Notice to the reader:
This chapter picks up where the last ended. It can be read as a standalone story, but to understand all the ins-and-outs, you could read all of them. I hope you do.
I thought long and hard about which category to put it in. Gay Male for the bisexual element, Group sex for the 3-way, Crossdressing, Fetish, or Incest. It is quite a stew. I choose to go with Incest since they seem to get the most look-ins. But take my warnings seriously. If any of the above offends, then skip this one.
As always, the characters are fictional and at least 18 years old.
On with the play.
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When Jerry woke up to the smell of pancakes, he was hungry enough to eat a pile of them. He ate only a hamburger and fries yesterday. Well, that and a whole lot of cum. Throwing on a plain white T-shirt and his gym shorts over the lacy black panties he'd slept in, he rushed downstairs.
When he arrived in the kitchen, mom returned his greeting without looking up from the hot stove. He asked where her boyfriend Sam was. She told him the doctor had been called into work early. The news disappointed him. When she brought his breakfast to the table, she stared at the plate, adjusting the slices of bacon and hotcakes with a finger. She didn't smile or look at him at all.
"Go ahead and eat. I'll eat when Carol gets here," she said when he didn't immediately dig in.
On weekends the longtime friends would spend hours together. They spent much of the time shopping and in cafes or coffee shops doing whatever women friends do. Meaning, they talked a lot. In the evening, they came together as lovers in the bedroom below his.
She continued to turn out more and more pancakes as he ate. He watched her as she silently worked. Though she wore a nightgown that covered her curves, he remembered them vividly. He'd held her breasts in his hands and tweaked her nipples. They'd done plenty more together too.
Three of the fluffy, thick, perfectly browned cakes were all he could eat in the end. The warm maple syrup and real butter atop them made them rich and satisfying.
"Do you want more?" asked his mother from the kitchen counter.
"No thanks, Mom. I'm full," Jerry replied.
"Are you sure? There is batter left," she said, still avoiding looking at him.
"I wish I could eat more. Yours are the best," he said. It was true. She did make the best pancakes, made even better by their rarity. She only made them on special occasions. He supposed she had been expecting Sam to be sitting at the table. That would've been special indeed. No wonder she was upset and silent.
"I'm sorry, Mom," he said. She turned to face him and looked him in the eyes.
"Why?" Her voice was strained.
"Sorry that Sam couldn't be here for breakfast," he replied.
There was a pause before she turned away and with a sound of relief, said, "Oh, I half expected it. He told me it would probably happen. That's what it's like to date a doctor."
He took his dishes to the sink, rinsed them off and stuck them in the dishwasher. Mom was upset about something, so it behooved him to clean up after himself. She put foil over the plate of hotcakes and slid it into the oven to keep warm.
"I'll go change into the clothes Carol bought me. Thanks for breakfast, Mom," he said. He didn't know what was up with mom but figured it might have something to do with last night's activities. Perhaps she felt remorse.
"Are you satisfied, dear?" she asked as he started walking out of the kitchen.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"It's just that Sam thought you might not be."
"Oh?" He was pleased Sam thought about him but was unsure of what the doctor meant. He saw mom blush brightly.
"When he found out we haven't ... done it ... he thought you must be very frustrated," she explained.
"Oh." Now it was his turn to blush. His respect for the doctor's wisdom soared. Imagine, Sam knew his deepest secret and seemed to understand it too.
Mom smiled shyly at him, walked over and took one of his hands. She led him into her bedroom. She dropped his hand and continued to the bed, saying, "Close and lock the door, dear. Your sister may be home anytime now."
It was news to him that Diane didn't come home last night. No wonder he'd slept through the night without a visit. It was in anticipation of a late-night visit he had worn the lacy panties.
"Hurry. We don't have much time."
She grabbed her gown in either hand, yanked it up her body, over her head and tossed it on the floor. She stood in just a pair of white cotton panties and her fluffy pink slippers. Her twin pink nipples stiff and erect showed her arousal or perhaps only the chill of the morning air.
"Get your clothes off silly."
His penis, which had been slumbering stirred as he stared at mom's pale naked flesh. He doffed his T-shirt quickly, then slid his shorts and panties down his legs as a unit. Mom watched as he stepped out of the shorts on the floor and came nearer. Her eyes fixed at groin level as his dick swelled. Conscious of his small size compared to her boyfriend, he hid it behind a hand.
"Don't be shy. It's beautiful," she said, smiling. She stepped forward, meeting him halfway.
Only two inches taller than mom; they stood almost eye-to-eye. Her eyes smiled as she moved his hand away from his penis. He closed his eyes when he felt her hand gently grip his growing erection. In moments it was hard as it had ever been before.
"Get on the bed, on your back," mom demanded.
He stepped to the bed and climbed on its rumpled sheets. He laid his head on one plump pillow. When he was turned away, she took off the panties. He could see the sparse patch of auburn hair atop her pussy mound. Mom climbed on the bed with both knees.
She moved her left leg across his naked body, so she was astride him with her knees at the sides of his waist. He wasn't supporting any of his mother's weight. She leaned down, putting a hand on either side of his head. The room felt suddenly hot, her big tits dangled down to his face. She swayed slowly from side to side, making each long nipple in turn scrape lightly against his lips.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked softly.
