Chapter 31

"What do you mean, fighting for survival?" I asked again, when mom became silent and fidgeted with her wine tumbler.

"He's in the same situation your dad and I are in," she said in a low voice.

"I don't understand; what situation are you and dad in? I thought dad was in South America working. Archer told me he was doing more for the company, not working as an engineer."

That wasn't exactly true but I didn't want to tell her of my discussion with Archer. I thought it best if she gave me her view.

"Do you remember, or do you recall the approximate date you began having problems? The date you began loosing out on good transactions, and getting stuck with properties that were costing you more than they were bringing in?"

"I know roughly, however I can look at my computer and tell you almost the exact date, but what does that have to do with you, dad, and Archer?" I inquired.

"I think it was a month before that date that Natalie and I met, we met in El Paso. You remember Natalie, don't you?"

"Yes, she's Naomi's mother, Archer's wife," I replied. "What has she to do with you and dad?"

"We met in El Paso, and -- we were exposed to -- I don't know how to say this lightly, but... , " I interrupted her.

"Mom, you're confusing me, get back to Archer please," I remarked.

"That's what I'm trying to do, but it's not cut and dried, and it's confusing to me," she said turning and expressing her words.

"Okay, tell it your way, but I'm getting the run-a-round I believe."

"No, I'm trying to tell it so you can understand how your dad and I are feeling, -- what our choices are," she said coarsely. "Now listen and let me finish -- PLEASE."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," I remarked gruffly.

"This is hard enough for me and your questions aren't helping. I have to explain it in my own way," she said as her voice trailed into a whisper.

"Okay, I'm sorry, but El Paso? Why would you and Natalie go all the way to El Paso to meet?"

Mom gave me a long hard look and I knew I was in for another verbal blast. Instead of becoming hostile, she merely raised her hands in disgust.

"I see you're not going to let me explain... ask your questions," she mumbled.

"El Paso, you met Natalie there, why?" I inquired.

"I received a phone call and told my flight number and time of departure," she snapped.

"Who called?"

"Someone from the company," she snapped the answer again.

"But who... and why?"

"I don't remember who, and as for why, I was warned not to miss the flight," she said coarsely.

I realized I could ask questions all night and not get a response that would explain anything. She was answering with the simplest answer possible, and not providing me with any information. Her short answers merely gave me a reason to ask more questions. I had enough of my own without adding additional. I slipped from the bed and went to the bathroom. I pissed, washed my face and hands, brushed my teeth, and realized I was postponing my return to mom's side.

I stared at my image in the mirror and reflected on the day. I was sure of only two facts after one-half a day with mom, she was horney, and Archer wasn't to be trusted. My thoughts were interrupted when mom knocked on the door lightly. I opened the door. She rushed past me and sat on the toilet. I heard her piss stream striking the water and felt my prick flinch. I walked from the bathroom, leaving her alone. I wasn't capable of another performance although the urge was definitely there.

I lay on the bed waiting for mom and after several minutes, I pulled the sheet over my chilled body. I don't know when I drifted into dreamland but I woke and the sun was filling the room. Mom was sitting at the small table staring at me. She was dressed and two cups sat before her.

"Good morning lover," she said in a sultry voice.

"Morning beautiful," I responded, "how long have you been awake?"

"Two hours or a little longer, you must have been tired, you slept soundly," she remarked, standing and walking to the bed. "Offering the cup she said, "I drank your coffee."

I finished the quarter cup and passed the empty to her. She returned the cup to the table and walked back to the bed. She looked different without the heavy makeup, more her age, yet still a beauty in my mind.

"The sound sleep was a result of my 'hooker' cuddling close," I replied remembering I woke one time with her cuddled in my arms.

Her soft laugh was enlightening and I felt better just hearing it. It wasn't forced, just natural, the same as I recalled hearing it when I was much younger. I felt more relaxed and stretched. My arms went over my head and she took that moment to ease her body on the bed and lay against me. I pulled her close and we enjoyed the moment of togetherness, neither speaking for several minutes. She became completely relaxed as I held her close.

"I'm hungry," I remarked after several minutes.

Several minutes later, mom mumbled, "Me too," and then started laughing softly again.

"What's funny?" I asked pushing her from me where I could look into her face.

"I'll tell you later," she said moving from my arms, and finally the bed. "Get dressed and let's eat."

"Later, later, later, here we go again, I'll tell you later. That's all I've heard mom, and..."

"Get up and dressed, I want to eat," she said walking to the door. "I'll wait on you in the lobby," she said before she left the room.

I rushed through my morning ritual and found her talking on the pay phone when I walked into the lobby. She saw me enter and terminated her conversation before I reached her. She wore makeup and I assumed she applied it in the ladies room. We ate a large breakfast, each paying more attention to our meal than one another. There wasn't tension between us, just the physical need for food. We ate in silence and returned to our room.

Mom walked in and began undressing. When she was undressed, she lay on the bed and reached for me. I undressed quickly and joined her. We made love, real love. I enjoyed her soft warm body and the thought of asking questions didn't enter my mind. She began laughing again. It wasn't a loud laugh, soft but deep, but it was an honest laugh.

Still, I was inquisitive and asked, "Would you care to share your secret with me?"

She laughed harder and when she calmed, responded to me by saying, "I was going to ask you to put $200.00 on the table. Your remark last evening about me looking like a hooker, and then your remark about cuddling with a hooker, made me feel as though I was one. I just thought it was humorous and when I came in the room, undressed, you followed suit but didn't say anything. You just undressed and joined me as though I was a hooker. Do you always treat your hookers as well as you did me? You made love to me, but I thought men treated hookers rough, fucked them ruthlessly."

"I made love to my hooker mom," I said unashamed.

Rolling and resting her naked body prone against me she remarked, "I'm expecting a call from your father, and after the call I'll talk to you, answer your questions."

"But how does he know..."

She moved up and lowered a breast against my mouth muting my words. More than an hour passed before the phone ended mom's shenanigans. Each time I spoke, she covered my mouth with a tit, a pussy, or her lips. It was a pleasing time for each because we fondled one another constantly. I had my fingers in her pussy, her mouth, her ass, all before I held her forcefully over the back of the chair and worked my prick in and out of her ass. Such was our position when the phone interrupted us.

Mom spoke to dad a minute before passing the phone to me. After our warm greetings, and a minute or more of father-son small talk, he gave the reason for his call and became serious. I listened, watching mom dress as he spoke. I passed the phone to mom, at his request. I watched her intently as she listened, nodding often and uttering a word or two often. After the lengthy conversation, I saw the tears welling in her eyes as she confirmed her love to him and rested the phone in the cradle. I dressed when mom turned from my stare and wept silently.

I dressed and walked to the office, checking out, actually giving mom time alone. I went to the restaurant and ordered a slice of pie, not because I wanted it, but I wanted time alone myself. I needed the time to think about dad's comments.

I returned to the room, entered, and stood in shock. Ida's words broke the spell.

"You've grown to be a handsome young man," Ida said with a huge smile on her face.

"You've grown... you've filled out a bit... a lot yourself," I stuttered, staring at her shapely body.

Ida looked better than I ever saw her. She had a woman's figure, no longer an old woman's figure. She was shapely. My mouth gaped I was certain.

"38-26-36 and 135 pounds," she said proudly. "I told you I would get there one day," she added.

"Yes... you did," I said after a lengthy pause. "You look wonderful."

"Thank you," she said as she walked to me and hugged me firmly. "You look wonderful as well."

Turning to mom, Ida said, "Marge, you were absolutely correct, he has grown into a handsome young man. I can't wait to see Dawn's surprised look. She'll be surprised; I can assure you of that."

"Thank you," I muttered as Ida clung to me. "I'll be glad to see her too."

"Two years, what a change," Ida said as she released me and walked to mom.

They whispered a moment and Ida hugged me once more before she walked silently to the door, giving me one final once over before leaving. Spellbound, I stared at the door several seconds before turning to mom. Mom was smiling.

"There is almost as much change in Dawn's appearance," mom said and walked to me. Taking my hands in her own mom said, "Ida brought me a suitcase. Let me change and then I want us to go to Daytona."

"Daytona!" I exclaimed.

"Yes, and while you're driving I need to talk to you. If you're driving you can't look at me," mom said turning and opening one of the three suitcases lying on the bed.

After searching through the first and second, she closed the first, mumbling to herself, however after pulling items from the second, she said clearly, "I've got what I need, you can put these in the car now."

Mom held a pair of panties, shorts, and a small blouse for my inspection as she passed me and walked into the bathroom. I smiled at their brevity and gathered our suitcases.

My eyes were on mom more than the road the first quarter hour I drove. Her shorts were small and full, and in the position she sat I could see her panties. The top covered her breasts; however, there was a span of her bare flesh my hand wouldn't cover. I drove with an erection, which was a surprise because mom had unloaded my balls four times in twelve hours.

I tensed when mom broke the silence asking, "What did your dad tell you?"

A lump came to my throat and I had trouble replying. I couldn't respond immediately.

"Well, he told me he gave you some instructions, what are they?" she asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out partially before I responded.

"He said I was the man of the house, -- however only until he returns. But --, " I paused, "that's the same as he told me when he first left," I added. "He said he also had instructions for you I should ask about," I remarked.

"He did indeed, but I'm supposed to hear from you before I inform you of mine," mom stated and I saw her look in my direction for the first time.

"He said I should take care of you and see to your health, -- see that you eat properly," I murmured the last as the lump built in my throat again.

"Is that all?' mom asked.

"He -- he said I was to -- to take care of your physical needs as well," I said in a low tone.

"Did he say how you are to do this?" she asked her voice as low and soft as my response was to her.

"Yes," I murmured softly, "by giving you all the love you needed."

"Needed or wanted?" she asked softly after a pause.

The lump enlarged in my throat and I had difficulty responding.

"His actual words were, fuck her until she can't walk straight," I said through the lump and cut my eyes to see her response.

I saw her smile before she slipped across the seat. Her thigh pressed against my own and her hand dropped to my leg, the heel nudging the head of my erection.

"Do you want to hear my instructions?" mom asked.

I nodded.

Apparently she didn't see me nod because after a silent period she asked, "Well, do you want to hear them or not?"

"Yes," I said faintly, gripping the wheel firmly and staring at the roadway hard.

"My instructions were much simpler than yours," mom said in a sultry tone.

"They were?" I questioned. "What were your instructions?" I asked puzzled.

I almost erupted in my skivvies when I heard her response. That was partially because of her direct words, but aided by the heel of her hand rubbing against the crown of my prick.

"I've been instructed to be your 18-year-old slut and fuck you senseless each day," she said calmly. "That's an easy tasking," she added.

Her response shocked me and the car slowed as I tried to envision our future.

"Could we wait until we get to Daytona?" she asked in her normal voice. "Please, I don't think it's a good idea to stop on the side of the highway."

I looked at her quickly and saw the shocked look on her face.

"Please," she said softly.