Phase II.III- Together

Exhausted, Ange dumped the bags from Levin's, and dropped onto the bed headfirst.

She had spent the day shopping at the store, with Sita judging each outfit. Eventually, they got some in her size. They also got some accessories to go with the outfits. Pearl necklaces, brooches, belts, sweaters, lingerie.

It had been a pretty big bill, but.... Ange kinda liked it. She liked the feeling of getting the clothes and showing herself off. Even though she was back to the corduroy suit, she still felt satisfied with her purchases.

Ange and Sita then returned back to the latter's house just in time for Debbie's tea time. They talked about the outfits, and Debbie gave her own recommendations, trying to give the most appealing look.

Ange glances at her closet, and the empty hangers bar one with her signature black suit. She had given all of her suits to Ben, who had been wearing them with ease. In fact, he had been pulling them off better than she ever had. He looked... authoritative in them. Like a leader, at least in the home. Masculine, in charge.

In spite of her fatigue, she got up and peaked over at Ben's room. He sat in Ange's tan suit, hunched over a laptop, typing on some godforsaken spreadsheet. She looked over: the bed was unmade, there were coke bottles and cans and coffee cups and all sorts of trash all over.

Ange just couldn't keep quiet anymore.

"What?"

Ben let a little bit of farfelli fall from his mouth as he watched his mother.

"I'm thinkin' we could turn your room into a pure office, and have you move into the master bedroom to sleep."

"But, why? I'm doing my job, and you and I can have some space between us."

"Babe, we've had a lot of 'space' already. That's why we moved here." Ange breathed in. "We need to be closer, not further, and this is a good way to do it."

"I think we've been getting close since we've gotten here, and it's obvious" Ben scrutinized her a little. She looked more concerned than what her explanation implied. "There's something else."

Ange laughed a little. "You got my and your pop's detective skills there. Yeah, I'll confess: I watched a lot of guys on the **** just destroy their lives, because they couldn't handle a work-life separation. They would just bring their work home, they'd ignore their partners, their kids. They'd just become obsessed over their work, every bit of it, and sometimes..." Ange choked, thinking of some of her colleagues who really couldn't escape that cycle.

Ben reached over. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Hey, kid, it's fine. I just don't want you to end up like that. I almost ended up like that, and I don't want us, either of us to end up that way."

"And we won't," Ben immediately comforted Ange, "I'll do it. I don't want you to worry, Angel...Ange."

"Thanks baby." Ange and Ben got up and kissed.

"When should we start?"

"How about... tomorrow?"

Another kiss. "Great", Ben held his mother tight.

Ange, in her black bra and high waist shorts tried to block her son, wearing another Knicks shirt as he dribbled, trying to get pass her.

Ben tried to shoot, but Ange slapped the ball down. Ben got it back, and stood bent across from his mother.

The score was 2-2, and Ben had one last chance to overcome his mother. He decided to take a chance. He turned around, and moved back as Ange tried to get the ball. He made a sudden turn, and rushed past her.

Ange seemed to have the opportunity to take the ball, but something inside her let him go instead. He took the opportunity to dunk the ball.

"Woah! I did it. I actually did it!" Ben was pumped.

"Yeah, baby, you did it." Ange was tired, sweating, but strangely proud of her boy.

"And you remember our deal?"

"Yeah, I do. Alright, lay it on me. What do you want me to do? Clean your suits, your office?"

Ben thought for a moment about a particular fantasy he had for a while, but decided to tone it down a little.

"Alright, next game, you stand on the sidelines, and you cheer me on."

"That's it?" Ange laughed, "Less work for me? Babe, you spoil me." Ange gave a quick peck on the lips.

"I just want to relish some victory, tis all." Ben laughed off.

The two headed back to the gym, and Ange was the first in the shower. As was the case for almost every other day, Ben took glances at Ange in the shower, especially her big, firm breasts atop her sculpted body and tough legs.

However, this time, Ange briefly opened her eyes, and saw Ben looking at her.

Ben retreated immediately, though Ange just stood in shock.

Was he.... was he looking at me?

Ange stood in silence, trying to wrap her head around it. Her own son was looking at her, and not a curious glance. From the brief second, she could see he had been doing it for a while.

Ange would've been pissed or confused, except that she herself had done the same to him. They had been looking at each other, and not in an innocuous way.

Ange realized that with him stuck at home, he had no real romantic or sexual life. He couldn't date any colleagues. Thus, Ange reasoned, he was slowly going for the only woman that was around.

Again, Ange might've been stunned by this, but... since Tim died, Ben had become the only man in her life, and she was feeling something for him, something no mother should feel for her son, but she felt it.

Ange quickly finished up the shower, and came out in a towel, not looking at her son, who scurried into the bathroom without a word.

Ben and Ange didn't talk during breakfast or lunch, feeling slightly embarrassed about the entire morning affair.

However, with Ange's proposal the prior night, eventually, the subject had to be broached, however small.

"Hey, mom," Ben was looking down in his black-and-green suit. "Maybe we ought to delay my moving into the master bedroom.

"Look, Ben..." Ange twirled her spaghetti in her black-and-white suit. Her make-up still looked good, especially her red lipstick

"I feel maybe we're moving too fast..."

"Babe, it's now or never. I'm not going to put this off."

"I know, it's just..."

"Babe," Ange came over and put her hands on his shoulders, "It's fine. I ain't worried about anything. I just want you to be happy, right? You have to do this."

"Okay." Ben still wasn't sure, but needed to stay strong for his mother.

Eventually, the two retired upstairs. Ben grabbed some stuff, mainly his pillow, pajamas and some books and comics, and steadily approached the master bedroom, and opened the door.

"Hey, baby"

Ben dropped his things at the sight before him, stunned.

Ange sat on the bed, wearing a cupless corset, black fishnet stockings, and a garter belt. The cupless corset showed off her breasts again to him, big with large nipples. This time, however, they were on full display, with Ange's arms even positioned on her knees to emphasize them.

"Babe," Ange let out with a smile. "What happened this morning, we can't just be embarrassed about it. We do have to acknowledge each others bodies, and I thought this outfit would help with that."

Ange just looked and smiled at Ben, who was still stunned.