I limped into the kitchen after school, it was my senior year, and I had a club foot, so sports were out for me. I was big and not bad looking, with wide shoulders and dark wavy hair, a few girls seemed to like me, but most of them were creeped out by my twisted foot, so I usually just went straight home after school. If you read my other story, you know that Mom and I had a thing going. Dad was home, but we always managed to amuse ourselves until he left for his night club gig with the band.
Mom was dressed in slacks, which was what a lot of women wore in the 50’s before jeans went big in the 60’s. She was cooking chicken stew, and I came up behind her and hugged her with my left arm while sliding my hand down over her fantastic ass. She wiggled her ass a little and I slid my hand lower, and found the seam in the crotch open! She wiggled invitingly, so I explored further–no panties. I slid two fingers up into her cunt and she whispered into my ear “You like?” I said “Damn right!” She said “Harley is working on the income taxes in the den, we can do a quick one if you want.” Then she stepped over and leaned over the sink with her ass wiggling. I didn’t need a second invitation, I whipped my cock out, slid it in through the opening, and right in. She was dripping wet. She whispered “I found that idea in one of my dirty books, and I couldn’t wait to try it out. I been thinking about this all afternoon. If Harley happens to come in, I’m going to pretend to be sick, and you will be comforting me, now give all you got!” Five minutes later, she started giving her little squeaks, and a warm flood washed over my cock. About a dozen more strokes, and I let go, too. She passed me a hand towel, and shoved another up into the open seam, and strolled up to the bathroom to clean up. I wiped off, zipped up, and went in and turned on the TV.
That evening, after Dad left for work, she was sitting with me on the couch with her blouse pulled down and a short skirt with no panties so if anyone came, she could quickly cover herself up and look normal, but she knew I loved to look at her and she loved to tease me and keep me on the edge of a boner. We were watching something on TV, maybe a game show, she was just kind of stroking the front of my pants, and she said “I was out shopping with Althea today, and we had lunch at Ben’s grille, and had a couple of drinks. Did you know she has got the hots for you?” I said “Really? How did that come about, and why are you telling me?” She said “Well, you know she has been divorced for almost a year, she hasn’t gone much of anywhere, I know she hasn’t had a good fuck in forever, and to be honest, it kind of turns me on to think of you fucking her, and I’d like to watch you do it.” My mouth hung open, but then I started getting excited. I said “I wouldn’t mind fucking her between those big tits of hers, and her ass is almost as good as yours.” She straddled me, I unbuckled my pants and slid them down, she slid on to me, then just sat there, squeezing her cunt muscles, and talking about how much fun we were going to have with Althea.
Saturday night was always Dad’s big night with the band, so Mom fixed it up that Althea would come to the house to see me. Althea, of course, didn’t know me and Mom were fucking, she just thought Mom fixed her and me up out of pity for both of us, and she was loaded for bear. She was 46, was about 5 foot four with long dark hair, kind of plump, with a nice ass and a pair of tits that came around a corner before she did.
Mom and I had rigged up a cot in the pantry, and I had cut a crack in the door so that you could lay on the cot and look through into the living room. When the doorbell rang, Mom went in there and closed the door. Althea came in the door on a wave of perfume. She had on a pair of dangly gold earrings and the tightest dress I ever saw. “Hi, Georgie, where’s Ramona?” I said “She had to go to the drugstore and get some antacid and take it to Dad so he won’t drool in his horn, she plans to stay a while and enjoy the music, probably come home with him. Can I get you a drink of something?” She said “Well, Honey, I brought something myself, and since she’s not here, would you like a little of this?” She reached in her purse and dug out a pint of peach brandy. She took a swig and passed it to me. I took a swallow and felt the warmth spread through me. She took her coat off and hung it on the back of a chair, I took it and hung it up so it didn’t block Mom’s view. I said “I can’t believe I’ve got a date with a sexy woman like you.” She grinned and said “A sexy HORNY woman like me, you mean. Ramona told me that you’re not doing too good in the girl game, so she hinted that you might not kick an old lady like me out if I asked for a kiss, was she right?” I said “Ask me and find out.” She came into my arms and we kissed and her tongue went halfway down my throat. I put both hands on her tits, and I felt one of her hands on my cock, the other was cupping my balls. I never saw a woman get out of all her clothes so fast in my life. I was still unbuckling my pants, she was completely bare-ass with those cannon-tits and a big dark bush between her legs. She reached up and ripped my t-shirt before I could get it off. My shoes were still on and my pants were around my ankles, and she gave me a shove. I landed on the sofa, on my back, and she jumped up on the sofa, squatted in front of my face and reached between her legs and spread her cunt lips. She panted “Eat some pussy, Georgie!” I dived right in. After about 3 minutes, she backed up and sat down on my cock. She came, then I came, and she turned around and we 69ed. About that time, I started hearing squeaking from the pantry, and it got louder. Finally Althea took notice of it, and said “What the hell is that noise?” I said “probably just a mouse” She got up and went over and opened the pantry door, and there was Mom with her right hand almost up to the knuckles in her cunt and puffing like a steam engine. “Damn big mouse” Althea said.
Althea looked at me, then at Mom. “Well, well, that’s how it is, huh? I wondered why Ramona has been so cheerful lately. No problem, but now you have a new family member. I think a threesome would work even better than a twosome, are you guys game?” I said “You bet!” Mom said “OK” kind of doubtfully.