(Dear Reader...this is the first of a Series. For those who like their incest erotica to quickly get to the down and dirty explicit content this part may seem a slow burn. But like sex itself, sometimes start with a slower movement.)
Just the day before Mum had rung to ask if she could visit for a couple of weeks. Just while her room in the Retirement Village was refurbished.
Oh, and she was bringing a friend next door whose room also...blah, blah, blah. Mum always wanted to talk more than I wanted to listen. They would look after themselves. Could I just maybe drive them around a bit.
Well it was early summer and lovely round here. My own kids had moved on, away and had their own kids by now. And it was four years since The Cancer left me early fifties, alone feeling rather unwanted.
The kids old rooms, now for rare guests, were in the front annex, with its own bathroom. My room at the back was en-suite, so I couldn't even say no for want of privacy.
So, a little reluctant, I said yes.
Oh and could I fetch them from the railway station. Two hours away. Tomorrow, early afternoon. So there I was waiting at the station.
Since Dad died and I last saw her at the funeral, Mum had put on a little weight, Dad was always uncomfortably controlling about her weight, stopped dying her hair, also, and trying to dress just a little too young, same, all of which suited her very much better.
Average height she carried herself sprightly and well, a light summer jacket over a nice, classic summer dress, over a good sized but by no means big bust. She definitely passed for several years under her mid-70s age, a testament to good skin care, healthcare, light drinking and not smoking.
We hugged and it did feel good to do that again after a few years alone. She pulled away with a lovely smile and the incestuous thought flashed through my horny male mind; I wouldn't say No.
Her friend, Kitty, was shorter, petite, had obviously added a few pounds, even with a summer jacket over a light blue dress. From the way her tits bounced as she walked up to me it was obvious she still had a good rack. A few years Mums junior I reckoned. Yeah, I definitely would. We went to grab some lunch at a Cafe, mum went to the restroom.
Kitty turned to me and took off her jacket, revealing that rack in a low, slightly too low cut top, a slightly too small bra pushed her tits up and over spilled slightly. The light summer dress hugged what was still a fine figure of a woman.
She saw my eyes run her over with admiration, smiled knowingly and cupped herself to lift and shift her tits. Ooh did she know the tease that was, especially for a boobs man like me.
"Gets a little uncomfortable after with all the traveling." She said, a twinkle in her eye. I gulped.
"They...you do look...lovely." I meant it. Purposefully she sat next to me on the bench.
"Thank you Tim, it's lovely to appreciated by a handsome young man!"
"Hardly young!"
"Oh definitely young! Oh Mel you undersold your handsome Boy!"
"Didn't want you to be disappointed K!" Mum laughed...I realized I hadn't heard her laugh for a long time, what with my wife's and then my Dad's illness I guess neither of us had much.
Kitty was a little dynamo over a lunch, lively, cheeky,a bit ribald to chat with and she seemed to help Mum come to life. K, as Mum called her, was even a little flirty as she sat next to me, on her right and a few times briefly stroked my thigh.
Just as well I dressed left today as the regular sneak peaks down her ample cleavage had me firmly aroused. It was really quite a buzz to sit next to her, a still vibrant and attractive woman, and I began to look forward to the next couple of weeks a lot more.
Kitty asked to sit in the front, car sickness she said, which gave mum more space for the big cushion I remembered to bring, as she always fell asleep on car journeys.
Soon Kitty's hand was on my thigh again, my left thigh. In the UK the driver sits on the right. Her hand stayed there, then she started to slowly caress me. Wow, this was getting me stirred up, I hadn't felt a woman's touch for years. She might have been my Mums friend but...well, she wasn't the first one of those I got into the flirty zone with back in my early twenties.
"I hope you don't mind, I always used to do this with my husband, it's almost a habit of mine, he said it helped him stay around...awake."
"Umm...I bet it did. Err...no, but..." I shifted uncomfortably, she was Mums friend, she was older, it was probably just a social stay, was I after years alone just a bit too...keen. Was I hoping more into this as I was just a bit too desperate for a loving touch? Masturbation gave relief and I had been increasingly imaginative with that, but autoerotica has its limits. I took a breath.
"No I don't mind...it's...wonderful. To be...to be touched again. By a lovely woman."
That's kind but...l...I hope you don't mind. It's been a few years since I..." She seemed to realise just how awkward this could get.
"Me too, four years."
"I heard, so sad, so tragic, so young. You must miss the love, the...everything. Sorry, I was...oh heck, I do still think about it...being touched, being wanted...that doesn't stop with age, but oh what was I thinking! Just call me a silly little old biddy."
"Not silly at all, and you are not definitely not little where it counts! As for old biddy, I don't think so, mum looks great, easily five-ten years under her age and you could pass for less than her, easily."
"Oh you flatter me!" She picked up my left hand and kissed it. "A bit of flattery from a virile young man is rather nice! We are the same age Mel and I, same month even."
"Not so young man."
"Ah, but still virile then?" I smiled, thinking about last nights energetic masturbation session, a last one whilst I still had the house to myself. "So sad for you Tim, to be left alone. It's bad enough at my age but at least more expected. Still miss it though, never, ever stop missing it."
"Being touched?" I moved my hand, it's an auto so the left hand was free, onto her right thigh, resting on her dress. Instinctively we were talking in hushed whispers, if we did disturb mum what with the road noise it would be hard to hear what was actually being said.
"Mmmm." She moved a little under me. "Yes, and more, the being...ogled like you did back there, being wanted, being desired...cuddling, kissing...making love... you must know and I have to tell you that yearning need, the desire doesn't stop with age. Changes, maybe, stops, no!"
"I get that K, I do." Well, this was a most unexpected and distracting turn of events. This absolutely wasn't what I had expected driving two, as K said, old biddies back home. A yawn bore gab fest perhaps, not some very intriguing chat.
"It's OK, I really liked it." I pulled her hand and put it on my left thigh, which she began to stroke, gently. With her other hand she guided my left hand onto her right thigh, pulling her dress up so I was caressing her bare flesh.
