Natalie's New Job

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Natalie had jut finished taking a bath and, having put on her short white silk robe, was combing her hair. Looking at her watch she came to realize that she really didn't have as much time as she thought she did and began to put on some makeup.

Mark rapped on the door. "Hey, mom, can I come in?" Hearing a mumble he opened the bathroom door. Closing it behind him he watched a few seconds at what she was doing. "What ya doing, mom?"
"I've got a job interview and I want to look my best," she answered with a smile. "What did you want anyway?" She knew he was squinting, trying to catch a glimpse under her short robe, and heard his mumbled reply. "I won't be much longer, honey."

"I like hot water, mom, not warm water. So if you don't mind, I'll
just," he didn't complete his statement and began getting undressed.
He glanced towards his mother and noticed her side glances once and awhile. He thought about waiting, standing in his underwear, until she left the bathroom to get into the tub. But, standing on her left side, he tought about flaunting himself to her and stripped off his underpants. Watching her put on lipstick he could see she wasn't the least bit interested. As he stepped into the tub he thought as he turned around. "Hey, mom," he requested her glance, "what do you
think?"

Hearing the question she turned to face him. Smiling at him she asked, "About what, Mark?"
"Shit, mom," he chuckled, "do you think I look okay?"
"Sure, sweetie," she praised, "why ask a stupid question like that?"
Realizing she hadn't once moved her eyes from his face he decided to confront her further. "Mom, do you think I have an okay body?"
She just smiled, checking him out completely, and answered, "Sure, why did you ask that?" Putting her makeup away she added, "Look Mark,
I'd like to stay and chat but I've got to get dressed."

The bathroom wasn't that big, the sink right next to the tub, and, as he washed himself, he wondered if he should attempt to touch her, probe his hands under the robe, check her out, satisfy his curiosity. He saw her open the door and realized that he would soon lose the opportunity so he decided to even his odds. "Hope you get the job."

"Thanks for the vote of confidence, hon," she replied with a smile in his direction. Having opened the door completely now she stepped through it and, hearing a stumble, rushed back in. "Be careful!"
Per his thoughts of touching her, of checking out her wares, he had stumbled on the edge of the tub as he got out. Due to her quick
thinking she had caught him before he fell. Having his arms out, to
break his fall, gave him the chance to squash them against her the round orbs beneath the robe.
Natalie caught him around the waist as he fell and, as his hands
pushed against her breasts, he fell flat against her shifting his
weight to her side. The sudden weight shift caused a hand to slip on his wet body and glance off his genitals. Straightening him up she
said, "Mark, you've got to more careful."

"Yeah," he lamented, "I know." As she turned he palmed a hand off a covered breast. Though he hadn't had the chance to probe her under the robe he was satisfied at least. He watched as she left the bathroom, watched her wiggle down the hall to her bedroom. Quickly drying himself off he wondered if he might still get the chance to see. If he hurried he might just get to watch her get dressed.
Hoping for, maybe, that chance he didn't bother to get dressed and simply girded himself with the towel. Quickly retreating he stopped by his mother's bedroom door. He was a bit surprized that she had left the door slightly open. This would give him ample opportunity to peek in on her. Her closet, which she had open, was in his field of vision as was her dresser.
He watched as she selected a dress from the closet and turned to put it on the bed. Then she turned to the dresser and, removing a pair of panties, put them on. Though a bit disappointed she didn't
take off her robe to do so he continued to watch her. Removing a bra from the drawer she tossed it on the bed.

Mark couldn't help but wonder how she'd do this. As he watched her he was delighted when he saw her toss her robe on the bed. "Turn
a bit, mom," he thought, "maybe turn around completely".

She didn't give him the chance and, clasping it, she fastened a red plaid skirt about herself and closed it with a gold pin. As she finished buttoning her blouse, he thought it best to retreat, as she approached the door. "Oh, Mark," she called him as he retreated down the hall, "don't forget dinner's in the fridge."
He turned quickly towards her, causing the towel to flap upward, allowing his mother once again to see his genitals. In watching her get dressed his penis had stiffened a bit and he was sure she could see that. He had girded the towel in such a way, unbeknownst to him, that when the towel settled down it allowed his penis to stick out.

"What is it, mom?"
"Beef stew, Mark," she replied. Seeing his exposure she casually mentioned, "Geez, Mark, we can't have this thing sticking out."
"What thing?" He couldn't help but wonder if she had been aware of his watching her getting dressed.
Pushing a finger against his exposed penis caused it to swing, caused it to stiffen even more, to almost a full erection, as she said, "You better adjust your towel a bit." 
Thinking of a chance to have a girl fondle him, something he thought would be exciting, even if it was his own mother, he remarked, "I don't know what you mean, mom."
"Oh geez, hon," she replied as she grabbed his hardening penis,
"cover up." Knowing the towel was at such an angle that wouldn't permit that she untied it. Retying it, with the open side more towards his side she glanced down at her handiwork. Seeing the tent and, due to the short width of the towel, the bottom of his balls, she said, "Let me adjust it a bit more. Afterall, you don't want your sister to see."
Mark was surprized that she didn't hesitate, quickly grabbing his penis, encircling it with her fingers, and shoving it upward under the towel. As she withdrew her hand he was surprized when it slipped past his tight balls. He realized that she had, for some reason, spread her legs apart thereby giving him a chance, if he chose, to probe an errant hand.
As her hand slipped past his balls he was surprized by her smile as she took the liberty to fondle them. Did he dare, considering her abandonment with her hand, probe the covered crotch of his mother. He knew, considering the skirt, wouldn't allow much of a feel but, at least, it would be something. "Oh, mom," he sighed at her gentle
fondling manipulation as his hand palmed against her crotch. "Oh wow," he thought, "it's nice to the touch."
She just smiled and said, "I've got to get going." As they walked down the stairs she added, "Just heat it up in the microwave." Grabbing a light coat she turned toward her daughter. "Kim, don't forget to take a bath."
"I won't, mom. And good luck."

Mark saw her smile, at both of them, as she closed the door blowing them a kiss. As he heard the car drive off he sat himself down on the couch, positioning himself against an arm of it, and drew his legs up. Hoping to get a reaction from his sister, as due to her position would allow her to see beneath the towel, he said, "Yeah, sis, don't forget to take a bath."
"Don't worry about me, you little twerp," she replied glancing over at him. She smiled at what she saw. Long had she wondered about her brother, what he looked like, and took a moment to stare.
"What you looking at?" He confronted her, knowing full well what she was looking at. He adjusted his position slightly allowing her to see a bit more.
"Nothing," she replied quickly averting her eyes. Climbing the stairs she turned, once again to face him, giving her chance to see under that towel, and said, "I'm going to take my bath. Nuke the dinner and I'll be down in a bit."

He watched her retreat up the stairs and answered, "Okay." He thought about giving her a better view and slid the towel, putting the open side in front, and adjusted it covering himself completely.
"Don't be too long, Kim."
She turned on the stair, saw how the towel as positioned, and
replied, "Just microwave the dinner. Okay?"
Knowing that she could see quite well he jumped off the couch.
"Yeah, yeah," he replied.

She watched him and, as he jumped off the couch, the towel flapped
upward allowing her a nice glimpse. However, when it came back down it fell on either side of his erect penis. Kimberly smiled as she saw his erect penis sticking out with the tight balls beneath. She
smiled at what she saw, a bit surprized that he'd allow her to see his genitals. She simply replied, "Just nuke the stew."
He was fully aware of his exposure, of her staring at it, and, deciding to give a bit of a show, put his hands on his hips. Swaying them he knew she saw his penis sway and his balls jiggle, as he said, "Well, lottie-dee-dah."

As she retreated to the confines of the bathroom he went to the kitchen. Removing the bowl from the refridgerator he hoped she wouldn't say anything about his blatant display. As he removed the
aluminum foil from it he didn't think she would. Afterall she hadn't said anything. Setting the dial for fifteen minutes he couldn't help but wonder what she'd be wearing when she came back down. 
As he thought about it he hoped she might honor him by not putting on her pajamas which she usually did. Closing the door on the microwave he hoped she might forget to put on her robe. Now that would be nice, he thought. If she did not put on her pajamas, and forget to put on her robe, then he would be able to see his sister
completely nude. It was too much to hope for though as she wouldn't be that daring. Though she might honor him, not with her robe, but just a towel.
As the microwave dinged Kimberly came into the kitchen. "Is it done yet?"

"Just," he replied, turning around. He was anxious to see what she was wearing. Would it be her pajamas, her robe, or what? He was confronted by her robe. Being that it reached just past her knees he could see her bare legs. Thinking to himself he wondered if that was all she was wearing. He decided not to push it and dished out the stew.
He had since readjusted his towel disallowing her any further
views. "Hey, this stuff ain't bad is it, sis?"

"No, it's great. Let me have some more." She passed her plate towards him.
"Get it yourself," he mumbled chewing the meat. He had put the hot bowl in the center of the table. He had positioned himself at a right angle to his sister. Considering the size of the table she would have to bend over it to get more stew.

He watched as she got up and bent herself toward the bowl. Her robe, a terrycloth one, wasn't that tightly girded and, as Kim bent
over the table the opposite lapel flap fell slightly. Considering his angle, coupled with her position directly in his field of view, he could easily see past the dropped lapel. As he ate he watched her
spoon the stew onto her plate with her left hand, the hand further away from him, and easily saw her tiny breast. He watched it jiggle
as she spooned more and more stew onto her plate. "Gee," he thought,
"they were nice. Hey, Kim," he couldn't help but consider it, "bend
over some more. Let me see more. Let me see some more leg. Maybe a
bit more." He thought about it and hoped her constant bending, her
constant movement, might even jar the robe open enough that he'd be
able to see beneath the robe, be able to see her naked crotch.
He had no such luck as she sat back down. "Hey, would you like some soda, Mark?" 
He smiled at her. "Yeah, sis, fine." He watched, carefully, as she
got up, hoping for a flap, hoping for a glimpse but his hopes were
dashed. She was formal in her movement preventing him from seeing
beneath her robe.
Opening the refridgerator she couldn't help but lament. "Are we
out of it?"
"No, Kimberly," he said in a dignified manner, "we got some. I think." He came over to her. "If we got any it's on the bottom."
She stooped. "Where smarty?" she asked looking up at him.
"Probably in the back, sis." He watched her reach towards the back. "Way in back."
Her stooping, and her reaching towards the back, caused the robe
to slip off her legs. Considering his angle, considering he was above
her, he cast his eyes downward towards her legs. "Take a little longer, sis," he thought, "let me see further up your leg. Hey sis, girls got any hair between their legs. Do you? Mind if I look closer in?"
"Got em," she called out with glee and slid herself backwards.
"Here, take one," she said as she handed a coke to him. Seeing him standing there, she wondered, "Care to help me up?"
"I guess," he replied as he bent down and grabbed her arm. He thought, as he reached down, how he should do this. If he did it just
right, not only would he be able to touch one of her little breasts, but he might be honored with a glimpse of her crotch as well.
As he grabbed her arm assisting her upwards she turned a bit towards him. His hand slipped from her arm, just as she gained her feet, palming itself, hard, against a covered breast. The robe parted slightly beneath its tie and allowed him a peek beneath. Though,
considering the lightness of her blonde hair, coupled with the dim light, he couldn't determine whether she had hair there or not. The
brief glimpse did, however, afford a nice view of a girl's thingy.
Sitting back down they finished eating. After dinner, Kim suggested, "Hey, let's be nice and do the dishes, huh?"
"Mom'd like that, Kim. Great idea," he said as he began to run
the water. "You can put them away this time."
"Yeah, okay, I guess," Kimberly mumbled, a little disgruntled at the thought.
Mark had planned it that way. He knew where the bowl went. He knew where the plates went. And he knew that Kim would have to climb up the step stool to put them away. He washed the plates first. 
Handing one to her he said, "Better dry them first, sis."
"No kidding," she laughed, "duh." Taking the plate from him she
looked around the sink area. "Hey, were's the towel?"
Mark looked where his sister was looking, where the dish towel usually was, and simply answered, "I guess it ain't there. Get another one."
She looked at him. "You mean I got to run all the way upstairs?"
"Ain't one here, Kim. Guess you'll have to."
"Somehow I knew you'd say that." Setting the plate on the counter she turned to exit. Then she had a thought and turned back to face him. "Hey, here's an idea. I can use yours. Sure save a trip."
Before he had a chance to rebuke her suggestion she grabbed the hem. 
Though he really wasn't concerned whether she saw him naked or not the sheer idea of her suggestion shocked him. The thought of exposing himself completely to her titillated him. "Sure, why not. Use it if you want."
"Thanks, Mark," she replied and pulled.
As she pulled he was surprized at where her hand was. Instead of
being on the btoom hem, where he thought it would be, she had her hand
closed on the side hem. As she pulled the towel towards her she
opened her hand glancing it quickly against his flacid penis and loose balls. "Thanks," was her only comment as she pulled the towel upward. 
Not only had his mother touched him there but now his sister had as well. This was getting to be exciting. He turned back toward the
sink and, smiling to himself, replied, "Glad I could turn you on."
Drying the dish, hearing his comment, caused her to giggle. "Yeah,
sure." She reached up and put the dish away. Returning for another
dish she thought of confronting him about his latest comment.
She grabbed his arm, spun him around, watched his genitals sway, and said, "That," she said, pointing to his genitals, "does not turn 
me on, you little twerp."
"Sorry to hear that, sis," he hastily replied. As he looked into her eyes he had a thought. "Hey, Kimberly," he pondered on the best way to say it but decided on the direct approach, and continued,
"can I see under that robe?"
Grabbing the other dish she dried it replying, "Yeah, sure, in
your dreams, you little twerp." 
Having finished the dishes Kim was kind enough to return the towel
to him. "Here, you can have this back now. Thanks for letting me use
it."
Girding himself with it he accompanied his sister into the den to
watch some television. That's what they were doing when, four hours
later, their mother returned home from her job interview.
Being it was close to midnight Natalie was peeved that the set was still on. Though she was relieved to see that they had been kind
enough to do the dishes. Removing her coat she disgusted, "Left the
TV on again. Geez, those two."
Storming into the den she was surprized to see them still up. "I
thought you'd be in bed by now. Close to midnight."
"Mom," Kim interjected, "we just wanted to know if you got it?"
Removing her high heels Natalie sat down in the overstuffed chair.
"No," she sighed, and with a tear dripping, "I didn't get it."
"Sorry, mom," Mark comforted as he patted her drooping shoulder.
"But guess what," she cried throwing up her hands, "I got another
one instead!"
She was fully aware that Mark was slightly behind her, slightly
beside her, and could easily see where Kim was sitting. Her daughter
was just in the right position. When her hands flew upwards her right hand grazed his leg, just under the towel, causing it fly upward. She knew, that in so doing, she'd allow Kimberly to see her
brother's genitals. She thought it would be a pleasant glimpse for
her.
"What job did you get, mom?" Kim asked with a smiling glance.
"Oh, it's a great one." Getting up from the chair she watched as Mark sat back down on the two cushion couch. "Mister Garvey, the boss, figured that with my looks, I'd make a great stripper."
"Mom," Kim blurted out, "you couldn't!"
"And why not? I'm pretty. The guys would love to see."
"But, mom," Kim protested.
"Oh, geez, Kimberly, don't be such a prude." Going over to the
stereo she plopped in a compact disk. Turning towards the couch, she
suggested, "Hey, I got an idea. Why not if I dance for you guys? You
can let me know what you think then."
"Mom, you really don't have too, you know," Kim rebuked.
"Oh, come on, Kim, don't be that way. Besides, then you see my act."
Mark was amused at the thought of seeing his mother in less clothes
than was wearing now, maybe even. No, that was too much for even him
to hope for. Though he decided to confront her anyway, though not that directly. "What kind of place is it, mom?"
"Well, honey, it's called a gentlemen's club and," she paused a 
moment, "and it is fully nude."
"Mom," he blurted out, "you gonna dance all the way?"
Natalie glared at him in shock at what she heard. "Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you?" She saw his grin, and added, "Not on your life,
young man." That last comment pacified Kim's fears which she had hoped it would.