was certainly harmless enough, and for a woman who hadn't been in a relationship since her divorce it did wonders for Angela's self-esteem.
Another reason Angela liked working the counter with her son was that it discouraged her customers' shameless flirting with him. They were much less overt when his busty mother was nearby. Being slender but firmly toned, females of all ages were attracted to the tall, dark-haired eighteen year old, and it seemed as if women her age and even older were the worst of the bunch. His mother knew he had quite a collection of hand-scrawled phone numbers in the drawer of his bedside table, but she didn't know if he'd ever tried calling or texting any of them.
Owen was eighteen now and certainly had the right to call anyone he wanted, but his mother couldn't stop feeling protective. She'd been doing it all her life and wasn't about to stop now. These were simply a woman's natural maternal instincts. It wasn't the possessive jealousy of a grown woman with a schoolgirl crush no matter how many times the thought plagued her mind.
Angela always felt foolish when she found herself imagining unrealistic things concerning her son. Maybe she shouldn't have turned all of her attention toward him and doted on him and only him in the wake of her divorce. Maybe she should have started dating again and gotten involved with men her own age. Sometimes she thought of all the fun she could have been having. It would have been like her younger days before she met her husband when she was a carefree, eighteen year old party girl who loved sucking off men of all ages, from her own up to her father's age.
The maturing brunette often thought of those days with a smile. She never once thought there was anything wrong with earning the title of Blowjob Queen at the end of her senior year. It was something she loved doing, and was incredibly good at it. She'd always loved the feeling of power it gave her to have full control over a guy's pleasure and emotions all at once. She loved the way they sounded and strained not to cum to soon. As long as Angela had their throbbing cocks in her mouth, she was the one in charge.
She'd been mostly faithful to her husband, though. During their time together she had only strayed a few times when she hadn't been able to resist sucking off a couple of his friends and business associates behind his back. It wasn't as if her ex wasn't fucking around every chance he got. But after their divorce she put her full focus on her son and work. And every time she saw the way he looked and smiled at her with so much love and pride she knew there could be no sacrifice too great for him.
Angela had no regrets whatsoever, and now that she had her own business as well as her son in college and there to help her at work, she felt like everything in her life was in the right place.
The usual routine at the salon was for Owen to stay until closing time at eight. Even on Saturdays when she closed at six, he would come in and help with the final clean-up before locking the place up and driving home for dinner. She was especially glad to have her son's help in the last couple of days before the Thanksgiving break that first semester of his freshman year. Business was incredibly busy, and on the Wednesday before the holiday she ended up staying open until past nine o'clock to accommodate a rush of regular customers.
After the other stylists went home for the night, Angela locked the salon door and then flopped into the chair of her own cutting station with a loud sigh of relief. She hadn't even taken off her smock yet. It had been so busy she just wanted to give herself a couple of minutes to chill before doing the cleanup routine and going home. Foolishly, she wore medium high heels that day and her feet were killing her. She closed her eyes and started to zone out until she felt Owen's hands massaging her shoulders.
"Ohh, baby, that's fantastic," she sighed.
"You deserve it, Mom," he said. "You had a brutal day today."
"Mmm, you're so good to me, baby. But if you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to get up anytime soon."
"Just relax, Mom. Your shoulders feel so tight."
"But we've got the holiday tomorrow, sweetheart. We should get home. There's so much to do tomorrow."
"It's just gonna be us again. It's not really a holiday if you don't get to chill."
Angela sighed and let her body relax while Owen's strong fingers worked at the tense muscles in her shoulders. He did have a point, even though she enjoyed making holidays nice for him. But at the moment, he was forcing her body to relax and reminding her how long it had been since she'd had strong, male hands touching her. Her nipples buzzed with warmth and started to thicken as she melted into the chair.
"Darling, I have to admit that feels so good, especially after giving I don't know how many shampoos and cuts today. It's nice to get pampered a little bit for a change," she said.
"In that case, let's do it right," he suggested.
So after massaging her shoulders for a while longer, he got his mother to stand up and take off her smock. She suddenly wished she'd put on a bra that morning because her swollen nipples were now easily visible in her clinging, scoop-neck top. Her son took her by the hand and led her to the small row of shampooing stations.
"Owen, what are you doing?"
"Just sit down and lay your head back in the sink, Mom. I'm gonna give you a shampoo."
"That's sweet, baby, but how do you know what to do?"
"I've only seen you and the others do it a thousand times or so." He rolled his eyes.
The moment she sat and leaned her head back into the sink with the little scoop for her neck she was aware of how easily her son would be able to see down her top. It was bad enough her nipples were so swollen. Owen was always a polite, respectful boy, but he wasn't above checking out his mother's big tits in revealing tops. Being such a virile young man, Angela supposed she couldn't blame him. Maybe it was time to stop blaming herself for enjoying his attention so much.
