Unfinished Family Business Ch. 02

The thought of my mother at nineteen gave me all kinds of inappropriate thoughts.

"Has Diana spoken to your sister?"

I should have known that would come up. "Not a lot. They've both been pretty busy."

"Hmm, I was hoping she'd have some word. I've tried Gwen several times this week, but I can never get her on the phone. If she keeps this up I think I may drive out there and visit her at school. If there is something going on I plan on getting to the bottom of it."

"Don't worry, Mom, I'm going to take care of it. I'd better get to bed."

"Come here and give me a hug and a goodnight kiss."

I laughed as I walked into the room. "I'm a big boy now, Mom."

She sat up and held out her arms for me. Her nightgown was pulled tight across her chest and her nipples looked like they would rip right through the silk. I concentrated on her from the neck up, but that didn't help much as she was a vision with her honey blonde hair framing her face. I sat on the edge of the bed and Mom pulled me into her arms and kissed my cheek. Her breasts crushed into my chest and although I'd already cum twice I felt a fresh tingling in my groin. I fought the urge to pull away and let Mom cling to me as long as she needed to. I buried my face in her soft hair and was surrounded by her jasmine scent.

"You have become a big boy, haven't you?" She commented, squeezing me. "You've grown up to be such a fine young man, Tony. I'm so glad you're here."

"I'll always be here, Mom, as long as I need you."

~~~

The next day I tried Gwen five times with no success. I really wanted to get her on the phone so I didn't leave a voice mail until the last time I called.

"Gwen, it's your brother," I said, my frustration clear. "I've been trying to call you and I can understand if you don't want to talk to me. I really do, but you can't ignore Mom. The way things are with Dad is rough for her and she could really use your support. It's not fair the way you're treating her so get off your selfish ass and call her back." I regretted the tone of my message as soon as I put the phone down, but there was nothing to be done.

Not surprisingly there was no word from my sister. I didn't expect her to call me back, but I thought she might at least call Mom. Spring Break started and she still did not come home, but she didn't go to Cancun or Daytona either. I checked her credit cards and saw that she hadn't booked any vacations anywhere.

Fortunately I was so busy with work that I didn't have much time to worry about what Gwen was up to. I was out to the Braddock project almost daily putting out one fire or another and as the deadline for the first phase of construction came closer it seemed less and less likely we were going to finish on time. I was even out there swinging a hammer myself, hoping it would inspire the guys to push harder. Most nights it was well after dark by the time I dragged myself home exhausted. I barely had enough energy to lift a fork to my mouth, but every night Mom made sure I had a healthy meal and that I got to bed as early as possible. And then when the sun rose the next morning I was on my way again.

After a hot morning hanging drywall with the guys, I decided to run home and grab a quick shower and change of clothes before my afternoon meetings. I thought Mom would be at the club, but I found both the Jag and a strange car in the driveway. The Honda sedan wasn't something one of my mother's friends would drive so I wondered who could be over. I asked the maid where Mom was and she directed me out back.

Mom was on the back patio by the pool and she wasn't alone. I recognized the smarmy tennis pro from the club immediately. I didn't know they made house calls. Martin was dressed in the same outfit of shorts and a polo I'd seen before, so I didn't think it was a social call, but I still didn't like it. He and my mother were standing very close, facing each other and he was stretching her right arm, rotating it, while his left hand was on her side. Mom's breasts are so big and round that he couldn't help but brush the side of her breast as he held her. Mom's eyes were closed and her lips parted and it looked like whatever Martin was doing to her, it felt good.

"What's going on?" I asked, trying to keep my voice friendly.

Mom jumped at the sound of my voice and moved away from Martin. Was that a guilty look on her face? No, it had to be my imagination.

"Tony, I didn't think you'd be home until late tonight."

"I was working out at the site and got pretty sweaty so I decided to grab a shower before heading into the office. Martin, right?" I asked, extending my hand, which he took.

"How are you, Tony? I was just helping your mother out. Her shoulder was getting sore."

"Don't over do things, Mom."

"Don't worry, honey, I'm in good hands." Yeah, I bet. "But the tournament with Missy is on Thursday and I think I've been pushing too hard to get ready. There were some fine things I needed to work on and Martin suggested we get away from the noise of the club so I could concentrate better."

"Are you going to come watch Kitty play? She's got great form." Martin said.

Mom was wearing a short, white one-piece tennis dress with two thin stripes running down the sides and it was snug enough to show off just how great her form really was. Her tanned legs seemed endless as the disappeared beneath the short dress. I was her son and Mom was giving me thoughts so I could only imagine what dirty things were running through Martin's mind.

"I doubt I'll be able to make it. Work is so crazy right now."

Mom gave me a pat on the chest and said, "My son is much too busy keeping the business running to worry about a silly thing like a tennis match. He's stepped right into his father's shoes."

I left them to their tennis lesson and jumped in the shower upstairs. My cock was a rock and I took a couple minutes to relieve myself, focusing on Diana riding me on my desk instead of thinking of things I shouldn't have. As I changed into fresh clothes I looked out the window and saw Mom practicing her swing while Martin watched. Damn, she looked good in motion. She swung the racket high and her tennis dress pulled up to where her ass was almost hanging out. After that, Martin came over and held her from behind, showing her just how to swing. She was pressed against him and I wonder if her ass pushing into his crotch was making him hard. When she swung she moved against him and I felt a fresh surge of jealousy and desire. My mother is a married woman and I wanted to run down there and tell that jerk to keep his hands to himself, but instead I just left the house without a word.

That Friday Mom called and excitedly told me about her victory in the doubles tournament. Not only did she and Missy Carrington win in the over forty bracket, they also won overall. Mom insisted that we go out for dinner to celebrate and I told her it would be my pleasure, as long as we could go anywhere but the club.

I did my best to get out of the office on time, but it was still late when I left and Mom was ready to go when I got home. She was in the living room with a glass of wine and when I saw her I stopped dead in the doorway. All I could think was,wow, but really that didn't begin to cover it. Her hair framed her beautiful face and her emerald eyes were shining. She sat in an armchair, wearing a black sexy little black dress. Her legs were crossed and the skirt sat high on her thighs, while the neckline was cut low enough to show off a diamond heart hanging deep in her cleavage. There was nothing slutty about the look, but it was sexy as hell.

"Cat got your tongue?" Mom asked with a laugh. I could tell she'd already had enough wine to be feeling very relaxed.

"You look beautiful, Mom. Wow."

"Don't sound so surprised, Tony. I've still got plenty of life in me. Hopefully when we got out tonight; people will think I'm your date instead of your mother."

I wish, I thought. "I don't think anyone is going to see who you're with."

"Well, hurry up and get ready so we can go out and have some fun. I think I am long overdue."

I found a black silk shirt and matching pants and as I combed back my thick black hair and applied cologne it occurred to me that I was getting ready as if I were going on a date. I told myself over and over I had to play it cool. Yes, my mom is hot, but that's all there is to it. I am not going to go there. I don't want to go there. Whatever sick little attraction I have for my mother must be kept in check. Don't even think of her as a woman, she's your mother. I kept telling myself all that and I hoped it would keep me focused.

When I met Mom downstairs she told me, "You look so handsome, Tony. You should be out with some young lady, not escorting your mother."

"Mom, there's no lady I'd rather be with tonight."

I didn't know where we were going, so I took directions from Mom as I piloted the Jag. We ended up at a very exclusive, very expensive downtown restaurant. We were shown to table in the corner by the fireplace and Mom ordered an expensive bottle of wine.

"This is one of the most romantic spots in the restaurant. I believe they really think we are a couple." Mom said. She couldn't help but laugh.

"Good for me, then. But I don't get dates as pretty as you."

"You're very sweet, Tony," Mom said and leaned over and kissed me cheek. As she did I forced myself not to look down her deep cleavage. "But with that silver tongue I imagine you could have the girls lining up. What about Diana Lansdale? She's a very pretty young woman."

"She's Gwen's best friend, I'm not sure getting involved with her would be a good idea."

"Really? I thought something might have been going on last summer at the beach house. I saw the way she flirted with you and it seemed that you were returning her attention."

That caught me off guard and made me wonder what else she might have noticed. "Mom, she's a nice girl and yes she's good looking, but she's also young."

"Nineteen is not too young for you. Your father is older than I am. Maybe I was wrong, I just thought I saw something. If Diana Lansdale isn't your type we'll just have to find a woman who is. It's not healthy for a strong young man to be on his own as much as you are."

I could have told her just what my type was, but that was not a good topic, so I kept my mouth shut and fortunately the waiter came to take our order.

Mom ordered lamb chops, her favorite, followed by crème Brule and enjoyed a surprising amount of wine, while I had a thick porterhouse and baked potato. It was a nice, relaxing meal and felt surprisingly more and more like a date as the night went on. Mom was relating to me like I was just another adult and not her son. It was nice, but also uncomfortable because I did not want to be that way with her. I needed to keep that line between mother and son. Also, while she wasn't flirting with me, she was more physical, touching me casually and not as careful crossing her legs or leaning forward.

When she saw several couples dancing to the jazz trio playing at the front of the room Mom demanded I dance with her. Any other time I would have been happy to, but the evening was having an effect on me and I didn't think it was wise. My mother, however, would not be denied and next thing I knew we crowded into the tight dance area. Mom slipped right into my arms and while I tried to keep a space between us she held me very close, resting her head against my shoulder. I am sure any bystander would have thought we were lovers, dancing like that. I could feel her hot breath where my shirt opened at the neck and it gave me chills. I felt the tingling begin in my groin and I willed my cock to stay down. With one hand I stroked her hair lightly while my other hand rested in the small of her back. My head was swimming with conflicting feelings.

"Mmm, Tony, this feels so nice. I love dancing and being held by a strong man." Mom's voice was soft, intimate. I was speechless, so I just kept holding her and fighting my own body. It was a battle I was losing and I only hoped Mom was drunk enough not to notice.

Mom and I returned to the table and she ordered an after dinner cocktail, even though I didn't think it was a good idea. Mom told me she was old enough to decide when enough was enough as she sipped her Manhattan. Afterward I told her it was late and we really should get going.

Even though she slipped off her heels in the car, Mom still needed assistance into the house. Getting up the stairs was tough going and I told her next time I was just going to carry her, which brought a bubbly laugh. I took her straight to her bedroom, where she asked me to help with her zipper before I left. I pulled it down to the middle of her back and the dress fell to her waist before Mom caught it and held it in front of her chest, but before she did her breasts, barely restrained by a black lace bra, were in full view and I felt my cock spring right up. The lace was sheer enough that I saw her half-dollar sized nipples plain as day before I turned my back. Mom laughed at my reaction, thinking I was embarrassed, I'm sure.

"I'm sorry, honey, I should be more careful. Just give me a minute."

I heard rustling as she shed her clothes and then the sound of the bed. When she said I could turn around she was in bed with the sheets pulled to just above her breasts and I knew she was lying there naked under the sheets. Her dress, bra and panties lay on the floor beside the bed. God, I had to get out of there.

"Come here, Tony," she said, patting a spot on the bed beside her. I sat and she took my hand. I was trying to look everywhere in the room but at her. She was so drunk I knew she'd be passed out as soon as she closed her eyes and might not even remember anything from tonight. "I just wanted to thank you for taking me out tonight. It was just what I've needed. We need to do this again soon." She leaned forward to hug me and again was clumsy about keeping herself covered. I had the briefest glimpse of her nipples before she snatched the sheet up and hugged me.

"I had a great time too, Mom. I love you."

"I love you too, Tony." She kissed me, keeping her lips on mine a surprisingly long time.

I picked her clothes up off the floor and laid them on a chair before turning out the light and leaving. When I got back to my room I couldn't get my pants off fast enough and this time when I relieved the pressure down below I couldn't help but think of my mother laying there naked in the other room.

~~~

I was so shaken up by the events of that evening that I could barely concentrate on work the next day. The glimpses I saw of Mom's body kept flashing through my mind and during a morning meeting I had to continually ask people to repeat what they'd said. I knew some of my colleagues were becoming annoyed and feared I was just confirming their suspicions that I was in over my head. By the afternoon I was more than happy to get out of the office. I headed back out to the Braddock site and threw myself into physical labor and it did the trick, keeping my mind off my mother. All I thought about was getting a task done and then starting the next ask ahead of me.

After the last of the crew left, I stayed behind, going over details in the trailer onsite. I stared at those cost spreadsheets until all the numbers seemed to dance on the page and I knew I'd had enough. I felt like I was losing my mind. I didn't want to go home, but it was Friday and maybe Mom would be at the club with her friends. I could only hope. Shutting down the lights, I locked things up and took a last walk through the site to make sure everything was in order before leaving.

As I walked through the building I made mental notes of things I wanted the guys to take a look at on Monday and hoped I'd remember them long enough to write them down back in the truck. I was in an unfinished office when there was a crash behind me. I spun toward the door, pointing the big halogen lantern and caught the stunned figure of my sister in the doorway, literally like a deer in headlights. It appeared that she'd knocked over a two-by-four that had been leaned against the wall. What the hell was she doing there?

"Gwen, what are you doing here? It's dangerous to wander around a construction site, especially in the dark." She seemed almost like a different person. She held herself meekly and had none of that defiant spark I remembered.

"Don't I get a hello?" She asked and for a moment there was a flash of the spunky girl I remembered.

"I'm sorry, you just startled me. I'm happy you came home." I walked toward her and she came into the room, but stopped out of reach and I knew she didn't want a welcome home hug. "How did you know where to find me?"

"I went home first and called your office. They told me where you were and when you never came home I thought I'd come and find you."

"Was Mom there when you got home?"

"Yes and we had a long talk. I felt bad about abandoning her, but I think I made her understand why I couldn't come home for so long."

A shiver went down my spine. "You did?"

Gwen let out a humorless chuckle. "Don't worry, I didn't tell the whole truth. How could I? I just told her how upset I was about Daddy, leaving out how it's all my fault."

"It is not your fault, Gwen." I stepped forward, put a hand on her arm and felt her stiffen.

"Tony, he saw what we were doing and the keeled right over. Daddy was a strong man, he wouldn't have just had a stroke out of the blue for no reason."

"First of all, you don't know that. And secondly, if it's anyone's fault it's mine. I'm the older brother."

"That's bullshit. Don't pull the protective brother routine now, Tony. I'm a grown woman and I am responsible for my own choices. Ichose to go after you. I wanted to fuck my big brother and I made it happen. I got into your bed when you thought I was someone else and I made you fuck me."

The facts were more of less right. The first time we made love I did think I was with Diana, but once I knew it was my sister I didn't stop things, as I should have. And after that first time I'd been a willing,enthusiastic participant again and again. I didn't buy that everything was Gwen's fault and I wouldn't let her blame herself.

I set the lantern on the floor and took Gwen by both arms, not letting her pull away. "Listen to me, Gwen. We were two consenting adults. Every time we were together I knew what I was doing. I wanted it and I didn't care if it was wrong or not. I never thought about the consequences, all I thought about was how much I wanted you and how good you made me feel."

A single tear rolled down Gwen's cheek. "That's why I had to stay away, Tony. It wasn't just guilt, although I didn't know how to face Mom after what we'd done. It was how much I love you and how you made me feel. It was because I can't help myself, Tony, I still want you as much as I ever did."

Wow. I was dumbstruck. All this time I thought Gwen was avoiding me because she felt revulsion over what happened. It never occurred to me that she was staying away because she still wanted me even after what happened. And although I'd been trying to deny it all these months I knew that I felt the same way.

"Gwen, I don't know what to say."

"I know, it's sick. How can I?" She pulled away and turned her back to me.

"No, stop doing this to yourself. If you're sick than I am too because I want you just as much." I put my arms around her and pulled her back against my chest. "But how can it be wrong? There's nothing malicious in it. We just love each other differently than other brothers and sisters, but it's still love, right?"

"I guess," she admitted.

"And how can love be wrong?"

Gwen leaned back into me and we stayed like that for a long time, together in the silence. The naked drywall of the room was swallowed by shadows and everything was dark except for the pool of light provided by the lantern. She felt so good, so right in my arms. I inhaled and the scent of her long, blonde hair brought back memories of lying in bed together on a sunny morning and pulling her into my arms. I thought about the way her pert breasts, so perfect, rose and fell as I went down on her and I stared up into those green eyes so like our mother's. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, forcing the images from my mind before my sister could feel their effect.