Lovers from Beyond Ch. 05

Shocked, Vivian glanced over the handrail. Sure enough, she had a perfect view of her lounge chair. She saw her book and her accessories, and the spot where she'd been lying nude only minutes before.

"Jason, you little devil." Vivian said, as she put the picture together in her head.

Her son had been watching her sunbathe, her own son! He must have been trying to get a picture of her nude when he'd dropped his phone. Not only that, but there was his jizz right there on the floor and all over the cleaning rag. It was no wonder he'd run off the way he had. He probably wouldn't show his face to her for the rest of the week if he could help it.

Vivian cleaned up the mess, because she certainly wasn't going to leave her son's cum sitting right there on the balcony. As she went back down the stairs to empty out the bucket, she deliberated over what to do about things.

"Well, I'm not telling his father, for one." She decided, shaking her head. "There's no point in embarrassing Jason more than he is now. I'll just... I'll just wait until he's ready to talk about it and I'll go from there."

"Jason, come and eat!" Brian Moore's sturdy voice reached all the way into the teen's bedroom.

"I'm not hungry!"

"Jason, we need to talk about your phone." His dad replied. "We might as well do this now while we're eating."

Jason sighed. He was screwed and he knew it. "I'll be out in a minute."

He took more like five minutes. With a hung head he moped out and made his way to the dining table. Unable to bear even looking at his mother, he simply stood close to where his father sat.

"Have a seat, Jason."

The young man relented, noting that a serving of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn had already been set out for him. He really was hungry, since he'd been hiding out in his room for the last few hours. Still, he kept his eyes away from both of his parents as he took his chair.

"So, your mother tells me that you dropped your phone while you were wiping down the balcony today." Brian said. "How did that happen?"

Jason very nearly turned his head to seek out his mother's eyes, while at the same time wondering what Vivian had told his father. It didn't sound as if his father knew the whole story, which undoubtedly his mother had already figured out. Vivian was one of those inquisitive types. Surely she'd gone up to the balcony to see why Jason had been up there in the first place.

"I..." Jason started. "I was going to call my girlfriend. I was dumb enough to set it on the ledge and I guess it fell and broke."

"And what did I tell you would happen, if you didn't take care of your phone?"

"You said that if I broke it, I'd have to fix it myself."

"That's right. I'm not paying to repair it, if it can even be repaired at all. You're going to have to work it out through your allowance, or you may have to save up to buy a whole new phone by yourself. Maybe next time you'll use your head and find a better place to call your girlfriend from."

"Well, that Patricia is a very pretty girl." Vivian commented. "You can't really blame Jason for wanting to talk to her so much."

This time, Jason couldn't help but glance at his mother. Surely she'd figured out that he'd been jerking off on the balcony, because he'd left all the evidence up there for her to find. Vivian could put two and two together faster than even his father could. And yet here she was, going along with what they both knew was a false story.

Vivian grinned back at him.

"She is a pretty girl, I'll give you that much." Brian focused all attention back on his son. "Anyway, we're going to have visitors tomorrow. Two older women in their fifties are coming over. They were once the leads on an old sitcom..."

"Which one?" Vivian burst out.

"I believe the show was called Melanie And Melanie. I guess it ran back in the eighties."

"I remember that show!" Vivian exclaimed. "They were the two college girls who always kept getting into trouble! Give me the details of why they're coming out here. Are they making a new show together?"

"Well, actually, somebody is making a documentary about how former sitcom stars have done after their big TV shows went off the air." Brian explained. "So both women were flown out to Los Angeles while the taping is going on. I guess the two of them don't want to be part of the hustle and bustle of LA, so they're going to spend the next three days here at the Grant House.

"Here's what we're going to need: Home-cooked breakfasts and lunches, and I'll get a list of the kinds of food they prefer. Probably not dinners since these two women will be going out a lot. Also, they want a chaperone to take them out to the casino and to show them around town a little bit."

Vivian stood up and gave a mock salute. "Jason and I will take care of everything. Won't we, Jason?"

Jason was still embarrassed, but glad that this new visit had come up. It meant he could get his awkward incident out of the spotlight. "Yeah, dad, we'll take care of it. Can I eat in my room? I want to call my girlfriend and tell about how I won't have my own phone to call her from anymore."

Brian shrugged.

Jason picked up his food and walked away.

Later that night, Vivian went into the bathroom for a shower. It got so hot in Benton that sometimes she ended up showering twice a day, just to get all the sweat off. She was excited about having celebrities to watch over once again, enough that she was going to give her husband a good romp as soon as she got out. But there was more to how she felt than just that. It took her a few minutes to figure out why.

It was because of her son. Jason had been up there on the balcony and masturbating while watching her. It titillated her to know that he'd done it while thinking of her.

"Stop it, Vivian." She told herself. "That's your little boy."

But he wasn't a little boy any more; he was a little man. Jason had a nice, lean body just like his father's. He certainly had an eye for pretty girls, judging by the cutie he'd landed in Patricia.

Jason hadn't been thinking about Patricia, however, while he was up there on the balcony. He'd been thinking of Vivian, his own mother. He'd been so enthralled by the sight of her nude that he'd tried to take her picture and ended up smashing up his phone. Jason had been staring at his mother's ass, while he'd been stroking himself. Vivian's body was getting hot just thinking about it.

"I've got Brian right next door. He'll take care of everything in just a few minutes." She decided.

Nevertheless, her hand crept down between her legs. She felt how engorged she was down there.

"No, Vivian." She said. "This is your son. You shouldn't be thinking this."

Her pussy was primed and ready for a man.

"Stop it." Vivian said, as she tried to focus her rampant mind on her husband.

Brian satisfied her; enough that she'd never felt the need for another man. Oh, she knew she was attractive because she kept herself in pretty good shape. Vivian got long, lingering looks from men sometimes, when she was shopping or out on other errands. Every so often, a man would be bold enough to flirt with her. Vivian would always reply with a no thank you, I am a married woman, and I am a happily married woman at that. On occasion, Vivian would play with herself while imagining some man or other, but she would never, ever take it past that point.

Still, she willfully envisioned Jason, standing up there on the balcony and watching her, while he was pulling on his cock and thinking of her. Her son left his semen up there for her to find.

Vivian ran her fingers over her pussy and over the hood of her clit. She discovered that it wouldn't take much to push her over the edge. She was aching for a man, and she had a man waiting for her in her bedroom. But it wasn't the face of her husband that was clouding up her thoughts. Every time Vivian closed her eyes, she saw Jason.

"Well, okay, just this once." Vivian relented. "But only once, because he's my son."

She closed her eyes and there he was. His face was more a man's than a child's, and he had his shirt off as he sometimes did when it got too hot outside. Jason did have a nice build to him, just like his father. Vivian began to wonder what his cock looked like, and what it would feel like to hold in her hand. She thought of how Jason had imagined fucking her earlier. Well, this time she was going to turn the tables, by imagining that she was fucking him.

Right there on the sundeck, while she was sunbathing, Vivian imagined her son absently stepping up to the patio doors and gawking at the sight of her naked. He would pull out his cock and start tugging on it, but he wouldn't run away when Vivian turned over and saw him. Instead, he would look at her, half in numb shock, and half in delirious lust. And what would Vivian do, except spread her legs and show him how her pussy invited him closer. And even though her Jason was hesitant and nervous, he would go to her, stretching his body over hers and making the lounge chair creak with his added weight. She imagined how wet and warm she would be to receive him.

"Oh, Jason..." She trembled, as her fingers rubbed against her, bringing her lust up much too quickly.

Vivian gasped and moaned, and she purred as she thought of her son's lean body pressing down on hers. She imagined how his hips would brush against her inner thighs as he committed such an illicit act with her. Her orgasm was a living thing within her, as it coursed from her insides to her outside, cascading one wave of bliss after another and turning her slight trembles into deeper, convulsing shudders.

Vivian moaned out loud. She had to catch herself and force her mouth shut because it simply wouldn't do to have her clamor heard all over the house.

"Enough." Vivian decided, as she stood there and let the shower drench her lust away. "I can't do this again. I can't think of my son this way. He's my son!"

She stepped out and started to towel herself dry, but she was too much in want to let her passion simmer. Still mostly wet, she wrapped the towel around her middle and left the bathroom, intending on giving her husband one hell of a ride.

The next few days passed by quickly, as they were prone to when the caretakers of the Grant House had people to tend to. The two Melanies, and those weren't their real names of course, were as fussy as most celebrities tended to be. They demanded attention more often than not, requesting that a certain brand of bottled water be made available to them, or asking for caviar or champagne, even though such luxuries were not to be found in a simple place such as Benton.

Vivian doted on them like a servant, while sending Jason out to do many of the easier errands and easing the burden on herself. She drove the Melanies to the casino, which was fine for them, and around town, which they hated. Vivian ended up taking them to Palm Springs and spending nearly an entire day with them there.

And every night, there was a growing want within Vivian, a want that repeated bouts of lovemaking with her husband was unable to satiate. She kept trying to deny it and to tell herself of how wrong it would be to sleep with her son, but her body lusted for him. Her body began to demand it of her.

"Okay," Brian began, the afternoon after the Melanies had left. "Did we get the house cleaned up?"

"We did." Vivian admitted.

Jason was busy scarfing down an Italian calzone. He assumed that his mother had chosen to forget about the embarrassing incident on the balcony, as she hadn't really ever brought it up.

"Now, I told you we might have a well-known rapper and his entourage staying over for the weekend," Brian continued. "But this guy pulled out at the last minute. I guess he didn't want to foot the bill for any damages his party might have incurred, after the insurance company refused to cover it."

"Oh, thank goodness." Vivian breathed a sigh of relief.

Jason was relieved as well. The last couple of times they had rappers stay in the Grant House, they'd filled it up with alcohol, drugs and prostitutes. It had taken them weeks to get the place looking dignified again.

"I don't see why the movie company caters to riff-raff like that to begin with." Vivian shook her head.

"They bring in a lot of money and that's what the movie company wants." Brian reminded her. "But we don't have to worry about it this weekend. What that means is that we won't have any guests for the next few days. It looks like we won't be getting any until next weekend, when we have the Celebrity Walk event in Palm Springs."

"Do you know who'll be staying here?" Vivian perked up.

"Not yet. All I do know is that we are to expect several guests. They'll be bringing in their own people, so they should handle most of the busywork. All we have to do is keep things in order around them."

"Yes, General Moore." Vivian sat up and gave her husband a mock salute. "We'll keep things in order."

Brian never had anything to do with the military, but he always found it cute when his wife did that. "One more thing, but it doesn't have anything to do with the Grant House. My job is rotating the schedules for the managers again."

"As long as you don't tell me they're putting you on the late shift again." Vivian replied. "Your stupid store manager can't keep throwing you under the train like that. You have a lot more seniority than a lot of the other managers you work with!"

This had always been a point of contention between his parents, Jason knew. His father worked at the Do-It-Yourself Warehouse. He'd been with that same company for going on eleven years. In San Diego, Brian had a steady daytime schedule where frequent customers could always count on him being there on certain days and certain times. At his new store in Redlands, Brian had been kicked down to the bottom of the totem pole, where every few months he would be forced to work three or four weeks during the overnight shift. From what Jason had been able to gather, many of the other department managers were younger than Brian and had less seniority. They colluded with the store manager so they wouldn't get stuck with the worst shifts on the schedule, and so Jason's father kept getting them instead.

This time, Brian was to work two weeks from 4 pm to midnight, followed by two weeks from midnight until eight in the morning, when the store opened its doors. The typical argument broke out between his parents because of this abrupt and unfair change.

Jason quietly took the remainder of his dinner and went to finish it in his room.

Over the next couple of days, things got even worse between his mom and dad. It was almost a relief when Brian left the guesthouse at three in the afternoon, because that was when all the fighting would stop.

Vivian came to knock on Jason's door. "Jason, I'm taking stock of everything in the kitchen today. I want to make sure I have enough time to place an order before we get any new guests. I'll meet you over there in ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay, mom." Jason agreed.

When his mother said kitchen, she meant the big one in the Grant House. She would go through the pantry, while he would count up everything in the industrial refrigerators. Some Hollywood bean counter had decided what the minimum amounts of supplies to be maintained were. This had been put down on a list, so that once or twice a month the Moores would tabulate everything and make an official requisition to the movie company for funds. It was a chore, but since Jason didn't have anything else going on he went ahead and strolled over.

It was hot as heck outside, the young man noted, right before he stepped into the Grant House through the kitchen's side door. Thank goodness for the air conditioning!

Things started out okay, with Jason taking a count while Vivian wrote the numbers down. It was only when the task was winding down that Jason started getting bored. He wanted to go play video games in the expansive room on the bottom floor.

His mother sidled up next to him, while Jason leaned back against a brushed metal counter. "I'll make the order later. So, how are things going between you and Patricia?"

It was an unexpected question. Jason shrugged as he replied. "Things are going fine between us. She likes me and I like her. What more can I say?"

"You know, I've been meaning to ask you." Vivian slid a little closer to him. "Do you remember that day when you and Patricia were in the sauna? That day when the security guard called us? Did you even get to first base with her?"

"Mom!" Jason blurted out and chuckled. "I'm not going to tell you that!"

Vivian swung her hips and bumped into Jason. "I just want to know. I'm curious, that's all."

"I'm not going to tell you." Jason persisted.

"Have you slept with her?"

"Mom!"

"Are you going to tell me anything at all?" Vivian asked, as she moved to stand before him. "Are you going to tell me about that day you were up there on the balcony, when you were watching me?"

"I don't want to talk about that." Jason moved away and toward the swinging doors that led to the foyer. "I'm going downstairs to play video games."

"No, you're not. I have one more chore for you."

Jason stopped at the doors, feeling both humiliated and frustrated that his mother had brought that specific thorny subject up after so many days. "What is it?"

"I want you to go and sweep the sundeck and wipe down all the handrails." Vivian said, resolutely. "I'll meet you out there in about ten minutes."

Jason grumbled, as he made his way to the supply closet in the kitchen. He pulled out a broom, a bucket, a couple of rags and even some glass cleaner in case any of the patio doors looked too dusty. Apparently satisfied that he was going to do the job, his mother left through the side door.

Jason had gotten the sweeping done and was working on the patio doors, when his mother strode up to him. To his surprise, Vivian was wearing her red two-piece bikini and a sheer white wrap around her waist.

Jason chuckled. "What, are you going to lounge around while I do all the work?"

"That's right. And there's nothing you can do about it, so get to work."

With some resentment, Jason watched his mother remove her wrap and take a spot on the lounge. She'd brought a book out with her, and now, casually, she took to reading it.

Whatever, Jason thought, as he kept wiping down the numerous windows on the patio doors. Or at least the worst of them, anyway. There was no way he was going to clean up every single window, because there were dozens of them.

As Jason did his chore, it dawned on him that his mother might have been flirting with him. The way she'd bumped into him with her hips in the kitchen, and the way she'd looked into his eyes while she'd been asking him about Patricia, that couldn't have been an accident. Her tone of voice, too, had been soft and deliberate. Jason glanced at the woman's prone form on the lounge chair. Vivian was absorbed in her reading. Her son saw her in much the same way as he'd seen her from the balcony, only the week before.

No way, Jason thought, no way my mom is flirting with me. I'm crazy for even thinking that. He finished up with the windows and went to get started on the rail, when his mother called out for him.

"Oh, Jason. Will you come and move the umbrella for me? It's just too hot out here. I'd rather be more in the shade."

It wasn't a simple umbrella, but a large portable heater with an umbrella on top of it. The thing had a broad base that was too heavy to be tipped over by the wind. By leaning it onto its side, Jason was able to roll it to where the shade covered most of his mother's frame. Only her bare feet were left out, but that was the best he could manage.

"One more thing." Vivian said, as she repositioned herself on her hands and knees. "I think I want to sunbathe in the nude, so I want you to help me undo my bikini."