Son for Hire: Chapter 61 (Patreon)

She looks down at her tits.  “Put me away sweetie?”

I grin.  “Yes Ma’am.”

Staying sat on her lap I pick up her bra from beside her.  I study the clasp then hook it and unhook a few times so I had good grasp on it.  Wrapping it around Evelyn’s thick warm body under her breasts I lean in onto her as I clasp it at her back.  She treats me with a few tender kisses to my neck as I do so.  I hesitate a moment, just to get a few extra and savor the feel of her bare bosom against my skin, before sitting back up again.  Gently I slide one hand beneath her heavy left breast to cup it and carefully lift it.  Oh how I adored the feel of the soft skin and the soft weight in my hand.  So as not to brush harshly against it I am careful to bring the cup of the bra up over her erect, sensitive, freshly suckled nipple.  I arrange the cup so her tit filled it comfortably then aid her in threading her arm through.  I then do the same with the other side.  My motions are slow and precise and loving.

Even with how UNBELIEVABLY horny I was I find such a pure and serene joy in doing this for my Mommy.  I wanted to look after her.  I wanted her to feel good.  I wanted to be worthy of that love I saw in her smiling eyes.  Obedience, service, willful submission of one’s self.  To me these things were far better than any of the prizes or trophies displayed across the hall.

I pull the shoulders of her dress up then reach around to pull the zipper up.  She hugs me.  “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”  I whisper.

She rewards me with a single sweet kiss to my lips then does the same for me.  With a light touch she pushes my painfully stiff erection down to tuck it away then does up my pants.  “Bring me your shirt.”  She says.

I slips down off of her lap and find my shirt to bring it to her then stay kneeling on the floor in front of her.  She has my raise my arms and pulls the shirt down over me.  She giggles as my head pops out of the neck hole.  Leaning down she dotingly straightens the neck and arms and smooths the fabric out across my chest then combs my tousled hair with her fingers.  Crawling closer I lay my head on her lap and close my eyes.  I hold to her leg as she pets me and hums a little tune for me.

“My boy.”

“Mmm?”

“You hungry?”

“Mm mm.”  I shake my head.

“Thirsty?”

“Mmm.”  I shake no again.

She traces my ear with a soft fingertip.  “Are you ready?”

I let out a long happy sigh and relax into her, stealing a couple more precious seconds, then say.  “Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Good boy.”  She pats my cheek.  “Okay, go get your sister and we’ll head upstairs.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I get to my feet with her help, then help her get to her feet in turn.  I stare at her, taking a moment to really admire her long red wavy hair, then say.  “You are so beautiful.”

She smiles.  “Little charmer.”  Swatting my tush she says.  “Get going.”

I giggle and scamper from the room as she head toward the attached washroom, probably to straighten up after our snuggles.  Walking ain’t easy with a boner that just stubbornly refused to go down.  I shift and squirm, trying to get the rod in my pants into a comfortable position, as I make my way downstairs.  I am thankful my shirt was just long enough to cover my arousal.

Away from Evelyn’s soothing presence I am filled with the virile energy a young rutting buck on the hunt for a fuck or a fight.  GAH!  After being edged so many times without release lust courses through my veins like fire.  I felt so…alive!  Positively bursting with caged vigor.

I burst into our new suite with an ebullient.  “Hey, hey!”

Currently putting away dishes Kit nearly drops one as she startles at the sudden noise.  She looks over at me and laughs.  “Hey, hey, to you too.”  She places the bowl she was holding up in the cupboard and quips.  “You seem to have cheered up.”

“Mmm hmm.”  I nod.  Approaching her I face her directly, head slightly bowed.  “Hey, I am sorry for the way I acted.  I was jealous because of all of Eugene’s trophy’s and stuff.  I thought my ribbon seemed silly by comparison.  I was being stupid.”

“Oh, well, apology accepted.”  Kit tilts her head.  “But Eugene is her son.  You can’t be jealous of a woman’s son.”

“I know.”  I say.  “I am a silly boy.”

Kitty studies me a moment, seeming to want to say more, but leaves it unspoken.

“I love you Kitty.”  I giggle and swoop in for a little peck to her cheek.  “You ready to check out the stuff?”

Touching her cheek she smiles.  “Yeah.”

Back up we go to find the attic door pulled down and a steep set of extending stairs leading up.  “Come on up.”  Evelyn’s voice calls as she hears us approach.  I motion Kitty to go first then follow up behind her.

We come up into a huge attic space that ran the entire length of the house.  Above us the angled roof lead to a point, below our feet the bare wood creaked, and at each end of the long room a small window let in a bit of natural light.  A row of fluorescent lights down the center bathed the area in a pale white glow.  Evelyn stood waiting for us all the way down at one end.  We pass by boxes and old trunks and covered shapes and, just as Evelyn had said, more of Eugene’s plentiful prize, these ones less prestigious.  As a couple of poor kids from the city both Kit and I were struck with just how much this family had tucked away collecting dust, it was more than we ever owned even before we started getting rid of stuff.  Approaching we see that Evelyn had pulled back a large plastic sheet to reveal what she had left of her grandfather’s belongings.

“The big stuff we donated, the couch and bed and such, but there’s lots of good stuff here still.”  She says.

“Hell yeah there is!”  Kit says excitedly as she makes straight for a pair of dining room chairs and a deconstructed table.  She runs her hands across the edge tabletop feeling the quality of the varnished hardwood.  “We can just take what we want?”

“Help yourselves.”  Evelyn says.  “If you can use it, go ahead.”

I felt like I should say something about not taking advantage of Evelyn and Alan’s generosity.  I felt that we should only take what we absolutely needed.  My sister had no such compunctions.  She was like a kid in a candy store.

“This!”  Kit pats the table.  “And those.”  She points a row of three wooden bookshelves, two of them about seven feet tall and the third about half that height.  She then folds back the corner of a huge rolled up area rug to see the blue-gray pattern.  “Too bad about the color, but this too.”  She steps right into the pile to open a box while at the same time motioning to the side.  “All those lamps too.”  Showing no respect for the dead she pants her butt down on a long stout coffee table and pats it with one hand as the other digs through the box of folded towels.  “The coffee and end tables are a must.  Might as well take that dresser too.”

I sidle up beside Evelyn and whisper.  “Sorry about this.”

“Pish.”  She slides her hand into mine.  “You are welcome to it.”

“This stuff is awesome.”  Kit wriggles back to sit cross-legged on the coffee table.  Reaching beside her she pulls out of the pile a long and elegant looking unstrung recurve bow.  “Look at this shit.  Ha ha!”  She pretends to pull the string back and closes one eye to aim down the attic.

“Careful!  That looks expensive.”  I say.  The last thing I wanted was for one of us to break one of Evelyn’s grandpa’s things.

“It almost certainly was.”  Chuckles Evelyn.  “Grandpa was into all sorts of things.  I swear the man never met a hobby he didn’t like, and he spared no expense.  Some of it might be old but it will be good quality.”

“Fishing rod, tackle, weights…check it out Donny, an easel.  Dude was an artist.”

Evelyn squeezes my hand and says softly.  “No keyboard I’m afraid.”

“It’s okay.  We just need the basics.”  I shake my head.  “It’s already so much.”

“Hey, check this out.”  Kitty sets down the bow and pulls a sheet from what looked to be a pottery wheel.  She runs hand over the surface.  “That jade colored teapot with the rose on it in the kitchen.  Did he make it?”

“Observant girl.”  Evelyn smiles.  “Yes my dear, he did.”

“Cool.”

“Kitty.  Just leave it alone.”  I say.  “We don’t need that sort of stuff.”

“And why not?”  Evelyn says turning her head to look at me.  “It might be good for you to take up a hobby my boy.”

“Oh, uh…”

She pulls at my hand to direct me forward.  “Go ahead baby.  Take a look.  Find something you like.”

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