Chapter 4

Staring at Mom’s glowing face at dinner triggered a daydream of what it’d feel like to be together as lovers. Those appealing, down-curved, full lips were enough to release a flow of blood to my groin. Suddenly, I was shaken out of my fantasy.

“Jason! Eat your dinner before it gets cold,” Mom scolded me.

“Sorry, Mom. I was trying to decide what to do this weekend. Ethel scheduled an event and doesn’t need me to show up. We’re free to do something fun.”

“Really? An event? What kind of business would she have to do on a Saturday?” Mom asked, her brows rising.

“It’s a contest she sponsors. The Grand Prize is an all-inclusive week’s vacation at a secluded estate in Hawaii, so it’s a pretty big deal. Second place is a week in San Diego and third is a week in Vail.”

“Those prizes sound appealing. How can they win?” she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

“It’s a battery of tests on how well mothers and sons know each other,” I stated, flatly, as Ethel had instructed me.

Mom’s eyebrows lifted as her expression turned to puzzlement. “As close as we are, there would be no competition. Too bad I have a work project I need to work on. Most of my weekend will be tied up.”

“It doesn’t matter. The entry fee is two thousand dollars. That’s a lot of money to risk,” I responded.

“Wow, you’re right. It must be a bunch of her rich friends who compete,” Mom surmised.

She couldn’t hide her disappointment at missing out on a fun activity with her son. I added, “I almost forgot to tell you. She invited us to dinner Friday night.”

With my first step in place, I switched topics as we finished eating. It was up to Ethel now.

Friday night finally arrived, and we showed up promptly at the mansion. Mom was impeccably dressed again. Her legs had the usual effect on me as Rebecca escorted us to the dining room. Not long into the meal, Mom asked, “Ethel, I hear you’re sponsoring a mother and son contest this weekend. I didn’t realize you held such events.”

“Yes, I am. It’s a fun experience, and it’s surprising how many mothers and sons don’t know much about each other. Come to think of it, one of the couples dropped out today. Why don’t you and Jason join us in the morning and see for yourself?”

“Thanks for the offer, but Jason informed me of the entry fee. We couldn’t possibly afford it, and even if we could, I have work to do for the business this weekend.”

Ethel grinned, knowing she was closing in. “I’d waive the fee for you. Consider it a bonus for all the years Jason has helped me. It would please me if you’d attend, at least for the first day.”

Mom’s expression softened. She knew she couldn’t argue with the older, stronger-willed woman. Mom stuttered, “I guess it wouldn’t hurt. My work can be postponed until Sunday, allowing us to participate through Saturday. We wouldn’t be able to complete it with my work on Sunday. If you have another couple to attend, it’d be better to invite them.”

“No, it’ll be fine. Attend tomorrow for the one day. It should be entertaining, if nothing else.”

Mom replied, “Okay, we’ll do it. Do we need to do anything to prepare?”

“No, there’s nothing complicated about the process. Most of it is answering questions. There are also a few physical tests. Allow me to demonstrate.”

Mom’s eyebrows slightly elevated with the mention of bodily contact. Ethel rose from her chair and moved to me. “Close your eyes, Jason.”

As soon as I shut them, her hand guided mine up an arm. It was thin, obviously Ethel’s.

Soon after, she moved my hand to Mom’s firmer, fleshier arm. This wasn’t much of a test. My fingers glided up her arm, and Ethel didn’t stop my movement until I was at Mom’s upper arm. Without opening my eyes, I said, “Mom, why are you getting so many goosebumps?”

They both laughed. Ethel moved to her chair and directed, “You can open your eyes. This was a pretty easy test, but it’ll be more challenging when women in the same age group are involved. As you can see, it’s a simple method to determine how much a parent and child know each other. Any more questions?”

Mom looked satisfied and confident that it was a harmless contest. “No, it sounds like a fun diversion from my work. We’ll see you tomorrow.”

Mom wanted to walk, rather than drive, to the event. The result was us arriving ten minutes late. Rebecca greeted us and explained that everyone was already gathered in the Great Room. The four other pairs stood in a line. The first two couples I didn’t recognize.

The third pair was Mrs. Amari and her son, Kaito. She used to be friends with Mom but hasn’t been over for several years. Kaito and I were classmates but weren’t friends in school. He was a dick, taking after his father. He still lived with his mother after the divorce, because she was in charge of his trust until he turned twenty-one.

Mrs. Amari, Yuri, was the subject of many of my fantasies. She portrayed the stereotyped Japanese beauty. Lightly tanned, silky skin with thin, smooth legs. I doubt if she weighed more than ninety pounds. Her jet-black, short hair matched her deep-brown eyes. Her smallish tits would allow her to go braless, but her shyness prevented her from displaying her sexy body.

A nervous chill flowed through my spine when my eyes fell on the fourth couple. My cousin Mike stood by Aunt Lexi. This was bad, very bad. Mom and her older sister were extremely close until Mom and Dad split apart. There was a good reason. My aunt married Dad six months after the divorce. They hadn’t talked since. That’s the same time frame Yuri quit visiting us. Mom didn’t want to be around anyone associated with her sister. It was a shame as the three of them had been good friends.