I picked Mom up at LAX on a hot afternoon two weeks after her phone call. I hadn’t seen her for nearly two years, and when she came through the entrance to baggage claim and smiled at me I almost started to tear up, I was so glad to see her. We hugged.
“Thomas, look at you! Tall and tan and fit and handsome. My God, the last time I saw you, you were pasty white from spending all your time hunched over that computer. California certainly agrees with you.”
“You look great too, Mom, really excellent.”
It was true. She had a beautiful face that was unmarked by age, and (I noticed for the first time) a killer body that felt firm under my hands as we hugged.
She smiled at my compliment. “Thank you, Dear. Careful diet, lots of exercise, and unlike you I stay out of the sun. If you spend as much time by the pool as you say, your skin will be getting all lined and creased in no time. All over,” she said, blushing.
I had no comeback, so I said “Come on, let’s get your bags and head for home.”
I got her luggage into the M5 and we took off. It was a nice day so I stayed off the freeways and drove up the coast.
“It’s so beautiful here,” she said. “I can understand why you love Southern California.”
“Yeah, it doesn’t suck,” I said. “Would you like to stop and get something to eat on the way? I know a lot of good places where we can get a quick lunch, if you’re hungry.”
“I’m a little hungry but they fed us on the plane,” she said. “I can wait. And I really would like to get settled right away.”
“Great,” I said. I turned east to take the scenic route through the hills and canyons. “Juana can’t wait to cook for you so this will work out fine. She’s been shopping and loading up the larder with stuff to make your favorite recipes… at least, the ones I remember you used to like.”
“Thank you, Dear, but I don’t want to be a bother. I can eat whatever you eat.”
I laughed. “Be careful about that. A lot of the time I eat this health crap that Nela feeds me: lumpy green juice and other stuff that I don’t want to know the details of. She says it’s good for my, ah, stamina.”
Mom looked at me. “You mean your sexual stamina?”
“Yeah,” I said, looking straight ahead.
“How many times a day do you have sex?”
“Are you sure you want to talk about this, Mom?” I said as I turned onto my road.
“I’m curious. How often?”
I thought about it. “Well, it’s hard to say. Sometimes, depending on what I’m doing, there’s really no way to say when one ‘time’ has ended and another ‘time’ has started. At times I’ve spent hours having pretty much continuous sex. If it means anything, I once had ten orgasms in one day. But usually I’d say I have no more than three to five orgasms in a typical day.”
“Jesus Christ, Thomas!” my mother said. “You fuck like a bunny rabbit!”
“Um, not really, Mom.” I was mildly shocked by her language; I didn’t remember her cursing much. “Sometimes Nela sleeps with me at night and we’ll make love a couple of times in the morning. Then we’ll work out, and afterwards she’ll give me a massage and finish it with a blow job or a hand job. Often a girl or two will come over for lunch and later we may wind up having sex by the pool. It’s like that, casual, not bunny-frantic. Are you sure you’re okay talking about this stuff?”
“If I’m going to see it happening, I have to be able to talk about it,” said Mom.
We were almost home.
“How about you,” I said. “How often do you have sex?”
Mother was silent for a while. Then she said, “Not often. Hardly at all since your father died. Rob isn’t… affectionate that way. He doesn’t need it like I do. I’m not even sure he likes it.”
“But you like it?”
Mom grinned. “Oh, yes. Very much. I miss it. Your father was quite the lover.”
And with that, we were home. I pulled into the long flagstone driveway and parked the BMW near the front door. I blipped the horn to let the women know that we had arrived, popped the trunk, got out and walked around and opened Mom’s door.
“Thomas… This place is huge!”
I grinned. “It’s adequate,” I said.
The front door of the house opened and Juana, her daughter Esmeralda, and Nela walked out to greet us.
“You didn’t tell me that they’re ALL gorgeous,” Mom said under her breath.
I looked at the trio of women standing on the front porch and agreed with Mom. My Nela, 29, was a stunning, athletic blonde with long, toned legs and large natural breasts that strained against her sports bra. At 35, exotically beautiful Juana was darker, shorter, and voluptuous in the right places. She could pass for an older sister to her 18 year-old daughter Esmaralda who was shorter still, olive skinned like her mother, but delicate and almost willowy thin.
“You’re living with three beautiful, sexy women,” said Mom.
I hugged her. “Four, now,” I whispered in her ear. She hugged me back hard.
The women walked up to where we stood. “Hi Thomas,” said Nela. And then, “Hello, I’m Nela. You must be Mrs. Wallace. Wow, I can see where Thomas gets his good looks.”
They all shook hands. “Please call me Natalie,” said Mom. “I’m so glad to be here.”
Juana said, “We’re very happy to have you with us. We have heard much about you from Thomas. Please, you must be exhausted from your travel. Relax and let us collect your luggage. In case you are hungry, I have prepared a light lunch and some wine. Esmeralda will show you to your room, and to the kitchen.”
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Half an hour later Mom’s luggage was unpacked, we had both grabbed a shower, and now we and “the girls” were seated around the table in the informal dining room.
“This is wonderful, Juana,” said my mother. “What is it, tilapia?”
“Yes, fried simply in butter and garlic. Please, Natalie, from now on tell me what you would like for meals and I will make it for you.”
“I don’t want to be a burden,” said Mom. “After this meal I’m guessing that anything you make will be wonderful.”
Juana shrugged. “It is what I do, and I am happy to do it for Thomas and Nela and now for you. It would make me happy if you will tell me what foods you like.”
“Okay, but only if you’ll let me help you in the kitchen.”
Juana smiled and her face lit up. “It is a deal.”
I said, “So, Mom. Now that you’re settled, what would you like to do first?”
“What would you be doing if I weren’t here?”
I looked at my watch, then across the table at Nela, who grinned back at me. “Well, I might lay out by the pool and get some sun.”
“Well then, that’s what we’ll do,” said Mom.
“Or,” I continued, “since I’ve been away for a few hours, I might try to talk Nela into having sex with me.”
“You wouldn’t have to try very hard,” said Nela.
“Maybe sex by the pool in the sun, sort of multi-tasking, you know?” I said. Juana and Esmaralda smiled.
“Thomas, please!” said Mom.
Nela stood up and kissed my cheek. “Thomas, stop trying to shock your poor mother. You two spend some time getting reacquainted. I’m going to drive down the hill and do a little shopping.” She looked at Mom. “It was lovely meeting you, Natalie. I really hope you’ll be staying with us for a long time.”
“Thank you Dear,” said my mother. “I hope so, too. It may take me some time to get used to the… lifestyle here, though.”