Chapter 1
I was fifteen when my mother and I received the news of my father’s death. The officers who came to the house informed us that my dad was killed while riding his motorcycle.
Although my parents were still married, my father didn’t live with us. He left Mom and me a few years before his death. I never understood why Dad was the way he was. He could have had anything he wanted, but he chose his lifestyle rather than join my grandfather’s businesses. Dad didn’t disappear from our lives when he left. He provided financial support so Mom could stay home when I was young.
I asked him why he left us, and he said he’d explain one day. Unfortunately, he was killed before we had the conversation.
Dad wasn’t unsuccessful. After high school, he went to college and became an attorney. According to my mom, Dad did well in his firm. Mom said my dad was always a bit on the wild side and felt he missed out on things because they got married so young.
After my dad’s untimely death, Mom received a substantial life insurance payment, my father’s savings, and financial assistance from my grandfather. It allowed her to pay off our house and live comfortably. Mom worked in an insurance office, so money wasn’t a problem. We weren’t rich, but we could afford the things we wanted.
When I graduated from high school, I went to work for my grandfather as an intern in the IT department and went to school. I wanted to get my certifications in network design and security.
My grandfather encouraged me, telling me I could do whatever I wanted. He said he was happy I decided to join his company. My grandfather often told me I was his last living relative and would inherit all the businesses one day. I never met my grandmother because she passed away before I was born, and my grandfather never remarried.
I worked for Henderson Enterprises while attending school for the next few years. I earned my networking certification and took a few business classes. Things were going great, and I received a substantial salary. Because I lived at home, I managed to save money and afford nice things.
I was twenty-two when the doctors discovered my grandfather’s cancer. We sat in the doctor’s office as he gave us Grandpa’s grim diagnosis. I felt tears running down my cheeks while the doctor explained my grandfather’s options and life expectancy. Grandpa put his hand on my shoulder, assuring me everything would be okay.
“Grandpa, I’ll move in to help care for you.”
My grandfather was strong-willed, so I assumed he would protest. I was shocked when he said, “I think that’s a good idea, Jeff. I would love to have you with me.”
“How can you be so calm?”
My grandfather shrugged. “What choice do I have? Jeff, we all die. I have lived a full life and enjoyed success. My greatest joy is having you work with me and be part of my life. I wish your father had joined the companies, but Greg always marched to a different drummer.”
I parked in one of the six spaces in the garage. Grandpa and I walked through the mudroom, past the laundry room, and into the kitchen. He pointed at one of the island counter stools and told me to sit. I watched Grandpa take two glasses and a bottle of bourbon whiskey from the cupboard, pour two fingers of the amber liquid into the glasses, and sit beside me.
“Jeff, we have a lot to do, and we don’t know how long we’ll have to do it. I look forward to having you live here with me because it will give us time together. I prefer to keep the news of my cancer between us for now,” Grandpa said.
“When should I move in?” I asked.
“Is tomorrow too soon?”
I shook my head. “What should I tell Mom? She’s going to wonder what’s happening.”
Grandpa took a sip of his drink. “I think we should explain what’s going on. I’ve always been fond of Marge. We should let her know. Why don’t you call your mother and invite her to dinner? We’ll take her out tonight.”
I called my mother to tell her about dinner. She agreed and asked what time she should be ready. Grandpa said seven, and I told her.
We picked my mother up and drove to Louis’s Chop House, my grandfather’s favorite restaurant. Louis Parsons, the owner, greeted him by name as he led us to a table.
“Louis, do you remember my daughter-in-law, Marge, and Jeff, my grandson?”
Louis shook hands with Mom and me. “Of course, I remember them. I hope you enjoy your evening.”
“Thank you. You have a lovely restaurant,” Mom said.
Louis nodded. “We always welcome Larry and his guests. I’ll send your server over.”
Our server came to the table and asked for our drink orders while a busboy filled our water glasses. We ordered cocktails, and the server left.
“Marge, Jeff, and I need to talk to you,” Grandpa said.
“What’s up, Dad?” Mom said.
After the server gave us our drinks, Grandpa asked her to give us a few minutes. The server nodded and left the table.
“Jeff took me to the doctor’s office today. I have been feeling a bit off and decided to get checked out. Marge, I’ve been diagnosed with cancer. The doctor said there wasn’t much they could do. Jeff offered to move into the house and help me, and I’ve agreed,” Grandpa said straightforwardly.
Mom sat and stared into space. Tears ran down her cheeks as she absorbed the shocking news. Grandpa reached over and placed his hand on Mom’s wrist.
“I don’t know what to say, Dad,” Mom said, her voice cracking with emotion.
“I know, Marge, there isn’t anything to say. This is life, and there’s not much we can do to change it.”
“So, what happens now? Did the doctor give you a treatment plan?” Mom said.
Grandpa shook his head. “No, not yet. They have to run a battery of tests to determine the type and stage of the cancer. Once they know, the doctors will inform us about my treatment options.”
Mom dabbed her eyes with her napkin. “As to your question about Jeff moving in with you, by all means, yes. If there is anything I can do, let me know.”
Mom wasn’t his blood relative, but my grandfather always treated her as part of the family. When the accident killed my father, Grandpa made sure Mom was financially stable. We finished our meal without further discussing my grandfather’s prognosis or the future.
The next day, Mom helped me pack my things into boxes. I moved into my grandfather’s house, taking the guest room on the first floor. Mom came with me, helping me unpack and settle in.
Over the next month, Grandpa and I installed an intercom system to monitor his bedroom from the first-floor guest room where I slept and other locations in the house. We developed a routine and got comfortable with each other.
On Wednesdays, maintenance came to the estate to clean the house, cut the grass, do the landscaping, and clean the pool. Grandpa explained he wanted them there the same day to limit the intrusion. The property was over one hundred acres, but only about five acres were lawns with scattered trees and flowerbeds. The rest was wooded with trails for hiking and riding the Gator UTV.
Grandpa and I would take his thirty-two-foot center console boat out and fish on the lake when the weather permitted. There were other homes, but none near the peninsula the house sat on. Grandpa told me his father purchased the lakefront property outside a small Georgia town. My great-grandfather built the eight-thousand-square-foot house in the nineteen fifties.
There was a boathouse with a rooftop deck above the slips where he kept the boat. The structure was large enough to moor two forty-foot boats side by side, but he only had one.
Grandpa added a seventy-five-by-twenty-five-foot lap pool and a cabana with an apartment on the second floor. He told me he planned to use the two-bedroom apartment for live-in help if he decided to have them. The cabana’s first floor contained two changing rooms with showers, two bathrooms, a sitting area, and an unused space. He also replaced a detached garage with a new sixty-by-thirty-foot pole barn.
The doctors offered different options for treatment. My grandfather told them he would consider his choices and let them know. He said he wasn’t sure he wanted to endure radiation and chemo.
Reality set in when my grandfather’s attorneys and financial advisor came to the house. Grandpa invited them in, and we went to the spacious office. My grandfather’s desk sat near a window with a view of the front yard. There was a conference table with twelve chairs, and two walls covered with bookshelves.
“Jeff, I’d like you to meet Steven Gold and Barbara Quinn. Their firm has been handling my legal affairs for many years. Steven’s father was my father’s attorney. Art Levinson is my financial advisor and takes care of the money.
“I’d also like you to meet Ellen Baxter. Ellen is my personal assistant and handles almost everything for me. She’s worked for me for the past twenty years. If you need to know anything about Henderson Enterprises, she can help you,” Grandpa said.
I shook hands with everyone and sat at the conference table in the office. Steven, Barbara, and Art sat across the table from Grandpa, Ellen, and me. They opened their briefcases and removed several thick folders.
“Larry, I speak for all of us when I say we’re shocked and heartbroken about your news. Please be assured we will do everything possible to help you,” Steven said.
I looked at Ellen, noticing tears in her eyes. Grandpa patted her hand and smiled. She nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Thank you, Steve. I know you and your firm will help Jeff with the transition. There are no secrets regarding my personal or business dealings. He needs to know as much as possible about everything.” Grandpa smiled. “Does anyone want something to drink before we get started?”
We all agreed on coffee, so I left the office, went to the kitchen, and prepared a tray with mugs, creamer, sweetener, and a carafe of fresh coffee. When I returned, Ellen helped me serve our guests.
“Where would you like to start, Larry?” Barbara said.
“I think I should give Jeff a little history of the companies. Your great-grandfather started Henderson Enterprises in the nineteen twenties. He hand-made special items for the medical industry…” Grandpa began.
Over the next few hours, I learned how my great-grandfather and grandfather built and grew the companies from a tiny shop to over ten plants, five distribution centers, and offices around the country and in Europe. Additionally, there was Henderson DME. The division had retail outlets providing durable medical equipment in most major cities. Henderson Enterprises’ sales were over twenty billion dollars a year.
“I knew the company was huge, but I had no idea how big it was,” I said when my grandfather finished.
“Henderson Enterprises is a privately held company, and Larry’s holding company, Henderson Investments, owns one hundred percent of the stock. Henderson Investments has real estate properties and owns several other businesses. We have created a living trust and transferred all his stock into it. We are placing all of his assets, other than his vehicles, in the trust,” Steve said.
“Larry also has a substantial personal investment portfolio. We are in the process of moving everything into the new trust. The living trust provides certain tax advantages and makes transferring ownership easy. Larry is the trustee and controls the trust,” Art said.
I guess my grandfather could see my confusion. He smiled and said, “You will become the trustee when I die. When the day comes, you can do whatever you want with the companies and other assets.”
Taking a deep breath, I felt tears forming. Grandpa put his hand on my shoulder, squeezed me, and smiled.
“What do you want me to do with the companies?” I asked.
“Jeff, I want you to do whatever you feel best. The businesses have provided for my employees and me for many years. The C-level management team runs the companies, so I don’t have much involvement in the day-to-day operations any longer.”
“Why haven’t you sold the companies?”
“Your grandfather has received offers for Henderson Enterprises. We reviewed them, but felt they didn’t fit Larry’s philosophies. They didn’t guarantee the employees would be retained or treated as Larry felt necessary,” Stephen said.
“The best fit would be to find a private equity firm to purchase Henderson Enterprises and retain the management and employees,” Barbara said.
“I don’t understand any of this,” I said.
Grandpa chuckled. “Jeff, you’ll find a wise man knows what he doesn’t know or understand. That’s why we hire people who do. I trust my legal team and Art’s firm to handle these things.”
We spent a few hours discussing the company structure and Grandpa’s management teams. I learned that while my grandfather didn’t involve himself in most day-to-day operations, he still stayed close to what happened with the companies. The attorneys and Art assured me they would help me with anything I needed. As we talked, I realized how little I knew about the companies, even though I worked there.
Grandpa asked Ellen, Stephen, Barbara, and Art to meet every Wednesday. During our weekly meetings, I learned more about the companies. I discovered that Henderson Enterprises owned two planes, including a Gulfstream G550, like the one on the television show Criminal Minds. Grandpa told me he didn’t like using commercial airlines when traveling to their facilities.
A few months later, Grandpa asked Ellen to arrange a meeting with all C-level officers. He wanted to inform them of his condition and discuss the future of Henderson Enterprises. At the meeting, Grandpa told the group that he had been diagnosed with terminal cancer. After the murmurs died down, he explained his plans for his companies. Grandpa introduced Stephen, Barbara, Art, and me. Many of the managers knew me. The ones who didn’t were surprised my grandfather would pass the companies to me.
Stephen took over, telling the group there were no changes planned and that the C-Level personnel would maintain their titles, positions, and responsibilities. After dismissing everyone except the division vice presidents, Grandpa told his senior managers they would join the company’s board of directors, and Stephen, Barbara, Art, and I would also be board members.
As everyone left, Grandpa asked the company president, Peter Jackson, to remain. We sat at the table while the other C-level personnel left the room, leaving Ellen, the legal team, and me.
“Peter, when it’s time, you’ll become the CEO and run the company. I want you to do whatever you can to aid Jeff in his decisions regarding the companies,” Grandpa said.
“You know you can count on me, Larry,” Peter said.
Grandpa lost his battle with cancer a year and a half after the doctors diagnosed him. I spent as much time as possible with him during the last months of his life. Mom would come over after work to help me make our meals while teaching me how to cook. We hired a home-care service for the last four months.
Over two hundred people attended the memorial service. The chapel was filled to capacity as Grandpa’s friends eulogized his life. After the service, everyone was invited to a luncheon. Most of the people attended the luncheon at Louis’s Chop House. The owner closed the restaurant in honor of Grandpa. While we ate, Mom stayed by my side, offering comfort.
As the luncheon ended and the guests began leaving, Ellen approached me. She hugged me and expressed her sympathy.
“Jeff, if you need anything, please let me know. Larry was an extraordinary man, and I will miss him. It’s been an honor working with him,” Ellen said.
“Thank you, Ellen. Grandpa spoke highly of you.”
Ellen nodded, hugged me again, and left. Mom and I remained until the last guest departed, then went home. She invited me to her home, but I told Mom I wanted to go to Grandpa’s, now my house.
Even though I knew my grandfather would die, nothing could have prepared me. My sorrow consumed me for several days after the service. It took a couple of weeks to recover enough to begin taking care of things for the businesses.
I called for a meeting with Stephen, Barbara, and Art. We sat in the office at the house, making plans for the future. When Art explained the trust’s holdings, I realized I was a billionaire. We would let the board of directors run Henderson Enterprises. With the help of the team, I would learn and run Henderson Investments.
After my grandfather’s passing, I walked into his bedroom, shook my head, and decided to make a few changes. After consulting with Art, I hired an architect to remodel my house. I donated most of the furniture and the hospital bed.
When Hugh Davis, the architect, asked what I had in mind, I told him the entire house needed updating except for the billiard room and Grandpa’s office. Those two rooms would remain the same. I wanted something more modern and the latest technology for the rest of the house. Hugh spent two weeks coming up with a design I liked. Once I agreed to the plan, Hugh hired a general contractor.
During the renovations, I decided to stay with my mom. One evening in early May, I ran into my high school girlfriend, Anne Marston, while Mom and I were at a restaurant for dinner. Anne and I dated during our senior year, went to prom together, and became lovers. I smiled when she said hello, remembering the night we shared our virginity.
Anne and I dated during the summer after graduation. We drifted apart when she went to college in a different state. She was my only girlfriend.
Mom said hi, telling Anne she remembered her from when we dated.
“Hi, Anne. How have you been?” I said.
“I’m doing well, Jeff. I’m working here while I’m home for the summer. I’ll begin my master’s degree in the fall. How are you doing?”
“Things are great. I work for Henderson Enterprises in the IT department.” I didn’t feel that telling Anne I owned the company was necessary.
During dinner, we chatted when we could. When Anne brought the check, she gave me a note with her phone number. “Call me if you’d like to get together and catch up.”
I paid the bill, told Anne I’d talk to her later, and left the restaurant. When I got into the car, I noticed the grin on Mom’s face.
“What?” I said.
“You should ask Anne out, Jeff,” Mom said.
“I don’t know. It’s been a long time, Mom.”
“It’s been too long, Jeffery. You haven’t done anything besides work, school, and care for your grandfather for a long time. It’s time to get out and socialize with people your age.”
“I’ll think about it, Mom.” I wondered if Anne and I could pick up where we left off.
I was on my way to Mom’s house from my home. As I did most days, I stopped to check the progress and talk with the general contractor. The project was coming along well and was on schedule. I used my cell phone to call Anne.
“Hi, Jeff. I wondered if you’d call me,” Anne said when I said hello.
“I was thinking about what you said about getting together. Would you like to go out one of these evenings?”
“Yes, I’d enjoy seeing you again. If you’re free this Friday, I have it off.”
“Friday sounds good to me. I’ll pick you up at seven. We’ll go to a nice restaurant for dinner.”
“Perfect. See you then.”
On Friday evening, I got into my Lincoln and headed for Anne’s house. When I knocked on the door, Mr. Marston opened it and invited me in. We chatted for a moment while I waited for Anne.
Anne came into the living room and said, “Hi, Jeff. Are you ready to go?”
“Yes, I’m ready. You look great.”
Anne wore a knee-length skirt and a blouse. “Thanks, you look good, too.”
I wore dress slacks, a white shirt, and a sports jacket.
After saying goodbye, we left the house. I closed the door for Anne when she got into the car.
During our ride to the restaurant, we chatted. Anne told me she was doing well in college and would receive her master’s degree in finance when she graduated. I told her about working in the IT department at Henderson Enterprises. I didn’t work at the company, but I didn’t want to tell Anne any details of my life for the past few years.
At the restaurant, the host greeted me by name. I’d been there many times with my grandfather, and most of the employees knew me. The host showed us to the reserved table, pulling out Anne’s chair when he seated us.
Anne smiled. “I take it you’ve been here before.”
“I have. I used to come here with my grandpa.”
During dinner, we caught up on our lives. Anne told me about school and her classes. When I told her my grandfather had passed away, she said she was sorry.
“So, are you dating?” Anne said.
“No, I haven’t been seeing anyone. How about you?”
“I’ve dated at school, but don’t have time for a full-time relationship with a man. My classes are hard, so I spend a lot of time studying. I also have a part-time job. School and living in California are expensive. Because I have to work, it’s taking longer than normal to get my degree.”
We had wine with our dinner. Anne mentioned how good the chicken dish she ordered tasted. While we ate, sipped our wine, and talked, I couldn’t help remembering when we had sex. Both of us were virgins and lacked experience. Our couplings were usually in the car, but we used a bed several times.
“Dinner was great,” Anne said as I held the car door for her.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. What would you like to do now?”
“Do you know anywhere we can go dancing?”
“Not really. The last time I danced was at our prom.”
Anne took out her phone and started looking for a place to dance. She told me there was a club near her house where we could go. I followed her directions as I drove.
Anne slipped her arm through mine, found a table, and sat down when we entered the club. A server came over and took our drink orders.
“Come dance with me,” Anne said after sipping her wine.
We went to the dance floor and began moving to the fast music. After a few songs, a slow number came on, and we danced with our bodies pressed together.
“I remember how well you danced at our prom. I guess you haven’t lost it,” Anne said.
“As I said, it was the last time I danced. I guess the lessons I had paid off.”
Pulling her head back, Anne looked into my eyes. “You took dancing lessons?”
“Yeah, I didn’t want to embarrass myself at the prom, and I wanted you to have a good time.”
“I had a great time at the prom. It was even better after the dance.”
I couldn’t help chuckling as I remembered our night in a motel room. It was only the third time we had had sex, and the first time in bed. It was much better than in the car.
“It was fun, wasn’t it?” I replied.
Anne put both hands on my head, pulled my mouth to hers, and kissed me. When I felt her tongue, I parted my lips to accept it. We held the kiss for several moments before she pulled back and gazed into my eyes.
“You’re still a good kisser, Jeff.”
“Thanks, so are you.”
We finished our dance and went back to the table. While sipping our drinks, we shared smiles as I wondered if Anne was interested in picking up where we left off seven years ago.
Anne and I decided to dance and returned to the dance floor. As soon as a slow song started, she pressed her body against mine, and we kissed. I bent down because I was five inches taller than her five-foot-six frame. Anne shifted, moving her hip against my crotch.
“Let’s get out of here.” Anne nuzzled my neck.
We finished our drinks and left the club. As soon as we were in my car, Anne lifted the armrests, slid next to me, grabbed my head, pressed her mouth to mine, and stuck her tongue into my mouth.
As I returned Anne’s aggressive kiss, I put one of my hands on her breast and massaged her small, firm mound, causing her to moan.
“We need to find someplace private. Do you think kids still park at the old gravel pit?” Anne said.
“Probably, but I have a better idea. Let’s go to my house.”
“What about your mom?”
“Anne, we’re twenty-five, not eighteen. Mom won’t mind us watching television in the basement.”
“I don’t care if you don’t.”
I pulled into the pharmacy parking lot on the way to my mom’s house. “I’ll be right back,” I said.
I grabbed a box of condoms in the store, paid for them, and returned to the car. Anne snuggled against my side as I headed for the house and rested her hand on my leg, moving it just above my knee.
Mom was sitting in the living room when we came in. “Hi, Mom. Anne and I are going to watch television in the rec room.”
“Okay, I’m going to bed shortly. See you in the morning. It’s nice to see you again, Anne. How have things been?”
“Everything is great, Mrs. Henderson,” Anne said.
“You two have fun. I’ll talk to you later.”
Anne and I went downstairs, turned on the television, found a movie, and adjusted the volume.
Anne sat on the couch, curling her legs under her. After I removed my sports coat, I sat next to her. We came together and began kissing while we ran our hands over one another. I rubbed her breasts for a moment, then started unbuttoning her blouse.
Anne’s blouse was off a few moments later, as was her bra. When we dated, she would complain about the size of her small breasts, but didn’t say a word about them as I ran my thumb over the nipple of her apple-sized mound.
“I always loved how you played with my boobs. You never squeezed them too hard or hurt me.”
Anne moved her hands to my waist, undid my belt, unbuttoned my slacks, and lowered my zipper as she talked. Reaching into my pants, Anne rubbed my cock through my boxer briefs for a moment, then, using her other hand, she pulled the waistband away and slipped her hand into my underwear.
I lifted my butt off the couch and lowered my slacks and underwear. Anne wrapped her hand around my shaft, stroking me as I tangled my fingers in her dark, shoulder-length hair, pulled her mouth to mine, and resumed kissing.
Moving, Anne knelt on the couch, leaned over, and took my cock into her mouth. I let out a muffled groan as I experienced my first blowjob. When we dated, Anne and I didn’t engage in oral sex. I wanted to, but she said she wouldn’t do it. It appeared Anne had overcome her reluctance.
Anne bobbed her head on my cock while I rubbed her back, moving my hand to her ass. She wiggled as I pulled her skirt up to her waist. When I ran my hand over her bottom, she moaned around my dick.
Lifting her head from my lap, Anne kissed me. I continued stroking her ass while we flicked our tongues together. After a few minutes, we separated, and Anne removed her skirt. We finished undressing and hugged each other.
I kissed my way to Anne’s breasts, taking time to suck each of her nipples. She ran her fingers through my hair, then pushed down on my head.
“Will you lick my pussy?”
“Sure. I guess you’ve overcome your aversion to oral sex.”
“Yeah. I didn’t want to do it when we dated because I felt you’d think I was nasty.”
Anne stretched out on her back, opened her legs, and guided my head to her crotch. I looked at her, noticing she was shaved. Unsure of how to proceed, I licked her crotch while she ran her fingers through my hair, moaning as I explored.
I looked up at Anne. “I’ve never done this before.”
Anne told me what she liked, and I fulfilled her wishes. Anne moaned, telling me to finger her pussy. I complied, sliding two of my digits into her wet vagina. After about fifteen minutes of my oral attention, Anne grabbed the back of my head, pressing it into her crotch as she came.
When Anne’s arms flopped next to her body, I moved up. She smiled, pulled my mouth to hers, and we kissed. I reached for my slacks, removed the package of condoms from my pocket, and took one out of the box. Anne peppered my face with kisses as I encased my rigid cock in latex.
I gripped my shaft and rubbed my cock up and down through her slit. She reached between us, took my cock, and placed it at her entrance. Anne exhaled as my cock slid into her pussy, and I started moving, thrusting my dick in and out of her.
Anne hooked her legs over my thighs, humping against me as I fucked her. Unlike when we dated, Anne was active, participating in our coupling. Internet research and hours of practice while masturbating gave me the staying power I didn’t possess in the past. I was lucky to last more than ten minutes during our previous times, even the second time we fucked the same night.
After about twenty minutes of steady fucking, Anne told me to get up, got on her hands and knees, then wiggled her ass at me. I moved closer, put my cock back into her pussy, and experienced my first doggy-style fuck. As I slid into Anne, she pushed back.
“Damn, you feel good. Fuck me harder, Jeff,” Anne said, breaking her silence.
Anne swayed her back, reached under her body, and rubbed her clit while I gripped her narrow hips. I ran one hand up her side, clutching her breast while fucking her.
I don’t know how, but I prolonged my orgasm until Anne came, announcing her climax as her pussy contracted around my cock. Releasing her breast, I gripped her hips and slammed my cock into her, holding it deep in her pussy as I shot cum into the condom.
Holding the condom, I removed my cock from Anne’s pussy and sat back on my heels as she flipped over. When I saw the smile on her face, I leaned over and kissed her.
“Holy shit, Jeff! You must make your girlfriends happy.”
“I don’t have any girlfriends. You’re the last girl I dated.”
Anne chuckled. “You’ve gotten better than I remember. We didn’t know much about sex back then, did we?”
“No, but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t great, Anne. I still think about the times we made love.” I stood up. “I’ll be right back.”
I went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom, washed my cock, and returned to the recreation room. Anne was still naked, sitting on the couch with her legs tucked under her butt.
She reached out when I got close, wrapped her fingers around my limp cock, and pulled me closer. Leaning forward, Anne took my dick into her mouth and sucked firmly. Putting my hands on her shoulders, I rocked my hips while she used one of her hands to play with my balls. A few minutes later, my cock grew to its full length.
Anne sat back, removing my cock from her mouth. She used her hand to stroke me, looked up, and smiled.
“Damn, Jeff! I remember your cock was big, but not this big. What are you, about eight inches?”
I shrugged my shoulders and sat next to her. I had measured my cock before and knew it was just over seven inches long, but I didn’t want to tell Anne I knew.
“I’m glad you like my pecker.”
“Jeff, you have the biggest cock I’ve ever had stuffed in my pussy.”
“How many have you had?”
Anne smiled and bumped into me. “I’ve had a few. I’m not the same girl I was before I went away to college. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a slut, and I don’t fuck every man on campus, but I haven’t been celibate either.”
Not knowing what to say, I just smiled and nodded. “You seem comfortable being naked, Anne. You used to be so modest.”
“Yeah, I’m way past keeping the lights off and half my clothing on.” Anne put her hand on my leg. “Jeff, I have never regretted making love with you. I’m happy you were my first, and we shared our virginity.”
“Those were fun times, weren’t they?” I didn’t feel it necessary to tell Anne I was in love with her back then. But, looking back, I realized I fell in love with my first piece of ass.
Anne snuggled against me, put her hand on my thigh, moved it to my crotch, and played with my cock. “So, are you going to take me home or fuck me again?”
I chuckled, put my hand behind Anne’s head, and pulled her mouth to mine. As we kissed, she stroked my cock until it was rigid again. Anne grabbed the box of condoms, pulled one out, ripped the foil, rolled the sheath over my cock, and smiled.
Putting one of her legs over mine, Anne straddled me, put my cock against the opening of her pussy, lowered her body, and gripped my shoulders. We continued kissing while she rode me.
“Do you remember when we used to do it like this in the car?”
“I sure do. When you wore a skirt or dress on a date, I knew we would have sex.”
“I was unsure of my skinny body and didn’t want you to see me naked. I’m so over it. Now, I don’t care what anyone thinks. People don’t have to look if they don’t like it.”
“I always thought you had a great body. You’ve filled out since then.”
Laughing, Anne nodded and wiggled on my cock. “I’ve gained a few pounds, and my tits have grown. I wear a thirty B bra now, but I was barely an A cup when we dated.”
I put a hand on one of Anne’s breasts and massaged it. “You have great tits. I love the way you trim and shave your crotch, too.”
Anne put her hand between her legs and raked the thin strip of pubic hair on her mons. “It makes oral sex better for my partner when she eats me. It would be better if you shaved, too, Jeff. I don’t like getting pubes in my mouth when I suck a guy’s nuts.”
Seeing the shocked look on my face, Anne chuckled. “My roommate, Jodie, and I get it on. She talked me into shaving my twat.”
“You’re so different from how you used to be, Anne. I like the new you.”
Anne kept her hand between her legs, diddling her clit while bouncing up and down on my cock. I put my hands on her ass, held her up, and thrust into her. For the next half-hour, we fucked like crazy until she said her legs were getting tired. I put her on her back, moved between her legs, and continued until we came.
I went to the bathroom to dispose of the used condom and clean up. When I returned, Anne was texting someone while dressing. I picked up my clothes and started putting them on.
Anne gave me a hug and a kiss. “Next time, I’ll bring a change of clothes. Jeff, I’m not looking for a relationship, but we can be fuck buddies until I head back to school if you want to.”
I ran my hands down Anne’s back, gripped her ass, and pulled her against me. “When do you go back?”
“I leave in a few weeks. I have to be back in California the first week of August.”
After kissing her, I said, “I’d love to be fuck buddies, Anne. I’m sure you can teach me a few things.”
“Cool, then we’ll have a blast while I’m here. You did a damn good job tonight as far as teaching you anything. Just so you know, I love sucking cock and swallowing cum. Jeff, you’re the first man who’s gone down on me. As I said, I’ve sucked cock, but no one has eaten me other than Jodie. You’re great, by the way.”
“It was my pleasure.”
I laughed as we headed for the steps, and Anne walked in front of me, wiggling her ass. She sat next to me in the car while I drove her home. I walked her to the door and kissed her. “Thanks for the great night, Anne. When are you available for another date?”
“I’ll text you as soon as I know my schedule. It was a great night, Jeff.”
After Anne entered her parents’ house, I got into the car and headed home, thinking about how much my old girlfriend had changed. The meek girl I knew in high school had become a very sensual woman. I liked that she was open, forthright, and unafraid to say what was on her mind.
When I got home, I went to my room, stripped, and got into bed. As I relaxed, I thought about the next few weeks.
The following morning, I went to the bathroom to shower. My cock and nuts were hairless when I finished, and the pubic hair above my dick was trimmed short. I got dressed and went downstairs for coffee.
“Good morning, Jeff. Did you and Anne catch up last night?” Mom said as I poured my coffee and joined her at the table.
“Yes, we sure did, Mom. It was great seeing her again. We plan to go out until Anne returns to California.”
Mom smiled as she nodded. “What do you have planned for today?”
“I’m going to check on the progress of my house. The contractor has his crews working on Saturdays to finish the project as soon as possible. The last time I was there, he said I should be able to move in a couple of weeks.”
“That’s great, Jeff. I’m anxious to see it.”
“Why don’t you come with me? As I’ve said, you can move in with me.”
“I’m fine here, Jeff. I want to have a place of my own. A woman my age wants her privacy.” Mom chuckled. “Who knows, I may want to entertain a gentleman.”
I laughed and nodded. It was hard to think of my mother being sexually active, but she was only forty-eight and still in great shape. Mom worked out, went to yoga, and ran. You wouldn’t think she was as old by looking at her. Mom stood about five-seven, with a curvy body and large breasts.
After breakfast, Mom and I headed for my estate, about a half-hour drive from Mom’s house. When we pulled up to the house, we saw the workers’ trucks, got out of the car, and walked to the double front doors.
Bob Johansson, the general contractor, came over when we were inside and shook hands.
“Hi, Bob. How is it going?” I said.
“We’re ahead of schedule, Jeff. I figure we’ll finish sooner than we planned. We’ve almost completed the second floor. We have a few finishing touches on the master suite and the first-floor guest room left to do. The new appliances will arrive on Monday.”
“Sounds great, Bob. Why don’t you give Mom and me a quick run-through?”
Bob took us upstairs to the second floor. We inspected the four bedrooms and ensuite bathrooms, commenting on how nice they looked.
“We redid the bathrooms, adding modern showers and fixtures. We still have to paint and put up new molding and closet doors,” Bob said while we looked at the sitting area and laundry room.
“This looks great,” Mom said. I agreed with her.
On the first floor, we started in the kitchen. The flooring was now marble, and the counters were granite. Mom pointed at the spaces where the appliances would go in the new cabinets, saying the areas looked big.
“We’re installing new Viking appliances. The cooktop has six burners and a flat top. The side-by-side double oven will go below the cooktop. The Sub-Zero refrigerator/ freezer is the largest one they make,” Bob said.
Bob opened the door to show us the pantry. He replaced the old wood shelving with chrome wire racks. He opened another door in the pantry, showing us the climate-controlled wine room. Three of the walls had angled racks to store wine. The other wall had shelves for other beverages.
“The wine racks will hold four hundred bottles,” Bob said.
We inspected the living, family, guest, and office rooms. Bob told Mom and me he redid the large natural fireplaces and mantels in the living and family rooms. When he mentioned he could convert it to gas, I said I preferred to burn wood.
Mom and I went into the billiard room and looked around. The room resembled a nineteen-twenties bar, done in dark mahogany paneling. The bar spanned part of one wall, with ten stools and a brass footrail. Behind the bar were an etched mirror and shelves for liquor. The full-size pool table sat at the rear of the room, complete with a green felt top and webbed pockets. Mom walked to the wall rack of cue sticks and ran her hand over one.
A sitting area with leather wing-backed chairs, couches, and side tables sat between the bar and the pool table. The area faced a stone fireplace on the outside wall. I opened a door, showing Mom a half-bath.
“This is a beautiful room, Jeff. It’s nice that you have the half-bath, so guests don’t have to wander through the house,” Mom said.
I opened another door. “There are two half-baths, Mom. Grandpa and I spent many nights here playing pool, having a drink, and talking.”
Double French doors led from the family room to a screened sunroom. The room’s windows opened, allowing a breeze from the lake. There were three ceiling fans in the thirty-by-forty room. Toward the master suite, a glass door wall provided access to another room and a large sunken hot tub. We looked at the tub and the two doors leading to the master suite.
“We installed a second door, Jeff. One goes into the master suite, the other into the bathroom. Hugh felt it would be better to access the bathroom without going through the bedroom,” Bob said.
Mom and I looked in the his-and-her walk-in closets, noting the cedar-covered walls. The closets had bars for hanging clothes, shoe racks, shelves, and drawers.
“You could almost make bedrooms out of these closets,” Mom said.
Bob led us into the master bathroom. The large room contained a shower stall, a long granite counter with three sinks, and a changing area with an oak bench.
The shower measured eight feet wide by six feet deep, with three marble walls, a teak bench spanning the stall’s width, and a glass wall facing into the room, with an opening opposite the showerheads. The shower stall had multiple showerheads, two with flexible metal hoses. The shower stall’s design negated the need for a door.
Mom opened another door, chuckling when she looked inside. The room contained a toilet and a modern bidet. We left the master suite and entered the first-floor guest room, checking it out before moving on. Like the master, the first-floor guest room had an ensuite bathroom. While not as large as the bathroom in the master suite, it was spacious.
“What do you think, Jeff?” Bob said.
“I like it, Bob. You’re doing a great job. Mom and I are going to look at the deck and pool. Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m all set,” Bob said.
Mom and I went out to the sunroom. I slid open one of the sliding doors and stepped onto the deck. Mom and I gazed out toward the lake and the boathouse. To the left was the back of the garage. On our right were the swimming pool and the cabana. We walked to the pool and went into the cabana. After looking around, we left, walking down to the lake.
I checked the boat in the boathouse to make sure that it was secure in the sling. I glanced at one of the walls, smiling as I looked at the fishing equipment while remembering the great times my grandfather and I had while using the tackle. I pointed out the second hoist, telling my mom the boathouse was large enough to hold two forty-foot boats. She told me the four-foot walkways made her feel safe. The walkways ran the boathouse’s length alongside each slip, and the front wall had twelve-foot-wide decking spanning the width. A set of doors enclosed shelving for the parts and accessories. Double electric overhead doors protected the boathouse from the lake.
Mom and I went up the outside steps to the deck above the boathouse. The rear portion had a covered area with a refrigerator, a bar, a half bath, and a gas grill. Posts, supporting lamps to light the deck, were along both sides of the deck. In addition, there were chairs, lounges, a patio table, and a glider facing the lake at the front of the deck.
“This is lovely,” Mom said while standing at the railing and looking at the water.
“Grandpa and I used to sit up here in the evening to have a drink and talk,” I said.
Mom nodded. She put her arm around my waist and said, “Grandpa would be proud of you, Jeff. Have you decided what you’re doing with the companies?”
“I’m not going to do anything right now. Things are running as they did when Grandpa was alive, with Ellen and the management team handling everything. The lawyers are making sure things are on the up and up. I’ll wait a year before making any decisions, Mom.”
Mom smiled and nodded. “I know you’re no longer working, so what are you doing for money?”
I couldn’t help laughing. “The board decided to pay me a salary and provide my benefits. I’m earning twenty thousand dollars a week for doing nothing. I told the board I didn’t need the money, but they insisted. Steven Gold, one of my attorneys, said there were legal reasons for listing me as an employee and providing a salary. He didn’t say why, and I didn’t ask.”
“I’m sure Mr. Gold has his reasons. Have you thought about furnishing the house? You donated almost everything when you started the renovations.”
“I’m not sure what to do, Mom. Would you have time to help me?”
“Yes, of course I’ll help you, Jeff. What do you have in mind?”
“I was thinking of modern, but now I’m unsure.”
“Maybe something contemporary?” Mom said.
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “I’m sure I’ll find something I like with your help.”
Mom nodded and got up from her chair. “If you have time, we should go to a furniture store. It may take time to order if they don’t have what you want in stock.”
“Sounds good, Mom. We can get dinner when we finish,” I said.
Mom and I returned to the house to check with Bob about the new data cabling. He assured me he took care of it, adding wireless access points, television cables, and wiring for the security system and cameras.
While working with the architect, I explained that I wanted a security system to provide intrusion protection with cameras located outside. I wanted to see what was happening on the flat-screen monitors I planned to install in the family room, office, master bedroom, kitchen, and on my phone or tablet. The cameras would provide visibility of the house’s entire perimeter, the boathouse, and the driveway leading to the house. A wireless bridge would extend the internet to the boathouse.
I also requested the latest home management system to control everything from the lighting, heating, air conditioning, drapes, and blinds using wireless touchpads.
Bob took me to the plan table, pointing out the camera locations and coverage. He assured me the electronics, monitors, and data equipment would be in place before I moved in. I thanked him and said I would connect the data equipment.
Mom and I left for a store she recommended. When we arrived, she went to find one of the salesmen.
“Walt, I’d like you to meet my son, Jeff,” Mom said.
The man shook my hand and smiled. “I’m pleased to meet you, Jeff. How can I help you today?”
“I’m looking for furniture for my house. My mom is here to help me.”
Smiling, Walt said, “You’ve come to the right place. What room are you going to furnish?”
Mom took my arm, told Walt we needed a moment, and pulled me away. “Jeff, before we get started, I want you to know Walter and I have been dating. I didn’t want to tell you before, but I feel it’s important for you to know now. If this is uncomfortable, we can go somewhere else.”
I chuckled and thought about asking Mom how close. “It isn’t a problem for me, Mom. If you’re happy, I’m happy for you. Is that where you’ve been going when you come home late?”
Nodding, Mom led me back to where Walt was waiting. She smiled at him and nodded.
“Walt, Jeff has remodeled his house and needs furniture for the entire place. Let’s start with the kitchen. Jeff needs something for the breakfast nook and stools for the island counter. Again, we’re looking for a contemporary look,” Mom said.
“Sounds good, Marge. How many seats do you want in the breakfast nook?” Walt said.
Looking at Mom, I said, “Eight?”
“I think eight is a good number,” Mom said.
Walt took us to an area of the store and showed us what he offered. Mom and I selected a light oak table and matching chairs. Walt wrote it on a pad he carried.
“I want eight stools for the island counter,” I said.
We picked out high-back swivel stools for the counter. Mom said the black leather fabric and chrome legs would look good.
“I like this dining room set,” Mom said. “It will provide seating for sixteen.”
I let Mom select the dining room furniture. She picked a long table, sixteen upholstered armchairs, a China cabinet, and a buffet. As we shopped, Walt kept track of our selections.
Mom and I discussed the living room, deciding on two cream-colored leather couches, four chairs, end tables, two coffee tables, and lamps. Next, we picked out two oversized recliners, a sofa, a loveseat, and tables for the family room. Mom showed me different lamps, and we selected four.
“These recliners are designed for a home theater. They are the size of a loveseat with separate controls to recline each side. The armrest folds up to make it comfortable for two people. Are you sure all of this is going to fit?” Walt asked.
“Yes, we’re furnishing about four thousand square feet,” I said.
“That’s a good-sized house,” Walt said.
Mom chuckled. “That’s the first floor, honey.”
I could see the shocked expression on Walt’s face. He nodded and led us to an area with bedroom furniture.
“Your mom told me you inherited your grandfather’s house. She didn’t tell me it’s a mansion,” Walt said.
“It’s a big house, Walt,” I replied.
Walt smiled. “Realtors consider anything over five thousand square feet a mansion in this area. If there is acreage, they list the property as an estate.”
“Jeff’s property is over one hundred acres on Lake Lanier, sweetie. My son is just humble,” Mom said.
“I look forward to seeing it,” Walt said.
“We have to get something for the master bedroom,” Mom said.
“How large is the room?” Walt asked.
“The bedroom is forty by thirty-five,” I said.
Walt looked at Mom and me. “That makes the room about fourteen hundred square feet. It’s larger than some homes.”
“It’s huge. As I said, it’s a big house,” Mom said.
Mom pointed at a California king-size bed. The four-post bed’s headboard had thick spindles supporting the shelves and built-in lighting. She added two matching nightstands, lamps, long dressers, and a dressing table with a bench seat.
“You still have room for more furniture in the bedroom, Jeff,” Mom said.
“We can decide on those things after getting these items into the bedroom. We still have the first-floor guest room and the office to furnish.”
Mom selected a contemporary bedroom set for the first-floor guest room. She suggested a California king-size bed, nightstands, a dresser, and a chest of drawers.
“Okay. I think we have a start,” I said. “We still need furniture for the second-floor bedrooms.”
“Jeff, you should consider California kings for all the bedrooms. That way, you only have to purchase sheets and linens in one size. I would make each guest room’s bedroom set different, so it doesn’t look like a hotel,” Mom said.
Nodding, I said, “Whatever you think, Mom. You know a lot more about this than I do. Regardless, I don’t want junk. Grandpa said I should always buy the best I can afford.”
Walt led us to a desk. We sat down and selected the bedroom sets for the guest rooms as he began putting the information into a computer. Mom suggested adding a couch, two chairs, end tables, and lamps for the four guest rooms. After she selected the items, she picked out the things for the second-floor sitting room. She said I should get more for my bedroom, and I agreed. Mom and I waited for him to finish and talked about the delivery.
“I have everything in stock except the couches for the living room. They will take about a week to arrive.”
“That’s fine, Walt. I don’t need the furniture for two or three weeks. The contractor is finishing the renovations.” I smiled at Mom. “Walt, what time do you get off work? Mom and I would like to take you to dinner.”
“I can leave anytime. Give me a few moments, and I’ll be ready.”
Walt left Mom and me sitting at the desk. She smiled and said, “Walt owns the furniture store, Jeff.”
“Good to know. We’re probably going to need other things.”
When we left the store, Mom and Walt followed me to the restaurant where Anne worked. I wanted to talk to her about going out if she was working.
After the host seated us, we ordered cocktails. I asked if Anne was working, telling the host to send her over when he said she was. A few minutes later, Anne delivered our drinks.
“Hi, Jeff. Hi, Mrs. Henderson, how are you tonight?” Anne said.
“We’re doing well, Anne. I’d like you to meet Walt Simms,” I said.
Anne shook Walt’s hand and said, “I’m pleased to meet you, Walt. Have you been here before?”
“No, this is my first time. What’s good here?”
“Everything is good. We have a seafood special tonight. My customers who’ve ordered it say it’s excellent. I’ll give you a few minutes to look at the menu.”
Anne left while Mom, Walt, and I perused the menu. After making up our minds, we put our menus down. Walt asked about my house, so Mom and I described it. I agreed when Mom suggested we show it to Walt before finalizing our furniture selections.
Anne returned to take our orders. I decided to take Anne’s suggestion and have the seafood special. Mom selected prime rib, and Walt said he was going with the special. After Anne left, I smiled at Mom.
“So, tell me how you two started dating,” I said.
Mom chuckled. “I met Walt at a party and we started dating.”
“Why haven’t you said anything?” I said.
“I felt you were dealing with all you could handle, so Walt and I decided to let you know when we thought it was right. When you asked for help with the house, I told Walt.”
I glanced at Walt, then at Mom. “How much have you told Walt about me?”
“Jeff, Walt, and I don’t have any secrets. He knows about Grandpa and Henderson Enterprises.”
I thought for a moment, then smiled. “I think it’s a good idea for people to be open and forthright if they’re together. So, how serious are you two?”
“You’re very astute for someone your age, Jeff. To answer your question, your mother and I have been discussing marriage. Marge told me she wouldn’t agree until she’d talked with you.”
I smiled, looked at Mom, then chuckled. “Are you asking me for my mom’s hand in marriage?”
When Anne brought our salads, the three of us were laughing. She looked at me and said, “What are you laughing about?”
“I’ll tell you later, Anne,” I said.
“Okay. I get off at nine tonight. Do you have any plans?” Anne said while placing our salads on the table.
“I do now. Do you want me to pick you up?”
“No, I have one of my parents’ cars. I’ll meet you after I stop at my house. Where?”
“I’ll be at Mom’s house.”
Smiling, Anne walked away.
“Okay, where were we?” I said.
“Jeff, I know I don’t have to ask you, but I feel it necessary for you to approve,” Mom said.
“Mom, Walt, I hope you two will be happy. So, when’s the wedding?”
Walt and Mom smiled. “Walt and I want a small wedding with a few friends and family. We have to talk about it, Jeff.” Mom smiled. “He hasn’t officially proposed to me yet.”
I watched as Walt slid his chair away from the table, dropped to one knee, and reached into his pocket. He produced a small red velvet box, opened it, and showed Mom the engagement ring. “Marge, will you marry me?”
Standing up, Mom pulled Walt to his feet. She wrapped her arm around his neck, pulled his face to hers, and kissed him. After a moment, Mom leaned back and said, “Yes, I’ll marry you, Walt.” He slipped the ring on Mom’s finger.
Mom looked at the ring and smiled. “It’s beautiful, Walt. Do you always carry it with you?”
“No. I grabbed it before we left the store. I thought we might get a chance to talk to Jeff.”
While they shared another tender kiss, the people around us clapped. Anne came to the table with our meals, placed them on a stand, and said, “What’s going on?”
“Walt asked Mom to marry him, and she said yes.”
“Congratulations, Mrs. Henderson. You too, Walt,” Anne said.
Mom and Walt sat down so Anne could serve us. As we ate, Mom and Walt discussed a wedding date. I learned Walt had never been married and agreed with Mom, saying a small wedding would be great.
“I’m a member of a country club, Marge. The clubhouse is a great venue if it’s okay with you. We can go over there tomorrow morning to check it out.”
Mom finished her mouthful of food and smiled. “We can look at it tomorrow afternoon. When I get done with you tonight, you won’t want to get up before noon.”
Walt blushed as Mom laughed. She looked at me and said, “What’s the look for?”
“Nothing, Mom. You just shocked me, that’s all.”
The three of us laughed. I realized my mom was a woman and had needs only a man could provide. We finished our dinners, ordered coffee and after-dinner drinks, and chatted about the future.
As we left the restaurant, I checked with Anne, telling her I’d be at Mom’s house. She nodded, smiled, and said, “See you soon, Jeff.”
Outside, Mom hugged me. “Thanks for understanding and your blessing, Jeffery. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” Mom and I laughed, and she took Walt’s hand. I watched them nudging each other as they went to Walt’s car.
