A little while later, I was conscious again. My first thought was something along the lines of,
WOW GREAT NAP!
I was out for about forty five minutes looking at my watch. Mom I guess had woken up a few minutes before me and was lying with her head on my chest looking straight at me smiling in a wonderful warm way that said,
Hi handsome! Good to see you!
as she stroked my cock with one hand gently. Since then, we have made an art of wake up masturbation on each other part of our repertoire and bag of "marital" tricks over the years. She bent down and kissed me on the chest.
"Lunch? You look like you need a little fuel," she said to me in between chest kisses. I nodded. It had been a great nap but I was ready to eat something and not just mom! We sort of had to swim out of the bowl of pillows. It was a hell of a workout getting to the edge, and then once outside the bowl Mom trotted over and grabbed her pool bag and then we both went into the kitchen.
We did a lunch of hard boiled eggs and tuna salad; what mom called "Fuck Fuel!" I was hoping for something more along the lines of a giant subway or a tub of reheated frozen lasagna from the fridge but mom told me she didn't want me do what was coming next on a stomach that was too full; just fed! Ok, now I knew my Aunts were coming over but I guessed this was going to be more of a girl thing where the aunts and Mom sat around the pool and talked about women's crap, and my Aunt Sharon would tell a couple of boob or dick jokes that were lame as a three legged racehorse, and they would tan a bit and sip drinks and have me run and fetch stuff from the kitchen like I usually do when Mom is entertaining. Then they would get dressed up and head out with my Mom until two in the morning while I sit up watching movies or playing video games.
I mean YES, I had just fucked my mom....but the part of my brain that was used to adolescent disappointments was just as active as my balls. A part of me thought that Mom had too much weed over the last day and a half and was making a lot of shit up. What the hell, it got me laid and stoned right?
Let her tell her stories and get high and fuck me
, I figured! When my aunts arrived, it would be something different for a story. I couldn't have been
more wrong!
Anyhow Mom had me slug down three glasses of water and then did the same because she said she didn't want either of us to dehydrate after what we did this morning and for what was to come.
Huh?
Ok, so we were out back at the pool at noon-time, only Mom had me push a little booze caddie-on-wheels out to the lounge after I filled the bucket with ice. She came out a little bit after me with a shaker of martinis and her bag under her arm. She set everything down and dropped some ice from the caddy into the martini shaker and showed me what her muscles looked like as she stood there naked except for her jewelry, high heel shoes, and sunglasses, shaking the martinis and grinning in the bright sun.
"It's five o'clock someplace!" she quipped with a naughty wink. "Ian, grab a couple of glasses from the caddie and have some olives ready from the jar next to the glasses." I grabbed the glasses and retrieved the olives. She finished shaking and showing off her "girly guns", and then opened the shaker and poured into the first glass on the caddie, then the second. I plunked an olive into each one and then she interrupted me,
"Oh, ...one thing," she said taking the jar from me and pouring some olive juice into each glass, "I like my Martinis a little dirty. You learn these things when you tend bar while stripping!"
"Anything you don't like dirty Mom?"
"Not much! Clean is such a bore," she said punching me in the arm before handing me a glass,"now...cheers!"
We started to toast, I looked down at my drink while we did it afraid I might spill something. Mom corrected me.
"Look lover, if you are going to make a toast to a woman you are going to have sex with, make eye contact! It shows confidence and also if you toast without eye contact, its seven years bad sex! Do you want that?"
"Uh, ...nope," was all that could come out of my mouth.
"Then look at me," she scolded with a sweet condescending smile, "and try it again." A glass
clink
later staring into her baby blues and she nodded approvingly.
"Much better!" she said sounding satisfied and giving my butt a pat as she put her arm around my waist and hugged me close with one arm, sipping her drink.
"Mom, so where did you hear of this
seven years bad sex
thing?"
"Oh, I got it from your grandmother, Betty. She got it from her mother, -
my grandmother
Sabina. Oma Sabina came over from Germany with all kinds of crazy traditions that we learned about as kids!"
Mom set our drinks down on the caddie and then reached into her bag, pulling out a bottle of tanning oil. We spent the next minute slapping and swirling the slippery goo all over each other and taking extra time on our fun places. My boner started rising again and my mom's nippies looked like they could cut glass, - they pooched out with their little gold loops like two bulls with rings through their noses going to the state fair or something. I fuckin love it when they do that, especially when Ma has her tits all oiled up!