"Have you any plans for Valentine's?" Julia Zhu asked her girlfriend's son as she ladled pancakes onto his plate.
*
"No, me and Sadie broke up," Terry Baxter replied, quickly filling his mouth with pancake so he didn't have to elaborate. It was a sore point, and he was a bit surprised his Mom hadn't mentioned it to Julia when she'd come over the night before so she didn't accidentally raise it. It wasn't like he'd been in love with Sadie or anything and he'd broken up with before, but she was the only girl in senior year who was willing to do anal and her ass was so fuckable he'd been be looking forward to ramming it again once they'd come back from their dinner date -- he'd have to remember to cancel the reservation.
"That's a shame, you seemed such a nice couple," replied Julia.
She seemed to be expecting a response, waiting until Terry had finished chewing expectantly. She'd been dating his Mom about three months, outwardly seeming like a demure, petite Chinese in her late twenties, almost stereotypically shy and quiet -- at least on the outside. He was tempted to go for another bite of pancake, but Julia was looking at him and waiting, so he said, "What about you and Mom, any plans?"
"We're just going to have a quiet night in," she answered. That was unlikely to be true, he'd heard Julia at night being fucked by his Mom and despite her reserved exterior, she was a screamer who wasn't exactly restrained about describing what she was wanting, and getting, from her girlfriend. Not that he was that interested, he and his Mom hadn't any secrets and if she wanted to ram her girlfriend's butt with a strap-on, he couldn't exactly blame her, if he was a lesbian he'd have happily done the same. He gave a nod and quickly wolfed in another bite, hoping that she wasn't trying to bond with him over breakfast, as he wasn't at his most charming until at least after nine and a couple of cups of coffee.
"Do you want some more pancakes?" Julia asked. This was the type of conversation that Terry liked, and it had to be said whilst Julia was lacking in the tits department, being almost as flat as the pancakes, she could certainly make them, which made up for a lot. He gave her a thumbs up and she scooped another one onto his plate.
He was saved from further breakfast conversation by the entry of his Mom into the kitchen. She bent down to kiss Julia as the twentysomething stood on her tiptoes to meet her older girlfriend's lips. At just over six feet Petra Hamilton could have almost been a professional athlete, at college she'd swum and played volleyball and had even tried out for a woman's professional soccer team, and whilst she'd not been successful in that she still kept herself in trim. She broke the kiss with her girlfriend and squeezed her ass as the younger woman turned back to the stove, making Julia squeak and giggle. "Morning," she said to her son, taking a seat at the table.
"Morning," her replied and then because Julia had already made him speak that morning he added, "The pancakes are good."
"Do you want some Petra?" asked Julia, not waiting for an answer before she was placing them on her girlfriend's plate.
The two Baxters ate as Julia bustled around, cleaning up the mess and putting away dishes that were no longer needed. She wiped her hands on her apron and then took it off, "I'm going to take a shower and put on my make-up," she said, bending down to kiss her girlfriend's forehead again, "He's free on Valentine's."
His Mom took another bite of the pancake and a sip of orange, "I told her you and Sadie had split up," she explained.
"It's not a secret," he replied, wondering if his Mom was about to offer up a homily about him being too good for her or something. He hoped not, he was pretty sure his Mom knew it was just about sex with his ex, but she'd obviously being talking about it with her squeeze and perhaps she did think he was smitten. He wasn't sure why she would though, they were open about sex and he'd made clear that the blonde cheerleader liked it in her ass, which was the main reason for his attraction to her.
Luckily she wasn't as she sipped her juice and said, "I'm going to miss you when you go to college."
"It's a few months," he said cheerfully, "I'm not going yet." Though even as he said the words he felt a rush of sorrow; his Dad had left when he was in kindergarten and apart from a semi-regular Christmas and Birthday card from him, it had just been him, his Mom and whichever hottie she'd been seeing at the time (and his Mom had seen some choice cuties, he had to admit, more than one straight girl had fallen for her charms, as well as plenty of good-looking lesbians).
"We should make them count," Petra said.
"Sure, yeah," Terry agreed, wondering what she had planned or indeed if she had nothing at all and was just thinking out loud. He certainly wouldn't mind spending time with his Mom, he wasn't exactly a Mommy's boy, he was too sporty, popular and confident to be tied to her apron, but he was certainly much closer to his single-Mom than his classmates were to their happily married ones.
"You enjoyed that threesome you had?" his Mom asked, she was certainly jumping about the subjects this morning, dredging up a conversation they'd had earlier in the senior year when he and buddy had tagged team a nerd from Math Club, who turned out to not be nearly as geeky as expected. "You'd have another one?"
"I did," he grinned as he remembered. Most guys would have embarrassed to mention it to their Mom (he was sure his buddy had kept it secret, as had the girl) he had told her over dinner whilst they were talking about his day; he was as proud of being that close to his Mom as he was of fucking the Math Club geek's cunt as his friend was being sucked off, probably prouder; how many other guys would be able to talk to their Mom about their sexploits and in turn be told about hers, and get hints on how to do even more. "I definitely do it again."
"I was talking to Julia about in bed last night; she's never had a threesome," my Mom said with a small smile. He knew his Mom had had several with various girlfriends and/or casual hook-ups; it was one of the reasons she'd encouraged him to try it himself, which was one of the many things he owed her. "She'd wants to try one. She's much more kinky than she looks."
That didn't surprise Terry, he didn't think his Mom was a woman who'd settle with someone who's sexual tastes were vanilla; too boring for more than a couple of weeks -- and anyway his Mom had previously mentioned some of the things they'd done, and if threesomes weren't among them, it probably wasn't because Julia was the unadventurous type. He waited for his Mom to continue, "So we're thinking about a threesome for Valentine's, much better than some flowers and wine."
"Yep, cheaper as well," grinned Terry, "You want me out of the way? Got anyone in mind for the third person?"
"I have," his Mom smiled, "You know Julia's bisexual?"
"Yeah, I think you mentioned she'd got ex-boyfriends," replied Terry, "You thinking of a guy?"
"I am," his Mom's beam got wider, as if there was a joke she wasn't yet letting him into.
Terry frowned briefly, as he thought; as far as he was aware (and he was certain his Mom would have told him if different) she hadn't fucked a guy since her marriage had ended, and didn't miss them either. "Who?"
"You," his Mom grinned. Before he could reply, she held up a hand to pause any objections, "I'm not asking for you to fuck me, because that would be weird." Terry nodded his agreement, his frown not dissipating, even if now it was for a different reason. His Mom carried on, "I'd be fucking Julia at the same time as you are, it would be like you and your buddy with that girl in your class."
"With some important differences," Terry replied.
"Didn't you say you enjoyed it and would do it again," his Mom said.
"I was thinking with another guy or at least someone who isn't my Mom," Terry said.
"Why?" his Mom grinned, "It'd be a great bonding experience, something we do together before you go away."
Terry leaned back, his frown slowly vanishing as he thought. It wasn't like he hadn't seen her naked before and she him, whilst they didn't go around in the nude, neither, with the two of them, did they lock the bathroom door or be shy when coming into the other's bedroom whilst changing. And she was right, he and his buddy were still talking about their spit-roast, and he was sure if they were meeting for a beer as retirees they'd still be reminding each other of that time; plus, Julia was fuckably hot. Sure, it was weird, but he wouldn't actually be fucking his Mom, so it wasn't incest (at least technically) and it wasn't like any of the three of them would be talking about it to anyone he knew.
"Okay, I'm in," he said to his Mom, "Let's do something we can remember for years to come."
"Good," she said, "Don't worry about buying flowers, I was going to get her some roses as well."
*
14th February came. Terry had a wrestling match after classes, so he wasn't back until after his Mom and Julia. All day he'd felt a mixture of trepidation and excitement, both for exactly the same reason -- fucking Julia with his Mom. They were close, much closer than most sons and Moms, but even so this was a new level and once they'd done it they could never go back, the moment they entered the bedroom and started to get undressed they were on a railway, come what may. That was scary, it was also exhilarating.
"I'm home," he called as he opened the back door and entered the kitchen.
On the counter was a vase with some red roses, together with a half-finished bottle of red wine with two empty glasses on the table. Terry got himself a clean one and uncorked it, pouring himself a generous helping.