I always thought my family was fairly open and "liberated" but I don't think any of us had any idea it could end up like this. But first, some context. Dad left us back when I was 10, and so Mom was left to raise me and my little sister all by herself. She'd have the occasional boyfriend, but none lasted more than a couple of months. I was 21 and Maya was 19 on this Friday night which started just like any other, with Mom making us dinner, and all three of us gathered around the dinner table.
It's basically always been just the three of us in this one apartment, even after my sister and I finished school. It's a pretty cramped apartment - even though it had three bedrooms, they were all tiny and shoved all up one end of the apartment, with the kitchen and living area basically taking up the rest of the floorplan. Mom has worked as a cleaner for the past 20 years, and between raising us and ever-increasing property prices, this is the best our family could ever hope to afford. Since Maya and I started working, we've been helping out and paying rent. But with her working in retail and me being an apprentice electrician, it didn't help too much.
Mom was into the wine a bit when she blurted out, seemingly at random, "You know, I don't think your father ever loved me." She gulped down the rest of the glass. "At this rate, I doubt I'll ever find anyone."
I'll admit I was on my third beer of the night, so it even caught me off guard when I heard my voice telling Mom, "You're still hot, y'know." I immediately felt myself blushing.
I think Mom was looking for sympathy, not the kind of reassurance I'd provided. "What do you mean?"
I blushed even harder, but it didn't stop my mouth from answering. "Well, you've got great tits." It was true. Mom was over 50 (52, actually), but she still kept herself in pretty good shape, and usually wore clothes that highlighted her cleavage and boobs, which filled a D cup bra fantastically. She had long black hair that went a way past her shoulders, usually kept in a ponytail. I'd inherited Mom's hazel eyes, but Maya inherited her pale complexion.
Mom laughed.
Maya couldn't help but join in, even though she's been jealous of Mom's tits all her life. Maya was like a pale, girl version of me - light brown hair that we got from Dad; she also got Dad's brown eyes. Maya kept her hair a bit shorter than Mom, usually no longer than her chin. Physically, while she didn't get Mom's boobs, she got Mom's slim figure and was blessed with a gorgeous bubble butt...not that I'd ever really admired it before now, but plenty of dudes loved to remind me how great she looked in tight jeans. "No, he's right" she told Mom. Your boobs are very nice. But I think what David is trying to say is that you're very beautiful, Mom, and that the right person for you is bound to be out there somewhere."
"Well, that's very sweet of you," Mom told me. Then looked at Maya. "Both of you." She sighed and poured the last of the bottle of wine into her glass. "God, look at us all. Friday night, nowhere to go. It's a crime we're all single." She gulped another mouthful of wine, then changed everything. "Hell, if we weren't related, I'd fuck either of you."
I laughed. "Holy shit, Mom. How much have you had to drink tonight?" I looked over at Maya, who looked physically pained by how uncomfortable the situation was. Mom just kept on smiling at us over the top of her almost-empty wine glass. Apparently she wasn't going to walk back her bombshell of a statement. The silence in the air just grew and grew until you could almost feel it. I couldn't take it any more. I had to say something. This is what my mind decided to say, apparently: "Well, that'd be a hell of an experience, I'll say that much."
Mom set her glass down, the dregs of the wine swaying in the bottom of the glass, leaving behind gritty residue on the sides. "Now what does that mean, David?" She sat back, assessing the situation she'd created but I'd inadvertently exacerbated. "What, you'd be up for it too?"
My face flushed more than it ever had in my life. I picked at the label on the beer, which was proving very stubborn. "Wait, I didn't say that-"
"You didn't say no, either." Maya smiled that evil smile she always gives when she's trying to tease me. Fucking great, thanks for the help. She's always been a bit jealous of my relationship with Mom. Jealous of me, or of her, I've never been quite sure. Either way, the jealousy was coming out now, and she was clearly relishing making me squirm even more.
It was horrible. I couldn't think of anything to say to get myself out of this massive hole. I could only splutter and stammer, staring down at my empty dinner plate. Then, finally, a lifeline: I slammed down the rest of my beer as quickly as possible.
Mom smiled in a way I'd never seen before. At least, not on her face. It was Maya's evil smile. It was almost sexy in a way, seeing Mom look so wicked. Wait, what? No, what the fuck? Sure, Mom's objectively hot - thin, nice smile, big tits - but I'd never been actually attracted to her before. My cock twitched in my boxers, and I'd never hated having a dick so much in my life.
"Like I said before, I wouldn't be opposed," Mom reminded us, that sexy devil smile still on her face. "Yeah, fuck it, it's Friday night, I'm drunk, and I'm horny," Mom admitted as though we didn't already know. "If you're up for it, so am I." Well shit. It was right out in the open now: Mom wanted to fuck, and she wasn't joking.
"Mom? What the fuck?!" Maya was equally shocked. Before that, she'd been assuming it was Mom drunk-teasing her only son. Not anymore.
"You too, sweetie," Mom finally shifted her gaze off me and over to Maya, who was now as red as I was. "Either of you. Both of you. I don't give a fuck; you're both hot."