On the ride home from the funeral, mom seemed a little more nervous than before. Not a panic nervous just seemed to be concerned about the drive. My aunt and uncle’s house was next to ours. So I pulled into the driveway between them. She entered the house first, calling for her sister.
The house was empty, I mean like nothing was there as we entered the front door, passing through the entryway into the living room. Finally, we heard her call out from the office.
Once we heard the voice, my mother turned to me, smiled and in a very nervous voice, asked me to do her a favor. I said “Anything”. She wanted to go into the office alone and talk to her sister. She wanted me to wait a few minutes then come in.
I asked if this waiting would also explain her weird behavior and she said that everything would be explained in the office. Just give her five minutes with her sister. Telling me this, she couldn’t look me in the eye. She held my hand until I agreed. Then smiled and went into the office.
That Office…
Like I said before, my uncle and my father were both independent business owners, consultants, and advisors. We lived next to each other, and they both had home offices we kids were never allowed into. Growing up, the office was like forbidden planets to us kids!
On any given day, if one or the other wasn’t on the road, they were in each other’s offices working on something together. If not there, they would be down at the local pub, shooting pool and again, talking business. Always talking business.
They may have been busy with their work and they may have been successful, but I always admired that they were always there for us. There for our school plays, baseball games and other events. They were also keeping up their neighborly obligations. Their wives were always beside them at these events.
It wasn’t until I was in college that I finally got to go inside the office and actually look around it. Both offices were almost identical. It was funny as it was scary!
It was like out of the 1950’s when these houses were originally built. Old, stained wood walls, smoked glass wall separated the office from the rest of the house. Floor to ceiling bookcases filled with all the classic business books. Family photos, photos of where they have been, diplomas, and awards filled the rest of the walls. An old wooden desk, some filing cabinets, and a drafting table. It was all there. Mad Men in real life.
The strange man and my aunt
It was my aunt who came out of the office after my mother went in. Aunt Linda was looking a little out of place. I was worried and confused. If I had to guess, maybe she had mad sex or something. But I knew that she was a one-man woman. She was devoted to my uncle.
The fact that I noticed she was not wearing a bra, now had me really confused and really worried about this game they were playing. She asked if I could bring in a couple bottles of water. I went out to the kitchen, again, seeing it too was cleaned out. I guess the family got the goodies.
As I opened the door with bottles of water, I dropped them and stood there in shock at the sight before me.
My mother, dressed in only her matching bra and panties, came to my side, bent down to pick up the water bottles as she also took my hand, telling me to hold my horses, try to hold my temper and to “just listen before responding” as everything I am seeing will be completely explained.
As I shut the door, she pulls up an office chair for me to sit down and catch my breath. While she lets go of my hand, hands me a bottle of water and hands the strange man, now sitting where my uncle would normally sit at the desk. Then she properly sits in the corner on the couch against the wall.
That mysterious man was sitting in my uncle’s wooden rocking desk chair, glasses on, legs crossed as he filed through some notes on his lap. Not looking at me but facing me.
At his feet, my aunt, in a submissive kneeling pose. Her back was to me as she was focused on him. But her head turned so I can see the side of her face. She is crying, smiling, and shaking. I wasn’t sure of happiness, shock, or fear.
To my surprise, she was also nude and she had a collar with a leash on her. Her pose gave me a clear side boob shot that started to give me a serious erection.
In my most angry voice I demand to know what the hell “this is” and “who the hell is this overly dressed, yuppie looking man” and why was my aunt kneeling at his side, and why is she nude?
All those questions just came pouring out of me. Part of me wanted to grab a blanket to cover her up, part of me wanted to beat the shit out of the man, and part of me wanted to know why my mother was now huddled up in the corner on the couch. Smiling at me in her bra and panties.
Yet, the kinky side of me was enjoying the scene. Seeing my aunt, a profile of her and those magnificent breasts were now free from clothing and sporting nipples larger than I had ever seen before.
She was more beautiful kneeling there nude, than anything I imagined masturbating to her in my nightly fantasies.
As much as my mind didn’t want to, I had to look over at my mother and admire her feminine beauty. She was two years younger, short black hair, not as tall as her sister, and she was smaller in all the right areas. My hard cock was starting to speak for me.
I was shaking as my mother firmly repeated for me to calm down and stay seated so “we can explain everything”.
Mister New Yorker there, I was starting to realize that I knew him from some place. He finally spoke. “Well, Jake, we both know that well trained slaves always sit at their master’s feet. Correct?”
Then it dawned on me. “Your Josh!”
“Bingo!! You finally figure it out.” He said as it were joke. Mom spoke up “Seems like we each have a little family secret”.
Josh finished up “And now we have a little problem we need to resolve quickly.” He paused and made a gesture for me to take my aunt’s leash and to move my chair closer to the desk.
“Please, take what’s yours and let’s get the dots dotted and the t’s crossed. I have a flight back to Vegas to catch in 30 minutes.”
Josh is a lawyer for “The Company”. I met him a few times when I was a chauffeur and drove my favorite client Alex to the airport to pick up clients.
He liked to ride along, and they always talked business. After a few months, Alex mentioned that he wanted me to join the organization, Josh was the second person to nominate and approve me. With these two behind my nomination, it was a done deal.
The Company
What is called simply as “The Company” was started in Hollywood during the great depression. The movie stars and the studio owners were in a panic. They weren’t the most conservative and squeaky-clean people out there. Southern California was still kind of a wild west state for those who still had the money.
With so many people out of work, everyone out west was wanting to work for someone in Hollywood because that’s where the money was. The problem was these money moguls and Hollywood executives would hire someone and soon live to regret it.