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Jason gulped some hot coffee, and stole a long look at her. Her polished appearance and alluring gracefulness stood out in the café. This quiet café had been a good choice, and the few people around were all spread out. The perfect place for this talk.

Andrea always had this same kind of look to him. She may have been more made-up at times, or more casual, but there was always this look. Smugness. Confident. More like cocky. The slightly lifted chin, the cool expression, the steely eyes.

All of these were present today. And, all these things would make this perfect. His hands smoothed at his modest sport shirt, but he didn’t really have to worry. He was probably invisible next to her. Unlikely noticed much by her.

Why was it that he was more like his dad, and a regular kind of guy, while his sister was naturally beautiful like their mom? Also like his dad, he was already working sales and trying to get established. Meanwhile his sister was going into acting, more outgoing and glamorous, like their interior designing mom. Seemed unfair to him.

“So, why all the mystery? Why did we need to meet and talk?” Her tone came playful. “You could have just come by the house.”

The white blouse gave her a professional look today, as she had just come from her office. Her brownish-blonde hair was teased, and he loved that look. He hoped his own thick black hair wasn’t sticking in all directions like it could. Should have used some product.

“I wanted to run something by you.” His voice cracked slightly, and he hated himself for it. His hands fidgeted with his coffee cup.

Her full, red lips curled at the sound of his nerves.

“Jason,” she intoned, “you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. This is just a little difficult for me. That’s all.”

She paused a little, and it pleased him. “Difficult?”

“Yeah, not easy to talk about.” I’m about to rock your world, mom.

“It’s not?”

His eyes didn’t leave hers.

She shrugged. “Maybe you should talk to your father about it then. I’m sure he can help.”

“No, that’s probably not a good idea.”

Her posture tightened. A quick blink.

He added with a relish. “You wouldn’t like that.”

That alluring face of hers tilted slightly. “I wouldn’t like that? What are you talking about?”

Another sip of his coffee, and the hot flavor soothed him. Take your time.

“Hear me out before making any rash decisions.” He said it carefully.

She gave a quick, fake smile, before blurting out. “Darling, get to the point, alright? I don’t have much patience today.”

You never have any fucking patience.

His voice lowered. “I know. …I know what’s been going on.”

She stared a second. “Uh, ‘what’s been going on?’ What are you talking about?”

He took a deep breath. How many times had he played out this very exchange in his head? Would she get pissed-off? Get emotional? Just deny it?

“Your late lunches. Last Friday’s late lunch.”

He watched her carefully, taking every bit of satisfaction he could as the realization sunk in. It first showed in her eyes. They widened and then blankly stared, with her mind spinning to calculate.

“Late lunches? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” A forced laugh.

“Yes, you do.” He was so glad he finally sounded a little confident. I’m a six foot, hundred ninety-five pound grown man; I gotta hold her accountable.

She leaned forward and her arms crossed on the table. The v-neck showed some cleavage he had to fight not to notice. He glimpsed for a split-second anyway.

“I think you’re mistaken. I don’t think you understand.” She leveled her most charming grin at him, and the sight of it touched in his core. Can she see she affects me? Even though… .

His response eventually surfaced. “But I do understand.”

“No,” her head shook a couple of times, her brownish-blonde hair waving, “I don’t think you do.”

“I have video.” There.

“You have what?”

“I have video.” Surveillance had cost most of a commission check, but it proved worth it.

Her eyes grew big again, but relaxed when she chuckled softly.

“You have video of something? Jason, you’re playing a ridiculous game.” Her face slowly went from side to side.

“I have video of you and him going into the Carlyle Hotel. Going past the lobby, and going to the elevators.”

Her eyes batted and tensed, and her forty-four years showed through. The smile not quite so poised. Her tone grew faint.

“Jason, Jason.”

Her eyes wandered around the café, and she again shook her head. He started to speak again, but then let her twist a moment. How will she play this?

“I have so many questions, but… . Well, the main thing is,” she eyed him closely, “it would be impossible for you to know how things are for me.”

“What?” He suppressed a chuckle.

“Your father and I… . Things haven’t been good for a long time.” Her voice trailed off.

“Well… .” He caught short and pendik escort couldn’t finish at first what he had planned to say. Her serious look about it stopped him.

“Jason, what is it?” Her look bore down at him now.

“Then, he shouldn’t be that surprised then.” He knew he sounded shaky, but he didn’t care. He had the upper hand here.

“What the hell are you saying, young man?” Her look was certain; she wanted to slap him.

“I’m saying he will understand. Things haven’t been good, and it shouldn’t be a shock.”

“You can’t do that.” Her words were matter-of-fact.

“I’m going to do that.”

Her eyes studied him a long moment. “Then, why are we here?”

He didn’t answer right away. Drawing a breath, the same question returned that he had toyed with over and over. Exactly how do I tell her? When?

Her lips softened to a polite kind of smile. Maybe even condescending. “Are you suggesting that I go ahead and tell him first or something?”

He shook his head. “No. No, I’m not suggesting that.”

Up came her coffee and she drank, buying some time. Tossed her hair. She licked her lips. He shifted in his seat.

“Listen,” she lowered her voice, “I’ll stop it. It won’t happen again.”

He leaned just forward himself. His initial silence hung in the air.

Feeling a little heartened, she added to her offer. “This can stay between us. And… you have my word it won’t happen again.” Her hand poked out flat in the air between them to emphasize the point.

He took a deep breath. “That’s a start.”

She flinched. “A start? What are you talking about? A start?”

“I’m saying that it must never happen again.”

“And, it won’t.”

“Good.” He gave a slight nod as he sipped again.

She fell just back in her chair and sighed. “Jason, I’m glad you came to me. Glad you understand.”

He swayed in place slightly.

“Well, there’s something else.”

Her brow tightened. “Something else?”

He downed more coffee. A strange mix of fear and excitement stirred in him. Even though he had thought this over a lot, he tried to take his time. His throat felt tight.

“There’s more to this than just you stopping with seeing that guy.”

“What?” Her voice pitched, and they both looked about. She quietened back down. “Are you saying you want money from me?”

He wagged his head back and forth. “No, no, no. That’s not what I’m saying.”

Her entire torso stretched back in his direction again. Her tone shot tight to him. “Don’t be asinine here.”

“I’m not.” Her severe reaction rattled him. “Hey, I didn’t ask for any money.’

“Then, I don’t get it. I said it won’t happen again. There’s no need for anything else to come of this. I made a mistake. That’s all.”

Her eyes danced about at his, as she waited to hear.

Quietly and carefully, he responded. “There’s something I need from you.”

Her face slowly turned from side to side. “I’m sorry it happened, Jason. I’m sorry I cheated.”

“Uh, I wasn’t talking about an apology.”

Her head tilted down and the tightness returned to her voice. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about then.”

Her face looked about the café again, before returning to his. “What else do I have to do?”

He couldn’t help his slight grin at her saying this. She immediately picked up on this.

Her next words were very uncertain. “There’s something I need to do?”

He spoke discreetly. “There’s something I want you to do.”

She blinked a few times. “What is it you want me to do, Jason?”

He drew a deep breath. He scanned the room, and then leaned in closer. He said it just as he had practiced it.

“Um… I want us to be together.”

He could feel his blood race inside. Her eyes kept on his, as her mind tried to process this. It looked at first like she couldn’t get it.

He didn’t blame her. He had been sorting through it ever since he had graduated from high school. Since that one summer years ago.

“Be together?” Her eyes narrowed. Her entire body sat still.

She started to giggle, stopped, and then “You’re not saying… .”

He stayed quiet, and as he did, her shoulders sagged and her mouth parted wide.

“You’re kidding, right? Is this some kind of cruel joke, or something?” She leaned a bit in.

“No, it’s not. It’s not a joke at all.” He looked straight back at her. “I’m serious.”

The look on her face switched back and forth between concern and shock. She nibbled her bottom lip. Her voice came rumbling back at him.

“You’re terribly confused. We need to get you help, because… . You can’t be serious with what you just said.”

He leaned his elbows onto the table and looked straight at her.

“I’m very serious. I’m not confused at all. I’ve thought about this.”

Her face twisted a bit. “Thought about this? Jason,” she forced a polite grin, “I’m your mother.”

He nodded. “Yep. You are.”

She just stared maltepe escort back at him. Stunned.

Like he had also practiced, he didn’t back down, didn’t waffle.

“Well,” her head shook back and forth, “I can’t do that. I absolutely cannot do that. And, you know what?”

He waited on her words. Her eyes batted.

“I don’t believe you can do that, either.”

She paused, and while she waited on him to agree with her, he didn’t respond.

Her next words were thin. “You can’t, can you?”

“I can.”

For a moment, they just stared at each other. He kept a level look, wanting her to see he was serious. For her, piercing eyes searched back at his, like she was trying to decide whether he was up to something else.

“Well, I don’t believe you. I just don’t.” A light chuckle. “I don’t believe you’d be able to do that, Jason. That’s… that’s not how we raised you. It’s just not.”

He stayed still. And quiet.

She finished her drink. “I’ve got to go. We can–”

“No.” He was quick and firm.

She froze. Then, a nervous laugh. “What?”

“I said no. I don’t want you to go.”

“Well, I have to go. This is all too much for me.” She reached for her purse. “You’ve floored me with this.”

“I will give that video to him. I will.”

Her mouth dropped open wide. “You asshole, you.”

“Come with me.” He got up.

“What are you talking about? Go where?”

He stood over her at the table. “Across the street.”

Her hand went to her mouth, covered it, and she gasped. “The hotel over there? Jason?”

“Yes. That’s right.”

She slowly rose to her feet. Standing close to him, she kept her voice low. Her words softened to more of an understanding tone.

“You’ve made your point. I did something awful, and you’ve made that clear to me now. I’m sorry. Clearly, I hurt you, and… I didn’t mean to.”

She turned towards the door and they both walked forward.

They reached the front of the café, and he opened the door for them. Out on the sidewalk, they both gazed across the street at the tall, elegant hotel, before she looked back up to him.

“I’ll see you at home later.”

“No.”

She squinted to him.

He motioned across the street and started in that direction. “C’mon.”

He checked both ways, and then started across the street. As he cleared the street, in his periphery he saw her just behind him.

They entered the lobby, and he spoke back at her. “Wait just a second.”

The process took a few moments, and when he turned back to face the front, she was still there, but her look was away and out a window, trying not to be noticed. He went to her side.

“Let’s go on up.”

Her face turned up at him, and it was pained. “Jason, no. Stop this.”

“I swear to god I will go straight to him immediately. Now, let’s go.”

He turned towards the elevators. Not turning to see if she followed, he walked right over and hit the ‘up’ button. As the doors opened, she appeared at his side.

They stepped into the elevator, and he pressed for the tenth floor. Neither spoke the whole way up. Part of the time, she looked at the floor. When they reached the tenth floor, he left from the elevator and led them down the hall. He found their room and let them in.

The quiet, dim room was spacious, and the large king-size bed dominated the room. He crossed over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She managed only a couple of steps inside the room and then paused.

He untied his shoes and took them off. He was slipping off his socks when she spoke gently.

“Jason, this is crazy. It’s wrong on so many levels. I know you’re just trying to punish me. Make a point or something.”

He sat there and looked over at her. He put his hands to the tops of his legs and leaned on them.

She managed a smile. “Let’s go. Please.”

They stared at one another again, but unlike before at the café, he felt a little more emboldened. They were here as he had hoped, and he was close to what he had imagined.

Her hands clutched her purse at the front of her, and her petite 5’6″ frame appeared very vulnerable now. Her white blouse hung at her shoulders, and her black skirt hugged her.

He spoke softly. “Take off your clothes.”

Her lips parted, and at first, no words came.

Her head went slowly from side to side. She spoke barely above a whisper. “Jason, I can’t do this.”

She kept her eyes on his, and when he didn’t speak, she slowly turned around. She took the couple of steps to the door and stood at it facing away from him. Her hand went to the knob, but before opening it, she said once more.

“I’m sorry. Just don’t tell him.”

And once more, his words came right back to her. “Yes, I am.” Without a breath. “Soon as you leave.”

Standing at the door and facing it, her hand held the knob. He watched her standing still for a second and wondered what she would try to say to him next. kartal escort

Her hand let go of the knob and fell to her side. Her face looked down, and her torso lifted and fell with a long, deep breath. Once she exhaled, she straightened and turned around.

Her eyes didn’t meet his. They peered about the room, and she went to a side counter where she placed her purse. Her hand patted at the purse, and then she turned towards the bed and eased to in front of him. She didn’t meet his eyes with her own until she stood right in front of him.

“You just want to humiliate me.” Her eyes tensed. “That’s all.”

He didn’t answer her. Instead his eyes swept from her head to her legs and gradually back up again. As feminine as anyone could look. Her reaction back at him registered some surprise. She really hadn’t expected that, his gawking her.

Some look passed over her face he hadn’t seen before and didn’t understand. Her eyes searched to the side a couple of seconds. Slowly she slipped back into the moment.

Her hands raised to her chest and found the buttons to her blouse. As they worked at them, her eyes locked onto his. He went from her hands undoing her buttons to her eyes and back, paying attention to the release of the sides of her blouse as she undid it.

As she worked her way down, more of her bare, pale skin came into view, as did cleavage and the white lacy bra that supported her. After the last button, her hands clasped the sides of the blouse and pulled up at it, bringing it from the waist of her skirt.

Once untucked from the skirt, the blouse stayed clenched in her hands at her middle. Her voice was all that sounded in the room.

“Please don’t make me do this, Jason.”

She stayed still a second, and he didn’t answer.

Her eyes left from looking down at him, and gazed absently across the room. Her hands gradually lifted. Her shoulders bent forward, and the soft fabric of the blouse pulled over and back from her, leaving the front of her. Only the white bra stayed on her chest.

His eyes soaked up her chest, and he felt himself throb with the view of her bunched in her bra before him. Large dark points pressed at the bra cups.

His voice mumbled in the hotel’s room silence. “The skirt next.”

Her eyes shot to his and her bottom lip quivered. She started to speak, but didn’t.

Her hands reached behind her. The stretching around her to get to the zipper of her skirt caused her chest to bow forward. Her breasts lifted up and his eyes locked to them. She watched his eyes ogle her.

The black skirt soon loosened about her hips, and it was releasing quickly. There was a sweep from her hands and it collapsed to the floor.

Her bare skin now revealed from the waist to her feet except for only the briefest of white, thin panties that covered her mound. They both heard him gasp hard.

Her eyes avoided his for several seconds as he just stared at her. Her hips were narrow, and her stomach flat. There was a distinct vee-shaped mound at her crotch.

His voice was hoarse. “Take off your bra.”

She shut her eyes tight. “I can’t do this.”

“Take off your bra.”

She opened her eyes and moved her hands at the same time. Her eyes raised to the ceiling as her fingers unhooked it behind her. The bra kept her as her hands then came around to the tops of her shoulders. The thin straps at the shoulders didn’t need much to ease away, but her palms went straight to the cups of the bra before it fell completely away.

His look switched from her hands still blocking her up to her face. It was when his eyes met hers that she then moved her hands away. The bra fell to the ground, and her fleshy breasts jiggled free from any restraint. Large, brownish nipples covered the ends of her chest, and the tips were taut.

My god, nothing like I thought. Those are really her nipples? Fuck.

His heavy breathing was apparent as his stare went back and forth on them. Somehow they appeared wider than he had ever imagined, each sloped down and out some, more off to the side than straightforward. Her eyes glared at him.

Not letting up, he strained another direction to her. “Your panties… .”

Her chin lifted a bit and she took the couple of steps over to where he was perched at the bed. Her breasts swayed as she did. She looked down at him.

“If you want your mother’s panties off, you’re going to have to do it yourself.”

He didn’t expect her to do that, and it gave him pause. Her bare chest was right in front of him and just above his line of sight. After glimpsing the hardened nipples that close, his view drifted down her smooth tummy. Her waist had the slightest indention from where the skirt had sat, and then more bare skin curved down and into the white bikini panties that waited.

He brought his hands to her hips and when they made contact with her, she flinched. He glanced up at her, and her mouth had fallen open again. With a deep breath, she steeled herself.

His thumb each hooked into the band of her panties at the sides, and her hands moved. They started in the direction of his hands but then stopped. He looked up at her, and she was staring at his hands. She exhaled and then dropped her hands back to her sides.