Hope everyone enjoys this one. The first parts are a little light on the incest, but enough that it falls in that category. If you are a person who is going to complain or One Star me for having stuff that you don't like, instead of just leaving like most people, then check the tags for your "warnings". Don't say I didn't try to give you a heads up.
The Guy from Defluer
Part 1
I was just about to drift off to sleep when mom and what sounded like a dozen of her friends came in. My eyes shot open and stayed that way as I glared at the ceiling. I had to visit my dad in the morning, bright and early to make it to his place at the "right" time or he'd bitch. Very aware of the irony here, a turn-around of when I used to have friends over for sleep-overs and mom or dad would yell at us for being too loud too late at night. Now I was laying here wondering if I was going to have to treat mom to the same experience. Dad was gone (like divorced gone) but I doubted I'd ever get this kind of turn around on him. He was a bit boring, not a big drinker at all (not that mom normally was but) the most dad ever had was one and then he was done.
It wasn't random and out of nowhere that they were all here. Our house was just a couple blocks away from the (decent) bars in Defluer, so it had been the meeting place and the departure zone where all the ladies came back too. The single ones to sober up some before going home. The ones with husbands (still) would just have their spouses pick them up. Mom had done it twice before but it had not been as many people, or a thing as I'd not had to do anything the next morning.
"Let's face it," Came a familiar voice, it sounded like Mrs. Cortez, mom's friend and co-worker who had just found out her husband was cheating on her. The lady whose sorrows they had all gone out together to drown with lots of booze. "Maybe Miguel was right to upgrade with a younger woman." There were already boos and denials of that but Mrs. Cortez went on. "We're all old now ladies. So of us, out for what? Six hours, and the only one of us who got hit on was Theresa."
"He wasn't hitting on me! We used to work together and... He knows I'm married." I knew why Theresa had been hit on, of all mom's co-workers she was easily the hottest. Long brown hair, pretty gray-green eyes, a beautiful face, and a really nice body. She was a Grade A MILF. I wouldn't ever hit on her, because she was mom's friend and I really liked her husband Greg. But I certainly ogled her up as much as I could without being creepy. "He wasn't!"
"He was totally hitting on you." One of the other women said.
Out there was basically mom's whole office. Fifteen women had been in the house earlier, ranging from mid-thirties to early sixties. I had been told names but really besides Mrs. Cortez (Because she was the reason for the night of drink.) and Theresa who I already knew I hadn't remembered any. The names of the others had gone in one ear and gone out the other. Not, Mrs. Cortez who had come over right out of work for mom and Theresa to pick out what dress she was going to wear. Of course my opinion was sought out and I had judged the green and black one, with hints of Asian influence as the best one. Hugging her ample backside and showing off LOTS of generous cleavage, lots and lots in her case.
"He was totally hitting on you." Another agreed.
"I don't think so." Theresa almost sounding pouty about it, probably feeling like an outsider because she had gotten hit on, because she wasn't an average Defluer housewife who wouldn't get hit on in bars.
"How about this? Yes or no it was the only guy that approached us all night?" Mrs. Cortez didn't seem jealous so much as saddened by it.
"I even took my ring off for a little while to... Try and draw some guys in." Another woman said, getting laughter and thanks from a couple of the others including mom and Mrs. Cortez.
"What would you have done if a guy had come up and hit on you?" Another asked that woman.
"I don't think any of those guys would." The married woman who had taken her ring off sounding bashful at the admission.
"IF, what would you have done IF it happened. Hypothetical."
"And he was cute?"
"Like a seven or eight?"
Another jumped in with, "It's hypothetical, so why not a nine or ten?"
"Well if it's a nine or ten then it's probably a gigolo or a private investigator my husband hired, no way I'm pulling a nine or a ten." The ring removing lady said, getting a laugh. "I would say no either way, hubby doesn't let me out of the house with enough cash to pay for a gigolo. The private investigator wouldn't go all the way, he'd just tease me, get me so far and then go tattle tale on me. Either way not worth it."
After the laughter mom asked, "What if it was a Defluer Nine?"
"What's a Defluer Nine?"
"Like because Defluer is such a small town, you start to see people as hotter than they would be in... say in... Cedar Rapids or another big town." Mom clarified, my mom! A lot of the women Ohhed as they understood.
"I don't know, as a Defluer five..." This got denials and debate if the woman was a Defluer seven or eight. "Oh thanks girls!"
"You know who is a Defluer Ten?" Mrs. Cortez asked, the room hushing, in preparation from a drunk admission of a crush, or maybe a joke.
"Mr. Lambert? Please don't say you've been in Defluer that long that Mr. Lambert..." Mr. Lambert was mom's... well all their boss, whoever spoke got cut off.
"He's got a good butt," To that all of them agreed even if reluctantly. Mrs. Cortez went on, "It isn't Mr. Lambert or anybody at the office. The Defluer Ten is... Oh my god I can't believe I'm going to say this! It's June's son Joey!"
They were talking about me! I was Joey, my mom was June.
A hint of laughter escaped me, a start of one, before the room erupted. Not with laughs but with total agreement. There was some apologies to mom about being in agreement with Mrs. Cortez, including from Mrs. Cortez, but otherwise the group sounded unanimous. Sure they were mostly mature ladies who were married or had the look of librarians (Not the porn-star ones with just a pair of glasses and a button up blouse to make them 'unattractive'.) but it was still a fucking compliment. I strained to hear what Theresa said, but if she agreed or not I didn't pick out her voice.
"Oh, thanks ladies. He really is a beautiful boy, ever since he started working with my brother that last bit of cute boy-fat has dropped off him. He's looking like such a man lately. A couple of times I've seen him and thought he was his dad, but like back when we first got married. When we were happy and..." I could tell mom knew she shouldn't say it, but being around her friends and with some booze in her she couldn't keep it in. "And he was banging my brains out three or four times a day." There was some oohs and laughter, somebody asked mom if dad was big or small. "He was big enough, average I guess but he would get hard with just a few touches, even if it was the third or fourth time that day. And if he'd already gotten off? He had stamina for days!"
There were more cat calls and laughter. At the end mom's voice had a delighted shiver to it, making it clear those were very very fond memories. I couldn't even think of dad (Bald and always wearing readers.) ever being into sex, for sure I couldn't imagine him being good at it. I'd seen pictures of them at their wedding, indeed I did look like dad back then. Minus the ridiculous fashion and that dad, at only twenty, was already visibly losing his hair. (Luckily mine was still going strong.) And now I knew the reason for the weird looks mom had recently been giving me when I'd turned around, a kind of dazed smile that took several seconds to be blinked away. She was thinking of dad! Of dad back when he'd bang her brains out three or four times a day! Jesus!
I expected a shudder or a frown at that concept, but I was laying in the safety of my own bed, nobody to judge me but me. Mom wasn't as hot as Theresa, but in those pictures and even still I thought her a very beautiful woman. She'd had some dates and one serious boyfriend since dad and her divorce. The serious guy was my sister's ex-boyfriend's dad. My sister had not been okay with that, even though they were LONG broke up. I tried to tell mom to ignore her, that it was Defluer and Janet was a slut (I didn't say that but I eluded to it and mom knew.) so there were very few people in Defluer that Janet hadn't "dated" a relative of. But mom relented and called it off, even knowing in a few months Janet would be leaving town anyway and so would not really know if mom kept dating him one way or the other.
The more I thought about Mom, the more I thought about her. She was really nice looking, she was short and rather pretty. With her light brown hair dyed blonde which really worked for her. Since dying her hair and exchanging glasses for contacts she had changed from looking like a pretty bookworm to the woman you'd expect to get cast as the mother of the popular girl in a high school movie. Pretty enough that you saw where her daughter got her looks from, but also modest enough that you could see why her daughter was the boss. Mom had never been overweight but she had taken up jogging with me. (I had needed to because when I started working with her brother I had nearly died, luckily there was winter lay-offs and I had time to get into some kind of shape before spring pick up.) She was rather trim now, truthfully a couple times she'd gotten ahead of me and I had done nothing but admire her form.
"Do you think he takes after his dad? Maybe Sonia should go in there and touch him a few times, get his motor going." Somebody said.
"Oh my god! That's June's son!" Sonia Cortez said but with a quavery delighted laugh. "Plus I doubt he would get hard for my old fat ass."
"You're not old! I'm old! If you're old then I'm ancient and I can't be ancient because I drank WAY more than you kids." I think that was one of the sixty-somethings, I just couldn't grab her name from my memory.
"You're not fat either." A bunch of them said, Mrs. Cortez was certainly a curvy woman, maybe some of my friends would call her fat but I wouldn't. I didn't think of her that way. Not at all, I had struggled not to look at her large tits and extra generous ass in the tight green and black dress she'd been wearing so well. Others added, "You're curvy!" And "Voluptuous maybe but not fat."
"He might not think so." Mom said, all of them hushed, listening. "His last girlfriend, well the one before the last one, he's single now." There was oohs and aahs at that comment a couple of them whispered stuff like, "There you go Sonia, single!" Mom went on. "She was actually probably bigger than you."
"No, really?"
"Yes, a hundred percent." No she wasn't, I thought, at mom's incorrect confirmation but it wasn't that important. Besides the fact that my ex did not have the tits that Mrs. Cortez did.
"There you go Sonia!"
"So would you be mad if she went in there, he is in his bedroom right? That was his car out there?"
"It is his car and he probably is in there, sleeping. He's got to get up early in the morning." Mom answered.
