The house as a whole was shaping up nicely. After years of neglect, the lawn, landscaping and facade of the simple, ranch-style home had suffered. Now, after Jack Hornher and his Mother, Susan, had moved in, the work was getting done.

Jack picked up his tools and walked back to the two car garage behind their home. In the last week he had mowed, weeded, fertilized, and edged the lawn; and trimmed back the overgrown shrubs. The past few days he had been working on the appearance of the house itself. He had repainted the front entry door, as well as rescreened the ancient, torn screens. Jack was feeling happy about himself. He had learned and done his work well. Already two sets of neighbors had come and introduced themselves to Jack and his Mom. All had praised the work done on the home since they had taken occupancy.

Jack heard the sharp buzzer of the dryer in the basement. Another load of clothes done; ready to be folded and put away. So different from the old life they had with Sterling Hornher, Jack's Father. They had a maid--not a live-in maid mind you--but Jack's clothes had always magically appeared in his drawer and he never considered the effort it took to do laundry.

It was late on a Friday afternoon and Jack was waiting for a phone call from his Mother. She would tell him if she was coming home for dinner or going out with her friend and confidante, Hyacinth Green. If she was coming home, Jack had a steak and a tossed salad to offer his mother after another long day at the title company. If she went out with Hyacinth she had better come back a little bit drunk, and in the mood for some sex.

All work and no play was making Jack a dull boy. A dull, horny boy.

A dull, horny boy with the key to his mother's footlocker in the bedroom closet.

Six days ago, Jack had humiliated his mother after she returned home from a bar with a man. She had bedded the guy and Jack had been there to watch from the secrecy of her closet. After the gentleman caller left, Jack was there to pile on the guilt and shame. He had been able to take control of the situation and had bedded his Mother; spending himself inside her mouth.

Six days had passed, with virtually no mention of that lusty night. Susan Hornher rose each morning to go to work, and came home each night to dinner and some odd jobs involving their new home. She had only mentioned the night once. While eating dinner on Monday night, she had blurted out that she didn't want him in her "vagina". Stunned, Jack could only murmur acceptance of her demand. He hadn't even asked why. By the time he formulated a defense, Susan was gone.

The phone rang.

Susan Hornher waited nervously for her son, Jack, to answer the phone. Her workweek was over and she and Hyacinth were going to start the weekend right by heading out for dinner and drinks. A part of her desperately wanted to go with Hyacinth for a normal divorced mother activity. The other part of her wanted Jack to order her to come home now.

After almost a week, Susan still didn't know how to feel about the night Jack caught her fucking the man she had picked up. The fact that Jack knew the key to her sexual pleasure, the humiliation and embarrassment she craved, was unsettling to her. The idea that her son had laid his penis in front of her face and told her to suck still sent a charge through her just thinking about it. Her son. She had sex with her son. And she had come repeatedly. Like a little whore. A slutty, little whore. With her ex-husband's old trick, a beer bottle wedged up her vagina. What a Mother. The intervening days had passed quickly for Susan. She watched Jack closely to get an idea of how the experience had affected him. But Jack seemed occupied with getting their home fixed up. He was his normal quiet, confident self. She caught herself looking closely at him while he worked. Jack was a tall, slim good looking young man, she realized. Capable of doing a man's work. She blushed at the thought. While she waited for Jack to answer the phone, she still didn't know what she really wanted him to say.

Jack stared at the phone wildly as it rang. He collected himself and then answered after the fifth ring.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Jack. It's me," Susan said. "How's things going?"

"Pretty Good," Jack answered. "I've got the shutters back up and they look all right." Jack waited.

"Oh, that's nice, I can't wait to see them," Susan offered. "Listen, Hyacinth and I were thinking about going out tonight for a bite to eat. Is that okay--will you be all right by yourself for a few hours?"

"I'll be fine," Jack answered glibly. "I've still got some stuff to do in the basement before I arrange the basement furniture. You just go out and catch some young stud. If I'm sleeping when you get home, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Jack, I'll be home in a few hours, before 10:00 I bet. It won't be like last week," Susan protested, feeling like she was asking permission from her sixteen year old son.

"What won't be like last week?"

"That I had too much to drink and brought Bill home," Susan confessed guiltily.

"Mom, you're a grown woman in your own home. You can do what you want. You need to get out and enjoy life. Just do better than a "Bill" and you're already ahead of the game."

"Well...they're not beating down the doors to get at me, Jack," Susan said mournfully.

"You go out and have fun. I'll see you later, okay?" Jack wanted his mother to enjoy a little nightlife but he was damned if he was going to boost her confidence to go shag some guy she met in a bar. They rang off......(cont)