"Dale," Bobby introduces, "I present you Terry."
He is taken back by the appearance of the dark haired woman. She didn't look old enough to be Bobby's mother. The woman is short with a very fine build. It is a stout type of body that says 'hot. It is obvious that a rigorous physical fitness regiment prevented a weight problem.
The lady's appearance suggests a falsehood in the duo's relationship. There's an errant thought about challenging this couple's claim. Dale does a mind change when remembering Lara's appearance. Besides, the twins guaranteed all numbers given.
The pretty mother is wearing a light sleeveless summer dress. A low cut top enhances an already nice cleavage. This is being sexy without flaunting it.
"Hi, Dale," Terry responds taking his hand, "I'm very curious about you." Patting her son on the shoulder, she tells, "Bobby said your conversation on the phone was very enlightenin'." With a closed lipped smile, she whispers to the new acquaintance, "I've also spoke with Pam an' Pat, they had some real interestin' things to say about ya."
She steps back keeping the sly grin. Bobby pulls out a chair. The sexy brunette gives a flirtatious wink to Dale while seating. It is a way to indicate everything is cool.
The trio orders drinks and scans the menus. All stay mute until the drinks arrived. After the waiter leaves, Terry raises a glass.
"Here's to a long an' lovely relationship," she toasts.
"I'll go with that," Dale agrees.
The glasses clink. This is followed with quick sips of the alcohol. Again silence occurs.
"I've gotta ask some real personal questions here, Dale," Terry speaks up, "Ya up for it?
"Go for it," he permits, "I'm a big boy."
"I hope so," the busty dark haired vixen quips, "So where did you first get our name?"
"The twins," he answers simply.
"Oh yeah!" Bobby chirps youthfully, "That's a fine pair!"
"Hush up son," Terry orders with a hand wave.
"An' what is the common ground we all have here?" she continues to quiz.
"Common ground?" Dale puzzles, "What do'ya mean?"
"Why did the twins give ya our number?" Terry repeats, "What do we have in common for 'em to believe we'd get along?" the green-eye woman specifies directly, "The answer here is very important."
Dale looks curiously at the pair. First the younger man, who claims to be the son. Then, to the sexy siren across from him, who claims to be the mother.
"Well," Dale cautiously responds, "accordin' to Pam, we love family members alot."
Terry smiles to the evasive answer. There is an understanding for the reluctance to just admitting of such sexual activity. She has been part of the swinging life too long to be naïve about society's bigotry.
"I need to hear it," she prods tapping his hand gently.
"I'm havin" sex with my sister," Dale discloses quickly.
"Cool!" the enthusiastic teenager injects.
"---an' my aunt!" he hastily completes.
"Oh wow!" the younger man remarks enviously.
The admission of two family relatives has Terry taken back. This man is more adventurous than expected. Stirring in the loins suggest a turn on.
"An' what about you two?" Dale asks back.
"He's my son an' my lover," Terry flatly reveals.
"She's has the best tastin' pussy a guy would want!" Bobby chirps proudly.
"Bobby!" Terry censors, "Could you be less vociferous?"
"Ya know it's true," the raucous boy quips.
Terry grins giving a playful slap. His admiration of her sexual abilities sometimes is too much. It is comforting that he loved her so.
"I understand," Dale soothes, "I'm rather proud of my girls" abilities."
"What do they look like?" the curious lad eagerly inquires.
"Lara, my aunt is a professional model," he answers, "an" Lynda, my sister, is an exotic dancer." Dale adds full of pride, "They're both sexy tanned blondes."
"Oh," Terry quips, "they sound nice."
Dale looks at the auburn haired vixen. He recognizes the look on the lovely face. This woman likes girls as well.
"I see a wedding ring?" Terry points to Dale's hand, "Is there a mistresses?"
"Yep!" he answers flatly, "One of the hottest Mexican lasses you'll ever see."
"An" she's part of the scene too?" the aroused Bobby questions.
"Yep," he answers.
"Damn," the boy covetousness spirit shows. "Three pussies!" he adds enviously, "you must have nookie twenty four seven."
"Just about." Dale notes looking directly at Terry, "But your nights don't look too shabby."
Being compared to three women has the sexy mother slightly embarrassed. It is a backhanded complement. A menu is picked up to shield the sudden redness.
"Let's select dinner," her voice suggests from behind the page.
The rest of the meal was spent on conversations as mundane as the weather. Terry likes Dale. The idea this man is having sex with three women at once is fascinating. During the entire meal all feminine charm as possible is exercised on him. Bobby keeps raising questions about Dale's living arraignments. His mother keeps leaning over just slightly enough to keep giving their dinner guest a peep show.
"Well guys," Terry says finishing off the post dinner drink, "I need to leave." She stands up offering a hand, "Dale, it's really a pleasure to meet you." She looks at her son ordering, "Bobby, make sure you're home early tonight."
