Brad's house was my second home. Brad and I had been best buddies since high school and both found jobs at the local appliance manufacturer's plant. Brad worked in shipping and I on the clothes dryer assembly line.
Life around our house was less than perfect. Mom and Dad were always squabbling about insignificant things. Pop was hitting the bottle pretty good and we did our best to stay out of his way when he got ornery. I usually sought asylum at Brad's.
Brad's parents were the opposite of mine, real "Leave it to Beaver" kind of mother and father. The atmosphere in the Nelson household was one of love and happiness.
Brad had a younger sister who had just turned eighteen. Sarah was cute, a freckle face redhead like her mom with a bubbly personality. Sarah was a bit of a tomboy choosing to hang out with Brad and I rather than other girls.
Although we were less than two years older than Sarah she looked upon us as her heroes and tried to please us in any way she could.
Brad's mother Kathy is a good-looking woman. In her early forties she still has a good figure, large breasts and slightly flared hips from childbirth with radiant red hair and iridescent green eyes. Brad and Sarah had inherited many of their mom's genes.
Brad's father Stan was an area manager for a large auto exhaust chain and spent a lot of time on the road.
It was a Thursday afternoon and Brad and I had finished work and were sitting in Brad's room listening to music and sharing a joint.
While we were vegetating Brad's mom entered the room with some of Brad's laundry.
"You better not let your father catch you smoking that." Kathy warned her son.
"Do you want a toke Mrs. Nelson?" I asked.
Brad looked at me terror stricken, I had just asked his mother if she wanted to smoke weed!
"No thanks Gordon." Kathy politely declined.
"C'mon Kathy, I bet you toked in high school?" I persisted.
Brad was really confused; I was trying to get his mother to smoke up while calling her by her first name.
"O.K., just a drag." Kathy Okayed.
Brad sat amazed as his mother took a deep drag on the joint.
It was no hard to get Kathy to take another drag and then another, holding each one in her lungs to get the maximum effect. In no time she was buzzed.
As Kathy begin to mellow her body started to sway with the music.
"Do a dance for us Mrs. Nelson." I urged.
As Brad watched his mother transformed into a writhing seductress.
Kathy was wearing a conservative housedress covered with ting green flowers. It had a high neckline and fell to below her knees but the way her hips moved beneath the smooth material was sensuous.
Kathy pinched the skirt of her dress between her thumbs and index fingers and saucily raised the hem enough to reveal the hem of her slip and nylon covered legs.
Brad watched in disbelief as his mother entranced us with her body.
Gradually she raised her dress and slip higher and higher until her well-filled white panties were visible. She wore thigh high nylons held by an old fashion garter belt. Her long shapely legs reminded me of the Vargas girls of the sixties.
"Mom!" Brad moaned in embarrassment.
"Don't be such a prude Brad!" Kathy scolded flaunting her silk covered womanhood before us.
Getting up to join Kathy I took her in my arms to dance. While Brad watched I slipped my hand inside his mother's panties and filled it with the soft flesh of her buttocks. I squeezed her supple ass as she begins to gyrate against me.
It was a surrealistic marijuana induced world as I held my friend's mother in my arms while she grinds her womanhood against my throbbing bulge.
Kathy continued her dance as my other hand went up and I slid her panties down over her generous hips. She was a natural woman and continued to push her hairy crotch against my trousers while her son watched.
Letting her panties fall around her ankles I busied myself freeing my raging hard on from my pants. With her son watching Kathy's cunt consumed my cock.
We fucked as we moved slowly about, a few feet in front of her son. Kathy was cock starved and her pussy mangled my cock with endless contractions and spasms.
Firmly imbedded in her my hands unfastened her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. The loosen garment fell to her waist revealing her very well filled bra. The bra popped as I released the tension and carefully freed her massive breasts.
Her breasts must have been 38C or D, pale white covered with a sprinkle of orange freckles. Her three inch pink aureoles were the bases of large pencil erasure shaped teats rising temptingly out. My hand cupped her huge mammary as if weighing it.
Kathy's dress fell to the floor leaving her naked save for her nylon stockings and garter belt. Brad could not take his eyes off us as I fucked his mother in the dance of love.
Kathy was so swallowed up in her joy she showed no reserve in fornicating n front of her son. Brad just shrunk into his chair as his mother squirmed on my cock.
"Cum in me Gordie!" Kathy begged as she approached her orgasm.