Chapter 2

I would need more than luck if I were late for breakfast with my mother. She insisted on two things, that we start and finish the day together. I had to have breakfast with her and I had to stop by her room each night for a goodnight kiss. Most nights, that was only the start. She was a very affectionate mother.

I slipped on the silk Japanese robe she had given me and padded out barefoot past the Olympic sized swimming pool in the bright California sunshine. My parents were both very successful screenwriters. My mother had stared in some feature films before she discovered that there was more money and less hassle in writing and selling screenplays and helping produce films. They made a bundle. We lived in a large home on the hills outside Los Angeles. My father had moved out two years ago, just after I turned 16. He and my mother still collaborated, but now by phone, fax and e-mail. He was now living in New York and wintering in the south of France. I knew why he left but was puzzled by it. His life-style and perversions were certainly well accepted in LA, and certainly no worse than what was going on in this house and neighborhood. He had left my mother's bed when I was 14 and moved into what we called the caba-a. It was their office at the time. Now it was a three-room suit with large bedroom, a full kitchen, a gigantic bathroom and a sitting room. A perfect place for a teenager who craved a little privacy.

I entered the main house through the open French doors. The house was patterned after an Italian villa, with tile floors, high ceilings, tile roof, and about 5000 square feet. As I walked in I spotted my mother across the room at the coffee service. She had her back to me. I stopped for a moment to study her. She was 5 feet, eight inches tall, with shoulder-length blond hair, wearing a white silk blouse, and a light peach colored silk skirt that accented her beautiful rounded bottom. The skirt ended about three inches above her gorgeous knees. She had long, fantastic legs, sheathed in the sheerest light taupe nylon, and three-inch high-heeled strapped sandals that matched the skirt exactly. She looked at least ten years younger than her 38 years.

I moved swiftly across the room but was given away by the mirror above the buffet. I could see she had spotted me as I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist from behind. I pulled her to me and nuzzled her neck, drinking in her scent. The feel of her against me was so erotic that I was instantly hard. I knew she could feel my engorged cock through the silk of her skirt. I also knew she never wore panties. I slid my hands down over hips and down her sides, reveling in the feel of her. She was so beautiful and sexy. We had never fucked in the breakfast room, but I wanted her so badly right then, I wanted to just throw her on the floor and take her that minute. She removed my hands from her firm thighs and turned slowly and looked me in the eye, "I missed you last night." "Who was she, and... how was she?" she said as she pulled out of my embrace and walked toward the table where breakfast was laid out. I stood there with my rock-hard prick sticking out of my robe amazed by this turn of events. Could my mother be jealous?

"Ester Jackson!" she almost choked on her coffee. "You mean Coach Jackson's wife?" "Well yes" I replied quietly. "She is also my current events teacher." "That bitch, I'll have her job, seducing high school students!" I laughed out loud. "Mother dear, I'm over 18, and considering that you have been fucking me since my 16th birthday, I don't think you have room to talk." Before she could reply I kept on, "plus she was a great fuck. She had never been fucked by anyone but her husband before. It was quite an experience, and I can't wait to introduce you two." "Oh" she said. I could see her mind working, figuring how to get Ester Jackson into her bed. "Did you get it on disc?" she asked. She helped me install a multi-digital camera video system in the cabana and the guest cottage several months ago. Mother had an excellent eye for camera location and sight lines and angles. Ester was the first woman from outside the household that would be featured. "Yes. I think you will be pleased. She has a great body and you have similar tastes in lingerie." "Good" she said, "Tonight, I'll help you edit, and we can make a copy for each of us. I'm looking forward to seeing if you perform as well with her as with me."