“So I’ve been thinking about your job,” I stated as I rubbed both feet at once.
“Oh no not this again,” she groaned. “Really it’s ok. I can put up with it. I don’t want you worrying about me.”
“Hey that’s my job. To worry,” I added.
She drained the last of her glass and as she’d done the cup of tea the night before, rolled to her side to place it upon the floor. The action caused her nightie to ride up as I’d predicted, the smoothness of her pussy displayed to me before I realized it was the flesh colored thong I was staring at. Just as alluring nonetheless with the indent of labia clearly visible. She settled once again on her back, and looked down her body obviously aware her panties were on display. To my surprise she was slow to fix the malfunction, seemingly happy to flash me, I noticed not even looking to my face to make sure I wasn’t peeking.
Did she want me to look, I wondered? My mind raced and believe it or not I was thankful when she finally pulled it back down to cover her groin, enabling me to concentrate on the story I wanted to tell. Barely obscured, I took my eyes from her pelvis and looked into her face.
“Why don’t you go into business for yourself?” I raised the question and she furrowed her brow.
“What are you talking about?”
“I mean set up your own operation. Maybe even with Monica?”
“That’s crazy Lincoln,” she stated. “Do you know how much it costs to set up a business?”
“About five to ten thousand dollars would do it!” I immediately shot back to her surprise.
“And the rest,” she mocked. “The equipment, leasing a premises. It’d be astronomical.”
“You do it here!” I straight away proposed.
“What?” She cocked her head.
“Come on,” I let go of her feet and reached for her hand, dragging her from the couch. Her legs parted and gave me another eyeful that I’d store in my ‘spank bank’ for later use as I pulled her laughing from the lounge room and down the hall.
We stopped beside the front door and I swung my arms around turning in a circle.
“If we had a cat I could swing it in here,” I suggested as I once again looked at her, her face still showing confusion. “It’s a foyer! There’s enough room for a counter, chairs for waiting.” She followed me into the dining room. “We get rid of the table and chairs of course, there’s plenty of space for all the equipment, those chairs you sit on for pedicures.”
I once more took her hand and she giggled as I dragged her from the room into my own bedroom across the hall.
“Look, you could fit two massage tables in here or those waxing beds,” I walked into my en-suite. “Straight from there to the bathroom, it’s perfect!”
I looked in her eyes as she fully understood what I was suggesting. That she run her business from home.
“But there’s still the money Linc,” she doubted. “I can’t afford to set up a business. I’m barely coping with the mortgage as it is.”
“Maybe you can’t, but I can!” I claimed.
“What?”
“My savings,” I proudly stated.
“No!” Mom immediately rejected the notion. “That’s your money, for your future. Your own house.”
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