Chapter 1

My mom is so hot!

(How hot is she?)

Wild red hair, cute turned-up nose, bedroom blue eyes and legs that just go on and on.

From snooping in her room, I have found out she wears 38E brassieres.

She's five'10 in flat shoes, over six feet tall in heels.

I know that sounds tall, but my dad is six foot five, and I'm six foot one.

I don't know where my sister got her genes from; she is also very pretty and five foot five! She has red hair too!

I'm Martin, 25 and through college. I work for my dad.

My sister is 22; her name is Cici, her nickname with a full name of Cecilia.

"Honest Abe" Carnahan is what my father is known as. He sells cars for a living, actually owning the Dodge dealership in town.

I'm in training, but I have a very lucrative job developing websites. I'll make a very simple one for free, and then quote them a price, so they can have all the bells and whistles added. All told I had developed almost 300 websites, making a nice regular income.

Honest Abe, however, wants me to follow him in the car sales business. I help them on weekends telling him I'm too busy supporting my 300 paying customers during the week.

He doesn't really understand what I do, and that's okay. I made him a totally free website, and he tells me people from all over see the website and come in to look for both used and new cars.

My mother, more so than my sister, wears clothes to get attention. Her name is Cassandra, but tells everyone to call her Cassie. Dad insists she brings him lunch every day, so she can help sell cars just by flashing her million-dollar smile.

Cici tries to tell her that it's very sexist of daddy, but I guess my mom is a bit of an exhibitionist.

She knows I look at her sometimes ... It doesn't seem to bother her. Most of the blouses and tops that she wears are rather tight.

Neither dad nor I really mind that much. He knows I look at her too.

He came home yelling, "Cici, come down to the kitchen please?"

"What is it daddy?"

"You know that car show I go to every year in Las Vegas? The one you have always asked to go to? This year I thought I'd take you with me ... Is that all right with you Cassie?" he asked mom.

"Not a problem dear. Martin and I can find things to do. Will you be going for the whole week again?"

"If that's all right?"

"You don't have to ask me honey, you know how much I support you!"

"Martin," he turned and said. "Whatever your mother asks of you ... do it without question! You hear me?

"Yes sir. Do you want me to go into work for you?"

"No, I've got Bob Fleming to cover. Protect your mother while I'm gone. Can't let anything happen to the lady who really runs this place!"

Dad is smarter than I give him credit for sometimes.

"Everybody wash-up. Dinner will be ready in five minutes," my mother said. "Martin, you can wash your hands in the sink. You won't have to sit around all day while he's gone. You can go out with some friends if you'd like, or even have somebody over."

"Now why would I do that? I have the hottest woman in town as my mother. Why would I want to be around anyone else, but her?"

"Tone it down a little please honey ... Dry your hands and set the table please?"

"Sure thing beautiful!"