To introduce the characters, my name is Brian and I was in my early 20s. I was 5’11”, 165 pounds, trim rather than muscular, and blond. And for those to whom it matters, I had an average sized cock – about 6 inches, well below apparently the Literotica standard.
My father had left us when I was a kid so I lived with my mother Stella, in her mid-40s. Of Swedish descent, she was also trim, with small hips and decent sized but slightly droopy breasts. On a good day she resembled Helen Hunt. While I knew she was attractive, having sex with her was in no way an obsession. Here is our story.
“Brian, for a few weeks now I’ve been wrestling with how to tell you this and since I couldn’t find the right way, I’m just going to tell you.”
I looked up, startled, expecting something awful. Cancer? Job loss? A move to somewhere far from my friends?
“I’m going to start going out with someone.”
No big deal I was thinking. The disruption to our routines, especially mine, would be bothersome but I suppose I knew the day would come and besides, in a few years I’d be finished college and setting out on my own.
“Great Mom. Who’s the lucky guy?”
“That’s what’s so difficult Bri. It’s not a guy.”
Startled again. I’d had no inkling she leaned that way.
“You mean, with a woman?” Duh. But that was all I could come up with.
“Well, yes. It’s someone from the office who I started working with a couple of months ago. Do you want to hear about it?”
“Sure.” That came out a bit too enthusiastically. While I sometimes fantasized about my mother, every time I jerked off to her, I’d feel regret after I’d come. But the thought of her with another woman was new and intriguing territory.
“Her name is Valeri and she was born in Hungary. As I said she started working at my place a couple of months ago. I took her under my wing and got to know her a bit. She started off shy but she certainly has a flirtatious, vivacious side. A couple of weeks after she started we had an office happy hour. Two drinks into it the others began to leave and eventually there was just us. I asked if she were married or had a boyfriend and while at first she didn’t directly answer, she finally confessed she was more attracted to girls, or women, as she corrected herself.”
“I was a little surprised but curious to hear more. You see Brian, before I met your father I played both sides of the field.”
Wow! This was news. I started imagining her eating out some girl’s pussy, or even better, some cutie eating out hers. This focus on my mother’s pussy started getting me aroused.
“Geez Mom, you never mentioned that before.”
“Well hardly. Mothers don’t usually share their pre-marital sex lives with their sons. Anyway, she’s not completely lesbian but that’s her main preference. You’ve heard about the Kinsey scale?”
I nodded, but hoped this wasn’t going to lead to a quiz.
“So 6 means you’re completely homosexual or lesbian with no interest in the opposite sex. Zero means you’re completely hetero. Three means you’re perfectly bi. So I’d say that Valeri is a 5. I’m a 2 which means I prefer men but sometimes enjoy women. What about you?”
“Zero I guess. Thanks Kinsey.”
“I told her of my university dalliances including a hot romance with my freshman roommate. She said I was very sweet to have confided in her and that she could see why any woman would find me attractive. We flirted a bit more and then called it a night. But since then the flirting has escalated and last week she asked me out for dinner. I asked if this meant what I think it meant and she said yes. I told her I was tempted but that I’d have to think about it. Which I have. I realized I’m attracted to her and she’s fun to be with. Plus, to my eyes she’s kind of exotic. Sexy too. She’s only 30 with olive skin, dashing brown eyes and curvy hips. And her ass, oh my.”
I was wide-eyed. I was plenty curious to meet Valeri but I was also regarding my mother as more of a sexual being than I’d ever imagined.
“So when do you start dating?”
“I told her Friday so long as our talk went well. Did it?”
“Well, I’m still digesting that you’ve been with girls, but Valeri sounds nice. And you haven’t dated anyone since Dad left. So I say Go For It!”
“Thanks Bri. You don’t know how much I appreciate your maturity. And Bri…” Even though were sitting on the sofa, she looked up.
“Yes…” What was coming next?
“If it goes well, would you be upset if she spends the night here?”
“Where would she sleep?” The words were out of my mouth before the stupidity of the question registered. Fortunately my mother didn’t answer. At least not in words. But that look of sympathy mixed with pity topped with confoundment spoke plenty.
Part 2 – Valeri
Friday. Date night. Mom was giddy and changed her outfit three times before settling on a stylish silk blouse and a sharp black skirt. She looked damn good and I told her so.
“Good enough to eat?” She giggled and before I could unwrap my tongue, continued “Rhetorical question honey. No need to answer that.”
She went out and I took off to hang out with my friends. Normally we’d make quite a late night of it but my mind was elsewhere. I was dying to know how the date was going and whether Valeri would be spending the night. I didn’t feel comfortable mentioning it to the guys and pleaded fatigue around midnight. When I got home I saw mom’s car in the driveway. On entering, no sounds at first but then I heard voices. The bathroom was beside my mom’s room while mine was well down the hall. I had half a mind to try to listen (not easy from my bedroom) but decided against it. Still slightly squeamish about that kind of intimacy with my mother. So I put on the headphones, cranked up some Clash and conked out.
I was awakened by my mother.
“Brian, I need one of your T-shirts.”
“Whaa?” I was groggy and the request didn’t make much sense. My mother was in a thin baby doll and was looking very good. She looked earnest but there was a glow to her I hadn’t seen before.
“Valeri spent the night. She didn’t bring anything to wear for the morning and doesn’t want to get into last night’s dress.”
That snapped me awake though I still felt dodgy. “Sure”, and waved in the general direction of my clothes chest. She got something out and departed.
I wanted to get up as curiosity about Valeri was killing me. Mom too looked fetching in her baby doll. But I thought I should give them some time as obviously Valeri needed to get dressed. I drifted off, got up with a start about 45 minutes later and took a shower. Mom’s bedroom door was open and no one was inside so they must be in the kitchen. I put on a pair of boxers and T-shirt and made my way there.