The last thing I remembered was Mary going into her Mom's room, and I had closed my eyes as I replayed the last few weeks over in my head, trying to figure out where this had gone off the rails, and the next thing I remembered was I woke up to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. I looked around, a bit unsure where I am, and see I am on the sofa, lying down, covered in a blanket. Last night came back to me, and I remembered sitting there thinking the night before. I must have dozed off or passed out, or whatever you might call it, but I certainly had crashed on the sofa. I must have really been out of it, or Mary would have gotten me to bed.
I opened one eye, and had to squint to see clearly, glancing over towards where the noise of the vacuum is emanating from. Brandi was across the room, her back to me, running the cleaner. She was wearing shorts that really show off the contours of her full ass, showing every curve, and a halter top, quite loose but looks very comfortable. I focused on her ass as she bent and stepped around to move the vacuum, enjoying the view of her larger and wider butt compared to Mary's, thinking about how it might feel as I slide my hard cock into it from behind.
Wait! Did I just imagine fucking Brandi for real? Not just as Mary's role playing? And while she is doing housework? And how do I face her, look at her after last night? Fucking in the open while saying how much I want to fuck HER, then kissing her like I did while still naked after sex with her daughter? Do I talk to her "...about last night..."? How to even start that conversation? Ignore it like nothing happened? I could feel my face flush slightly as I started to feel a bit of embarrassment, and I could also feel the after effects of the alcohol on my body. Surprisingly, I was not in as bad of shape as I should have been, but I certainly felt a slight headache starting, and my mouth was definitely dry. I continued to stare at Brandi's backside as I tried to decide whether to get up or stay lying down until Mary gets up. Let her deal with it, and push that conversation to her. Or at least get the lowdown from her talk last night first. I glanced over at our bedroom door, which is closed.
I contemplated getting up and heading into the bedroom, but I decided to wait until Brandi left the room so I could avoid the situation, totally not letting cowardice take control. I looked towards the bedroom door again, and then glanced back at Brandi. She was looking at me, and turned off the cleaner.
"Good morning sleepyhead. It's almost 10AM, you know."
I grunted a "Good morning Mom," in reply and closed my eyes, hoping that maybe I could fake sleep and she'll go away. No such luck.
"I made some coffee. You want a cup?"
"Sure, Mom, thanks." I mumbled. I guess I was getting up. I sat up while she headed into the kitchen. I was ready to pull the blanket off when I realized I am still naked. "And some ice water, please?" I covered up, and started to think about my escape plan.
Brandi brought over a coffee and a small glass of water. "Here you go, dear. You need an aspirin?"
I downed the water in one swig. Oh, that tasted great! "No, I don't think so. Not feeling as bad as I probably should."
Brandi smirked. "Worked off the alcohol, I suppose."
I dropped my eyes. Here we go. "Yeah, I guess we shouldn't stay until close anymore," I said wryly, trying to loosen the tension that I felt. Brandi didn't seem to be tiptoeing around like I expected. Women seem to handle the most unusual situations so much better than I ever could. I don't know how they process things so much better. Maybe it's genetics, maybe it's their closer connection to their emotions, or at least, their better ability to access them or admit the truth of them, rather than denying they exist at all.
"Oh, it wasn't all that bad. You want some more water?"
"Sure," I responded, taking a sip of coffee. I realized I really had to pee. I looked around for my clothes while Brandi refilled the water glass.
"Looking for your clothes? They smelled like smoke from the club, so they are in the wash." Brandi said, reading the situation perfectly as I looked around for anything to put on.
"Oh. OK. Thanks." I still had to pee. Oh well. She's seen me naked before. I threw off the blanket and headed into the bathroom to relieve myself and brush my teeth. I ran my hands over my pubic hair, and came away with some wetness. I brought it to my nose, it was definitely Mary's pussy juices still lingering. I take a deep sniff, and felt some movement down there, remembering that I was getting hard and horny when I fell asleep and did not finish again. Plus, being slightly hungover, my body was crying for the endorphins that come with sexual arousal. I put the thought away, and thought, well, maybe I can wake up Mary for a morning quickie.
I stepped out of the bathroom, and headed across the hall to the guest room. The door did not budge. Door was locked. What the hell? Goddamit. I knocked softly. I heard Mary deep breathing. Not a snore. But definitely a deep sleep sound. I let her sleep, and figured I will just sit on sofa under the blanket sipping my coffee until she woke up.
I walked back to the living room, and the blanket is gone! I heard Brandi coming back up the stairs. Maybe she had the clothes from last night with her? I sat down, trying to make my cock as unobtrusive as possible. Brandi walked in, saw me naked, and gave me an arched eyebrow questioning look.
"Mary locked the bedroom door." I said sheepishly. "Sorry."
Brandi smiled, almost giggled. "I saw more than that last night!" Like it was all just a goofy prank. That was not a prank, that was her being included in my wife and I's erotic adventures, and it was both an intense and touching situation and I was embarrassed as all heck that it happened like that. I feel my face flushing again.
"Uh, yeah, about that..." I started, stammering a bit.
Brandi interrupted me. "Don't mention it. Mary has a way with getting men to do what she wants, especially when it is things they don't want to do. She always has."
I smiled. "That's for sure. I would do anything for her."
"That's what worries me," she said, stopping in front of me, looking down at me. I look up at her, following her legs up to her thicker thighs, full and pressed together where her shorts contained her essence, and I focused on her mound, is there anything hotter than a woman's mound? Up from there, over the top of her shorts, her puffy belly slightly indented from the elastic band of the shorts, past her large boobs, and I stared at her face. So much like Mary, that haircut, that body, those eyes. I can feel my cock moving a bit.
"...and excites me," she continued as I ogle her. "I was so flattered last night, with the dancing, and the kiss, and then watching you two, hearing what you were saying, imagining being appreciated like that. I almost started believing it."
"Mom, I..."
"Let me finish." I stopped talking, and look directly into her eyes. "I was a bit overwhelmed. I haven't been touched or kissed like that in ten years. When you kissed me like a woman, not like a mother in law, I felt something I hadn't in a long time. And it hit me that I had lost all this time, that I had given up, that I wasted these years feeling sad, feeling lonely, feeling inadequate and ugly. That's why I ran away. Regret. Regret at the path I had chosen, what I have been missing. Seeing you two lost in each other was a turn on, yes, but it woke me up."
"Mom, I'm so sorry. Maybe sleeping dogs were best left lying." I dropped my head down, in shame. Our actions had upset her balance in life. We had turned her comfortable life into one of need and desire, rather than contentment.
"Stop that!" Brandi scolded me. "Don't you DARE feel sorry for me. Better late than never. Seeing Mary's face as she came while you were fuc...uh inside her, I felt alive again, a tingling I had forgotten about. And then that kiss blew me away, and those things you said!!! That blew my mind. So sexy and depraved, but in a good way. Do you really do that stuff? To her, you know?"
