Edited by Amazon2204. Thanks Jo.
All characters are fictional. Any resemblances to persons living or dead are coincidental. No stereotyping of any kind is intended. The characters and dialogue reflect a time and place
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At the time, my reaction to what I'd witnessed was probably quite unusual, especially for 1947. No, I'm not referring to a UFO sighting in New Mexico. When a young man discovered that his mother was bisexual, he would be expected to have a strong negative reaction. Instead, what I witnessed I found to be very exciting.
The world was very different in the Spring of 1947. World War II had ended less than two years earlier. Jackie Robinson was poised to break baseball's color barrier, but for many Americans segregation was acceptable. Though we were wealthy, my mother treated both our black and white servants with respect and warmth. Because of her example, I learned to be accepting of all kinds of people from when I was very young. I did, however, grow up in that relatively conservative era, and only now in the twilight of life, am I comfortable revealing what I saw.
Everybody said that my Mom was a beautiful woman. Sometimes people on the streets of Los Angeles mistook Mom for the actress Ingrid Bergman.
More than once, people stopped her and said, "Miss Bergman, I love your movies. Can I have your autograph? I didn't know you had a son."
She'd explain that she wasn't Ingrid Bergman, and thank them for the compliment.
Though my mother's face was nearly a double for Ms Bergman's, Mom was more shapely, with a larger chest. She wore her hair in a typical 1940's style with the dark blonde waves reaching to her shoulders. Her physical beauty was matched by her kindness and sense of humor. In 1947, Mom was 41 years-old.
Now, a few details about the other characters in my recollection. My father was a wealthy movie studio executive. He was a smart, handsome man, and could be very charming. Unfortunately, my mother didn't discover until after they were married that he was also self-centered and a hypochondriac. By then, Mom had gotten used to a wealthy lifestyle in a modest mansion with a couple of servants.
My name is Andrew. I had turned 19 in early 1947, and was taking pre-med classes at UCLA. The co-eds considered me to be a nice-looking young man, and I dated a couple of girls. I could have turned out to be a spoiled rich-kid, but my Mom didn't allow that to happen.
In late 1946, our housekeeper developed health problems and was forced to retire. Ruby interviewed for the job, and Mom hired her on the spot. I was attracted to the African American beauty from day one. Ruby had skin the color of milk chocolate, and inviting brown eyes. She was 37 years-old and divorced. Ruby wore her black hair in a style that was popular for black women in the 1940's; short with lots of waves and curls. Ruby was built like my Mom, ample chest, slim waist, and firm, shapely ass. She had full, sensuous lips and an alluring smile. Ruby was smart, friendly, warm, and had a good sense of humor. I think she sensed that I was attracted to her, and she teased me in very subtle ways.
Mom also hit it off with Ruby immediately. On several occasions, I remember coming home from classes to find Mom and Ruby sipping coffee together and laughing like old pals. I never remember my Mom acting snobbish toward anyone.
By 1947, my parent's marriage was painfully deteriorating. My father was becoming more and more difficult to live with for both my Mom and I. She probably would have left him, but she would have had a difficult time finding work, and was accustomed to the wealthy lifestyle.
I came home from class one very warm late-April afternoon, and seeing nobody, went directly to my room and closed the door. I stretched out on my bed intending to take a nap, until I heard voices coming up through the heating ducts. One voice seemed to be sobbing, so I got up to investigate. I crept down the steps and quietly followed the voices toward the kitchen.
As I got closer, I recognized the voices to be Mom's and Ruby's. Mom seemed to be upset and Ruby was consoling her. Rather than marching into the kitchen and possibly embarrassing Mom, I squatted down and surreptitiously peered into the kitchen. Mom and Ruby were sitting side by side at the table. Their backs were mostly toward me. A martini glass sat in front of each. A martini pitcher was on the table. Ruby wore a conservative black and white maid's uniform. Mom wore a light blue blouse, the shirt-tails of which had been tied under her ample breasts, exposing her flat stomach. A pair of navy blue shorts showed a portion of her shapely legs.
"You know, if Andy or me gets sick, the old fart barely asks how we're feeling," Mom half-sobbed. "He hates competition for not feeling good." She sipped more of her martini.
Ruby shook her head and said, "You deserve better." Ruby sipped more of her martini.
"Ruby, do you think I could still get another man? Do I still look pretty?" Mom slurred.
Ruby gazed at Mom and said softly, "You're sho'nuff the most beautiful woman I ever seen." Ruby's gaze was somewhere between a lovesick schoolgirl and pure lust.
"You're sure you're not just sayin' that?" Mom smiled.
The fingertips of Ruby's right hand moved gently over Mom's cheek. She smiled and said, "I'd be glad to prove it to ya." Her other dark hand moved to Mom's knee.
"Ruby, I think you're pretty too," Mom replied softly.
Ruby stood, took Mom's hands, and lifted to get Mom to stand. Mom gazed into Ruby's eyes as Ruby's brown arms slipped around the exposed white skin of Mom's waist. I nearly gasped as I spied Mom and Ruby press their lips together in a passionate kiss. Seeing a gorgeous black woman's mouth pressed against a gorgeous white woman's mouth made my nineteen year-old dick harden instantly. The fact that it was my Mom was irrelevant.
They stood kissing, their hands running over each other's bodies for several minutes. My secretive gaze was riveted on the mature beauties. My mouth was getting dry and my hard-on strained against my pants.
Finally Mom slurred, "Less go up to my bedroom."
Ruby nodded and giggled, "Anything you want, gorgeous."
I made a quiet retreat behind a large china closet and pressed flat against the wall. Mom and Ruby were holding hands as they exited the kitchen, giggling and paying attention only to each other. Mom led Ruby quickly up the stairs to the master bedroom. I followed stealthily. The ladies had left the bedroom door wide open, both being rather drunk and assuming they were the only ones in the house. I knelt in the hallway and cautiously peered around the door frame. Mom and Ruby were standing by the bed, locked in another passionate kiss. Ruby's dark hands gently rubbed the bare white skin of Mom's sides. Mom's hands were kneading Ruby's ass. Then Ruby untied the shirt tails under Mom's breasts, unbuttoned the shirt, and helped it off Mom's shoulders. Mom held her arms down to allow her shirt to fall to the floor. Her 36D bra strained to contain her breasts.
Mom asked, "Ruby, you ever done it with another woman before?"
Ruby nodded and said, "Yeah, buncha times."
"This is my first time... you unnerstand? ...But I want you so much."
"It's okay, honey. Ruby gonna treat you right," Ruby smiled and ran a hand over Mom's right breast.
"Ruby, turn 'round so I can take off your dress," Mom said.
Ruby smiled and turned her back toward Mom, who pulled down the zipper of the maid's dress. As Mom pushed the dress from Ruby's shoulders, she kissed the side of Ruby's neck. Ruby sighed with pleasure. The maid dress joined my Mom's shirt on the floor. The 1940's ladies' underwear wasn't sexy by today's standards, but the more bare skin I saw, the more aroused I became. Ruby stepped out of her dress, turned, and undid Mom's shorts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled the shorts down until they fell to the floor. Both women were clad in the standard white bra and panties of the time. Ruby also wore a garter belt and stockings. Her satiny brown skin contrasted beautifully with the white undies.
Mom and Ruby embraced once again, even more passionately. Their mouths moved against each other's and I imagined their tongues intertwining. Ruby ran her fingers through Mom's blonde hair. Mom's white fingers moved over Ruby's dark skin until they found the clasps of Ruby's bra. At the same time, Ruby's fingers located Mom's bra clasps. Within seconds, both bras joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. My Mom's tits turned out to be the large, firm, round beauties I had imagined them to be. Ruby's tits were also firm and round and about a C cup. The problem of whose tits to gaze at was solved when Mom and Ruby embraced again, pressing their lips and tits together. The sight of those black and white boobs sliding against each other nearly made me cream my jeans. You just didn't see such things in 1947. I imagine that breaking several taboos was exciting for all three of us.
