Son for Hire: Chapter 72 (Patreon)

Evelyn is soon ready.  She slips on some shoes, a pair of sunglasses, a wide brimmed sun hat, grabs her handbag, locks the front door and we are off.  Kitty and I continue to walk close together like the perfect couple we were supposed to be with Evelyn walking along beside us, on my side of course.  We both wanted to hold hands though we knew we couldn’t out here.  At the end of the driveway Evelyn takes the lead.  We take a left around the high hedge that gave their property such great privacy and start down the sidewalk.  Right away she begins pointing things out and telling us about the locals.

Two doors down she nods at the lavish pillared mansion.  “And Victor and Valerie Baker live here.”

“Oh, I met Valerie yesterday.”  Kit says.  “She welcomed us to the neighborhood…and snooped a bit.”

“I’m not surprised.”  Evelyn chuckles.  “Val is something of the neighborhood gossip.  Be careful what you say around her.”

“I got that sense.”  Kitty replies.  “No worries.  I stuck to the story.”

“Good.  Half the neighborhood ladies will know it by now.”  Evelyn says.  “You’re halfway established already.”

We carry on strolling at the most leisurely pace.  I’d of course seen the neighborhood a number of times by car but this was the first time I’d slowed to really take it all in.  It really was a paradise on Earth.  Clean, lots of space, gleaming new luxury vehicles, huge palatial homes, and so wonderfully quiet and peaceful.  The immaculately manicured lawns and gardens were every bit as lovely close up as they were speeding by.  And so they should be.  It seemed like every third or fourth lawn had a maintenance person or two trimming hedges, plucking weeds, dead-heading roses, and just generally keeping up the aesthetics of this swank area.  Despite being some of the only people that we saw these yard workers were as good as invisible to Evelyn as she walked and talked and pointed things out.  She wasn’t going out of her way to be snobby but for her they were as much a part of the landscape as the bushes and trees.  Not a word was spoken about it but at my side I could sense my sister begin to prickle at the benign unconscious elitism.  To her credit she doesn’t say anything snide, instead she simply makes sure to give friendly nods and hellos to the workers.  The younger guys in particular are only too happy to greet her back again.

After a couple of blocks we take a right along one of the main roads of the area though the traffic along it is light by city standards.  Up ahead we see a small commercial area consisting of quaint boutique businesses serving the upscale needs of this wealthy neighborhood.  For a single block the squat single story brick buildings lined the street on both sides.  There was a chiropractor, a fancy French style bakery, an English style pub, a sushi restaurant, a posh wine store, a bookstore, a flower shop, and the cafe Evelyn had told us about earlier.  None of the shops represented one of the big familiar chains, every one of them were independently owned and bespoke for this particular neighborhood, and there was nothing so banal or practical as a gas station or grocery store.  

Kitty is understandably blown away by it all.  Although technically in the same metropolitan area as where we grew up this truly was a world apart.  For me we could have been walking through a desert for all I noticed, all I cared about was Evelyn.  She looked so sexy and milfy in that hat and sunglasses, and the warm natural morning light only made her more radiant.  The way she kept stealing glances my way I could tell she was having similar feelings about me.  It was so great to be out with her and yet it was also torture as we could not touch or show inappropriate affection.  Sure we were horny for each other, as always, but it was so much more than that.  If I didn’t do something soon to tell her how much I loved her I felt I might just shrivel up and die.  When my sister peels off to go gawk at some classic car which, evidently, was super rare I seize my opportunity.

The moment Kit is out of earshot I turn to my fire haired Domme.  She turns to face me as if expecting me to do or say something special.  I do my best.

“Mommy.” I whisper just loud enough for only her to hear it, very subtly lowering my head in a show of submission.

Her smile nourishes my heart.  “Yes baby?”

I point down the street to the cafe.  “Can I get a treat please?”

She beams with joy, a little teary glimmer actually appearing at the corners of her eyes, and she visibly has to contain herself from touching me.  “My dear sweet boy.”  She sighs.  “A treat?”

I nod and touch my belly.  “I’m hungry.”

She looks at me with gentle firmness.  “Did you forget to eat breakfast Donald?”

“Yeah.”  I confess.

“You silly boy.”  She laughs.  “I should have made sure before we left the house.  That’s on me.”  She says with loving conviction.  “Of course.  Of course you can get something.  I will not have my boy hungry.”

“Can I get a drink too?”

“Anything.  Anything my boy wants.”  She swears to me as if on a bible.  “Mommy will get you anything you want baby.”

I give her a bashful grin and bat my eyes.  “Thank you for taking care of me Mom.”

“God damn it baby…mmm.  You know what that does to me.”  She lets out a huff and fans her shirt.  “I’m gonna make you cum soooo hard for me today.”

I liked the sound of that!  Giggling happily I say.  “Thank you.”

Reaching out she brushes my hand with the back of her fingers.  She wanted so badly to hold it.  I wanted so badly for it to be held.  But the eyes of the world were on us out here.

“Kitty.”  Evelyn calls with motherly authority.  “We’re going to the cafe.”

“Huh?”  Kit looks over to us then hurries to catch up as we were already on our way.  “Hey, you guys see that whip?  I dunno what it is but damn that’s hot.  You should have seen the inside.”

Evelyn glances back over her shoulder.  “I think it’s an old Jag of some sort.  Alan would know.”

“Geez, what’s the hurry.”  Kit says as she hustles up beside us.

“Donald is hungry.”  Evelyn answers, her eyes focused on the cafe.  She was now a Mommy on a mission.

I look over to Kit with a bratty grin and she quickly puts two and two together that this was a thing between us.  She rolls her eyes but bites her tongue yet again.  As we go we discover that just behind the line of businesses was a vast green park with paths and benches and little copses of trees, it even had a duck pond in the center.  Even the public green spaces here put the ones from our old neighborhood to shame.

I open the heavy wooden windowed door for the ladies and get a very approving look from Evelyn as she accepts the gentlemanly gesture and enters first.  Just based on the interior I would have sworn we’d just stepped in off of the streets of Paris.  The whole place oozed with a manufactured old world charm.  A hardwood floor creaked beneath our feet and all of the lacquered tables and chairs had a simulated patina of age worn class about them.  The brightly lit space had big windows both front and back, the rear leading out to a patio that overlooked the park beyond.

At odds with the quiet streets we’d walked through we find the cafe bustling.  Nearly every table was occupied with well groomed people in top brand styles.  Looking around at the gray hairs and face lifts, if this was a fair cross-section of the area, Evelyn and Alan were actually on the younger side of the population.

“Oh!  Julie and Gregory are here.”  Evelyn says as she waves to a group at one of the far tables.  The couple along with another they were sitting with smile and wave back.  “I’ll have to introduce you guys.”  She looks over at me with a proud twinkle to her eyes.  “I’ve been dying to show you off.”

Kit takes my arm and snugs up tight beside me.  “We’re ready.”

“First thing’s first.”  She says.  “My boy…”  She catches herself as she glances left and right at the nearer tables of people.  “Donald is hungry.  Come along my dears.  Breakfast is on me.”

“Yes Ma’am.”  I say as Kit also says it just a half a syllable behind as a tease.  We look at each other and chuckle.  Falling in behind Evelyn’s swaying butt and swishing skirt we go to the counter to make our order.

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