It was nineteen seventy-seven, the middle of the disco era. I was a twenty-one year old man living at home with my mother. I know that sounds very strange and pathetic but it really wasn't as sad as it sounds. I had actually planned on enlisting in the army after I dropped out of college the previous spring but family events intervened.
My parents had a long term if somewhat distant relationship. But then what relationship isn't a bit distant after twenty plus years.
I had noticed a bit more estrangement of late, but through the filter of my egotism I thought that had more to do with my dropping out of college than anything to do with their relationship.
At any rate, I came in one night after working a long shift at the service station and found Mom nestled into a blanket on the couch and watching TV. She had a drink in her hand and I could just make out the streaks of tears mixed with mascara on her cheeks.
"What's wrong Mom?" I asked dutifully.
"Your Dad and I had a tiff." She responded hoarsely.
A 'tiff' was Mom's code word for a fight of any size. Dad and Mom had these 'tiffs' on a regular basis and they generally amounted to nothing more than a night out for Dad and make up sex when he returned with his tail between his legs in the morning.
Like normal, Mom was fairly reticent about talking about the 'tiff' but after a few minutes of prodding on my part and a fresh drink she disclosed the facts behind their current disagreement.
It seems that one of Mom's co-workers had seen Dad out with one of his secretaries. Mom quickly surmised that Dad was screwing her and confronted him with this suspicion.
Dad readily confessed to the transgression. She said that, "He just didn't seem to care if I knew or not." Mom got pissed as hell and asked him what he planned on doing and he had told her that he was going to move in with his lover.
"I love her, and she loves me. She gives me what I need, which is more than I can say about you." He had told Mom. "I was just waiting for Kenny to graduate and then I was going to tell you about it and move out. We already have a place rented and I just was waiting for the right time to break the news to you."
"You ass hole!" Mom had responded vehemently. "Why don't you get your fucking ass out of here right now! I don't need your fucking help to get by and I sure as hell don't need your ass in my life if you're poking some whoring bimbo on the side!"
"Ok bitch, I'll just do that!" He had responded and he had packed his stuff and left beneath the glaring supervision of my very outraged mother.
This event kind of changed my plans for moving away for the moment at least. Mom worked as the office manager for an insurance agency and made a pretty good living. But this had always been a two-income family with a two-income lifestyle and without Dad's money coming in, I had to step forward and help Mom make ends meet.
I worked as a mechanic and pump jockey at a local service station and made a fair income for a young man. The hourly wage wasn't too high, but most of the mechanic work that I did was under the table and that was sweet money that the IRS never knew about.
For the year since the split up I had been making my contribution to our existence. I was still hoping to find some way to get out on my own, but the bills kept piling up, especially with my mother having to hire a divorce attorney, so I was still stuck living at home.
I saw my Dad on an irregular basis. He had settled in with Darlene and to hear Dad talk, they were supposed to be extremely happy together. "She is one hell of a woman and a hellcat in bed." He had told me over a beer one night. This was information that I really didn't need, especially as she was coming back into the room at that time.
I watched appreciatively as Darlene walked over toward us. Dad, Darlene, and I had spent the late afternoon watching football and drinking beer. Between the three of us we had consumed more than a couple of six packs and we were all feeling no pain.
Darlene was pretty well endowed, not as well as Mom, but nothing to sneeze at. She wore a loose peasant blouse with no bra, and a pair of very tight Levis. She was just a couple of years older than I was and if Dad weren't in the room I probably would have made a move on her.
As Darlene moved unsteadily, but still seductively, across the room, both Dad and myself watched with pure appreciation. She stopped on the other side of the coffee table and leaned over to retrieve her almost empty bottle of beer.
When she bent over the blouse fell away from her breasts and I got a clear shot of everything between her neck and her waist. Her breasts were definitely well formed, firm, and with very erect nipples.
She held her pose for probably a bit longer than was necessary before standing up again, putting the bottle to her red lips and draining its contents. Dad and I both watched her with bleary admiration as she theatrically lowered the bottle to waist level and smiled knowingly at us.
"You guys ready for more." She asked with a sly smile.
"Oh yeah." We responded in unison.
She leaned over once more and we got another show as she retrieved our empty bottles. "You guys hold that thought." She said with a chuckle, and she stood up and swayed unsteadily across the living room toward the kitchen.
Dad and I watched with unadulterated lust as she moved through the door and almost in unison sighed appreciatively when she was no longer in sight. Dad knew that I was as appreciative of his lady friend as he was and he chuckled.
"Better watch it my boy. She's mine." He said jovially.
"Oh yeah Dad.' I said with a grin. " But I have to say that she is one fine woman. If she wasn't yours, I'd jump her in a minute."
"I bet you would." He replied with a self-satisfied chuckle.
Darlene returned with three beers in her hands. She swayed sexily across the room, moved up beside Dad and handed him his beer. Then she leaned over and gave me mine.
As she leaned over, I got the same show as I had received before. I stared unabashedly at her fine equipment for a long moment before moving my gaze up to her face.
Darlene looked steadily into my eyes for a moment and then she gave me a slow sexy wink. When I blushed she broke into a broad smile.
"I think Kenny is shy." She said as she turned to Dad.
Dad laughed and replied, "No, I think that he's in heat baby. You got him all hot and bothered."
Darlene finally stood up and asked, "Well you boys gonna make room for a lady?"
Dad patted his lap and replied, "Right here babe, I got everything you need right here." Then he reached up and pulled her roughly onto his lap.
"Whoooo!" Darlene squealed loudly as she landed suddenly on Dad's lap and probably very hard dick. Her full beer spilled when she fell and we all got a little of the spray on us as the couch bounced beneath her weight.
"Let me get comfortable first." She complained softly as Dad attempted to turn her head for a kiss. Darlene swiveled and brought her legs up on my lap where they landed directly on my crotch.
"Ummmmm, that's much better." She stated softly as she turned her face toward Dad's and planted a kiss on his waiting lips.
I took a sip from my beer and watched Dad and his lady kissed passionately. Darlene moaned softly as Dad raised his hand to her breast and squeezed it appreciatively.
To my surprise Darlene lowered her hand to the hem of her blouse and pulled it up, exposing her attractive boob to my gaze. Dad put his hand to her bare breast and squeezed, seemingly unfazed by my presence.
My dick began to harden at the sight of this interplay. I knew that Darlene had to feel it rising beneath her legs and uncomfortably tried to hide it by moving her legs off my crotch. Darlene resisted my movement and unless I was drunker than I knew I was she began to slowly move her legs back and forth over my quickly rising erection.
I sat there silently as she slowly stroked her legs over my cock. I probably should have left, I know, but quite frankly the attention was rather erotic. And besides, I didn't want to let dad know that she was interested in me.
Eventually Dad pulled his lips from Darlene's and grunted breathlessly, "You'll have to excuse us Kenny. We need a little private time."
"Yeah Dad. I figured." I responded quickly with mild disappointment in my voice.
I put my half finished beer down on the coffee table, pushed Darlene's legs from my lap and stood up. I attempted to hide my evident erection from view, but was probably ineffective in doing that.
As I turned to leave, Darlene turned on Dad's lap, pulled her shirt up completely, and leaned back against the arm of the couch. She stretched luxuriantly, arching her back and cast me a big smile. As I watched enthralled by the scene Dad leaned over and took one of her nipples into his mouth again.
Darlene moaned softly while still smiling openly at me. Then she lifted her hand to her other breast and casually fondled it. I watched her gently stroke her hard nipple with her fingers as she softly moaned again.
I watched while her gaze fell to my very evident erection and she licked her lips devilishly before saying softly yet sexily, "Come over anytime Kenny. There's always a place for you here."
Now I could have taken that any number of ways, and that was probably her intent. I also could have responded a number of different ways but I chose to just respond with, "Yeah, I sure will Baby." Then I turned quickly and hurried toward the door before they started to get really serious.
