"Uh, hi Helen," was all I could manage to say, "Um, I ah, was just heading home." I felt really lame, I didn't know how Helen was going to feel about what had just happened between her daughter and I, and I was also positive that I smelled.
Helen looked stunning, as always. Her fawn colored hair was teased, and fell passed her shoulders. Every hair was perfectly in place. Her make up highlighted her high cheekbones and her lips were dark burgundy. Her starched blouse was the same color as the lipstick and both her fingernails and toenails matched the blouse. She wore a very short, beige skirt that fit her soft round butt like a second skin. She carried a matching jacket over her arm and held her purse and car keys in the other. Helen moved like a gentle stream flowed. This is a graceful woman. I gotta quit thinking like this, my hormones are going to embarrass me.
She stepped across to the center island and hung her jacket on the back of a bar stool and pulled the next one out. She sat her purse on the counter top and her keys next to it. She reached out and touched my forearm with her fingernail and said, "Why don't be a dear, and pour us a nice glass of wine and come sit with me for a few minutes, before you run away." "Um, sure Helen." I stammered, "What kind of wine would you like?" My arm ached from her touch, and I was nervous. Karen was asleep in her room lying in a pool of our fresh cum, and I smelled like pussy, and her mother wanted me to sit and drink wine with her. What next?
I found two long stemmed wine glasses, located a fresh bottle of Merlot, got the cork screw from the drawer by the sink, and returned to the center island bar. Helen had slid up on the stool and her skirt rode high on her hips revealing the lacy tops of her suntan stockings. Her hose was the real shiny kind that shimmered as she moved. I could also see the garter straps and fasteners that held her stockings up. My hands were trembling as I fumbled with the corkscrew and it took a little extra time to pour the wine. I made a mental note that the wine was the same color as her lips when she took the first sip. "Sit next to me Hon," she cooed, "lets chat for a minute." I didn't feel much like conversation at the moment, I was getting a damp spot on the front of my shorts, partially from recently fucking Karen and now I was sure pre-cum from seeing Helens marvelous thighs.
The only other stool at the island was the one that held her jacket. She turned on her stool. And moved her jacket to the counter top. As she turned, she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. Her nylons made that smooth hissing sound as she did that and her skirt rode up even higher on her thighs. She pulled a pack of cigarettes from her purse along with a gold lighter. She pulled out a smoke and pushed the lighter along the counter with her fingers and I picked it up and touched the flame to the tip. She inhaled deeply and tilted her head back. The smoke dribbled out of her mouth and she inhaled through her nose. After a brief pause, she slowly exhaled a plume of smoke into the air and held the cigarette up in her fingertips. She took another sip of the wine and looked straight into my eyes and said softly, "So how was your afternoon with Karen?"
Talk about the direct approach. "Uh, real nice." I croaked.
"You two were out kind of late last night." She said. I told her about playing music for the wedding and our walk down by the lake. "You must have had a lot to talk about. I heard you drive up around two o'clock. Karen didn't come in until after three."
I think I started to shake again, I really wanted to duck out and go home but I guess I'd have to explain a few things before I was allowed to go. "Well, we kind of lost track of time. And we always have so much to talk about, you know." I said. Helen smiled now. She leaned over to me and kissed me softly on the cheek and said, "Not too much you can say when your mouth is full, is there? Karen and I don't have many secrets, Sugar, she told me all about it this morning. She also tells me she might have to help you clean your upholstery in your car."
"She told you about that?" I whispered.
"Of coarse, I know about all of Karen's adventures, and she knows all about mine. We tell each other everything and it's so exciting for us. I taught her how to be a very good lover with both men and women. She is a very sensuous woman. We have even had the same man together." She took another drag from her cigarette. I could see her dark lipstick stain on the end of her cigarette, and her lip print on her wine glass. She stretched to put her cigarette out in the ashtray, turned toward me and smiled again, "We share a lot of things. We even share each other's bodies, Karen is a wonderful lover, and you probably have noticed how much her juices flow when you get her going. It runs in the family."
"You shoot too?" I asked, "As much as Karen?"
"I sure do, sweetie. Here give me your hand." She said. She uncrossed her legs, took my wrist, spread her legs wide and pulled my hand between her silken clad thighs. Her panties were the same color as the stockings, and absolutely soaked with her juices. The top of the barstool was flowing, and her nylon tops had become dark with her wetness. "If you touch my clit a couple of times right now, we'll have a puddle on the floor." She was right. I slipped a finger under the crotch of her panties and into her steaming pussy, then another and pushed against her clit with my thumb and she went off like a cannon. Juice flowed from her hot cunt in a torrent, over the palm of my hand, and quickly was dripping off my elbow onto the floor. Her climax lasted for what seemed like two or three minutes. She groaned as she came, and clamped her legs around my hand and arm as she nearly passed out from the sensations of her orgasm.
