This story is largely fantasy - but based on the reality of finding my mother in bed, naked, with another woman, long before I had sex with her...
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My mother seemed unusually restless - throughout dinner she'd fidgeted nervously, picking at her food, and had hardly uttered a word during the meal. Now, she was pacing up and down, fiddling with ornaments and straightening pictures on the wall that were perfectly aligned to begin with. I'd asked her if anything was wrong, but she'd just shaken her head, although I saw her bite her bottom lip.
Suddenly, she seemed to make up her mind. She took my hand and asked me to sit on the settee beside her. For a moment she just looked at me uncertainly, and then she took a deep breath.
'Darling, I've fallen in love ... with Gloria. She's - she's giving up her flat and coming to live with us. Do you mind?'
I just stared at her, dumbstruck. I knew that she and Gloria were close friends, always going out together, and that my mother often visited Gloria's flat, sometimes saying the night, but I'd never dreamt that there was more than just friendship to their relationship.
Mum released my hand and got up to pour herself a drink. I'd noticed that she'd had a few glasses of wine with dinner, and now she sloshed gin liberally into a glass before adding a dash of tonic water. She took a long sip and returned to sit beside me on the settee.
'Say something, darling. Are you angry?' she asked anxiously.
I shook my head. 'No - just surprised, I suppose. I - I don't know what to say, Mum ...'
She took another sip of her drink. 'Gloria won't be in the way, darling. She'll be out at work a lot, and then she'll - be with me, and you'll hardly know she's here!' My mother wet her lips and smiled nervously. 'Although - you might catch her raping me in the kitchen or somewhere. It's - it's a very passionate relationship, and she can't keep her hands off me.' She shivered and closed her eyes for a moment, then returned to her drink.
I could believe the passionate bit - I knew of my mother's sexual appetite, although until now I'd believed it was directed at the opposite sex. I was pretty sure that several of my friends had had sex with her, judging by sly remarks I'd heard, and I'd punched one of them in the mouth when I heard him say that after a couple of drinks she'd let anyone fuck her.
Mum grabbed my hand again. 'Do talk to me, darling, and tell me it's all right - we can't just sit here in silence all night!' I refrained from saying that she was the one who'd been silent all evening, and then squeezed her fingers.
'It just takes a bit of getting used to, Mum, that's all. Look, why don't we go out for a drink and talk about it, if that's what you want to do?'
My mother's face brightened, and she got to her feet. 'Yes, let's, darling! I could do with a breath of fresh air! I'll just go and put a dress on - won't be a minute!'
Impulsively, she bent and kissed my cheek, and my eyes followed her as she left the room. She was wearing a blouse and tight-fitting jeans, and although she was in her mid-forties she looked at least ten years younger, with a firm, slender body, breasts verging on the voluptuous, and superb legs. She had shoulder-length dark auburn hair, brown, permanently flirtatious eyes, and a wide, full-lipped sensuous mouth. For a moment I had a vision of Gloria kissing and stroking my mother's naked body, but I quickly forced the image from my mind.
When Mum returned a few minutes later she'd put on a short dress that showed of those wonderful legs of hers to perfection, not to mention emphasising her swelling breasts that rose from the low neckline, and left her arms and shoulders bare. High-heeled shoes completed the outfit, and I saw that her legs, too, were bare, and I grinned and whistled softly.
'No wonder Gloria can't keep her hands off you, Mum!' I said, and she blushed.
'You mustn't say things like that, dear. Come on - I'm dying for that drink you promised me!'
It was warm evening, and she draped a light cardigan round her shoulders as we went out. There was a bar we knew within walking distance, and as usual I was aware of the glances she got from passers-by on the way.
The bar was called Harry's Place, and it wasn't as crowded as it was sometimes - it was a Monday, but even so the place was pretty full, and we were lucky to get two stools at the end of the bar. As usual, Harry was behind the bar, and I ordered the drinks, and studied the room in the mirror behind the bar. The walls were covered with photographs of women, many of them naked - Harry said he like to look at them when things were quiet. There were only a few youngsters in that night - most of the couples were more mature, and I noticed several pairs of women sitting together. I idly wondered if any of them were lesbians, too, and saw that some of them were studying the photographs..
Mum and I had both relapsed into silence again, each of us busy with our own thoughts, and before long she needed another drink. Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, I saw her staring at a woman in a blue dress sitting with a girl at one of the tables, and the woman seemed to be returning my mother's gaze with a half-smile on her lips. Mum smiled back, and she wriggled slightly on the bar stool, thrusting her breasts forward and then hugging them as she stroked her bare arms.
We were sitting near the entrance to the toilets, and after a few minutes the woman in the blue dress got up and headed towards them. When she emerged she stopped beside us, and put her arm round my mother's shoulders.
'Cheer up, you two!' she grinned, and then she winked at me. 'What your girl-friend needs is a good kiss - like this!'
She bent her head slightly and kissed my mother on the lips. I expected Mum to recoil, but instead she slipped her arm round the woman's neck and returned the kiss, her mouth sucking hungrily at the woman's. I saw Mum turn slightly towards the woman, who gripped my mother's right breast and kneaded it gently. The kiss lasted a long while, both of them kissing wetly and moving their bodies against each other, and I saw the girl the woman was sitting with staring at them angrily.
Finally they broke apart, and the woman stroked Mum's face briefly and then went back to her table. The girl started to say something, but the woman kissed her and slipped her hand up under the girl's skirt. I turned my attention to my mother - her face was flushed, and her breasts were heaving.
'Lucky Gloria didn't walk in just then,' I grinned, 'She'd have had something to say!'
Mum was still flustered, and struggled to cross her legs as she took a long sip from her glass. Her skirt rode up over her thighs, and when she finally managed her calf was jammed against mine.
She gulped and caught her breath. 'Oh, Gloria wouldn't have minded,' she said absently, still looking at the woman in the blue dress in the mirror. 'She - she likes to give me to her friends, other women and men too, while she watches ... I like being watched ... I bet that girl's going to get a good going over later!'
