Chapter 6
Jake's life was settling into a pleasant routine. He worked, worked out, acted as a willing experimental subject for his sisters' emerging sexuality, kept Sara's slave girl fantasy going, and spent time with Cindy.
He also spent a lot of time thinking. TV held little interest for him now, so each evening after some quality time with the parents; he sequestered himself in his room. He started buying the Wall Street Journal each day and spent some time each evening reading it. He also sat at his desk and jotted down ideas for his dad's business. He converted his notes to an outline. He refined the outline and, with his sisters' help, prepared a presentation. His parents worried at first that he was reverting back to his loner, loser days, but one or both of his sisters were constantly in and out of his room, so they stopped worrying. His sisters had inherited their mother's intelligence and quickly grasped the ideas he was formulating; before long they were actively adding to his plan.
Jake thought that if every guy had workout partners like Debbie and Angie there would be a fitness revolution. Angie now matched him stride for stride on their runs. She was a natural and the practice made her better. They were now doing six miles in less than forty minutes. Cool-downs with Angie were an adventure. She had lost most of her self-conscious modesty and seemed to enjoy pulling off her top for Jake to check for nonexistent chaffing. At least once a week she would shed her bra so Jake could check closer. Her thank you kisses were extraordinary. Angie clearly loved Jake's style of training.
Debbie was getting toned and firm. The small amount of baby fat she had was rapidly being replaced by muscle. She loved the definition her abs were developing and was thrilled that the muscles under and around her breasts made them stand high and firm on her chest. She actually had to go to a larger bra size. Debbie's thank you kisses were hot and horny. She considered it her duty to insure Jake had a hard on after every workout. She made a change to his inspection of her body's progress, however. Claiming that her workout undies and the garage light didn't show the results correctly, she started to come to his room once a week in her best lingerie so he could properly assess her progress. The assessments were sometimes quite thorough and time consuming.
Because he needed a sparing partner, Jake started teaching Debbie and Angie how to fight. A word to his father made gloves, a speed bag, and a heavy bag appear. Jake bought them jump-ropes. They started training at 6:00 am and Jake tried to end workouts with twenty to thirty minutes of hand-to-hand combat. He borrowed from boxing, wrestling, and the martial arts. His former life had included a few years of both jujitsu and karate instruction. He had boxed in unit competitions while assigned to the 82nd Airborne Division and had taught unarmed combat at the Special Warfare School. Jake's theory on fighting style was simple; know enough so that you could do whatever it took to win, never give your opponent a fair chance, and any weapon was preferable to bare hands. He was gratified and a little frightened at how his sisters adopted his philosophy with a vengeance. To paraphrase a popular icon from the mid-portion of his former life "Pity the fool that pisses them off". Little did Jake know that one day his bloodthirsty Amazon Warriors would save his sorry ass.
Jake saw Sara at least twice a week. When they could, they had sex, when they couldn't, they hung out. Sara had turned into an amazingly erotic woman. She liked everything Jake did to or for her. She got especially hot and bothered when he took liberties or paraded her submissiveness where there was a chance of getting caught or seen by strangers. Sara told Jake that her Aunt Liz wanted to see him to apologize for her behavior. Jake explained that he didn't think Liz had anything to apologize for, so one was not needed. He declined her invitation to the club and told Sara to ask for a rain check. Jake told Sara that the haughty Liz would look good with her face in Sara's pussy while he took her doggie style. Sara almost came from him whispering that to her while he was touching her ass in the Winn-Dixie produce aisle. Sara knew she was going to be with another woman sooner or later, Jake had made that crystal clear. She had slowly warmed up to the idea of at least trying it; after all, everything else Jake had her do was a fantastic experience.
Of course, Jake took Sara to Jody's station at the Steak and Shake. Jody skated up to the driver's side of the custom-painted Chevelle. She immediately recognized Jake.
"Nice car, lover boy," she said.
Jake thanked her and ordered for him and Sara. When Jody skated off to the order window Jake explained the game that his sisters ran on Jody when he came there with them. Sara laughed at their antics.
"Your sisters are a tough act to follow," she said. "Let's see if I can uphold your reputation."
When Jody skated back with their order, Sara was sitting facing Jake. He was nonchalantly resting his hand just above Sara's knee. Just as Jody got to Jake's door to hang the tray, Sara pulled up her dress to mid thigh and pushed Jake's hand under it. Jody watched big-eyed as Jake removed his hand and paid her. Jody moved to where her coworkers were gathered and said something to them while nodding her head in the Chevelle's direction. As soon as she saw four pairs of eyes swivel in their direction, Sara gave Jake a scorching kiss. Jake saw the direction the game was taking and decided to make everyone's day. He slid his hand up and cupped Sara full breast then casually unbuttoned the top three fasteners on her dress, displaying a lacy white bra and a lot of cleavage. When Jody returned for the tray Sara's dress was unbuttoned nearly to the waist and rucked up almost to her naked little pussy.
Jody looked at the very obviously aroused Sara then at Jake and said, "You are the devil; so when do I get my turn?"
Jake's relationship with Cindy kept blossoming. He visited her a least once during the week and every Sunday. Cindy's parents had grown to like Jake and his family. Although Cindy wouldn't be able to date until her sixteenth birthday, her parents allowed the young couple a lot of undisturbed time together. Jake could wait until September when she turned sixteen to actually go on a date, as long as he could at least see her. For her part, Cindy was lavish in dispensing him kisses and loved to mold her body to his.
By the end of June Jake had completed his plan. Wednesday he asked his dad if they could sit and talk a while because he had some ideas about the furniture store. Charles Turner told Jake that Helen had to be involved in any business discussion. Jake was relieved that his father seemed to be taking him seriously. Jake asked if his sisters could also join them. It turned into a highly significant family meeting.
Jake took out his presentation materials and explained his concept. Jake's basic idea was to increase the size of the store and add appliances to their inventory. He introduced them to the super store concept so prevalent in the later part of his former life. Basically he saw Turner Furniture becoming the Home Depot of home furnishing. Everyone was excited and ideas were bandied about. Charles agreed that it was a good plan and he had had a renovation already in the works.
"The biggest obstacle to doing what you suggest is money, of course. How much do you figure this will cost?" Charles asked.
"You asked the hardest question first," said Jake. "I figure around $250,000 for the physical improvements plus you'll need a line of credit for the same amount to be able to order large quantities of furniture and appliances."
"That's a lot of money, if we have a line of credit why not pay for the furniture and appliances up front?
Jake figured his father knew the answer already and was seeing if his son knew what he was talking about.
"If we pay up front, we pay interest on the money; if we use a line of credit to back us we can request terms of net in thirty days and pay for items after we sell them. We could also negotiate a discount if we can pay in ten days," Jake replied.
His father nodded, "Now all we need is for someone to loan us a half million dollars."
"I have at least half of that, " Helen Turner interjected.
Jake and his sisters looked at her in disbelief.
"That's your inheritance; you might need it for you and the kids in the future." Charles said.
"This is our future, Charles, so I want to invest in it," Helen said in The Voice that brooked no argument.
"Yes dear," said dad.
Jake said he needed to make a phone call and phoned Jack Sorenson. After exchanging pleasantries, Jake asked Jack about secured loans and if a bank account could secure a line of credit larger than the account. Jack said it was possible, especially if some other form of collateral was also used. Jake thanked Sorenson and sat back down.
"Why not use Mom's money to secure the line of credit and buy a $500, 000 term life insurance policy in case something happened?" he suggested.
All agreed that it was a sound plan. The business model for the Turner Furniture and Appliance Super Store, a model that dominated retail business for two decades, was created in one evening around the kitchen table.
At 11:30 that night Jake wandered into the kitchen in his pajama bottoms. The excitement of the evening had him too keyed-up to sleep. Jake poured himself a glass of milk and snagged a few Oreos from the cookie jar. He was facing the counter when she spoke.
"What's the matter Jacob, honey, can't sleep?"
Jake spun around so fast milk sloshed down his chest. Helen was sitting in the nook drinking a glass of juice. She was wearing a white floor-length negligee trimmed in lace. Her long luxurious black mane was draped over both shoulders.
"Jesus, Mom, you scared the crap out of me!" Jake exclaimed.
Jake sat at the table with his milk while Helen grabbed a napkin and wiped the milk off his chest.
"Sorry sweetie", she apologized, "you are getting huge; do you think all that exercise is good for you?"
"I know its good for me, I feel better every day. Besides, it keeps me out of other stuff." Jake replied.
Helen stood up and grabbed his glass, "Let me get you some more milk; it's the least I can do for frightening you."
She walked to the refrigerator and pulled open the door. The fridge light made her gown translucent, Jake could see her pendulous breasts; they were the size of large grape fruits and only sagged a little. When she bent over, he could see she was naked beneath the diaphanous silk. She hauled out the milk and filled his glass. She pushed her hair out of her face and brought the milk to him.
"Mom, you are absolutely beautiful," he said. "You dress so conservatively I never noticed how curvy you are."
"Thank you, baby, but I've put on a few pounds lately; maybe I ought to work out with you also. Then again, I can't run like you and Angela and I don't know if I can meet your grooming standards for lifting weights," Helen said.
"Grooming standards?" he asked, perplexed.
"Yes when I asked Deborah what happened to her pubic hair, she said it bothered you by sticking out of her shorts," she said.
"Well I guess I could make an exception in you case," Jake replied.
"Well if I joined you, I would live by your rules; but don't think I'm ready for all that hard work." She laughingly responded.
"Well, the offer is open; if it would embarrass you to work out with Debbie, we could make up a separate training routine for you."
Helen said, "I'll think about it." She said then continued on a different tack, "Jacob, I was feeling guilty that I liked you so much better now than I did before you overdosed. I don't feel guilty any more. I've always loved you and now that I like you, I love you even more."
Then she leaned over and kissed him warmly on the lips. She held the kiss much longer than normal; all the while her breasts lay on his arm.
"I liked that," Jake said.
"Keep being so good and you'll get more and better," she promised.
Just as she reached the doorway, Jake spoke.
"Mom I like the way you look now, will you loosen up the wardrobe a little for me?"
She gave him a big smile and said, "I'll think about that also."
Jake had second thoughts about his boldness with Helen. His relationship with the Turner women was confusing. His body was, without question, physically related to them; but mentally they were just three beautiful women, or woman and near-women anyway. If he had no history with them before he woke up, how could it be wrong to have a sexual relationship with them? With his sisters it was all pretty innocent; he reasoned they were just curious and it was much better for him to guide them rather than them learning the hard way with other guys. With Helen, it was a different story, he was in lust with her. Yet he had Charles to think about also. The guy was a class act and Jake didn't feel exactly right putting the moves on the guy's wife.
"Oh well", he thought, "it will work itself out".
Thursday night was Charles' monthly Chamber of Commerce meeting. Tonight he was especially looking forward to it because he was going to start lining up support for his store's expansion. He buzzed out the door at 6:30 pm. Angie and Debbie were at a sleep-over for one of their friend's birthday. Jake was fresh from the shower when his mom knocked on his door. Jake let her in.
"Jacob, will you take me to the Steak and Shake? I hear it's fun to go there with you," Helen asked sweetly.
"This is coming out of left field," he thought. Aloud he said, "Well I like to tease this carhop working there. It might not work with my mom."
"Your sisters said they pretended to be your dates; am I to old to be considered dating material?"
Jake had to laugh at that one. "Do you three talk about everything? And, no, you are not to old; you could walk in there and leave with any guy you picked."
"Thank you sweetie, and, yes, we talk pretty openly," she answered.
"Okay, it's a date. But don't forget I warned you," he stated.
"I'll be ready at 7:30; bring the car around and pick me up properly."
Helen left his room. Jake read the Wall Street Journal for a half hour and got dressed. He put the top down on the Mustang and pulled up to the door promptly at 7:30. He rang the bell and did a double take when Helen opened the door. She looked incredible and young. She had used Sara's make up trick and looked like a coed, with an above the knee skirt, pink button-up sweater, and sandals.
"Wow!" was all Jake could say.
"Glad you like it, now take me out and feed me," said a grinning Helen.
Jake pulled the Mustang into Jody's section of the drive in. And Jody skated over.
"Hello, lover boy, I see you have a different car and different girl tonight," Jody said.
"Different car -- but he's with a woman tonight," Helen quipped.
Astonished by her remark, Jake turned to look at Helen. Her skirt had ridden up her legs and somehow two buttons had come loose on her sweater. Creamy thighs and cleavage were delectably displayed. Jake shook his head in wonder. When he returned his eyes back to Jody, she was looking at the same places he was.
Jody saw that she'd been caught looking and quickly took their order. At the carhop window, Jody was again pointing out Jake to her compatriots. Helen was leaning back in her seat and lazily twiddling the hair on the back of Jake's head. She had not bother to pull down her skirt and the way she was sitting thrust out her chest. Jake was mesmerized by her sexiness.
"Am I doing this right?" she asked.
"Perfect", Jake said, "you are so beautiful and sexy as hell tonight. This has got to make my reputation sky rocket."
Helen cooed, "I think you just earned another kiss, mister."
When Jody brought their food, she again took the opportunity to check out Helen. Helen caught her looking and tossed her head slightly, causing her thick mane to resettle on her shoulders. A tendril fell between her breasts and she moved it with her long red nails, then dropped her hand on Jake's knee. The usually efficient and graceful Jody fumbled with the tray before finally getting it in place.
"My name is Jake, not lover boy, what kind of car do YOU have?"
Jody arched her eyebrows and said, "One that's probably not fast enough for you."
She skated away to Helen's melodic laughter.
When Jody took the tray and her money, she slipped a piece of paper into Jake's hand. As he pulled out of the drive-in, Jake handed the note to his mom.
"It's her phone number and her schedule," Helen said.
Jake pocketed the note and they drove home. Jake walked her to the door, his arm around her shoulder.
Keeping in character, he said, "Thank you for a wonderful evening, I hope you'll go out with me again."
"If you can fit me in, I'd like that."
Then she put her arms around his neck, kissed him briefly, and
pulled her head back to look into his eyes. He put his hands around her
waist and pulled her to him. This time the kiss was neither light nor
brief. Finally, Helen pushed him away and slipped into the house. Jake
returned her car to its parking place and went upstairs to choke his
chicken.