Family Business: Son comes up with a scheme to help his mother

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“Well that was…” Mom tried to critique the movie as we walked back to the car in the Tuesday night darkness.

“Yeah, I know,” I understood her difficulty, thankful it hadn’t been me that had ultimately decided to choose the film.

“I mean it was Julianne Moore,” Mom added. “I thought it might have been good.”

“Oh well, we’ll know better next time,” I concluded, thinking it wise to put the film in our past. Possibly to never mention it again!

“There might not be able to be a ‘next time,’ for a while,” Mom stated and I looked at her out of curiosity.

“What are you talking about?”

“The salon,” she began. “The new owners are making an announcement tomorrow. There’s going to be changes apparently.”

“What does that mean?” I asked as we came to our car, Mom stopping on the driver’s side and looking across to me before we entered.

“I can only think job cuts,” she admitted. “Maybe less hours at best.”

“What? They cant get rid of you, you’ve been there forever,” I acknowledged. “Anyway, I’m bringing in pretty good money at the moment, there’s no need to stop movie night.”

She smiled as we entered the car. “I’m not having my son pay for me like a date,” she laughed and considering that we’d just sat through two hours of mom/son incest, the words hung heavy in the interior of the vehicle.

In future I would choose my own words more carefully but in an attempt to be, I don’t know, funny? Carefree? Non-plussed? I responded quicker than I should’ve.

“Hey, I wouldn’t expect you to sleep with me or anything!” I stated and immediately felt my face redden.

Mom laughed in response but it seemed to be more out of impulse than actual humour and unfortunately didn’t say another word as we drove from the parking lot.

The silence was becoming uncomfortable and I reached for the radio to provide a distraction, another minute going by before either of us spoke.

“It WAS a bad film wasn’t it!?” She stated and her comment told me she’d equated my retort to the movie. She was thinking about us, them.

“Hey you picked it,” I challenged and she again laughed.

“Hmm, I did didn’t I?” She admitted. “I read a review that said it was ok,” she added, justifying her decision and it told me a whole lot more than I assume she cared to relay.

So she must have know there was an incestuous relationship between a mother and her son as a plot line. What review would leave that out, seriously? Again I began with the fantasies. Mom was 48 (I think.). Was it wrong to not know my Mom’s age for certain, I wondered? Nevertheless, not dissimilar to the woman in the film. As attractive. Well I certainly thought so. I mean up until that minute I hadn’t been looking at her as an object of desire but now I thought of it, she would definitely be considered good looking. She was single and as far as I knew wasn’t looking for that to change. My father had turned her off relationships, I knew, and couldn’t blame her, and certainly showed me how not to treat a woman you supposedly love.

We stopped at the lights and intimating I was looking at something out the drivers side window, I instead looked at Mom. Her hair tied back in a ponytail, still in the white loose pants and matching shirt from work, a jacket thrown over the top. She was, ‘average’ I figured. I reasoned she’d not look out of place in a library, long fitting grey skirt, possibly over black, no, tan pantyhose. A white silk blouse maybe? Pearls. Black rimmed glasses and hair tied back as it was. I imagined her below me. Smiling up at me as I came upon her face, over her glasses. Jesus Christ, I almost gasped as I felt my cock once again stirring. Mom looked across to me before the lights changed and caught me staring at her, my eyes immediately darting away like the guilty party I was.