Son wins his mother and aunt in a contest

“I’m glad he’s been helpful, Ethel. And please, call me Monica.”

Once the ice was broken, they took off and chatted through the rest of the meal. They made plans to dine together again in a few more days.

After a few weeks and several dinners later, Ethel invited me in after a hot day’s work. Sweat was pouring off me and my clothes were soaked. Leading me to one of the bedrooms, she told me to take a shower and leave my clothes outside the door so she could dry them. There was a thick, cotton robe hanging in the bathroom to wear in the meantime.

Clean and dry, I walked out to the living room where Ethel was sitting. She directed me to a comfortable chair several feet opposite hers. We talked for ten minutes while we waited for my clothes to finish when Ethel’s tone turned serious.

“Jason, do you know what happens here on those few times each year I don’t allow you to work?”

I knew what she was talking about. She hosted some kind of a three-day gathering. Neither Frank nor I was allowed to work in the yard during the event so I would have a mini-vacation. Walking by her house when it was off-limits, I noticed several cars on the property at different times of the day. I suspected she still had business connections and figured it had something to do with one of those companies.

“Nope, not a clue. If I had to guess, I’d say something to do with the firms you’re associated with?”

“It’s a personal pursuit of mine. You should be well aware by now that I’m wealthy. There are certain pet projects I invest in. One of them is improving relationships between mothers and sons. Under the pretense of a contest, I bring five couples closer.”

Fidgeting in my chair, this was getting a little too personal. Did she think Mom and I weren’t getting along? Seeing my conflicted expression, she continued.

“Your mother is attractive, isn’t she? Her legs are one of her best attributes. I’ve noticed she wears heels when she comes here for dinner. I’m sure you noticed how it improves the appearance of the backs of her legs. Don’t you shiver with excitement when her soft breasts press into you when you hug?”

Blushing profusely, I wasn’t sure how to respond. How did she know I checked out Mom’s body every chance I could? There was no way I was going to tell her how my prick reacted when Mom hugged me tightly. I croaked, “She is pretty. Our relationship is in a good place and I don’t see any need for improvement.”

She giggled and continued. “When she pulls your body into hers, I bet your senses run rampant. The smell of her shampoo, the soft flesh of her neck next to your face must drive you crazy. And her intoxicating, natural scent. How long can you go before you have to move away from her so she doesn’t notice your stiffness?”

Scarily, she knew me too well. Thinking about Mom, my manhood woke up and was threatening to peek out my robe. I shifted to the back of the chair to avoid an embarrassing situation.

Before I could answer, Ethel ordered, “I’m not going to prolong this discussion any longer. Don’t worry, I’m not going to harm you. Open your robe and show me how much of what I said is true.”