"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."
With that she turns away from the table. The two men watch the dark haired vixen flow out the room. Dale notice others stares as well. The woman is a physical beauty.
"What just happened?" he puzzles.
"Whatcha mean?" Bobby answers, pretending not understand the question.
"Why did she leave so hurriedly?" Dale questions, "It seems that there's somethin' wrong!"
"Easy man," Bobby calms, "she just came here to know ya."
"And..." Dale prods.
"You heard what she said," the lad informs, "The reason she wants me home early is so we can discuss the future to include you, my friend."
Dale didn't really like the idea of being judged. Then this is a first adventure into this sort of relationship. This is the time to stay cool. They silently finish off the drinks and then end the evening.
Bobby is sure that her evaluation on Dale is positive. There is no doubt the young mother approves. It would be a huge surprise if that weren't the truth.
The lusting teenager likes the idea that Dale has a trio of women to bring into the scene. The lad wants to meet the hot ladies. The boy admits to a hard on just thinking of the possibilities.
Terry is feeling excited. It has been years since having swinger's sex. The idea of a threesome to include her own son is very enticing.
That evening in bed they exchange a few ideas on how it would be. It was decide to go with a threesome with Dale. Feeling hot, Betty tells Bobby exactly how she will do both men. The night ended with wild fucking session.
The next day Terry calls Dale. He is informed that Bobby would be picking him that evening. The new friend was to be in the parking lot of the same restaurant at nine PM. She looks forward to the night's activities.
After Bobby picks up Dale, he drives in circles for several minutes. The idea is to make hard to for the new friend to recognize the way from the cafe to their home. It was an additional preventative measure to maintain privacy.
"Are'ya okay?" Bobby asks.
Dale isn't too comfortable. There is still the fear this is somekind of kinky S&M scene. Yet, gambles must be taken to develop such relationships.
"Don't worry," Dale dismisses, "I'm cool."
Bobby parks the car in a side street nearby a large apartment complex. Dale immediately recognizes the area. He decides not to mention it to the boy. The lad had worked so hard to confused him.
They walk two blocks to a nice residence. "KATZ" is the name on the mailbox. Suddenly Dale comprehends who the woman is!
The Terry Katz Dens' girl! She is Terry Katz! This round about trip must have been the boy's idea. Certainly the renowned beautician couldn't have been so gullible!
Dale immediately relaxes. The identity of the hostess changes everything. This is going to be a good night.
Terry greets them when entering the apartment. Her attire for the night is a just above the knees shirtdress, long sleeves in a satin style paired with a high heel sandals. A sexy touch is added with the three upper buttons left open. A substantial amount of an amble cleavage is nicely displayed. The appearance is more like a housewife dressed for a family party than a woman in the verge of being involved in a sexual threesome.
The trio sits on a long couch. Terry positions between the men. It is the normal small talk first. It is the moment where all persons would either continue or leave.
Over the coffee table is a liquor cabinet. Terry, being experience with such activities, knows a little liquor would be appropriate now. She moves over to the cabinet and opens it. Inside is a bottle of scotch, another of white wine, an ice bucket and some snacks. The glasses are placed on the table.
"Anyone what somethin' to drink?" she invites.
