“Spill something on your pants?” she casually asked as they removed the bags from the trunk.
“Yeah,” he stumbled.
She knew he was lying but didn’t press the issue. They carried everything into the kitchen and began putting it away. When she pulled out the bottle of tequila John took it and set it off to the side near the sink. The look in his eyes told her that he was fighting the urge to open the bottle and have some right then and there. Before she could say anything to him about his drinking Helen walked in dressed in a white halter-top and a pair of black shorts that left half her cheeks hanging out. She had a towel wrapped around her head. Well, that explains the wet spot on John’s pants she quietly seethed. Another thing that didn’t go unnoticed was how Helen’s nipples showed through the material when she turned a certain way.
“So John, is the pool safe to use?” Helen asked, raising her hands up to adjust the towel.
“I should probably skim it first,” he replied, his eyes glued to the twin points on her chest.
“Fantastic, maybe you’d be a sweetie and get that done while I start dinner. Nothing like a cool drink and a dip in the pool after dinner to help relax a person,” Helen cooed, stepping up to John and gently placing her hand on his chest.
“Actually, you should wait a spell before swimming after you eat,” Madison tossed out snidely.
“That’s what the cool drink is for,” Helen returned, casually letting her hand slide off John’s chest without even glancing in Madison’s direction.
“John honey, I’m going to take a shower and cool off. This southern California heat is for the birds,” Madison said before shooting daggers at Helen and storming off.
“Okaaay,” Helen remarked then turned to John. “You too big boy, scat, go take care of that pool while I fix you a home cooked meal.”
The meal turned out to be Teriyaki Salmon with zucchini and scallions, and it was way beyond delicious. Helen apologized for not having any sesame seeds for it but no one was complaining. After they finished John had the women leave the kitchen while he cleaned up. Helen asked about the pool then squealed with delight when he said it was ready for action. Saying she was going to put on her swimsuit she sashayed out of the room with an exaggerated sway in her hips. Madison stayed behind and helped despite his protests.
“You doing alright kiddo?” she asked taking the rinsed plate he was holding and putting it into the dishwasher.
“Yeah Mom, I’m fine.”
“Any plans to get back to work? Maybe start getting back into the swing of things.”
“Actually Mom, between the settlement from the trucking company and what Dan offered for my half of the firm, I’m pretty well set financially.”
“You’re selling your share of the company?” Madison asked surprised, turning to look at her son.
John had started an architectural firm with his old friend from school Dan Marlowe. After a slow start they garnered a job for a well-known movie mogul that loved their design for his new mansion. When word of his praise spread through the Hollywood crowd they became the go to guys among the rich and beautiful. In the span of just three years their firm had become worth millions. The offer that Dan had made John was quite substantial.