This story takes place a few years ago. Right now, it's the third weekend of the month and I am planning to spend the night making love with my mother. This is with the full knowledge and consent of my wife, who set this whole thing in motion. The plan, those years ago, was set up to make me believe that my Mom was under the influence of Valium and Ambien, as a way to make it easier for her to initiate sex with me. After Mom confessed, the entire plan continued anyway. This is how things started:
It had been a year since Dad died. Thankfully, the pancreatic cancer took him quickly, within weeks of the 6 months the doctors had given him when it was first diagnosed.
Mom (Carol) and a friend from work (Kristen) were going out and it would be Mom's first real attempt to "get out there" again as a widow. I was made to believe that after a year of widowhood, Mom was ready to meet a man and become intimate again. As a family, we were always pretty frank about sex and from my room down the hall from Mom and Dad I could hear them having sex at least on a weekly basis. Being that I could hear how enthusiastic Mom was during sex, I'm surprised she waited a year.
Mom was 52, a bit on the plump side, about 5'2"and had had some work done about a year before Dad was diagnosed. She had been the kind of frumpy housewife for years, boobs on the large side and probably sagging (I had not seen them that I can recall), certainly not the former playmate MILF that you have seen in many of these other stories. She had lost about 20 pounds, had some liposuction, and a 'Mommy lift' that included a tummy tuck and lifting her boobs. They were also reduced from a DD (I had seen her bras) to a C. So all in all, despite her age, Mom was not hideous to look at. She had plain features, short brown hair and the demeanor of a librarian.
Mom was kind of a mentor to Kristen. Mom was the HR manager at a medium size firm and Kristen worked in her department. Kristen was about 30, taller, about 5'8, not very pretty, very slender, with (from what I could see) hardly any breasts at all. According to Mom, Kristen had a 'reputation' that was largely undeserved. I never really got into it about what the story was with Kristen even though she was a frequent visitor. She and Mom would go out on ladies nights without my Dad and would often frop off or pick up Mom on the way to/from work.
Briefly about myself - I am 25, a senior IT security specialist with a major consulting firm. I ran cross country in high school though was not good enough to get a college scholarship in sports. I really cut down on running and since high school gained about 20 pounds on my 5'9" frame. Although I spent a lot of my work time working remotely from home, I did put in a lot of hours. Being a kind of nerd all through school, I did not have much experience with women, having had sex with exactly 2 women. I'm not terrible looking, but have never been a player and have always been awkward with girls.
Anyway, the Friday night that Mom and Kristen were going out came to pass and Kristen (who only lived a few blocks away) came over in a cab (they were both going to be drinking). Kristen really looked hot, a tight pencil skirt, and a tube top through which you could practically see her nipples. Mom was wearing a short (too short in my opinion) pleated skirt and a short sleeve white top, through which you could see the outline of her bra.
I know Mom had a prescription for Valium and Ambien as she needed both to help her stay calm and to sleep during the worst of Dad's illness. I was later told (falsely) she had taken a couple of Valium prior to going out with Kristen. So, they were gone by 8pm and I settled in to watch some porn and jack off, which is how I have spent a lot of Friday nights.
I was at my desk, in my room, boxers down around my ankles, and slowly stroking my hard (normal size, 6") cock with some lotion, when I heard a car door slam, and a commotion from outside. It was only about 9 pm, too soon for Mom and Kristen to be home. I looked outside and I could see Kristen and the cab driver, with Mom between them, walking her up the walkway. I pulled my boxers up, grabbed some money for the cabbie, went outside, grabbed one of Mom's arms and helped Kristen guide her into the house. We took her through the hallway, to the back master bedroom and was able to manuever her so that she fell onto the bed. Although Mom really seemed in need of help, it was all just an act. Looking back I can see where she was able to get up the front steps and make the turns down the hall and into her bedroom without much help.
