Jonny81
05-14-2016, 12:08 AM
*This is an attempt to flesh out the story and tweak some of the personalities. It shows both Cayden's and Lisa's day (the good parts at least) I'm hoping the split pov works so let me know.*
The dull black numbers above Lisa’s head slowly turned a bright golden orange one by one as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor of her apartment building. She untucked her red blouse and snapped the metal buttons open revealing a sheer nylon bra covering her perky plump breasts and unzipped a knee length skirt so that it pooled around her rubber slippers. She peeled off her ruined stockings and replaced them with a fresh pair as she collected her shoes and skirt from the elevator floor and tucked them into a box sitting on top the rusty cart in front of her. She untied the string in her long golden hair and gave it a shake so that it fell around her shoulders and down her back. The last number lit up and a grin spread her lips as she applied a thick layer of candy apple flavored balm to her chapped lips.
The doors slid opened with a ‘ding’ and she pushed her rusty old cart out into the hall. The spray bottles leaned in their tray, the broom and mop clattered together, a towel fell to the floor. She groaned and kicked the towel up with her toes and caught it with one finger. The wheels wobbled and squeaked as her feet carried her down the hall as the scent of bleach, pine, and candy apples surrounded her.
A decade ago she would have just been crawling out of bed and heading off to the club before returning to her tiny little motel room with a wad of cash in her pocket and a new satin dress on her back or a new pair of stiletto heels on her feet. It wasn’t even the money that she missed but the way men and women would like at her. That’s what she craved, that primal feeling that made her feel like a woman and not just a mother.
She wheeled her cart to apartment 10-05 and checked her watch. At exactly 1:00 she banged on the door and shouted “Candy Apple Housekeeping,” over the sound of rapid gunfire.
After a second she heard the multiple locks disengage and the door cracked open and a single sky blue eye peeked out from the darkness.
Mark Winters was a handsome 30 year old software designer who would have made some lucky girl the perfect husband if not for his little problem. In a lot of ways he was like her son, Cayden, which is probably why he was Lisa’s favorite client and she felt so comfortable cleaning his apartment in nothing but a set of Wal-Mart lingerie. He insisted she leave her cart, phone, and clothing outside his door. He was practically attached to his computer via usb and when he wasn’t, he was testing out his latest design on the big screen tv mounted in the living room.
“Good afternoon Mr. Winters,” Lisa removed her blouse.
“Lisa, I’ve told you, please call me Mark,” he stepped back so she could enter the penthouse apartment.
“Where do you need me today?” she snapped on a pair of nonlatex gloves.
“My office could really use your magic, but I’ll be in there,” he lowered his eyes to the floor again.
“I trust you,” she gave him her sweetest smile..
He nodded and led the way to a converted bedroom that housed enough electronics to stock Best Buy. She knew he basically lived in this one room and often slept on the loveseat in the corner when he wasn’t passed out at his cluttered desk. She looked around and realized it looked alot like Cayden’s room did before he started cleaning it himself. She suspected he often did it just to watch her clean and wondered if he’d given Mark the same idea.
“I think I can help you out, if you don’t mind me rearranging some stuff.”
“Move it, toss it, doesn’t matter, long as I can get to my desk,” he chuckled.
Lisa grinned to herself as she went to gather what she needed before getting started. Mark worked at his computer and she heard him typing away at the keyboard but caught him glancing at her a time or two. She danced and sang softly as she flitted around the room picking up Hot Pocket wrappers, Red Bull cans, dirty laundry, and old magazines. One of the covers slipped and People’s Weekly turned into last month’s edition of Penthouse. She giggled to herself and flipped through the pages before tucking it back into its cover. It had always seemed odd that a single man would hide his porn but then she glanced at him again and realized it wasn’t odd for Mark at all.
She wiped off his bookshelves before arranging his magazine collection, organized by type and month. Not all of the covers were false, the Tech Monthly and Gamer were the real deal. He had several hard backs and pictures of a sexy looking red haired woman with large breasts and ruby red lips hiding in the clutter which she wiped off and placed on the shelves. She found some notes and a binder that looked suspicious with a red stamped manila envelope sitting on top. She accidently dropped the envelope and several documents spilled out. She quickly tucked them back in and pretended not to have seen.
Once Lisa had finished scrubbing the floor with a sponge and had the room itself taken care of, she moved to the large U shaped multi tiered desk and started pulling anything not wired down to wipe off the cherry wood with a baby wipe. She bumped and rubbed against Mark a few times and heard him hold his breath. She glanced at him and saw him holding his chair in a white knuckled grip.
“Am I bothering you?” she asked softly.
“No, I just-” he breathed, “I don’t get touched that often.”
Lisa gave him another smile and went back to dancing in front of him as she cleaned and organized his things. She cleaned each piece of his equipment carefully before setting it back in its place. She had a million naughty ideas float through her head but avoided touching him as much as possible.
She finished with a tired sigh and took another look around the office before checking her watch. She noticed Mark standing behind her with his eyes on the floor and his hands over his belt. A piece of paper dangled from his fingers covering what she suspected was a hardon. She smiled and turned to face him as she slipped her blouse over her arms.
“Is there something else I can do for you?”
“I hate shopping, and Cayden-” he shook his head, “he really likes Hot Pockets.”
She laughed because that explained why his office looked the way it had.
“Hot pockets and Red Bull,” she grinned.
“Can I give you a list and some money; I’ll pay for an extra hour or two.”
“I’m already getting paid for another hour,” she smiled at him.
Mark had her on contract for 6 hours a week at $120 an hour. She felt bad about charging him the full fee when he hardly even noticed she was there half the time but he insisted.
“I know, but I’ll pay extra, because I really hate shopping.”
“I love shopping,” she gave him a grin.
“Good, maybe we can make it a regular thing then,” he handed her a print out and reached for his wallet.
She looked over the well detailed list. It would take her at least two hours to round everything up. She had been looking forward to going home early and spending a few hours with Cayden before she passed out from exhaustion. She’d gotten up at 4:00 am and left the apartment by 6:00 and here it was almost 4:00pm already.
She gave him a sexy smile. He handed her a wad of cash.
“This is too much Mark,” she squealed.
“There is one more thing that I want you to get,” he bit his fingernail.
“What is it?” she felt her voice soften.
“I want to see you in something nice, so please get yourself, and Cayden, something that doesn’t come from the clearance rack at Wal-Mart.”
That surprised her. She’d never even known he noticed her clothing other than to inspect her for hidden flash drives or cameras.
“Only if you’ll let me wear it for you Mark, it’s only fair since you’re buying.”
He nodded, “I trust you.”
Those three words coming from him meant a lot. She gave him another smile and felt like wrapping him in a hug. Instead she tucked his money into her bra and pushed her cart towards the elevator.
***
Lisa stepped out of the elevator on the 6th floor of her building looking like Shikara in her new red silk blouse and short black mini skirt with a honey golden shoulder length hair carrying three bags of clothing for her and Cayden. She carefully unbuttoned her blouse as she smacked her candy flavored lips together to show off her new red lace bra that barely held her breasts from spilling out. She twisted her wrist so that a pink band slid down her arm with a set of brass keys jingling with every step. As if by magic the door to 609 swung open and a shadow fell over her before she was lifted in a breast crushing bearhug. Her nipples hardened against a sweaty chest as her arms swung out causing her blouse to fly behind her as she was spun around. She dropped her shopping bags and closed her hands over Cayden’s cheeks and kissed his laughing mouth and gave him a taste of her Candy Apple lipstick as she slithered her tongue over his.
“How was school baby?” His musky scent teased her as she slid down his body to land on her feet with a cheek against his rock hard chest and his bulge pressed into her stomach held contained by a pair of skin tight bicycle shorts. She felt a soft purr rumble in her throat as she thought how much he had grown since he started working out. He towered over his mother at 5'10 and 170lbs, like a sexy greek giant. Lisa loved every sweaty inch of him.
“Boring, non educational, and vomit inducing ,” he grumbled.
She laughed and her breasts rubbed against his stomach, “That’s what you get for doing your homework before it’s even assigned,”
“Mystery meat and green poo?” he made a face.
“No, everyone gets that,” she giggled.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“I’m hungry, thirsty, and in need of a long soak followed by a deep tissue massage,” she yawned, “then a nap.”
He stepped back to let her inside, “I can order in while you soak in the tub, can probably find us a bottle of wine if you want, and I’m good with my hands.”
She felt her eyes light up at his offer and gave his abs a rub, “That sounds wonderful baby.”
Lisa felt a little guilty manipulating her son like that, but he enjoyed taking care of her as much as she enjoyed letting him.
The stainless steel washer and dryer were both running and she had no doubt that there wasn’t a single pair of dirty underwear, a dirty dish, or take out box left in the apartment. The floors sparkled beneath her feet, the U shaped black leather sectional looked new again, as did the glass table set, and every other surface she could see. Cayden’s Xbox 360 and collection of games were all tucked away underneath the 39 inch flat screen. The blinds were dust free, and the rugs vacuumed. She knew without looking that his bedroom was spotless, and hers probably would be too. He had done an entire week’s worth of chores, and then some.
He deserved a reward for all his hard work. She kicked off her shoes at the door and her blouse slid off her shoulders as she danced through the living area. Her skirt slid down a step later and she unclasped her bra to shake it down her arms as the thong wiggled down her hips and she turned, kicked out her leg, and watched as the thin fabric hit its mark. She stretched her arms and twirled her bra off a finger until it flew into his hands then fluffed up her hair with a naughty grin before skipping off into the bathroom.
Lisa knew deep down that it was wrong to crave that look in her son’s eyes but she enjoyed it too much to give it up. It reminded her of the life she still craved to have him look at her like a hungry beast and her the prey. She trusted him enough to let him look at her as a woman, and him looking at her with those hungry emerald eyes made her feel like a woman. She knew he’d never ask for more than she offered, never abandon her, never do anything to hurt her. He wasn’t just the perfect son, he was her perfect man.
She filled the tub with water hot enough to turn her pale skin a light shade of red, then reached into the cabinet for her scented salts and oils. She slid in with a moan as the oily water splashed over her breasts and neck. The heat and scents combined with her exhaustion quickly lulled her into a relaxed state of bliss and it wasn’t long before her hands started roaming.
Lisa imagined some faceless person’s hands wandering over her; squeezing her breasts, massaging her nipples, trailing their fingers down her trim stomach and over her smooth mound. She moaned softly as a finger slipped between the moist lips of her labia to stroke her aching clit. The images in her head gradually sharpened and cleared as her fingers pumped in and out of her warm pussy and her hips lifted from the water with each slap of her palm.
She didn’t know why she kept denying it to herself. She hadn’t been touched by anyone else in thirteen years. She craved her son’s touch, his magical hands and soft lips. She tried being a good mother, but she couldn’t stop his intrusion into her thoughts, or how her pussy grew wet every time she heard his deepening voice or looked at his developing body.
Even as a child his little hands had idly explored her, an unconscious act on both their parts but it had felt good just the same. She had become addicted to his gentle hands and his kisses had always made her heart flutter. She moaned as her orgasm grew closer and thought of him as he was now, a young man worthy of attention.
**
Cayden dressed and rushed down the stairs to room 409. He knocked and announced himself before waiting calmly as he heard soft footsteps from inside.
Jane was enjoying her retirement and had been lounging in her red silk robe since waking at 6:00 am. It was a drastic change from getting up at 4:30 every morning to put on a chef’s jacket for almost 35 years. Cayden had offered her a bargain that she simply couldn’t refuse. In exchange for secretly teaching her grandson how to cook the old family recipes passed down through almost 8 generations now, and not tell his mother, he would visit her every day and clean for her on weekends.
She had been surprised when Cayden learned who she was and approached her. She hadn’t spoken to Lisa since he was 3 years old and she had taken him away for a year while her daughter grew up to become a proper mother. She regretted that now and wished she could find some way to repair the damage she’d done to her family.
“Hello Jane, is the roast ready?” Cayden gave her a good look as she opened the door and couldn’t help the sexy grin that crossed his lips.
“Come see for yourself,” Jane opened the door and stood back.
Cayden could smell the mouth water dinner long before he stepped into the kitchen and lifted the lid on her slow cooker. A giant chunk of beef swam with potatoes and carrots with spices and herbs floating around them. It had been cooking since he visited her before heading off to school that morning.
“You better use these,” Jane handed him a pair of tongs instead of the meat fork he had reached for.
Cayden fit the tongs around the roast and lifted. Jane giggled and quickly slid a silver serving dish underneath as bits of fat and muscle slid apart. He carried the tray to the counter and she handed him a razor thin knife before putting her hand over his and showing him how to make gentle gliding motions across the grain. The meat practically cut itself and he knew it was perfect.
“Would you like some?” Cayden asked.
“Thank you, I think I’ll have a plate for dinner, it’ll go nicely with a bottle of Cabernet.”
“I wish I was old enough to buy a bottle for Mom,” he puffed his face in a pout.
“How much do you have?” Jane asked.
He pulled out $15 and counted it for her.
“I have a closet full of wine, I think I can sell you a nice Cabernet for $10.”
“Thank you,” Cayden slid his arm around her waist and gave her a one armed hug that put a smile on her strawberry pink lips and made her emerald eyes sparkle.
“Does your mother have wine glasses? Or does she still drink from the bottle?”
“No, she uses plastic cups.”
“I have an extra set, you may need to give them a good rinse first.”
“Wow, thank you,” Cayden kissed her on the lips.
“So what is the deal between you and Mom?” Cayden arranged dinner on the tray.
“You will need to have her tell the story.”
“Why?” Cayden frowned.
Jane dug the set of crystals she had been saving for 17 years and placed each glass onto the tray.
“I took you away once and kept you from her for a year, so in turn she has kept you from me, it’s only fair I suppose, had anyone taken my children from me, I would have done the same, maybe one day she’ll forgive me, I miss her terribly.”
“Can we make lasagna tomorrow night?” Cayden asked as they walked to the door.
“If I can get a proper hug and another of those delicious kisses,” she smiled.
He set the tray down on a desk beside the door and wrapped his arms around her. Jane put her arms over his neck and their lips met. Cayden flicked his tongue out and Jane moaned softly as her lips parted and his tongue danced into her mouth bringing with it the taste of a watermelon Jolly Rancher. He felt her robe spill open and her small perky breasts rub against his shirt as her nipples hardened. His cock hardened in his jeans and he had to pull back. He caught a quick glimpse of her body before she fixed her robe.
“Thank you dear, and I’ll see you tomorrow at 8:00 am.” she opened the door for him.
***
“Dinner’s here,” Cayden stood in the open door watching Lisa touching herself in the bath.
She groaned and caught herself on the edge of the tub before lifting out. Cayden held her new black satin bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders as her feet touched the floor.
“Thank you baby,” She gave him a smile and slid her hand across his cheek and lips.
She tied the sash around her waist before following his firm rear end down the short hall to the open area that was their kitchen, dinning, and living space. She expected a pizza but the scent of roasted beef, potatoes, and carrots filled the apartment and made her mouth water as it reminded her of her childhood home. She found the dining table set for two with a bottle of $100 wine resting in a bucket of ice with a set of crystal glasses. The centerpiece was a delicious looking sliced roast held in a silver serving dish lined with perfectly seasoned vegetables.
“Where did this come from?” she slipped into the chair.
“You aren’t the only one with connections,” he grinned and pushed her to the table, “Jane in apartment 409 has a crush on me.”
Lisa wondered if it was time to tell him the truth about Jane in 409, but now wasn’t the time.
“You shouldn’t take advantage of an older woman’s libido Cayden,” she sighed.
“She isn’t that old, only 56, and she’s hot,” he shrugged.
“And she hasn’t been touched by a man in 16 years,” she told him.
“Not my fault if she offered to cook for us, besides, it’s no different than you house cleaning in a bikini to earn a few extra dollars.”
“How did you find out about that?” she frowned.
“Guys talk Mom,” he laughed.
She had several clients who paid her extra to work in lingerie but she’d always kept that off the books and Cayden only knew one of them. She realized that it didn’t really bother her that he knew. In fact seeing the look in his eyes made her heart flutter. Knowing her son, he probably fantasized about her fucking her clients, then coming home to tease him.
“I like being looked at, but I don’t let anyone else touch me,” she told him.
“It wouldn’t bother me if you did, you’re a sexy woman and you deserve a little fun,” he shrugged and poured her wine.
She smiled at the compliment and knew he meant it.
“Just so you know, I haven’t been laid in 13 years.”
She laughed as Cayden’s face turned as red as her wine and filled her plate.
“Be sure you tell her thank you, this looks wonderful.”
“I promised her that I’d clean for her tomorrow.”
She nodded because that sounded like Cayden alright, and it explained all the extra work he did tonight, but she wondered what Jane really had up her sleeve. No doubt the home cooked meal was meant as some kind of peace offering, but what came next? She drank a glass of wine before even touching the food that she knew would melt in her mouth and all through dinner she couldn’t stop thinking about the mother she hadn’t spoken to in thirteen years.
Thoughts of her mother and all the baggage standing between them caused Lisa to drink the entire bottle of wine as she stuffed her tummy with the delicious food. Cayden was gentleman enough to carry her to her queen size bed. Her robe fell to the floor as he laid her gently on her stomach. She caught the scent of coconut butter an instant before a giant glob of cold goo slid down her butt to pool in the small of her back.
She giggled, “Don’t be afraid to touch me Cayden,” his hands tried to move the glob to a more modest position.
“I-,” she heard him swallow, “I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to get my clothes messy.”
“Then take them off,” she giggled and buried her face in a pillow.
She felt him shifting as he shucked his clothes off and grinned to herself. The wine had her in a nice drunken state and she knew he could have his way with her. She was like a rubber doll underneath him as he straddled her knees and slid his wonderful hands up and down her back. He cupped her shoulders and neck she felt his bare naked cock rub against her butt and had to bite into the pillow to keep from moaning. She felt her pussy growing wet and her legs slipped apart just a fraction.
After a few minutes she felt him digging deeper as his hands traveled further. He grabbed and fondled her butt, slipping his slick hands between her hips and over her moist labia before sliding them back over her butt and down her back. He teased her over and over again. She tried but couldn’t stop her body from responding to his touch.
Lisa didn’t even feel tired anymore, not with his hands working their magic upon her and a gentle pressure throbbing in her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing calm. She wished she could coach him as he explored her but that would have broken the spell. Just keeping her breathing shallow and not moan or scream out her pleasure was hard enough. She remained limp underneath him and let him explore her body under the guise of a soothing massage.
After a long while he gently rolled her over onto her back. She felt her legs spread open as he crawled between them and she thought, ‘Yes, Finally;’ but then his hands slid between her breasts and she felt another cold glob of her moisturizing cream. He smeared it over her chest and shoulders before rubbing it down her stomach and legs. He fondled her breasts a bit and she felt his soft lips on her nipples as his fingers teased her flesh. One of his hands disappeared as the other slowly drifted down her stomach and over her smooth mound.
She peeked while he was distracted and watched him stroke his cock as he explored her pussy. His cock was so close to her mouth, all she had to do was open for it and suck him in. She closed her eyes and whimpered with a moan as she felt her orgasm reaching a crescendo. She heard him pumping his hand over his shaft and felt his fingers sliding into her with a wet slurp. She felt the first warm glob hit her breast and came instantly to flood his hand as another glob fell over her lips. She flicked her tongue out and bit back a moan as she tasted him.
His hands returned as he smeared his seed around her chest and worked it into her skin. She was so wet and horny she could have taken him right then, but knew the timing wasn’t right for either of them. He thought her passed out on wine, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone as far as he had. She felt like crying or demanding he fuck her but did neither as she let the wine take her. It was the perfect ending to her day as Cayden kissed her on the lips and tucked her in.
The dull black numbers above Lisa’s head slowly turned a bright golden orange one by one as the elevator climbed to the tenth floor of her apartment building. She untucked her red blouse and snapped the metal buttons open revealing a sheer nylon bra covering her perky plump breasts and unzipped a knee length skirt so that it pooled around her rubber slippers. She peeled off her ruined stockings and replaced them with a fresh pair as she collected her shoes and skirt from the elevator floor and tucked them into a box sitting on top the rusty cart in front of her. She untied the string in her long golden hair and gave it a shake so that it fell around her shoulders and down her back. The last number lit up and a grin spread her lips as she applied a thick layer of candy apple flavored balm to her chapped lips.
The doors slid opened with a ‘ding’ and she pushed her rusty old cart out into the hall. The spray bottles leaned in their tray, the broom and mop clattered together, a towel fell to the floor. She groaned and kicked the towel up with her toes and caught it with one finger. The wheels wobbled and squeaked as her feet carried her down the hall as the scent of bleach, pine, and candy apples surrounded her.
A decade ago she would have just been crawling out of bed and heading off to the club before returning to her tiny little motel room with a wad of cash in her pocket and a new satin dress on her back or a new pair of stiletto heels on her feet. It wasn’t even the money that she missed but the way men and women would like at her. That’s what she craved, that primal feeling that made her feel like a woman and not just a mother.
She wheeled her cart to apartment 10-05 and checked her watch. At exactly 1:00 she banged on the door and shouted “Candy Apple Housekeeping,” over the sound of rapid gunfire.
After a second she heard the multiple locks disengage and the door cracked open and a single sky blue eye peeked out from the darkness.
Mark Winters was a handsome 30 year old software designer who would have made some lucky girl the perfect husband if not for his little problem. In a lot of ways he was like her son, Cayden, which is probably why he was Lisa’s favorite client and she felt so comfortable cleaning his apartment in nothing but a set of Wal-Mart lingerie. He insisted she leave her cart, phone, and clothing outside his door. He was practically attached to his computer via usb and when he wasn’t, he was testing out his latest design on the big screen tv mounted in the living room.
“Good afternoon Mr. Winters,” Lisa removed her blouse.
“Lisa, I’ve told you, please call me Mark,” he stepped back so she could enter the penthouse apartment.
“Where do you need me today?” she snapped on a pair of nonlatex gloves.
“My office could really use your magic, but I’ll be in there,” he lowered his eyes to the floor again.
“I trust you,” she gave him her sweetest smile..
He nodded and led the way to a converted bedroom that housed enough electronics to stock Best Buy. She knew he basically lived in this one room and often slept on the loveseat in the corner when he wasn’t passed out at his cluttered desk. She looked around and realized it looked alot like Cayden’s room did before he started cleaning it himself. She suspected he often did it just to watch her clean and wondered if he’d given Mark the same idea.
“I think I can help you out, if you don’t mind me rearranging some stuff.”
“Move it, toss it, doesn’t matter, long as I can get to my desk,” he chuckled.
Lisa grinned to herself as she went to gather what she needed before getting started. Mark worked at his computer and she heard him typing away at the keyboard but caught him glancing at her a time or two. She danced and sang softly as she flitted around the room picking up Hot Pocket wrappers, Red Bull cans, dirty laundry, and old magazines. One of the covers slipped and People’s Weekly turned into last month’s edition of Penthouse. She giggled to herself and flipped through the pages before tucking it back into its cover. It had always seemed odd that a single man would hide his porn but then she glanced at him again and realized it wasn’t odd for Mark at all.
She wiped off his bookshelves before arranging his magazine collection, organized by type and month. Not all of the covers were false, the Tech Monthly and Gamer were the real deal. He had several hard backs and pictures of a sexy looking red haired woman with large breasts and ruby red lips hiding in the clutter which she wiped off and placed on the shelves. She found some notes and a binder that looked suspicious with a red stamped manila envelope sitting on top. She accidently dropped the envelope and several documents spilled out. She quickly tucked them back in and pretended not to have seen.
Once Lisa had finished scrubbing the floor with a sponge and had the room itself taken care of, she moved to the large U shaped multi tiered desk and started pulling anything not wired down to wipe off the cherry wood with a baby wipe. She bumped and rubbed against Mark a few times and heard him hold his breath. She glanced at him and saw him holding his chair in a white knuckled grip.
“Am I bothering you?” she asked softly.
“No, I just-” he breathed, “I don’t get touched that often.”
Lisa gave him another smile and went back to dancing in front of him as she cleaned and organized his things. She cleaned each piece of his equipment carefully before setting it back in its place. She had a million naughty ideas float through her head but avoided touching him as much as possible.
She finished with a tired sigh and took another look around the office before checking her watch. She noticed Mark standing behind her with his eyes on the floor and his hands over his belt. A piece of paper dangled from his fingers covering what she suspected was a hardon. She smiled and turned to face him as she slipped her blouse over her arms.
“Is there something else I can do for you?”
“I hate shopping, and Cayden-” he shook his head, “he really likes Hot Pockets.”
She laughed because that explained why his office looked the way it had.
“Hot pockets and Red Bull,” she grinned.
“Can I give you a list and some money; I’ll pay for an extra hour or two.”
“I’m already getting paid for another hour,” she smiled at him.
Mark had her on contract for 6 hours a week at $120 an hour. She felt bad about charging him the full fee when he hardly even noticed she was there half the time but he insisted.
“I know, but I’ll pay extra, because I really hate shopping.”
“I love shopping,” she gave him a grin.
“Good, maybe we can make it a regular thing then,” he handed her a print out and reached for his wallet.
She looked over the well detailed list. It would take her at least two hours to round everything up. She had been looking forward to going home early and spending a few hours with Cayden before she passed out from exhaustion. She’d gotten up at 4:00 am and left the apartment by 6:00 and here it was almost 4:00pm already.
She gave him a sexy smile. He handed her a wad of cash.
“This is too much Mark,” she squealed.
“There is one more thing that I want you to get,” he bit his fingernail.
“What is it?” she felt her voice soften.
“I want to see you in something nice, so please get yourself, and Cayden, something that doesn’t come from the clearance rack at Wal-Mart.”
That surprised her. She’d never even known he noticed her clothing other than to inspect her for hidden flash drives or cameras.
“Only if you’ll let me wear it for you Mark, it’s only fair since you’re buying.”
He nodded, “I trust you.”
Those three words coming from him meant a lot. She gave him another smile and felt like wrapping him in a hug. Instead she tucked his money into her bra and pushed her cart towards the elevator.
***
Lisa stepped out of the elevator on the 6th floor of her building looking like Shikara in her new red silk blouse and short black mini skirt with a honey golden shoulder length hair carrying three bags of clothing for her and Cayden. She carefully unbuttoned her blouse as she smacked her candy flavored lips together to show off her new red lace bra that barely held her breasts from spilling out. She twisted her wrist so that a pink band slid down her arm with a set of brass keys jingling with every step. As if by magic the door to 609 swung open and a shadow fell over her before she was lifted in a breast crushing bearhug. Her nipples hardened against a sweaty chest as her arms swung out causing her blouse to fly behind her as she was spun around. She dropped her shopping bags and closed her hands over Cayden’s cheeks and kissed his laughing mouth and gave him a taste of her Candy Apple lipstick as she slithered her tongue over his.
“How was school baby?” His musky scent teased her as she slid down his body to land on her feet with a cheek against his rock hard chest and his bulge pressed into her stomach held contained by a pair of skin tight bicycle shorts. She felt a soft purr rumble in her throat as she thought how much he had grown since he started working out. He towered over his mother at 5'10 and 170lbs, like a sexy greek giant. Lisa loved every sweaty inch of him.
“Boring, non educational, and vomit inducing ,” he grumbled.
She laughed and her breasts rubbed against his stomach, “That’s what you get for doing your homework before it’s even assigned,”
“Mystery meat and green poo?” he made a face.
“No, everyone gets that,” she giggled.
“How was your day?” he asked.
“I’m hungry, thirsty, and in need of a long soak followed by a deep tissue massage,” she yawned, “then a nap.”
He stepped back to let her inside, “I can order in while you soak in the tub, can probably find us a bottle of wine if you want, and I’m good with my hands.”
She felt her eyes light up at his offer and gave his abs a rub, “That sounds wonderful baby.”
Lisa felt a little guilty manipulating her son like that, but he enjoyed taking care of her as much as she enjoyed letting him.
The stainless steel washer and dryer were both running and she had no doubt that there wasn’t a single pair of dirty underwear, a dirty dish, or take out box left in the apartment. The floors sparkled beneath her feet, the U shaped black leather sectional looked new again, as did the glass table set, and every other surface she could see. Cayden’s Xbox 360 and collection of games were all tucked away underneath the 39 inch flat screen. The blinds were dust free, and the rugs vacuumed. She knew without looking that his bedroom was spotless, and hers probably would be too. He had done an entire week’s worth of chores, and then some.
He deserved a reward for all his hard work. She kicked off her shoes at the door and her blouse slid off her shoulders as she danced through the living area. Her skirt slid down a step later and she unclasped her bra to shake it down her arms as the thong wiggled down her hips and she turned, kicked out her leg, and watched as the thin fabric hit its mark. She stretched her arms and twirled her bra off a finger until it flew into his hands then fluffed up her hair with a naughty grin before skipping off into the bathroom.
Lisa knew deep down that it was wrong to crave that look in her son’s eyes but she enjoyed it too much to give it up. It reminded her of the life she still craved to have him look at her like a hungry beast and her the prey. She trusted him enough to let him look at her as a woman, and him looking at her with those hungry emerald eyes made her feel like a woman. She knew he’d never ask for more than she offered, never abandon her, never do anything to hurt her. He wasn’t just the perfect son, he was her perfect man.
She filled the tub with water hot enough to turn her pale skin a light shade of red, then reached into the cabinet for her scented salts and oils. She slid in with a moan as the oily water splashed over her breasts and neck. The heat and scents combined with her exhaustion quickly lulled her into a relaxed state of bliss and it wasn’t long before her hands started roaming.
Lisa imagined some faceless person’s hands wandering over her; squeezing her breasts, massaging her nipples, trailing their fingers down her trim stomach and over her smooth mound. She moaned softly as a finger slipped between the moist lips of her labia to stroke her aching clit. The images in her head gradually sharpened and cleared as her fingers pumped in and out of her warm pussy and her hips lifted from the water with each slap of her palm.
She didn’t know why she kept denying it to herself. She hadn’t been touched by anyone else in thirteen years. She craved her son’s touch, his magical hands and soft lips. She tried being a good mother, but she couldn’t stop his intrusion into her thoughts, or how her pussy grew wet every time she heard his deepening voice or looked at his developing body.
Even as a child his little hands had idly explored her, an unconscious act on both their parts but it had felt good just the same. She had become addicted to his gentle hands and his kisses had always made her heart flutter. She moaned as her orgasm grew closer and thought of him as he was now, a young man worthy of attention.
**
Cayden dressed and rushed down the stairs to room 409. He knocked and announced himself before waiting calmly as he heard soft footsteps from inside.
Jane was enjoying her retirement and had been lounging in her red silk robe since waking at 6:00 am. It was a drastic change from getting up at 4:30 every morning to put on a chef’s jacket for almost 35 years. Cayden had offered her a bargain that she simply couldn’t refuse. In exchange for secretly teaching her grandson how to cook the old family recipes passed down through almost 8 generations now, and not tell his mother, he would visit her every day and clean for her on weekends.
She had been surprised when Cayden learned who she was and approached her. She hadn’t spoken to Lisa since he was 3 years old and she had taken him away for a year while her daughter grew up to become a proper mother. She regretted that now and wished she could find some way to repair the damage she’d done to her family.
“Hello Jane, is the roast ready?” Cayden gave her a good look as she opened the door and couldn’t help the sexy grin that crossed his lips.
“Come see for yourself,” Jane opened the door and stood back.
Cayden could smell the mouth water dinner long before he stepped into the kitchen and lifted the lid on her slow cooker. A giant chunk of beef swam with potatoes and carrots with spices and herbs floating around them. It had been cooking since he visited her before heading off to school that morning.
“You better use these,” Jane handed him a pair of tongs instead of the meat fork he had reached for.
Cayden fit the tongs around the roast and lifted. Jane giggled and quickly slid a silver serving dish underneath as bits of fat and muscle slid apart. He carried the tray to the counter and she handed him a razor thin knife before putting her hand over his and showing him how to make gentle gliding motions across the grain. The meat practically cut itself and he knew it was perfect.
“Would you like some?” Cayden asked.
“Thank you, I think I’ll have a plate for dinner, it’ll go nicely with a bottle of Cabernet.”
“I wish I was old enough to buy a bottle for Mom,” he puffed his face in a pout.
“How much do you have?” Jane asked.
He pulled out $15 and counted it for her.
“I have a closet full of wine, I think I can sell you a nice Cabernet for $10.”
“Thank you,” Cayden slid his arm around her waist and gave her a one armed hug that put a smile on her strawberry pink lips and made her emerald eyes sparkle.
“Does your mother have wine glasses? Or does she still drink from the bottle?”
“No, she uses plastic cups.”
“I have an extra set, you may need to give them a good rinse first.”
“Wow, thank you,” Cayden kissed her on the lips.
“So what is the deal between you and Mom?” Cayden arranged dinner on the tray.
“You will need to have her tell the story.”
“Why?” Cayden frowned.
Jane dug the set of crystals she had been saving for 17 years and placed each glass onto the tray.
“I took you away once and kept you from her for a year, so in turn she has kept you from me, it’s only fair I suppose, had anyone taken my children from me, I would have done the same, maybe one day she’ll forgive me, I miss her terribly.”
“Can we make lasagna tomorrow night?” Cayden asked as they walked to the door.
“If I can get a proper hug and another of those delicious kisses,” she smiled.
He set the tray down on a desk beside the door and wrapped his arms around her. Jane put her arms over his neck and their lips met. Cayden flicked his tongue out and Jane moaned softly as her lips parted and his tongue danced into her mouth bringing with it the taste of a watermelon Jolly Rancher. He felt her robe spill open and her small perky breasts rub against his shirt as her nipples hardened. His cock hardened in his jeans and he had to pull back. He caught a quick glimpse of her body before she fixed her robe.
“Thank you dear, and I’ll see you tomorrow at 8:00 am.” she opened the door for him.
***
“Dinner’s here,” Cayden stood in the open door watching Lisa touching herself in the bath.
She groaned and caught herself on the edge of the tub before lifting out. Cayden held her new black satin bathrobe and slipped it over her shoulders as her feet touched the floor.
“Thank you baby,” She gave him a smile and slid her hand across his cheek and lips.
She tied the sash around her waist before following his firm rear end down the short hall to the open area that was their kitchen, dinning, and living space. She expected a pizza but the scent of roasted beef, potatoes, and carrots filled the apartment and made her mouth water as it reminded her of her childhood home. She found the dining table set for two with a bottle of $100 wine resting in a bucket of ice with a set of crystal glasses. The centerpiece was a delicious looking sliced roast held in a silver serving dish lined with perfectly seasoned vegetables.
“Where did this come from?” she slipped into the chair.
“You aren’t the only one with connections,” he grinned and pushed her to the table, “Jane in apartment 409 has a crush on me.”
Lisa wondered if it was time to tell him the truth about Jane in 409, but now wasn’t the time.
“You shouldn’t take advantage of an older woman’s libido Cayden,” she sighed.
“She isn’t that old, only 56, and she’s hot,” he shrugged.
“And she hasn’t been touched by a man in 16 years,” she told him.
“Not my fault if she offered to cook for us, besides, it’s no different than you house cleaning in a bikini to earn a few extra dollars.”
“How did you find out about that?” she frowned.
“Guys talk Mom,” he laughed.
She had several clients who paid her extra to work in lingerie but she’d always kept that off the books and Cayden only knew one of them. She realized that it didn’t really bother her that he knew. In fact seeing the look in his eyes made her heart flutter. Knowing her son, he probably fantasized about her fucking her clients, then coming home to tease him.
“I like being looked at, but I don’t let anyone else touch me,” she told him.
“It wouldn’t bother me if you did, you’re a sexy woman and you deserve a little fun,” he shrugged and poured her wine.
She smiled at the compliment and knew he meant it.
“Just so you know, I haven’t been laid in 13 years.”
She laughed as Cayden’s face turned as red as her wine and filled her plate.
“Be sure you tell her thank you, this looks wonderful.”
“I promised her that I’d clean for her tomorrow.”
She nodded because that sounded like Cayden alright, and it explained all the extra work he did tonight, but she wondered what Jane really had up her sleeve. No doubt the home cooked meal was meant as some kind of peace offering, but what came next? She drank a glass of wine before even touching the food that she knew would melt in her mouth and all through dinner she couldn’t stop thinking about the mother she hadn’t spoken to in thirteen years.
Thoughts of her mother and all the baggage standing between them caused Lisa to drink the entire bottle of wine as she stuffed her tummy with the delicious food. Cayden was gentleman enough to carry her to her queen size bed. Her robe fell to the floor as he laid her gently on her stomach. She caught the scent of coconut butter an instant before a giant glob of cold goo slid down her butt to pool in the small of her back.
She giggled, “Don’t be afraid to touch me Cayden,” his hands tried to move the glob to a more modest position.
“I-,” she heard him swallow, “I’m not afraid, I just don’t want to get my clothes messy.”
“Then take them off,” she giggled and buried her face in a pillow.
She felt him shifting as he shucked his clothes off and grinned to herself. The wine had her in a nice drunken state and she knew he could have his way with her. She was like a rubber doll underneath him as he straddled her knees and slid his wonderful hands up and down her back. He cupped her shoulders and neck she felt his bare naked cock rub against her butt and had to bite into the pillow to keep from moaning. She felt her pussy growing wet and her legs slipped apart just a fraction.
After a few minutes she felt him digging deeper as his hands traveled further. He grabbed and fondled her butt, slipping his slick hands between her hips and over her moist labia before sliding them back over her butt and down her back. He teased her over and over again. She tried but couldn’t stop her body from responding to his touch.
Lisa didn’t even feel tired anymore, not with his hands working their magic upon her and a gentle pressure throbbing in her pussy. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing calm. She wished she could coach him as he explored her but that would have broken the spell. Just keeping her breathing shallow and not moan or scream out her pleasure was hard enough. She remained limp underneath him and let him explore her body under the guise of a soothing massage.
After a long while he gently rolled her over onto her back. She felt her legs spread open as he crawled between them and she thought, ‘Yes, Finally;’ but then his hands slid between her breasts and she felt another cold glob of her moisturizing cream. He smeared it over her chest and shoulders before rubbing it down her stomach and legs. He fondled her breasts a bit and she felt his soft lips on her nipples as his fingers teased her flesh. One of his hands disappeared as the other slowly drifted down her stomach and over her smooth mound.
She peeked while he was distracted and watched him stroke his cock as he explored her pussy. His cock was so close to her mouth, all she had to do was open for it and suck him in. She closed her eyes and whimpered with a moan as she felt her orgasm reaching a crescendo. She heard him pumping his hand over his shaft and felt his fingers sliding into her with a wet slurp. She felt the first warm glob hit her breast and came instantly to flood his hand as another glob fell over her lips. She flicked her tongue out and bit back a moan as she tasted him.
His hands returned as he smeared his seed around her chest and worked it into her skin. She was so wet and horny she could have taken him right then, but knew the timing wasn’t right for either of them. He thought her passed out on wine, otherwise he wouldn’t have gone as far as he had. She felt like crying or demanding he fuck her but did neither as she let the wine take her. It was the perfect ending to her day as Cayden kissed her on the lips and tucked her in.