Son for Hire: Chapter 20 (Patreon)

With Evelyn leading the way, her big beautiful ass swaying at face height in front of me, we walk back up the stairs.  She locks the door behind us as I look out over the stone deck, the sparkling blue swimming pool and the verdant green yard beyond bordered by high hedges and beds of flowers.  At the very back stood two old towering trees that shaded that area.  At the corner of the house here was a rectangular section clearly meant to be a small patio for use by the suite’s tenant.  I could almost imagine myself sitting here on a deck chair enjoying the sunshine and listening to the breeze rustling through the trees, almost.  None of this felt real still.  I knew in just a short space of time I would back again in Kiki and I’s dingy apartment.

Evelyn comes up beside me, her hand rubbing up my back.  It was like she just had to touch me if we were close to each other, like she just couldn’t help herself, and I loved it.  I had never been this physically comfortable with anybody before.

“The pool will be off limits when Alan is home.”  She says.  “And if you do use it make sure you leave no evidence.  He’s quite protective of his precious pool.  He swims lengths every morning, regardless of the weather.  Just…leave it be if you can.”

“Gotcha.”  

I quite liked that each time she spoke about me being here it was with more and more confidence.  I had to keep reminding myself that it hadn’t been either arranged or decided yet.  Alan still might say no and, honestly, so might I.  Despite what I just told her downstairs.  Crazy, I know, but my mind was still not settled on this incredible offer.  I had faith that me living here was not some sort of ultimatum by Evelyn so I knew we would still see each other one way or another, and that was the important thing.  Deep down I knew that I didn’t belong out here.  I knew I might cause problems in so many different ways.  Would Alan, rightly, be suspicious of me?  Could we hide our attraction for each other?  Evelyn might accept me but what about the neighbors and everyone else?  But most importantly, I still wasn’t sure I could leave Kiki.  I had to make sure she was okay first before I moved out.  I had a lot of thinking and soul-searching to do.  But even if it didn’t happen in the end, even if it was just a pleasant fantasy, for the time being it sure was nice to pretend it was happening.  

“You said we’ll need a story.”

“Yeah.”  She sighs.  “We’re not close the university, there aren’t any offices or many businesses out here, it is an odd neighborhood to be for a young man trying to get his start.”

“You could tell him I’m a camboy.”  I jest.

“Camboy?  What’s that?”

I grin and whisper the answer into her ear.

“Donald!”  She laughs and spanks my bottom.  “No!  I will not tell him that.  There would be no hope!  Bad boy.”  After a moment of laughter she adds.  “Although…some sort of working from home thing…that’s not a bad idea.  At least at first.  We’ll have to give it some thought.”

“Yeah, a lot of thought.”  I agree.

She leads me back into the house and back to the kitchen where my half eaten breakfast still sat.  She asks if I want to finish but I decline, opting simply for juice.  She tidies up the kitchen as I keep her company.  Even just idle chit chat was nice as we were both feeling pretty darned good and each of us smitten with the other.  After this she leads me into the laundry and points at the washing machine.

“Alright boy, out of those filthy clothes.”  She says in no uncertain terms.

“What?”  I look around the brightly lit laundry room.  “Here?”

“Yes here.” She puts her hands on her hips.  “If you think any mother worth her salt is going to send her boy out looking like that you have another thing coming.”

I chuckle.  “Yes Mom.”

As I undress, again, and throw my clothes into the machine she also removes her pantyhose and panties and tosses the latter into the wash.  The damp hose she puts into a sink beside the washer.  “Look at the mess you made.”  She quips.

I just giggle.

Without even panties to hold things back it was quite easy to see the trunk of Evelyn’s still half erect cock through the folds of her dress.  “I’ll be right back.”  I finish undressing and wait for her, soon I am feeling rather nervous standing in this unfamiliar house without a stitch of clothes on.  What if Alan came home?  I stand, hands over my junk, and start looking about for potential hiding spots.  While my heart was racing at the thought of the husband showing up I also, once again, felt that thrill of being the other man as well.  It was a dangerous game to be sure but the rewards were more than worth the risks.

A couple of minutes later she comes back into the room in the fluffy bathrobe I had seen her in before.  In one hand she carried her soiled dress and in the other a robe just like the one she was wearing.  She hands the robe to me and puts the dress into the machine.  Soap is added and the wash started as I slip into the super soft over sized robe and cinch the belt.  The fact it was so big on me a humbling reminder of Alan’s great physical size.

I cannot help but ask.  “What will Alan do if he finds out about us?”

The uncomfortable question makes Evelyn stop mid-motion.  “He can’t find out.”  She whispers.  “We’ll be careful.”

“But what if he does.”

“Then I will deal with it.  You don’t have to worry about that.”  She says firmly.  “I’ll take care of everything.”

“But…”

She turns to me, her face fierce like I hadn’t seen before.  “I won’t let him hurt you.  I swear to you baby boy, he won’t touch a hair on your perfect head.”  Raw maternal instinct shines intensely in her hazel eyes.  “Nobody’s gonna hurt my boy!”

I was touched, and a bit taken aback by the intensity, though it didn’t really answer the question.  “What about you?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine baby.  Don’t you worry about Mommy, okay?”

“But…”

“That’s enough now.”  She pulls me in to hold me close.  “That’s enough.”

“O-okay.”

She strokes my face and kisses my forehead.  “Don’t be scared Donald.”

“I’m not.”  A bit of a fib but it comforts her.

“Don’t you worry my brave little man.”  She smooches my cheek and pulls my head down into her.  “I’ve got you now.”

“Oh Mom.”

Her embrace tightens as she holds me in that motherly way that so broke me the first time I was here.  On pure instinct my body relaxes into her.  I rest my head on her shoulder and just savor this close feeling.  God…it was so wonderful.  The sex was amazing, the submission sublime, but this…this was another level.  Just to be held.  Just to feel loved.  If I had to I would give all the rest of it up for just this.  Her body, so soft and warm, and her caring spirit, so adoring and accepting, was a steady anchor amid the turbulent seas of life.  I could feel her breath slow and the tension drain from her body as she too enters her happy space.  My eyes close I lean into her, letting her support my weight, as all of my troubles just melt away.  No stress about money, no worries about Kiki, no concerns about the mistakes of the past or the decisions in the future.  None of it could touch me here.  In Evelyn’s nurturing embrace there was nothing that could hurt me.

“I…I…I think I love you Mum.”  I whisper.  “I…I…am so…I’ve never felt…I don’t…”

“Shhhh.”  She strokes my hair.  “Mommy loves you too baby.”

“Ohhhh.”

“I love youuuu.”