I went to Highbury Stadium in the car with Dad and my Uncle Jack; it was a Tuesday evening game in February between Fleetwood town and Exeter city and freezing bloody cold! Once at the ground we separated, Dad and Jack to seats in the Parkside Stand with me heading off to join my mates in our regular spot on the terracing behind the goal; I have a season ticket there.
The game kicked off as planned, but a player got hurt after only a few minutes and the referee abandoned the match. It should never have started in the first place, the pitch was frozen solid; I imagine they only tried to play the game because the Exeter team and supporters had travelled so far. It was barely eight o'clock when I met up with Dad and Jack again, outside the stadium.
They explained that they were heading to the pub for a couple of drinks and that I was welcome to join them; the look in my Dad's eyes when he made that invitation guided my answer: I thanked them, but said I was going to catch-up with my mates for an odd beer instead and would get myself home on the nine-thirty bus; Dad's smile confirmed that this had been the correct answer.
As they turned to go, Dad called out "When you get home, tell your Mum and Aunt Judy that we'll be back about eleven."
"You've got a phone dad, you could ring-up and tell them yourself."
That drew another smile "No... I could ring her and debate what time we'll be coming home, or even if we are allowed to leave you here and go to the pub at all... So you just tell them for us."
I was trying to guess which pub my mates would've chosen as Dad and Jack walked away, it could be one of three or four. I was still pondering that question when I saw a B3 bus roll to a stop; it was the eight-thirty service and would take me straight home. Sod it, I was bloody cold already; I sprinted over and jumped on before it pulled away.
During that journey home I pondered the school homework that was waiting for me there; I'd just turned eighteen and my A-Level exams were only a few months away. Those thoughts occupied me for about two minutes, whereafter I moved on to a more important contemplation: My mate Jeff had sent me a link to a free porn site which he reckoned was seriously raunchy.
I was walking in the front door soon after nine, a good hour earlier than I might usually get home. Having had something of a preview on my phone screen I was eager to get up to my bedroom and open Jeff's recommended porn-site on the twenty-seven inch monitor. Before doing so, I needed to stick my head into the lounge and pass on Dad's message.
Ten seconds earlier I would've deemed it impossible for anything to distract my attention and intentions from Jeff's website, but I stepped through the door and got as far as "Hi Mum, Dad and Ja..." before falling silent and frozen to the spot. Mum was laid on the carpet in the middle of the floor, flat on her back and stark naked!
I say that, but I was only assuming it was my mother; I couldn't actually see her face. That was obscured by Aunt Judy, mum's younger sister! Judy was equally nude and on her knees be-straddling Mum's head, her own face between mum's thighs; a classic 69 pose! Even as I began to speak, Judy's head was lifting; mum's juices glistened on her cheeks as she spoke:
"Is Claire about ready for some cock now?" Without waiting for a reply, Judy's left hand rose up from beyond mum's thigh, a bloody great cucumber grasped within it. An instant later Judy speared that between mum's open legs providing me with a clear view of its whole length disappearing inside her pussy.
The ease with which that cucumber penetrated suggested that Judy had been right... Mum was more than ready for it. The fireworks began an instant later; mum had registered my arrival on the scene, even if Judy hadn't! Mum gave a squeal, threw Judy bodily aside, leapt to her feet and squealed -- louder! - for a second time; that throw struck me as a hell of a feat of strength, the power of adrenaline?
Judy was still on the floor trying to work out what had happened, while mum resembled a cornered fox, glancing left and right in search of an escape route. I was still standing agog in the doorway, blocking mum's only exit; God knows where her own or Judy's clothes where. In the end, with yet another squeal, Mum threw herself into a chair in the farthest corner of the room.
Once there mum hunched herself into a foetal ball, thighs turned to one side to hide her pussy and arms wrapped protectively about her breasts; mum's eyes locked on me, she looked mortified! My own gaze flicked back and forth, between those eyes, set in mum's pussy-juice coated cheeks and lower... Mum's thighs glistened similarly, but more eye-catching was the end of that cucumber, still buried in her pussy.
Either mum eventually felt the cucumber's presence or my eyes drew her attention to it? Whichever, accompanied by a fourth and the loudest squeal yet, mum snatched it from between her legs and hurled it across the room. Judy was by then regaining her feet and the cucumber caught her a glancing blow on the arm as it passed.
Silence befell the room for a few seconds as all three of us watched the cucumber land on the floor and roll beneath the couch. Judy was the first to regain her composure, now upright with hands on her hips, brazen in her nudity, she turned in my direction and enquired: "Rob, what brings you home so early; are you on your own? Claire said that you'd not be back until after ten o'clock."
While Judy appeared totally unperturbed by my intrusion, I was almost as discombobulated as mum and struggled to reply; Judy's full frontal display was providing me with a third point of distraction and it was a major distraction. Aunt Judy's could easily have been the image that sprung to my mind the first time I heard the term MILF explained; I'd certainly whacked-off with Judy in mind more than once since then.
The crazy thing was, tonight was the first time that I'd ever appreciated the similarity between Aunt Judy and mum. Judy's arse and tits were both perhaps a little bigger, but the bottom line was that both women were tall, slim, ash-blonde MILFs. I'd long perceived Judy as a MILF, but until a few moments earlier, my mother had always just been... Mum.
Judy remained silent as I stumbled out an explanation of why and how I'd come home so early and where dad and Jack had gone. It wasn't easy, I was physically incapable of keeping my eyes up to meet Judy's while I spoke. When I eventually fell silent, I was startled by the reply; it came from my mum rather than Judy:
