All characters in this story are 18 or older.
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"My house, my rules." I don't know how many times I heard this as a child. Even into my teens, that was the mantra. My house, my rules. Like dad didn't exist. So today, on my eighteenth birthday, I was now legally allowed to tell her no. Not that I would, but it was kind of nice to know that I could.
I got up and went downstairs. Mom was already up and about, typical for her. She was a lawyer, a heavy-hitter in a major firm, and she brought in beaucoup bucks. I don't know how much but I know that we never really worried about money in my house. She was dressed in her usual outfit, a blazer-and-skirt combination. Mom was a creature of habit, and dressing well and presenting herself well were two of those habits.
"How's my birthday boy?" she laughed. "Finally my baby's eighteen!" she said next.
"Mom!" I protested. I was so tired of being called her baby.
"Well, you will always be my baby boy."
My older sister Ellen popped into the room. "Hey's its the birthday boy!" She walked over and gave me a kiss on the cheek then popped me on the arm with her fist. "About damn time too!"
Dad walked in next, giving me a greeting as well. He and mom exchanged their typical good-morning smooch, and then he went to get coffee.
"So we have a big night planned for you tonight, Evan," Mom said. "Be home at five," she said.
"But mom!" I protested. I had made loose plans to be with some of my fellow teammates from the football team. Sure, we were going to drive around and look cool and bitch about being bored, but it beat being stuck with the family. I should have known better, to be honest.
"My house, my rules," she reminded me. "Five sharp. Big night tonight."
"Fine." There was no sense in arguing with her. I would never tell her, but there was a sense of relief I had texting my friends to tell them that Mom had stepped in. They were used to such texts from me. Of course there were a couple of replies that were suggestive. My mom, according to all my friends, as a bona fide MILF and they rarely let an opportunity pass without alluding to that.
I had a summer job, working for a local contractor. I liked it - the pay wasn't great but I was out in the sun and I was learning a lot. My dad was some kind of financial geek yet was rather adept with tools. He always told me time and again that one of the best jobs he ever had as a kid as with a local contractor. So he pushed me a little into the job, and I cannot say that I was upset by that.
I told my boss that I would have to leave around quarter to five, it being my birthday and my mom's edict. My boss, having worked for my family, gave me a familiar smirk. Then approved it, of course, because otherwise a direct confrontation with my mom my result. Most people came out a sad second best from such moments.
It had been a hot day, and when I got home my family was already there, and already waiting for me. Both Ellen and Mom's noses wrinkled at my appearance, and evidently, my scent. "Yuck. Go shower," my mom ordered. So off I went to rinse off, lather up, rinse and repeat with shampoo and body lotion. Showering never took me long and I was only ten minutes behind schedule when I descended the steps fresh from my shower.
"Excellent," my mother said, and appraised my choice of clothing. "And look, I did not even have to suggest a change of clothes!" she said proudly. I had debated what to wear, but the truth was, if what I chose would not meet her specifications I would be made to change. So I skipped the battle and chose something I knew she would like.
We tumbled into Mom's Audi SUV. She drove in her typical fashion, which was fast and aggressive. We got to a local restaurant and took our seats, and enjoyed the two hours we spent there just talking easily. Ellen and I chatted a lot about college. She was two years older than me, having completed her sophomore year and entering her junior one. We were not going to attend the same schools - she chose a very large state University and I was accepted an offer to go to an out of state university.
Ellen was very similar to mom. She was smart, awesomely smart. She was insightful, too, and I swear that it was a lethal combination. Neither of those two women in my life - my mom or sister - missed anything. But I enjoyed talking with her, because she wasn't a mean person. She was easy to talk to, friendly and bubbly. It was no surprise that she was elected as her sorority's president. She was just the sort of girl who would join and then run the joint.
Towards the end of the night both Mom and Ellen turned their attention to me. Precisely, they were bombarding me with questions as to why I had failed to continue dating Pam, the girl I'd taken to my senior prom. We split up not long after prom and it really wasn't because of any thing I did or she did.
We sat one night and simply talked it through, deciding that we were happier as friends. So that was that. There was nothing nefarious or humiliating in our relationship's end. It just ended. Neither Mom nor Ellen entirely believed me, but since I was being truthful there was nothing more to give.
We were in the SUV, riding home, with me enjoying the front seat for once since Dad said he wanted to sit in the back with Ellen. The windows were down, and the music was up. The trip did not take long, and Mom pulled into the garage. "You guys go ahead," Ellen said the moment that the car's engine died. "Me and Dad are discussing something."
I expected Mom to snap at them, and was surprised when she shrugged it off. "Come on inside Evan," she told me. So in I went, leaving my dad and sister in the backseat of the SUV. I headed up to the kitchen, and found mom standing there, her fingers wrapped around the back of a chair which she had pulled out from the kitchenette table where we had most of our meals. "Sit," she said in a tone of voice I knew well - it was the one that demanded obedience.
So, I sat. "What's up?"
"Do you know what Ellen and your father are doing in the car?" she asked directly.
"No idea. Talking?" I said.
"No." Mom shook her head firmly from side to side. "Try again."
"I have no idea what they're doing," I replied testily. What the hell else would they be doing, I thought.
She exhaled slowly. Almost happily. "Good." Then to my utter amazement, Mom reached up and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her top. The result was that some of her cleavage was suddenly visible to me.
"Um Mom?" I said with obvious confusion.
"Yes?" My eyes were drawn to movement, and a third button was undone, and now her lacy bra was revealed. What the hell?
