Her legs were made to look even better by a pair of what had to be four inch black heels. Unable to help it, my eyes worked the length of her legs right up to the hem of the skirt which I swore couldn’t be more than a couple of inches lower than her crotch. If she sat across from anyone today they would be getting a show.
She was standing with her legs slightly apart and I couldn’t help staring at the inside of her thighs. Like the woman I was hoping to meet tonight her thighs weren’t slender, but still had a nice shape, thick some of the guys at school would call them.
“Mom!” Jimmy spoke up, “What the hell are you wearing?”
“I’m going to work.”
“Like that?” he pointed, “Can you sit in that thing?”
“I’m working at the lounge today.” She shrugged, “I won’t get tips in jeans.”
“The lounge is open this early?”
“I…” she paused then smiled, “No, but I’m seeing George for breakfast first and figured I’d give him something to think about.”
“Him and everyone else.” Jimmy shook his head, “That’s way too short of a skirt, mom.”
“I’ll keep that in mind dad” she said with more than a little annoyance in her voice.
“Yeah, okay.” Jimmy sighed.
“Anyway, I came in here to tell you I’ll be home for a little bit later, but I’ll probably be gone for the night before you get back. There’s left over pork chops and mashed potatoes in the fridge.”
“Where you going,” he looked annoyed, “George’s again?”
“Yes,” she told him, “Why, do I need permission?”
“No, just wondering why he never stays over here.”
“Maybe he’s afraid of my guard dog son.” She reached out and touched his cheek, “I love that you look out for me Jimmy, but I’m a grown woman and I feel more comfortable at his place. I don’t have to look around his house and be reminded of your asshole father. I’ll be home for breakfast okay?”
“Sure.” Wendy kissed him on the cheek and as she turned away gave me a little wave. “You boys go out and make some money today!”
“Maybe I should wear a short skirt.” I laughed and ignoring Jimmy’s dirty look went on, “Maybe I would get better tips.”
“Nah, you don’t have the legs for a skirt.” She told me, then surprised me by adding, “But you do look good with your shirt off, bet some of the horny housewives would tip you extra then.”
“Mom.” Jimmy sounded aggravated.
“Oh, honey.” She laughed, as she turned away from us “It was just a joke.”
She left the room and I saw Jimmy still looked pissed. “Everything okay? I was only joking about the skirt.”
“I’m not mad at you. Mom’s been acting weird. She comes and goes all the time and she’s dressing like…well you saw her.”
“Yeah, but she’s a cocktail waitress right?”
“Yeah that was all she could find when her office closed, but she works messed up hours. She’ll be gone three four hours, come home, go back out later, she says she splits shifts.”
“I take it you don’t like the boyfriend?”
“I might if I ever met him.”
“You never met George?”
“Nope, not yet, and I don’t know why. I mean he’s banging her every Saturday night and some Friday’s too, so I guess it’s serious, but she won’t bring him around.”
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