Chapter 4: Setting Boundaries

Lisa pushed her chair back away from the kitchen table and patted her stomach.

“Another amazing dinner, Tonya, thank you. Do you have a guest room back in Athens I could stay in?”

“We do have a room, but why?”

“I want to improve my kitchen skills with a four-star chef.”

Mama glanced over and saw the look on my face.

“I’m sorry, thank you for the compliment. But Steve just reunited with you. The very last thing he wants is to see you leave him again, even briefly. Look at his face; I’m telling you the truth. So, no; you should stay in Atlanta with him.”

“Really? Steve, do you want me to stay?”

“You know I do. Have I done anything to suggest I don’t? Which address will be on your new checks?”

Lisa put out her hands in a placating gesture, then grinned at Mama.

“Oh, of course. Sorry, Steve. It’s just that Tonya is so amazing and sexy. I want to grow up to be just like her.”

“I have a better idea. This is Monday night; I will stay here tonight and tomorrow night and then go home to my poor husband. He’s probably been going to Burger King, and he doesn’t need the cholesterol.

“But we will come back her Saturday for an overnight stay. You can help me make dinner Saturday night and then brunch and supper on Sunday. Deal?”

Lisa agreed with a huge smile, and then she stood up and took everyone’s plates to the sink. She returned to the table with dessert plates, the remains of the peach pie, and a container of premium vanilla ice cream. She only had a small serving, but I had no restraint; this was the end of the pie.

“Alright, Steve, let’s go to the bedroom.”

“What?”

“It’s time for the fashion show. I want to show you what we bought today, since you so generously are paying for everything.”

The women walked into the bedroom ahead of me, their asses tick-tocking provocatively. Lisa was wearing the cheap outfit I’d picked up for her at Walmart on Saturday. Mama sat in a side chair, and I sat on the edge of the mattress.

Lisa started wriggling out of her clothes, accompanied by “boom-chick-a-boom-chick-a” backing sounds from my mother. Once again, I was realizing how she had no filter or sense of modesty.

Truly, stripping Lisa was damn sexy, and my underwear was coming under strain. She didn’t slow down, either.

“Panties, too?” I asked.

“We went to the Voyeurs Viewpoint store first and picked up a few things. What do you think of this set?”

Lisa modeled a gorgeous bra and panty set trimmed with white lace and satin panels of dark red and beige. I’ll bet the store used fancier words, but she looked amazing—like a fashion model, but curvier.

She went on to show me other garments, wisps of gauzy fabric that did nothing to conceal her nipples, areolas, and her little black triangle below. Knowing my interests, she made sure to turn and show me her perfect ass as well. I was still wearing my work pants, now under increasing stress.

“Steve?” Lisa asked. “Give me your phone; I want to send some pictures to your father.”

Oh, hell, no! I tore my eyes away from Lisa and turned to look at my mother.

“Son, I couldn’t resist. What do you think?”

Words stuck in my throat. Mama was wearing a net, a mesh leotard all in red. Her arms were covered by the mesh, everything else, not so much.

“Mama, he’s going to pass out. Hell, I’m going to pass out. Dad’s going to jerk off, he’ll be all soft and worn out before you can get home to him. Just send him a text that will you have a surprise for him when you return.

“I’m confused; are you leaving tomorrow or Wednesday?”

“It’ll be Wednesday. We had so much fun buying little lacy things that we still need to buy some regular clothes and get Lisa measured for her interview suit.

“You think she looks hot now? Wait until you see her in a tailored suit, all confident and powerful.”

Lisa tried and failed to persuade me this was all a fantasy of Mama’s, but I knew different.

“Sweetie, you’ve had a series of bad experiences these past couple of weeks, I know. But you are going to make us—and yourself too—proud and accomplished. I’m sure of it. Let me ask you something. When you see me in a suit, are you affected? Do you look at me differently?”

“Now that you mention it, Steve, I guess I do. The first time I saw you in that club, I was impressed. You did seem confident in yourself. And so, so hot.”

Lisa smiled and leaned in for a kiss, which started to heat up.

“Hey, you two, get a room!”

“We have a room, and you’re standing in it with your titties hanging out, Mama. Why don’t you go to your bed and have phone sex with Dad?”

“Yeah, Tonya, you’re wetting your new skimpies.”

Uh-oh! I held my breath, but yes, she did it. Mama reached down and groped inside her slit, then pulled her hand back out and stuck her wet index finger into her mouth.

“You’re right, Lisa. I guess in this outfit I’m a little bit of an exhibitionist.”

“A ‘little bit’?” I snorted. “If you could get away with it, you’d parade around your school in hot pants and a tube top. Go talk to Dad, will you?”

She left, but her eyes betrayed her bad intentions. Once again, I took a little time, then counted to ten on my fingers and stepped noisily toward the door. And again, I heard the sound of my maternal troublemaker fleeing down the hallway in fear of being caught eavesdropping.

“Boyfriend, is Tonya always like this?”

“Yes and no. Yes, she and Dad are ridiculously open about sex. They bought me a box of condoms when I was only eleven, and then Mama had to explain how I would necessarily first get hard and then I could roll the thing on.

“Also, when the weather is nice, they don’t bother with clothes much. It’s a funny thing seeing those bras and panties being worn can be more exciting than just being naked.”

“Men are weird.”

“I can’t argue with that. However, we can be loyal like a pet dog, and we enjoy being petted, too.”

“Oh, really? I suppose you think you deserve a treat?”

“Deserve? No. Desire? Definitely.”

“If only I had stayed in Georgia with you, Steve. I missed you so much, and then that bitch came along and seduced me. She tore through my life the way the storm did just afterwards. I think I’m going to stick with penis people from now on. One cock in particular.”

Lisa smiled and groped me.

“Still hard? Just from my new transparent underwear?”

“Not only that. I was hoping my mistress might be ready to pet me while I put my head in your lap.”

“Aww.”

I liked one of those ‘Aww’ sounds, the one from Lisa. The other one from the hallway was infuriating.

“FUCKING SHIT! MOTHER!”

I heard her fleeing steps, but when I turned back to Lisa, she was roaring with laughter. Her reaction caused my anger to slowly erode, and eventually I was laughing, too. The situation was just too crazy to stay furious about, particularly with my nearly naked love in my bed.

“Steve, your mama loves you. She wants you to be happy and cared for, a role I want to fulfill. Sure, she’s not big on, um, decorum...”

“You think?”

“But I appreciate her being honest and direct. Even fun. She’s the complete opposite of my mother. I’ll tell you about her sometime soon; let’s just say she was cold, rigid, and indifferent. It’s a terrible way to grow up. Compared to her, your mother is all warmth and affection. I think I want her to adopt me.”

Now the sound from the hallway was a sniffle. I think my head was about to explode, but Lisa put her hands on me and calmed me down.

“Oh, and when we do get married, notice I said ‘when’ and not ‘if.’ I want Louis to ‘give me away’ instead of someone from my side.”

“Your father won’t object?”

“As far as I know, we’ve never even met. I don’t have a name for him. Steve, just wait here while I go talk to Tonya. Spend your time imagining how you’re going to seduce me out of all that underwear I just bought.”

Back in the other bedroom, Lisa had her arm around Mama. Later, she told me what happened in there.

“Mama, I—wait, can I call you Mama?”

“Of course. Please.”

“Mama, I think you’re treating Steve and me like we’re in one of those daytime TV soap operas. But you should be talking to your husband before he goes to sleep tonight to be ready to work tomorrow.

“You know you are going to know almost everything about us. But, listen, you don’t need to monitor our sex life. I’m going to go back to Steve tonight and show him how much I love him. You don’t need to eavesdrop. If you’re that horny, talk to Louis about it instead of spying on us. Don’t you think that’s fair?”