Forbidden Fruit

One Step Closer

The house was just as Jason remembered. He had gotten lucky all things considered. Most single mothers could never afford a house this size. Five bedrooms, six baths, a kitchen straight of a magazine, a living room better described as a small movie theater, a dining room that allowed for a piano and space for dancing, and most recently a gym for Jason. The outside is just as nice. Large property, heated in-ground pool, top of the line hot tub, a patio with all the works. The house was beautiful and closer described as a mansion. Jason had gotten extremely lucky. His mother was a multimillionaire due to the company that she had single-handedly built. They didn't need Jason's father.

Jason's room was by his sister's, a bathroom separated the rooms. Jason could be no more happier with this. The bathroom allowed entry from both bedrooms and this would prove to be useful for what Jason had in store. His mother's bedroom was down the hall at the other end. As much as he wished she was closer, he knew it probably was best for the early stages of his plans for her to stay a good distance away, he didn't want her to stumble upon him and his sister in the future. Not until he was ready for her.

His mother had left him to unpack, while she made dinner. That was another thing. As large as this house was his mother never hired anyone. She always saw to the care of this home to herself. She refused to have help. Something that Jason always admired about his mother. No matter how rich and successful she was, she was always self-efficient.

His sister had also left Jason alone to unpack, which he was very thankful for. He had things he was not yet ready for them to see. He had a total of three bags. One of which held no clothes, but instead the equipment that he will need for this summer to go on without a hitch. He hid that bag beneath his bed once he had finished putting his clothes away. 

Jason took his time taking in his room. It was exactly how he left it a year ago. It made Jason feel even more at home to see his old laptop sitting at his desk, his games filling every space in the bookcase. His focus was mostly on his dresser. It had many picture frames resting on the top. Jason picked up the first one, smiling as he saw it. It was taken when Jason had only been five years old. His mother brought them to the beach. Jason was dressed in little swim shorts, while his four-year-old sister had on a one-piece that was bright pink with little flowers on the straps. The two were sitting in the sand, making what they thought was the best sandcastle ever. Their mom had been declared queen that day. The memory made Jason smile. It had been a good day.

His mom always took care of them. After their dad left she really stepped in. She had to. She raised them single-handedly, she refused to let some other woman look after them. That was when she started working from home permanently. All of Jason's life his mother looked after him. Protected him, cared for him, loved him. Jason wanted to do that for his mom. He wanted to be the one to look after her this time. To protect her and keep her safe. To care for her whenever she was sick or upset. To love her and make her feel loved. But more importantly, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to tell her that he thought she was beautiful. That he thought she was brilliant. That he thought she was perfect, sexy, amazing. He wanted to tell her that she was his whole world because his father never said those things. She needed to hear them and Jason wanted to be the one to tell her.

"Hey, Jay, are you done? Dinner's ready." Jason looks away from the photo and towards the doorway where Hazel stood. She had changed into her pjs. Most days Hazel only ever wore pajamas. She hated having to dress up and look pretty. She'd much rather walk around comfortable than pretty, but Jason always thought she was pretty. It seemed her pjs changed since he's been gone. She used to wear baggy sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts, but now she was dressed in a pair of very short silk shorts that were a peachy pink, which only made Jason think about what other peachy pink area that Hazel has. The top matched the shorts, silk and pink. The straps were flimsy, maybe too big because they kept slipping off her shoulders, and it cupped her large breasts and pushed them closer together causing Jason to get a nice good view of them. Damn she was gorgeous.