The next day, mom got up late with a hangover. Apparently, when I heard her get up and go downstairs, she had grabbed another bottle of wine. I asked how the profile went and she said she hadn't finished it. She seemed extra quiet, but I just wrote it off to the hangover.
It was a nice day, so I went out and ran some errands and met a friend of mine for a beer late in the afternoon. I got a message from Julia (Creamgirl) telling me that she'd like to see me again. We set up a date for that night. I left my buddy at the bar and went home to change.
Back at home, mom was in her room again. I went into my room to change and Rhonda followed me in to my room and closed the door behind her. My first thought was that she wanted sex again, but then I saw the look on her face and knew that wasn't it.
"What's up?" I asked.
"Mom's having a bad day."
"She's hungover." I laughed. "She nearly drank three bottles of wine."
"That probably doesn't help, but it's not that." Rhonda sighed, "Dad's getting remarried."
I sat heavily on my bed. "That makes sense." I said aloud, then added, "That's why she was so gung-ho for getting those pictures done and for getting a date."
"Pictures?"
"Yeah. She had me take a bunch of pictures of her so she could create a profile."
"That was last night?"
"Yeah."
Rhonda studied me for a minute. "And she was drinking during the pictures?"
"Yeah. She was quite happy."
"God. Who knows what she might have said if she created her profile while she was drunk."
"I tried to stop her, but she was determined."
"Well, I'll try to talk to her, but she's pretty upset."
I shrugged, "Tomorrow she'll feel better."
Rhonda opened my door. "I hope so." She stopped and looked at me again, "What are you up to tonight."
"Got a date." I smiled.
Rhonda froze for an instant then nodded. "Good for you. Do you need some condoms?"
"I've got some." I looked away. Even though we had fucked like rabbits, talking to my sister about condoms still seemed weird.
"Better use 'em, or I want sleep with you again."
I nodded. "Not to worry. What are you up to tonight?"
"I was going to hang out with some friends, but I think I'll stick around here."
"Mom will appreciate that."
The date with Julia went pretty well. We had a couple of drinks and appetizer's at a bar then we went to her place where we made out on her couch for an hour. When we started getting into the heavy petting, she stopped it, saying that we needed to talk more. She said that we could just masturbate together, but that she'd rather save it for our second date.
I went home around ten with a raging hard on and no place to stick it. I started thinking about my sister and wondering if she'd be up for some fun. If nothing else, I could always find someone on line to cyber with.
At home I found an open box of delivery pizza on the counter and a wine cork next to the sink. I checked around the downstairs, but didn't see any sign of mom or Rhonda so I went up the stairs, figuring to knock on Rhonda's door. Rhonda's room was empty and mom's bedroom door was closed. I heard the TV going in her room, but figured she was probably just relaxing with a movie and a bottle of wine. As I turned away from the door, I heard Rhonda's voice in my mother's bathroom.
"You're a very attractive woman. And any man will be happy to date you."
Through the crack in the door I could see my mother putting on lipstick. Her eye shadow was done, she had color in her cheeks and her hair was up in a bun. Rhonda stood behind her with a glass of wine in her hand. She was wearing a silk robe that only covered her to her upper thighs. Rhonda pulled the pins from my mother's hair that held it up. Mom's hair fell down to her shoulders. Rhonda put her hands in mom's hair and fluffed it out.
"You need bigger."
"My tits?" Mom laughed.
"Hair, silly." Rhonda hugged mom around the waist and put her face next to mom's. "You're just so much fun."
"My tits could be bigger. Men like thirty-six, at least."
Rhonda brought her hands up and cupped mom's breasts. "Can't believe you had two kids. Your tits are perfect." She weighed them in her hands, then let her thumbs trace over the nipples.
"At least I'm a C cup. Poor Sheila, my friend from work, has an A cup. Nothing."
Rhonda still had her hands on mom's breasts. "You have the breasts of a twenty year old."
"A twenty year old doesn't have my hips and thighs."
Rhonda let one hand trace down to mom's hip. Her body pressed into mom's. "Your body is wonderful, don't knock it."
Mom lifted her wine glass and sipped, leaving a lipstick stain on the rim. "Now I have to redo my lipstick."
"Let me help." Rhonda said, turning my mom toward her.