Son for Hire: Chapter 19 (Patreon)

We get up and get dressed.  It was almost comical watching Evelyn tuck away her enormous hard on.  I offer again to help her take care of it but she tells me again that we wouldn’t be doing that today.  Mom’s panties and hose and dress were soiled with cum, spit, and pussy juice but all of that was hidden beneath her calf length skirt so she ends up looking much the same as she had when I arrived after she tidies herself up a bit.  Looking at her looking so good and proper it felt kinda naughty knowing the mess that was under there, especially because I knew that I caused it.  The only thing we leave behind is a little wet spot on the carpet which she says she will take care of later.

Before heading upstairs she shows me around the empty basement suite.  The kitchen, dining area, and living room make up nearly half the suite in one large open area.  The place was basic though not budget.  Appliances, counters, faucets, etc were of established major brands, I could FEEL the quality just by touch, not like the bottom of the line stuff back at my place.  This living area wasn’t huge by any measure but more roomy than what I was used to.  From here everything else was connected.  

She shows me the washroom next.  It was very spacious and well lit, the full sized tub had a little door on the side of it and around the walls were sturdy handholds reminding me that this place was designed for the independent living of an elder.

“Your Grandpa lived here, huh?”

“Yes.”  She says.  “He spent a few happy years here.  This conversion was money well spent.”

“Yeah.”  I say.  “I guess…I guess Alan isn’t all bad, huh?”

“Who said he was bad?”  She chuckles.  “He is my husband Donald, that wasn’t by accident.  But he didn’t pay for this, if that’s what you mean, Grandpa did.”

“Oh.”

“He was a self made man and very prideful.  Wouldn’t let us spend a dime on him.”  She says as she turns on and off one of the taps to show me that it worked.  “It was the only way he’d agree to come here and stay.”   She smiles a wistful smile.  “He even insisted on paying us rent the stubborn old fool.”

I look at myself in the mirror in my old clothes and mussed up hair.  It was an unwelcome reminder of how fucking destitute I looked out here in this luxury world.  I try to smooth down my messy hair.

“It’s okay.”  Evelyn assures me.  “I know this was last minute.”

I give her a smile.  “I’ll look better next time.”

Putting her arm around me she pulls herself tight into my side and fusses with my wrinkly shirt in such a motherly way.  She glances toward the mirror again, our eyes meeting through that glassy surface.  “What do you see when you look in there?”

“I see a beautiful woman.”

“Sweet boy.”  She kisses my shoulder.  “Not me baby, you.”

“Oh.  Um, I see…”  Looking at myself up and down I let out a glum sigh.  “I see…a poor boy who doesn’t deserve a place like this.”

“Mmm.”  She smooths my shirt across my chest with a hand.  “My dirty little man.”  Turning on the tap again she gets the water to a nice lukewarm temperature then wets her hand.  Bringing that up to my face she begins to clean it, wiping away the cum and spit and pussy juice as she gazes at me with a soft smile.  She wipes and dabs my lips then returns the hand to the stream of water to rinse it and starts again.  I stand perfectly still feeling wonderfully cared for.  She strokes my nose and forehead and pats in under my chin and over my cheeks, she even has me close my eyes a moment to stroke my eyelids and eyebrows with the tips of her wet fingers.  She finishes by softly daubing my face dry with the hem of her dress.  Once she had me all cleaned up she speaks again.  “You see yourself as poor?”

“I am poor.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Well…”

“Do you know what I see?”  She turns to look at me in the mirror.

“A cute face and a hot ass?”

This makes her laugh, which in turn makes me laugh.  “You are the worst!”  She pinches my gut.  “Yes, I see that, but I see a lot more too.”

“Oh?”

“I see raw potential.  I see a bright future.  I see a young man of great possibilities, but small dreams.”

“Small dreams?”

She nods.  “What do you want to do Donald?”

“Uh…I dunno.  Get a job I guess.”  I say.  “Look after Kiki.”

“A job?  What job?”

“I dunno, whatever.  I just need something that…”

“No baby boy.”  She reaches up and traces her fingers along the side of my neck.  “What do you want?  Which job?  And to what end?  What’s the goal?  How will you get there?  What’s the first step?  How will you look after Kiki?  Specifics baby.”

“Uh, I don’t know.  Any job will do.”

“You know that’s not true.”  She says softly.  “You’ve got a job right now that proves that.”

“Yeah.”  My shoulders slump.  “Another failure for loser Donny.”

“Failure!?  This job lead you to me.”

“You know what I mean.”

“No I do not.”  She says firmly.  “And I will NOT have you speaking about yourself that way.  You are NOT a loser.”

“Uh…sorry?”

“You are worth believing in Donald.”  She gives me a gentle shake.  “But you need to believe that first.”

“Evelyn…you don’t underst…”  I sigh.  “Whatever.”

“Excuse me?”

I give her a nod and answer more respectfully.  “Sorry Mom.”

“Better.  You are not a failure my boy.  Don’t you ever think about yourself that way.  You are young and still finding your way.  Life won’t be easy my boy.  You take the good and leave the bad, but learn from everything.”  She kisses my cheek.  “Really think about it.  What do you want in life?  I’ll ask you again later and I am going to want an answer young man.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“That’s my boy.”  She holds my hand and looks at the pair of us in the mirror one last time then lets out a long breath.  “I’ll be watching you baby.  You’re gonna make me proud.  I just know you will.”

God damn it!  She was going to make me cry again with this stuff.  I didn’t know what to say or do.  She didn’t understand the penchant I had for screwing things up.  She also didn’t know about my sticky-fingered past.  There was so much she didn’t know about me and I doubted she would have this much faith in me if she did.  Her words humbled me and scared the hell out of me.  I didn’t want to let her down and yet…I knew I eventually would.  In the end all I can say is a whispered.  “Thank you.”

Her hand grips mine tighter.  “Come on, I’ll show you the rest.”

She leads me from the washroom into a small laundry room.  “It comes with a washer and dryer?”  I say as if it were something miraculous.  For me it was.  I’d never lived in a place with these appliances in the suite.  It was actually weird for me to see them without a place to put coins.  “It’s free?”

“Of course.”  She says as she watches me look about the room.  “Grandpa insisted on paying half the utilities but that was hardly fair.  We’ll figure out a better arrangement.”

I touch the smooth white metal of the clothes dryer.  “I…I can’t afford…any of this.”

“Shhh.”  She strokes my back and says again.  “We’ll figure out a better arrangement.”

“This is…too much.”

“Baloney.”  She says like a true boomer, she then loops her arm into mine.  “Come on.”

From there she shows me a storage closet, a bedroom, and then a second bedroom about the same size as the first.  “Two bedrooms?”

“Grandpa wanted the second one for his hobbies.  He had a lot of interests.”

“Oh?”

“Mmm.”  She nods.  “The man just never stopped, until…well, until he did.”

“You miss him.”

“Yes.”  She nods again with a laugh.  “He was the best.  He always made me smile.”

“Are you sure you want me here Evelyn?  What would your grandpa think about…this?”

“Don’t get it mistaken Donald, he was no saint.  Besides, it’s none of Grandpa’s gosh darned business what we get up to.”  She pinches my shoulder.  “And besides…”  An impish grin brightens her beautiful face.  “…I think on some level he would have loved it.  Ha ha!  He kept things cordial but deep down he hated Alan.  To serious and stern and stuffy for his liking.  Grandpa was a hard worker but a free spirit, and my husband can be a tad…uptight.  The two couldn’t be more different.”  She leads me back into the main room.  “Had Grandpa known the tenant to follow him was my secret gigolo I am sure he would have thought it was money well spent to do this place up.  A last middle finger to Alan from beyond the grave.”

I chuckle.  “He sounds like quite a guy.”

“He was.”  She says.  “You remind me of him a little bit.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“As it was meant.”  She motions to door near the entrance.  “There is some extra storage under the stairs too.  You’ll have to park in the driveway, the garage is full.”

“No problem there.”  I say.  “I don’t have a car.”

“Yet.”  She says.  “So, what do you think?  Would you be interested if I can arrange it?”

“I really don’t deserve this.  Any of this.”

“What did I just tell you?”

“To believe in myself.”

“That’s right.”   She says.

I look around the empty suite, my eyes lingering for a moment on the wet spot in the carpet.  “It is…just…wonderful!”  I say honestly.  “It would be the nicest place I’ve ever lived.”

“Let’s hope it works out, hmm?”  She nuzzles my neck and smooches it.  “I’m crazy about you baby, I need my boy here.”

“I hope it works out.”  I give her a bashful grin.  “A boy…needs his Mom.”

“Ohhhh!”  She melts before my eyes before catching herself.  “Gah!  You are TOO cute!”  She pinches my cheek.  “And you know it too.  Stinker.  Come on you, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Yes Ma’am!”