An adult stories – Employee Number One by Club_Soda,Club_Soda My parents were very disappointed with me when I turned down the college coaches offering me full-ride football scholarships. I was a 6’2″, 220 lbs. wall of muscle, making me a pretty good linebacker; many major universities wanted me to play for them.
I had better ideas on what to do with my life besides allowing my body to be beaten up for the cost of public tuition. It was 2002, and people were starting to wake up to how powerful the internet is for the average business, and I knew easy ways to make a lot of cash.
At eighteen, I graduated high school a semester early and moved from my hometown of Orlando, Florida, out west to San Francisco with my nerdy best friend, Josh.
We were ready to live the all-American dream out in California, but as it turned out easy, money wasn’t easy to come by. We worked 100-hour weeks regularly, often without pay, while sharing a studio apartment for the first three years we lived in San Francisco.
Our internet-based businesses always succeeded just enough to make us think we were about to break out big; then, something would happen to put us out of business. Every time a company failed, it would send Josh and me back to the restaurants and clubs to work as bartenders at night while we worked during the day to build the next venture.
At twenty-one, we finally had a business going smoothly enough that we felt comfortable renting a 2-bedroom apartment. Two years later, at the age of twenty-three, we sold that business with an after-tax net of $37 million each. It took five years of complete focus, but we had finally achieved the dream we had left home for.
In all five years, the only fun Josh and I allowed ourselves was the occasional fling with one waitress or another from work, just to relieve our sexual needs long enough to focus on work again. So because we were workaholics, we didn’t know how to celebrate our newfound wealth. We ended up hiring a party planner who flew us to Vegas for a week.
Somehow Josh and I managed to blow $450,000 in just seven days. Not much was spent on gambling or drinking, but a ton of money was spent on strippers and escorts who insisted on emptying our balls at the first sign of arousal. Also, I may or may not have “on purpose” blown up a $100,000 SUV while on a demolition range. The supervisors were pretty pissed at me for that one.
After Vegas, we did what every Silicon Valley millionaire does. We flew out to Southeast Asia to go backpacking. For two months, we enjoyed the change of scenery and the local women, but mostly we talked about what we would do next in business.
Josh had decided to start a new research and development company, which would keep him in San Francisco.
I chose to move back to Orlando; I knew about the mortgage crisis that was about to sweep the nation. My mom worked as a real estate broker, while my dad had a mortgage company. With the help of my parents, I had always been in the loop on national real estate trends.
Coming back from Asia, I bought a commercial building in Orlando with several restaurants on the first floor and multiple business offices on the second floor. I took the corner office space on the second floor as the future headquarters of the new real estate investment company I would build.
I renovated the office space with new carpet, paint, furniture for future employees, classy artwork, and a 99% reflective tint on the new soundproofed exterior windows. A sign was put up outside saying “Crigler Realty” Finally, I ordered new business computers and stored them in the supply closet. After working on the office space for a month, I turned off the lights and locked the door. I was going on another vacation. I decided I would return to Orlando when the crash was underway. I only had to wait seven more months.
***
After leaving Orlando again, I wanted to make up for the lost time in my dating life, so I spent the next seven months learning how to be a pickup artist. I paid for rather expensive coaches. Guys who had turned picking up women into a full-time job.
I was somewhere in Italy at the time, in bed with another girl whose name I hadn’t bothered to learn when the call came. In the darkness of the hotel room, I was woken up by my phone buzzing. Giving my eyes a moment to adjust to the screen light of my iPhone, I read that it was my dad calling.
Answering the phone, Dad’s voice came across the line. “Hey, buddy, how are you?”
Trying to clear the fog out of my throat, I said in a tired voice, “A bit sleepy, Dad; it’s 4:00a.m. over here.”
“Oh, sorry to wake you up, Carson. I can call back another time.”
“No, no, it’s ok. I’m up now.” I said, sliding out of bed and putting on my robe.
“Ok, umm, hey, I’m kind of embarrassed to ask this, but I really need your help.”
“Sure, anything you need.”
“Ok, umm, wow, this is much harder to say than I thought it would be.” Dad had a lot of emotion in his voice, which wasn’t unusual for him. Dad is not a stoic. “You see, business for your mom & me has pretty much stopped dead. We haven’t closed anything in almost three months now.”
“Oh, that sucks; I saw on the news the real estate market was getting a little soft.”
“Ya, it’s worse than that; it’s completely dead over here. We haven’t closed any business, and I don’t want to take any money out of our mutual funds while they are down by almost half.”
“I can understand that. What about your rental houses?”
“That’s what is killing us. Our tenants have stopped paying, all eight of them. We are now on the hook for nine mortgages, including our house, and we can’t sell them because they are all underwater on the loans.”
This is precisely what I had been waiting for, but I didn’t think it would hit Mom and Dad as hard as it had.
“Ok, Dad, here is my idea. I will wire you and Mom $20,000, then when I get back to Orlando, we will work out a price for me to take the rentals off your hands.”
“Thank you, son; I appreciate that so much.”
“No problem, Dad; money is useless if you can’t help the people you love with it.”
“That’s true, but I still wish I could have seen you play for Florida State.” He said, his usual comment to me when a conversation was over.
“Love you too, Dad. I’ll see you soon.”
After hanging up the phone, I started packing up my hotel room, waking my nighttime guest. She initiated another round of sex before I sent her out the door. I finished packing and booked a first-class flight back to the States, where I landed at Orlando International Airport roughly 25 hours after talking to Dad.
After retrieving my bags, I found the driver waiting outside luggage pick up. He wasn’t there to drive me; he was there to drop off the keys to my car I had placed in storage when I left Orlando. He took my bags and guided me to the pickup line where another driver stood next to my red with black stripping 2007 Ferrari F430 Scuderia. Securing my bags in the back, I took the keys and tipped the two men $100 each.
Sitting in the car, I took the time to appreciate the feel of the seat wrapping around my body, the sensation that I was part of the car with how the wheel felt in my hands, and the low roar as I started the engine. I pressed on the gas a little harder than I should have as I sped off toward my parents’ house.
I pulled into the manicured HOA-managed suburban neighborhood my parents had moved into shortly after I graduated high school. I parked my Ferrari in the middle of the half-circle driveway out front.
I rang the doorbell, which triggered the predictable barks of my parent’s tan Labrador Retriever Max. I always enjoyed his stupid look when he pressed his face against the windows to see who the intruder was.
Max was still barking at me when the door swung open, my mom Sasha standing in the gap.
Mom looked confused for a moment, then yelled, “Carson!” as she leaped from the door and into my arms for a big hug. I loved hugging my mom’s tight body; she had given birth to me and my younger sister, April, while she was young, but she always stayed in great shape. Before Mom got into real estate, she was certified as an instructor for Yoga and CrossFit. She was forty years old but could easily pass for twenty-five. If I had to compare her to someone, I’d say back then, she looked like Autumn Calabrese did at the same age of 40, but with a younger face.
Behind Mom was my Aunt Victoria. Her face lit up when she saw her ‘favorite nephew’ She pushed my mom out of the way and gave me her own big hug, hands venturing low on my body as she quickly gave my ass a squeeze just out of mom’s sight.
Aunt Vicky had always been more handsy with me than was appropriate between an aunt and nephew, but I always enjoyed the attention because she was a total bombshell. She is mom’s younger sister and had also married young, just like mom, but still managed to spend time as a professional cheerleader with the Miami Dolphins while being a stay-at-home mom to my three cousins, Heather, Lily, and Sara. My thirty-eight-year-old Aunt Vicky looked like Zuzka Light at the same age.
I let my aunt hug me for a while until Mom started clearing her throat. It was a clear and well-established warning to her sister that she needed to stop touching her son.
“You give the best hugs; that’s why you’re my favorite nephew.” My aunt said, breaking our hug but still resting her hand on the front of my shirt, just over my abs.
I moved so that I had an arm over both women, holding them in a side hug. “You know I aim to please. It’s a pleasant surprise to see you here, Aunt Vicky.”
“Not that pleasant.” Mom said, looking at her sister. Vicky’s face darkened slightly as she looked down and away from me. “Her husband filed for divorce. He did it the day after Sara graduated high school last week.”
Vicky started crying a little bit. “That bastard has been cheating on me for years, and I always let him get away with it. I thought I could be a good homemaker, and that would keep him from leaving, but now the girls are gone, and there is no home to maintain anymore.” Her tears were streaming down her face for what was definitely not the first time today.
I turned towards my aunt, giving her another hug. This time she didn’t grope me; she just accepted my show of concern.
Looking at me, Mom said, “Let’s go inside; we can talk about why you’re here later.”
Walking inside the house, Aunt Vicky clung to my left arm, which was a predictable move for her. What shocked me was mom was softly holding my right hand as she led us to the living room couch. We sat on the U-shaped sectional and talked for a few hours.
I found the conversations hard to focus on; Mom and Vicky wore sweaters up top, but their bottoms were short longue shorts, letting me see the full extent of their smooth legs. Adding to the torcher was their love of sitting cross-legged, which allowed me peaks of their panties underneath the shorts when they moved just right. They were both wearing bright hot pink panties as if they had planned it out that way.
Eventually, Dad came home from the office, bringing burgers for dinner with him. We had a lovely family meal together; the conversation was lighthearted as we caught up on life. Mostly we talked about how my cousins and sister were doing while I had been off conquering the world these past six years.
There were more amusing moments at dinner, with Aunt Vicky trying to rub her foot up and down my leg while my mom used her own foot to bat Vicky’s foot away from me. I always laughed internally when they did this and wondered if Dad noticed what was happening beneath him.
After dinner, Mom, Dad, and I excused ourselves from Vicky so we could talk privately in the home office. For the first time, I sat down with my parents and disgusted their personal finances with them. As it turned out, they had not been doing well in either real estate or mortgage brokerage for a while now. The equity they had built up in their investment properties and their personal home was gone before the crash even happened.
Once we had gone over everything, I tried to sum up the situation. “Ok, so I see the picture here. I can definitely help you guys out; I have the cash. What I am going to do is buy all your houses from you for the amount you owe on them. Including this house so you don’t have to worry about having a place to sleep.”
Mom didn’t like the idea. “Oh, Carson, that’s too much. Just take the rentals; let us worry about this house.”
Dad, getting a better deal than expected, responded, “Now, wait just a second, Honey. If Carson wants to help with this house, I think we should let him. We can pay him rent.”
“There wouldn’t be any rent, Dad; I just don’t want you and Mom to worry about not having a house while this crazy market blows over.”
Mom was still very uncomfortable with the idea of me buying their house. “Roger, I really do not feel comfortable allowing Carson to buy our personal house. He is doing more than enough by bailing us out of the rentals.”
I would find out later why Mom didn’t like the idea, but I did not understand then. I told her my thoughts. “It’s fine, mom. After buying my office building, I still have $31 million in cash ready to go. I can afford the extra to buy your house.”
Mom still looked very uneasy about the situation. I tried to relax her. “Besides, I am staying in Orlando to build a real estate investment firm. Your eight rentals can be my firm’s first purchase.”
Mom didn’t seem any more ok with the idea, but she did relent and give in to our arguments. “Ok, you can buy this house too.” She said in a soft, demure voice I had rarely heard before.
Excited to be out of the financial hole, Dad said, “Great, it’s settled. Carson, let’s get the paperwork together so we can get the ball rolling in the morning.” He got up from his chair and left to go to the other room to pull some documents from his safe.
Mom walked over to where I was sitting, eyes downcast, giving off a strange vibe I had never felt from her before. She took my right hand with both of hers, then lifted her eyes to mine. “Thank you, Carson.” She said, leaning down to kiss me on the cheek, which she had not done to me in the past fifteen years or more. I didn’t know how to react as I sat there staring dumbly.
Gathering herself up, Mom left the office to go find her sister. I was confused by what happened, but I didn’t dwell on it for long as Dad returned to the room with nine stacks of papers. We spent the rest of the night organizing and filling out the paperwork so I could buy all nine houses the next day.
***
I stayed with my parents for the following week and noticed a weird pattern at breakfast time. Mom, who is typically an excellent cook, was making mistakes in her meals. Nothing major, some scrambled eggs were a little runny, or a piece of toast was burnt. All minor things, really, but she didn’t spread misfortune. Every mishandled piece went to Dad, while my breakfast always looked ready to be put on a restaurant’s menu cover.
At Saturday morning’s breakfast, while finishing off my steak strips, I announced, “I’m going to buy a house here in Orlando” Then, looking at Mom, I asked, “Would you like to be my broker?”
Mom nearly jumped out of her chair when she heard me ask her, “Yes! Oh, I’d love to help you find a home, sweetheart.”
Dad laughed at her excitement and asked, “Hey, son, do you need a mortgage? If you do, just let me know.” He finished with a half chuckle. I notice the side of Mom’s mouth pulled back slightly as if trying to hold off a contemptuous look at her husband’s failure to drum up business for himself.
“That’s ok, Dad; I’m going to buy in cash. I don’t think loans are a good way to go right now.” Then turning back to Mom, I asked, “Do you know any places we could visit today?”
“I know two, and they’re not far from here.” She turned to Dad, “Honey can you get the dished? Carson and I need to get changed.” Mom stood up from the table and dragged me by the arm out of the kitchen, telling me to get dressed.
I showered and dressed in black slacks, a blue sports jacket, and a white shirt. The outfit was way too hot for Orlando at any time of the year, but I was looking at multimillion-dollar homes and didn’t know if there would be a dress code.
I was alone in the living room when I came down the stairs. Mom was still getting ready; Dad had left for work, and Aunt Vicky was back in Miami packing up her house. I sat on the couch and watched Sports Center for thirty minutes.
When mom came out of her room, my heart skipped a beat. She was wearing a pink business suit. The jacket had one button holding the front together, but it still managed to hug her form, giving Mom that hourglass look. Her c-cup breasts visible poked through against her petite frame. Her pink pencil skirt stopped mid-thigh, her black high heels lifting her already toned ass. To top it off, Mom had applied her makeup to make her beautiful green eyes look bigger than usual, a perfect contrast to her black silky shoulder-length hair flowing behind her.
I’m not sure how I managed to keep a steady voice, but I did as I said, “Wow, Mom, you look stunning.”
“Oh, you’re just being nice.” She said. I was pretty sure she was blushing under the makeup.
“I am being serious. I don’t think I have ever seen you dressed like this before.”
This time Mom walked up to me, closing the distance between us; I felt her breast push into me as she raised her head to kiss me on the cheek. “I have a very important client today. I want to make sure he is happy.”
Mom took my hand in hers, allowing me to lead her to my Ferrari parked out front. I opened the passenger door for Mom, helping her into the car. She sat down in the seat, feet still on the driveway. When she lifted her legs to get into the car, it seemed to me that she had spread her knees just a little bit further than she needed to, which gave me the briefest glimpse of her lacy black panties that matched her black high heels. Smiling, I walked around to get in the driver’s seat.
“Ok, sweetie, both houses are on Lake Sheen, just exit Sand Lake Road, and I’ll guide you from there.”
“Got it,” I said, starting up the car. I enjoyed watching Mom’s body react in her seat as the engine came on.
Mom watched me the whole time I exited the neighborhood and made my way to the highway access road. “Don’t you do it.” She warned. She had spotted the glint in my eye, knowing what was about to happen next.
“Do what?” I said, trying to play innocent.
“Carson Cameron Crigler. You know exactly what I mean. Don’t you dare gun it when we hit the highway.”
“Come on, Mom, who do you take me for? Some high school kid?” I said as our car started up the on-ramp.
“I know you’re exactly like some high school kid when it comes to AAAAAAAAAA,” she screamed as I slammed my gas pedal into the floorboard. The feeling of my car accelerating from 40 to 120 in seconds always gave me an adrenaline rush matched by few other things in life. It only made it better when I had a startled woman in the passenger seat, enjoying the ride against her will.
We flew by the few cars on the highway, zipping past as if they were standing still. After a couple miles, I let up on the gas, allowing our speed to drop to a law-abiding 10 mph over the speed limit.
As I slowed down, I expected Mom’s usual flurry of slaps on my arm. Her routine for when I pulled a stunt like that. To my surprise, the hits didn’t come. I looked over in her direction and saw something in her eyes. If I had been in a nightclub and had it been a different woman, I would have recognized Mom’s look instantly; but my brain refused to process what was happening. Something was burning behind Mom’s eyes; I told myself she must be more upset than usual.
Twenty minutes later, we pulled up to the first house. It was massive. 11,000 square feet with 6 bedrooms and 8 bathrooms. The asking price was $3,000,000, but I knew instantly I wouldn’t be buying this place. It was far too big. I had spent the past six years living in small spaces, and I loved it. There was no way I was getting this monstrosity of a house.
We still made a quick run through the house, taking note of all the cool features. Mom led the way, allowing me to watch her tight butt move in her skirt. After half an hour, we were done looking at the house. Mom being the experienced realtor that she was, picked up on the fact I was not impressed, so she didn’t even ask if I was considering it. We simply moved onto the next property down the street.
Pulling into the driveway of the second house, I knew I was home. I could just feel it. I stepped out of the car, walking to the passenger side to help Mom. She again spread her legs just a bit too far, allowing for my fourth view of her panties on this trip.
We walked the property, it was still huge, 5,400 square feet with 4 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, but it felt more cozy. The master bedroom upstairs and the study downstairs had spectacular views of the lake. The kitchen was at one time large but felt small with its country cottage aesthetic. The house sat on a full acre of land; the builders used that excess space to block off all neighbors’ views with trees and bushes. It gave the backyard a real sense of privacy. The pool and outdoor grill backed up to the lake, the hot tube doubling as a gas-lit fire pit. I knew it would make for many romantic nights. A dock big enough for two boats topped off the features.
Coming in from the backyard, Mom took my hand and led me back to the master bedroom.
“Tell me what you think of this house.” She said as we looked over the lake.
“I’ll buy it. How much is it listed for again?”
“$3 million” Then, tilting her head as she thought for a second, “But we can probably talk them down to $2.7 million. No one is buying right now.” Mom turned and walked back to the master bedroom windows to look down at the pool again. Her butt seemed to wiggle a little more than it had the rest of the day.
I left the room, and as I headed down the stairs, I heard Mom’s voice saying, “This room is where my grandbabies will be made.”
I thought that was a weird thing for Mom to say, but I didn’t spend any time thinking about it. Instead, I started turning out all the lights downstairs while Mom turned out all the lights upstairs. In the driveway, when I helped Mom into my car again, her legs moved slightly slower, allowing me a longer look between them. This time when I looked up from her legs, Mom’s eyes were right there to meet mine. Aw, I’m busted. I thought. A little embarrassed now, I got in the car and started driving back to my parent’s house.
I had been thinking all week about what my business needed and my parent’s financial situation. I wanted to help both of us out. I started talking to Mom.
“Hey, Mom, I have a business proposition for you,” I said while weaving in and out of the slower-moving traffic.
“Is it the commission on the house we just saw? I’ll cut my end to zero if you want.” She said in a voice that sounded like she was trying to please me.
“No, you keep the commission. What I need is to hire a full-time broker for my investment firm. Are you available to come work for me?
Mom, for some reason, was taken aback a little “Work for you?” she said hesitantly. “Sweetie, I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”
“I’m paying $10,000 monthly, company car, and year-end bonuses.”
Mom perked up a bit, clearly interested in what I said, “That sounds like a good offer.” Then thinking for a moment, she added, “But I really need to talk to your dad about this first.”
The conversation moved to other topics as I drove us home, expertly avoiding the speed traps. I was disappointed when I helped Mom out of the car that her legs stayed together this time, but I soon forgot about my disappointment when she raised gave me a kiss on the cheek.
We walked into the house; Dad was already home watching TV in the living room. He stood up to greet Mom with a hug, but Mom just blew right past him. Dad exchanged a confused look with me. He didn’t have any more of a clue as to what was happening than I did.
Ignoring what happened, I started talking to Dad about the house I was about to buy.
***
One month had passed since I had put an offer on what was to be my first house. I was set to close on it later that day, with a final sales price of $2.5 million. I wished I had started lower. $2.5 million was my opening bid; the seller agreed to the deal within an hour of the offer being made.
Before the closing, I needed to go into the office and finish some work. Mom had accepted my job offer, and we had been working knee to knee on identifying the best real estate deals for the last month. We kept all our options in Orlando for single-family homes, but we set nationwide search parameters for more significant properties.
There were a lot of terrific deals. The real estate market was a complete wreck. I had committed $30 million to this business, which included my office’s building and my parents’ former rentals, leaving me $3 million in cash after I bought my house.
Real estate is an industry where one large low-income apartment complex can easily be worth over $50 million. My $30 million would go a long way, but that still only qualified me a small time.
I seriously thought about bringing in Dad to help get a commercial loan for some of these bigger opportunities, but something in my gut told me keeping my deals all cash was the way to go. When I expressed that feeling to Mom, she wholeheartedly agreed; she knew how bad debt had wrecked her and Dad with their real estate investments.
I pulled up to the office and hopped off my blue 2007 Honda CBR motorcycle. Taking off my helmet, I noticed Mom’s car was already parked outside. I was still staying at my parent’s house, but mom usually got to work earlier than me because she liked to have at least a few highly attractive properties ready for me to review when I walked in.
Walking up the stairs, I hear Mom’s voice from around the corner; the tinted windows keep her from seeing me approach.
Mom’s words stopped me in my tracks. “I just don’t want to fuck him anymore, Vicky,” Mom said. I stood completely still. A part of me wanted to know what my parents’ drama was, so I kept quiet to keep on eavesdropping.
“ya… ya… ya… that’s what I mean. A man is supposed to provide for his family. Frank hasn’t been the provider for this family for over 10 years. I was the breadwinner before this crash happened, and now he doesn’t even have enough pride to own his own damn house. We are forty-one and forty and live in our twenty-four-year-old son’s house.”
That’s strange; I don’t think of it as my house, I thought as Mom carried on the conversation with my aunt.
“Yes, Carson is doing great… NO! You absolutely cannot live with my son when you move up here next month…. Why? Is that a serious question? … Don’t play innocent with me; you’re going to try and fuck him on the very first night… yes, and every night after, that’s exactly my point… WHAT DO YOU MEAN I’M JEALOUS! You know what, Vicky, I can’t handle this call anymore. Bye!”
I heard the sound of Mom’s phone hanging, followed by her heels clacking on the ground as she walked back inside the office.
So, Aunt Vicky wants to fuck me. She isn’t just teasing. I don’t know how I feel about that. I thought to myself. I wasn’t opposed to the idea, Vicky was hot, but I had never considered her advances seriously. Also, what’s that about Mom not wanting to have sex with Dad anymore? Poor guy couldn’t seem to catch a break.
After allowing myself a moment to think about what I had just heard, I started moving again towards the office door. As I entered the office, Mom was coming back from the break room with a cup of coffee in hand. “Good morning, Mr. Crigler!” She said with a cheerful voice and a big smile on her face.
“Good morning Mrs. Crigler. Have you been keeping all the employees in line today?”
“I’ve made sure to keep all me, myself, and I busy building your empire, sir.” She laughed, poking fun at me because I told her I wanted a real estate empire the previous week.
Mom set down the coffee and then picked up a manila folder. This was her morning report of available properties that met our search criteria. She handed me the folder with a kiss on the cheek; it had become her daily routine since day one of working for me.
We sat down to work. It would only be a half day since my home closing was at 2:00p.m. Going through the property leads, we found two more local houses that I decided to purchase. They ended up being the night and tenth single-family houses I bought that month, in addition to my parent’s eight, bringing my portfolio up to 18 rental homes, all paid for in cash.
Turning to the last page of mom’ file, I noticed the listing was very different. It was for a 3,000-acre combined farm/ranch in Wyoming. Mom explained that for what the property made in profit, it should sell for $12 million, but the owners had dropped the price to $7 million and still had no offers.
“Now, this is what I am looking for. Big deals with big value.” I said, turning to Mom; she had a big, satisfied grin. She was clearly proud of herself for bringing this to me.
“Let’s go see it. Call the listing agent and see if we can get a tour on Monday.”
“Yes, sir, right away, boss.” Mom said. She wouldn’t call me Carson, son, sweetheart, or anything else at work. At work, I was always boss, sir or Mr. Crigler. I really enjoyed the respect she gave me in the office. Now I know there was more to it, but I saw it as providing an employer with proper respect back then.
I looked up the location of the ranch on the computer. When I noticed where it was, I turned to Mom. “Hey, this place isn’t far from the Grand Teton Mountains. I’ve never been there, maybe we should spend a few days hiking while we are there. We haven’t had a family camping trip since high school.”
Mom reached into her bag that was on the floor. I enjoyed the view of her tight body stretching her even tighter clothing. As she came back up, I got a view straight down her cleavage to her flat stomach below.
“It would seem great minds think alike.” She said, handing me another folder full of papers. When I opened the folder, I found it stuffed with vacation destinations, hiking trail information, camping locations, and everything else we would need for a camping trip in the Grand Tetons.
We spent the rest of the morning looking through the potential locations for our trip to Wyoming, almost forgetting to write up the offers for the two houses. Eventually, 1:00p.m. rolled around, and it was time to leave for my house closing.
When I stood up, I looked around the empty office; Mom was my only employee so far. A titillating thought crossed my mind. I said it out loud without thinking, “I think I’m only going to hire women for this company.”
Mom snorted, shocked and amused by my comment, “Oh, Mr. Crigler wants to be a pimp. Make us girls work for his money.”
Feeling more cocky than normal, I countered, “If I’m a pimp, then did you want to be my bottom bitch?”
“What is a bottom bitch? I don’t like the sound of that.” There was a cautiously curious look on Mom’s face.
“It’s the girl that goes around and makes sure all the other girls are paying the pimp his money.”
Mom perked up. “Oh, I can definitely do that, but there is no way in hell I’m letting you call me a bitch at work.”
“How about the director of personnel,” I said, smiling.
“That sounds better.”
“Perfect, and as my first order, I am implementing a dress code that all female employees must wear skirts no longer than mid-thigh.”
“Mr. Crigler, I will have to report you to HR for sexual harassment.” She said, smiling up at me from her chair.
Looking down into her eyes, I winked, saying, “Then remind me not to hire anyone for HR.” Mom broke out in a laugh as she stood up and started walking to the door. Step by step, Mom began to pull her knee-length skirt up past mid-thigh.
Mom opened the front office door, then looked back at me. “Am I in dress code now, sir?” she asked, one foot out in front of the other like she was posing in a mini-skirt.
“Yes, you are, Mrs. Crigler.”
“Good.” Mom turned and stepped out the door, letting her skirt fall back to its natural length.
The house’s closing went smoothly; there were no surprises in the paperwork and no last-minute requests. The best part was that since the house was vacant, I took ownership when the papers were signed.
Mom and I had already gone through the house several times with interior designers, picking out furniture, colors, linens, kitchenware, etc. I had already bought everything I needed to fully furnish the place. It was all sitting outside on the street inside two large moving trucks. The plan was to have everything, except for the electronic systems, put in today, then have a team of maids arrange the ins and outs while they gave the house a final cleaning. When I pulled up on my bike, the interior designer was already directing a team of movers on how to place everything.
Mom had not come with me to the closing; it wasn’t needed, but she had been acting as my personal assistant for decorating my house, doing a lot of the in-between communications with the design team. She pulled up in her car shortly after I arrived.
Mom shocked me when she stepped out of the car. She had a different set of clothes on from this morning. She was still in a business suit of sorts; it was checkered black and white with gray transitions. Her jacket was arm’s length and left open, showing the white blouse underneath. Her skirt came up high on her waist but didn’t even reach mid-thigh. As usual, she also had high heels on.
“Wow, you’re looking good. Why did you change clothes?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t noticed my eyes pop out of my head.
“I had to get into uniform.” She said as she walked up to me, putting her figure under my chin, a sign I needed to close my mouth. Busted again, I thought as I watched her walk past me, exaggerating the sway of her hips. She had started doing that every time she walked in front of me.
We monitored the completion of the house. I enjoyed Mom and our interior designer Kristy’s little game. Kristy would try to flirt with me when mom wasn’t around, and when mom was around, she protected me from Kristy like a guard dog, a constant eye battle between the two women without a word being spoken. I still need to figure out why women do this, but at least it’s entertaining to watch sometimes.
Around 7:30p.m., the house was done. The movers, maids, and, unfortunately, Kristy had all left. It was just me and Mom in my new home. The plan for that night was to cook some steaks on the grill and enjoy the sunset from my hot tub overlooking the lake. I had invited Dad to join us, but he had been sick for a few days and declined the invitation.
I looked at Mom, still in her business suit. “Ok, you’re off the clock now. Let’s get changed. I’m going to put the steaks on, and we can watch the sunset over the lake.”
“Sounds good to me, sir.” She said with a smile, then left to retrieve a bag from her car.
I walked up to my new bedroom, looking around in satisfaction. The master bedroom was almost as big as the small 2-bedroom apartment I had shared with Josh. It didn’t feel real to me yet. I stepped into the closet and located where my swim trunk had been put away. A few minutes later, I was outside with the steaks, starting the brick grill.
The sun was just over the horizon, giving everything that perfect golden glow. I loved golden hour. Watching everything glow as the sun set was easily what I missed most about San Francisco. I heard the back door slide open behind me. I turned to see my mother; my jaw literally dropped this time.
Stepping into the backyard, Mom was lit perfectly with the golden sunrays. She wore white hipster-cut bikini bottoms that exposed more of her flat stomach than a standard bikini bottom. Her top was also white, with lacy frills dangling down her C-cup breasts. A small tie around her neck and back were the only things keeping her breast supported.
I didn’t know what to say. Luckily, Mom spoke first. “That steak smells delicious, sweetie. How much longer?”
“umm oh, ya, the steak, it will be” I was struggling to take my eyes off Mom, and she knew it. I continued to fumble around for words, “Umm, ya, it’s umm almost done, I think. So m-mom, I didn’t know you had a swimsuit like that.”
“I just picked it up yesterday. I like to look good for the man of the house.” She said, now walking towards me again. Dumbly I looked around for Dad, my brain still not allowing me to fully understand what was happening.
Mom pressed her body into mine as she reached up on her toes to kiss me. She shocked me again, planting a soft kiss directly on my lips. “Meat smells good, Carson.” She said, separating from me and then going to the outside refrigerator to pull out the chilled alcohol to start mixing some drinks.
I checked on the steaks while Mom made us a pair of mojitos. I took the steaks off the grill and set them aside to rest next to the potatoes and mixed vegetables that had been prepared earlier. Mom had moved to a love sofa pointed directly west with the best view of the lake.
She gestured for me to sit down next to her. I joined her, taking a drink in one hand and wrapping my arm around her body with the other hand. I pulled Mom in close for a hug, loving the warmth of our skin-to-skin contact. We said ‘Cheers’, clinking our glasses, and spent the next 15 minutes cuddled up with each other as we watched the sun go down over the horizon.
Once the night sky was dark, we got up from the sofa. I started arranging the meal while Mom made a second round of drinks, this time margaritas. I don’t remember what we talked about while eating, only that we both really enjoyed the conversation.
After giving our meal time to digest, I walked up behind Mom under the pretext of giving her a shoulder massage. Instead, I scooped her up out of her chair and ran full speed with her in my arms, jumping into the pool together.
The water was freezing. The last thing I was expecting was a cold Florida pool during the summer.
Mom came up for air. “CARSON! CARSON! Holy shit, that’s cold!” she said, swimming towards the stairs. I sat in the middle of the pool, just laughing to myself. There was no way I was staying in, but I was waiting for Mom to walk out just so I could see the bikini cling to her body.
I wasn’t disappointed. She stepped out of the pool with her bikini painted to her body. Mom was lit up from underneath as she scrambled up the stairs. I could easily make out the outline of her camel toe and the location of her nipples poking through the top.
Getting my eye full, I jumped out of the side of the pool, stopping Mom from retrieving her towel. “This way,” I said as I led my shivering mother by the hand toward the hot tub. We both eased our way into the warm bubbling water of the hot tub.
In the hot tub, Mom grabbed hold of my arm; that same demure look she had when we were talking about buying her house came over her face. I let her just be there with me, not pressing. After a while, she started talking.
“Carson, can I kiss you?”
Not sure what she meant, I absent-mindedly agreed, “Sure, Mom.”
She moved in front of me, straddling my lap. I could feel her slit resting on my rod underneath the water. I was confused, my brain still in disbelief. Mom held me in her hands as she lowered her head to mine and locked our lips together.
When our lips made contact, the block in my brain vanished. At that moment, I understood everything from these past five weeks. Mom’s come on’s, her submissive behavior, her shameless teasing. I realized my attraction towards her was her choice, not mine. I was the prey, and she was the hunter.
My brain wanted to stop this, to re-evaluate the fact this woman on top of me was Mom. However, my brain was being cut off from its blood supply as my cock grew.
I opened my mouth, allowing Mom’s tongue to slip in. I darted into her mouth, or tongues dueled back and forth, swirling around each other until finally, Mom sucked my tongue into her mouth and softly bit down, locking me in place.
I felt her hands working underneath the water. She lifted her hips up, then back down. Planting herself right back on my cock, trapped by my swim trunks. Mom lifted her hand out of the water, displaying the bikini bottoms she had been wearing.
Releasing my tongue, Mom placed her mouth by my ear. “It’s all yours, Carson. Just take it.” She said as she lifted herself off of me, then moved to the other side of the hot tubs. Still, with her top on, Mom leaned over the tub’s edge, looking out onto the lake, lit only by the moon.
I stood up, lowered my trunks, and removed them. I stepped forward and saw Mom’s cute heart-shaped ass wiggling beneath the water, asking me to take it. I put my hands on Mom’s hips, steadying her. She looked over her shoulder, making eye contact as I lined up my cock.
I watched Mom’s eyes roll back in her head as I pushed my cock into her love canal.
“Ohhhh, sweaty, Carson, that feels so good.”
“You feel pretty damn good, too,” I said, still trying to work all 7 inches of my man meat inside her.
“Take it, baby, just take me. Aaa, don’t worry about my aaaa orgasm this time. I just need you to claim my pussy. Please, darling, just own me!” Mom said, with urgency in her voice.
I started thrusting forward a little faster, still not bottomed out. A couple more thrusts and I hit Mom’s cervix.
“Oh, wow, you’re a big body. I haven’t felt someone hit that in years.”
Encouraged by her words, I picked up my pace a little. Alternating between deep and shallow thrusts, trying to get Mom’s box to fully open up to me.
It finally happened. I felt my balls slap into Mom’s lower stomach. Relishing the sensation of being fully inserted, I gave Mom’s body time to adjust before moving again.
“Hmmmm, my baby’s is balls deep inside of me. How do you like this?” She said as her vagina started to contract and move around my cock.
“Holy shit, Mom, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever felt from a pussy.”
“Hmmm, it feels better when you’re actually fucking me.”
“Oh, it does,” I said, working my cock in and out of her again.
I moved my hands up Mom’s body, untying the bikini top from the back, then grabbed the small cloth and discarded it into the yard. My right hand played with mom’s breast as my left held her hips to keep mom steady as I moved in and out of her pussy.
“Oh baby, that feels good. Play with my breast, baby, squeeze mommy’s boobs.” She cried as my fingers softly manipulated her nipples.
I could feel my orgasm come on quickly. I hadn’t even tried to get laid since I left Italy, so there was a month of cum stored inside me. I continued to thrust into Mom when a thought crossed my mind. I wonder if mom is on birth control. Then another thought ran through my head do I really care if she isn’t? She just told me to claim her. Knocking her up is the ultimate claim.
My thrusting became more frantic; my balls tightened as my mom kept shouting her encouragement.
“Yes, yes, yes, do it, baby, claim me, mark me as yours. Do it, Carson, make me your bitch! CUM INSIDE ME! AAAAAAA” Mom spasmed in her own orgasm. The extra tightening around my cock sent me over the edge. I felt my balls boil over; no turning back. I thrust forward one last time, pressing firmly against Mom’s cervix. I roared as a month’s worth of semen shot out of me and directly into Mom’s womb.
I held my mom by her hips, keeping her in place, allowing my dick to go soft inside her as we caught our breath. Eventually, our breathing returned to normal, and my cock slipped out of her on its own. I let go of Mom and sat back in the hot tub seat.
Mom turned, and for the first time, I got to see her naked breast, perky from the implants. She crossed the water and sat on my lap, holding onto me with both arms around my neck. I put my left arm around he body, finding her tit with my hand, using it as my anchor to hold her by. I ran my right hand up her leg; she opened them slightly for me as I softly rubbed her vaginal lips with my figure.
We sat for a minute, cuddling, just enjoying the feeling of our bodies together. However, I was still confused.
“Mom, can I ask you a question.”
“Sure, anything for my provider.” She said. My provider, that’s an interesting choice of words, I thought.
“You have been trying to get me in bed since I bought the houses, haven’t you.”
Looking up at me with what I now know to be a look of attraction and submission, she whispered into my ear. “Yes, I have, sir.”
“Why?”
“It’s a woman’s job to care for the man providing for her.”
“Dad doesn’t provide for you?” I asked.
“We have been married twenty-two years, Carson. In all that time, your dad has been the breadwinner for my five years.”
“So you don’t have sex with Dad anymore?”
“I did, just not much. We stopped making enough money to support ourselves a few years ago and started living off debt. So, I stopped sleeping with him. Before tonight the last time either of us got laid was maybe two years ago.”
“Damn, that’s a long time.”
“No kidding.”
“But what about when April and I were young. There is no way Dad was making enough money to support us.”
“He wasn’t, and I wasn’t either.” She said.
“So what did you do?”
With a look of fondness, Mom said, “I slept with the two men that were paying the bills.”
“Grandpa Thomas and Grandpa Marshall were paying the bills back then.”
“Yes, they were.”
This was shocking. I yelled, “You were having sex with your dad and father-in-law!?”
Mom leaned over, locking her lips to mine, trying to suck my tongue out of my head for a minute, then backed off and looked me in the eyes. “Yes, I was. They were the men stepping up to provide for my family. It’s my job as a woman to be available for the men in my life who provide. Until I was twenty-eight, I had regular sex with Dad and Tom. Now I just had sex with my son, who now provides for my family.”
“Wow, that’s crazy. I thought Dad was the only man you had ever been with.”
“He was the first, that’s true, and you’re only the fourth man I’ve ever had sex with, Carson. I don’t have random affairs. This pussy is a strict pay-to-play system, and you better bring enough money to fully support me and my kids.”
“Mom, you don’t have any kids at home anymore.”
She leaned into my ear again, and in a soft, seductive voice, she said, “That’s your call, sweetie. Mommy is on birth control, but if my big sexy provider wants me to stop, I’ll stop.”
“Wow, did Dad ever get that deal?”
“Your dad’s income was never stable enough for me to fully offer myself like that. I thought he had potential when I was young, but it didn’t pan out. You and April probably wouldn’t have been born if I had waited a few years.” Mom gave me another kiss on the lips. “You, however, can provide for me for life. That’s why you’re allowed full access to my body.” She said while placing a hand over her baby basket.
“Look at you, getting hard again already. Mmmm, it’s been a long time since I had a cock this young. How about we take this upstairs. I want to help break in that new bed of yours.”
We got out of the hot tub and dried off. I texted Dad that Mom had gotten drunk and would crash in a spare bedroom. He texted back, telling me to take care of my mother. Still naked, I chased Mom up the stairs like a horny college student, watching her bare ass bonce in front of me as I moved to pinch it over and over again.
Laughing and giggling, I trapped Mom between me and the king-sized bed. I picked up the small woman and tossed her into the middle of the bed. Crawling up the sheets, I separated her knees with my hands. Mom allowed her legs to fall open, showing me that smooth, pretty pink pussy that had given birth to me.
I started kissing my way down her leg, not letting Mom get too comfortable as I mixed in a playful bite with every third or fourth kiss. She seemed to enjoy the pressure of the bit more than the soft touch of the kiss. Soon I had my mouth on her flower.
I licked up one side of Mom’s vulva and down the other. Her pussy lips had swelled again, but I was working them towards max sensitivity. I started circling her clitoris with my tongue while my hands found her breasts and gently manipulated her nipples.
“Oh, that feels so good. Oh, you’re making mom cum again, baby; keep going.” Mom’s legs pressed against my head. Her hips thrust up towards my mouth as I kept a lock on her love button. My left hand left her breast and reached up for her face. Mom took two of my fingers into her mouth and started sucking on them like a cock.
I started working my tongue faster and faster, listening to Mom’s moans of pleaser as she continued sucking on my fingers. I knew she was getting close as her legs applied more pressure to my head. I kept working on her then suddenly, her teeth clamped down on my fingers, sending pain down my arm. Her legs completely wrapped around my head, pushing my tongue deeper into her vagina, her hips thrust toward me, and Mom let out a high-pitched squeal muffled by my fingers. She came, juices squirting out into my mouth. I licked the tasty fluid as her body seized up.
When mom’s body started to relax, releasing my head from her thighs, I started moving up her body, positioning my head with hers. I teased her pussy by running my cock through her folds but not actually going in.
“You’re such a bad boy, teasing your mom like that.” She moaned.
“Hmmm, I think I’m about to be a real bad boy,” I said with a smile. Mom tried shifting her hips so I would slide into her, but I didn’t let it happen. “Tell me, did you mean what you said about me having full access to your body.”
Mom stopped moving her hips, eyes wide open; her full attention was on what I was saying to her. She answered me in a meek, submissive voice, her eyes looking into mine, pleading with me to be gentle with her. “Yes, you’re my provider now, and I think you probably will be for the rest of my life. My body is yours.”
I took a moment to respond, enjoying the feeling of having this level of power over Mom. “Good, I want you off birth control,” I said, watching her face shift to a shocked expression. She didn’t think I would actually take her up on that offer. “You and Dad are going to raise as many kids as I can put in you,” I said as I shifted my hips and rammed my dick home.
Mom felt so much better this time. Without the water, I felt every curve and bump of Mom’s pussy. “yeees,” she moaned as I worked my way inside her. I continued thrusting, Mom’s pussy still adjusted to my size from early. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” Mom yelled.
“I fucking love this pussy” I grunted
“It’s yours, baby, all yours.”
“Oh, Mom, you feel so fucking good. I’m going to enjoy knocking you up.”
“Yes baby, do it, make me a mom pregnant again. I’ll give you as many babies as you want. Aaaaa,” Mom said as she went over the edge for her third orgasm of the night. I felt her spasm around my sheathed dick and continued to pump in and out of her.
I flipped Mom over flat on her belly, mounting her from behind. I re-entered her pussy and started working my cock in and out at an even more rapid pace.
“Your grandbabies are going to be made in this room, Mom. That’s what you said the first day here.”
“Oh baby, I did. I did say that.”
“Bet you didn’t think they would be made inside you.”
“Do Carson, do it! Make me pregnant; claim me as your breeding bitch. I want to have your babies!” Mom went over the edge into another orgasm. The feeling of her pussy contracting around me again caused me to lose control for the second time tonight.
“Take it! Take it! I’m going to make you pregnant!” I shouted as I unleashed another round of baby makers into my mother.
I collapsed onto Mom’s back, both breathing hard, coming down from our climax. I soon rolled off Mom and felt her snuggle into my arm. As I fell asleep, I thought about everything I could do with Mom now that we were lovers.