Chapter 2

She backed up, giving me that smile that always made me feel so good, leaned in and quickly pecked me on the lips. She had never kissed me on the lips before. It was brief but exhilarating. I inhaled her fragrance and as I looked into her eyes when we were backing off, I detected nothing but love and warmth.

She told me to move my things back in my room and she’d prepare dinner. Dad was coming home early to talk to me. Maybe Dad was a better father now. He’s never taken off work for my benefit. I thought maybe he and Mom were getting along now. Maybe it was my presence all these years that had caused him to fester so much hatred.

After I moved everything in, I fired up my computer and was surfing when I heard Dad’s car pull in. I went to the dining room and sadly, he greeted me in his usual demeaning tone. “You get your junk moved back in, Boy?”

“Yes, Father. All moved in,” I replied. I learned early I was always to address him as Father, not Dad.

He said, “Good, let’s eat this slop before I talk to you in my office.” He always had some insult about the meals, whether it be too salty, not enough salt, too raw, too done. Never a compliment from him as it showed weakness in his mind.

Halfway through the meal, he stood up, announcing, “This shit ain’t fit for a dog, come to my office, Boy.”

I followed him but not before I noticed the hurt in Mom’s face. I wanted to run over and console her, but I knew there would be hell to pay for that. I did notice she had changed clothes and was wearing a long skirt and non-revealing blouse. Not braless I’m sure. I guess nothing had changed in the last year.

When I entered his office, I spotted a chair on the opposite side of his desk and moved to it. Before I could sit down, he said, “Don’t bother sitting, you won’t be here long.”

He laid out what I’d do at the company. I would start in the IT department and since I wasn’t much better than an intern, I would get paid twenty percent below the entry-level position. I’d also work five days a week, six hours a day.

He grinned as he snarked, “Since you’re not full time, I won’t have to pay you any benefits. I’m also going to inform accounting to deduct a chunk of your paycheck to reimburse me for your education.” He smiled wide, getting enjoyment out of screwing someone.

It sounded bad, but at least I’d get experience, and I really did want to pay back the school costs, so I nodded approvingly.

He looked surprised I didn’t object, fully expecting a confrontation where he could emerge as the dominant male. After a pause, he handed me several pages of things he had jotted down. He smirked as he proclaimed, “And to earn your board and keep I expect you to finish everything I’ve tasked you with on these lists.”

I looked at the sheets. Apparently, he hadn’t paid anyone to do any upkeep to the house or yard the last year and was going to have me do it for him, for free. It made sense now. At least he was sticking to his protocol of screwing me any way he could. Low wages, no benefits and now he was going to get a lot of free work done on the house.

I think I surprised him again when I smiled broadly and said, “Yes, Father. I’d love to work on these. I’ll begin immediately. Thank you for helping me out.”

It caught him off guard and his smirk turned nasty ugly again. He thought he’d upset me and be able to put me in my place again, which would give him the sense of power he needed to continuously exert.

He grunted, “That’s all, get out of here and let me get back to work.”

I gladly turned and left. I read through the project list and nothing looked painful. Actually, I was looking forward to it. The short hours at work and the list would allow me to spend more time with Mom which I cherished more than a paycheck. The fact it irked him when he saw I was happy was icing on the cake.

I started work the next day and of course, he had thoroughly briefed the IT department on how low I rated in the company. They assigned me to deal with workstation problems. A laughable job really, going around and helping users perform simple computer tasks. I would utilize none of the training I had been taught the last year, but I was not surprised.

Unfortunately for him, I enjoyed it. I got to be on my feet most of the time, rather than sitting in a cubicle like the other code monkeys. I met a lot of different people and befriended them. The bonus was the gossip and secrets I heard from everyone. It’s surprising how many people are so grateful to have their machine working again that they will tell you anything.

I learned a lot in the first couple of weeks. The first revelation was that dear old dad wasn’t a great asset to the company. He didn’t contribute anything and had little input as to how it was run. His partners handled operations and they had professional managers running the company. They kept him around as a figurehead and the fact he was willing to spend twelve hours a day at the job gave the appearance of a hard working organization.

This was turning out to be a great job. I’d get up after Dad left for work and have breakfast with Mom. We’d talk or walk around outside discussing what I’d do in the afternoon. I’d arrive home at four and work on the list. Mom would usually help me. She loved working outside and we thoroughly enjoyed our time together.

On hot days, she’d often work in shorts revealing her firm smooth thighs. Each night after one of these sessions, I would pound out an intense orgasm reliving the vision of her thighs and legs. After an item was crossed off the list, she’d reward me with a tight hug in appreciation. My attraction to her was so intense I could hardly control myself. Several times I thought I should tell her, but thought better of it, fearing damage to our relationship.