4. Boundaries and Incentives
For the next couple of days I had to treat Mom exactly as I had before fateful Friday. She had made that very clear. I knew a single caress, leer, or even a joke could mess everything up. I thought about several ways I might encourage Lainie to show up, but Mom was worried about our relationship and I was determined to show her nothing had changed on that front. I couldn't initiate anything. I had to wait. It wasn't easy because there was a sexual tension in the air. Things had changed and we both knew it.
On Wednesday after dinner, I started in on the dishes - it was my turn - while Mom poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table.
"So how was school today?" Mom asked.
"Okay. Same old, same old, I guess."
"Who did you talk to?"
"I said hello to a few people."
"That's not what I meant. Did you have an actual conversation with anybody?"
I was glad my back was to her. I shrugged and washed a dish. "What about you? Did you have an actual conversation with anybody?"
"I told you before that this is not about me. I don't want you to end up like me. There is supposed to be more to life than books and baseball."
I didn't say anything. She sighed. I scrubbed another dish.
Then I heard the flare of a match. I froze for a second. Then I peeked over my shoulder to see Mom lighting a cigarette. To this day, seeing a pretty woman light a cigarette is enough to send a rush of excitement through me. I picked up the pace on the dishes.
"Hello, Lainie," I said. "I'm glad you dropped by. I was worried I might not see you again."
"When I leave for good, I'll tell you."
When? I didn't want to think about that.
"But I can't contact you. I need a phone number. Something."
"I think not. This is one of my conditions. Lainie decides when things happen and what things happen. She might show up two days in a row or it might be two weeks."
"Is that fair? I–"
"If you have conditions, let's hear them. You don't have conditions, do you?"
"Well, no, but-"
"I do. Boundaries, too, but we can discuss them later. If it is any consolation, I definitely want to..." she hesitated, "fuck you. I'm dying to fuck you. I'd sleep with you every night if your mother would let me. But this is about more than sex."
My head was spinning. Partly it was the sudden change from Mother to Lainie. Partly it was hearing my mother say the word fuck. Partly it was everything else she said. This is about more than sex? But mostly my head was spinning because Lainie was here and something was going to happen. My cock was bent uncomfortably in my jeans. My mouth was dry. My hands were shaking. I dropped the last dish into the rack, wiped out the sink, and turned around.
Lainie was already stubbing out her cigarette.
She smiled. "So do you want to play a little?"
I managed to nod.
"Well, here." She handed me her coffee cup. "Finish your chore. I know you've had your shower, but I'm going to have a nice bath. Oh, and put clean sheets on your bed."
I washed the cup with shaking hands and wiped down the table. I left the kitchen and headed down the hall for the linen closet. I stopped in surprise. First, Mother was using the bathroom in the hall rather than the one off her bedroom. Second, the door was wide open. Third, she had removed her blouse and was stepping out of her jeans. Kicking them aside, she bent over to test the water rushing into the tub.
Seeing my mother in her bra and panties shouldn't have been much different than seeing her in her bikini, but it was very different. I swallowed a couple of times to get some saliva going and whistled. "Very nice."
It was true. Mother was a petit woman who ate well and got lots of exercise. She was in great shape. She turned and looked at herself in the mirror. "You're too kind."
She quickly dropped her panties and stepped into the tub. My angle was poor and I barely caught a glimpse of her ass as she stepped out of my sight. "Oops," she said, "I nearly forgot this." Her bra came flying out from behind the door.
I reached into the linen closet to grab a couple of sheets, hesitated, and then boldly walked into the bathroom. Unfortunately Lainie was shrouded in bath bubbles but I sat on the toilet anyway. I deliberately - blatantly - reached into my pants and adjusted my hard cock. Lainie giggled.
"You're teasing me," I accused.
"Of course I'm teasing." She blew away a few bubbles from in front of her chest. Did I imagine a flash of pink nipple? "And the teasing is going to get much worse."
"Worse? No fair!" I pretended to pout.
"Too bad. It turns me on. I like it." She blew at the bubbles again. That was a flash of pink nipple! "Teasing is part of my game. What kind of incentive would we have if I didn't do some teasing?"
I didn't like the sound of the word incentive but I was distracted by a smooth leg that emerged from the water. Was that a dark patch between her legs?
"You're killing me here. Do you want me to beg?"
"I don't think so. Such a poor boy," She said, pretending to be sympathetic. "Go make your bed, get undressed and wait for me there. I promise I'll be quick."
"Why don't you get out of the tub first and then you can help me make the bed?"
She laughed. "Here's an even better one. Get undressed here and then go make your bed and wait for me."
"I could help dry you off."
"I could soak in this tub for another hour or two."
