"Mom why do you dress like that all the time?"
"It's comfortable. I like my sweats and t shirts. Why, how do you think I should dress?"
"I don't know, you used to dress up all the time, now you dress like an old grandmother."
"That's when I was still working at your Dad's office. After he died and we lost what was left of the company, there just wasn't reason any more."
"You spend all that time in the gym though."
"Well, I have to stay healthy."
"Yeah, I know, but I see you in those leotards and wonder why you hide it all over these frumpy clothes."
"Harold, I'm your mother. You shouldn't be saying that kind of thing. Do I need to keep the gym door closed when I'm down there?
"Oh, c'mon Mom, you look great for 38 and no one but me knows."
"Who else should know?"
"I don't know, you never date or anything. Maybe if you changed what you wear?"
"If I wanted to date, I would. But I don't and that's enough of this conversation."
It was true. She hadn't show interest in anybody for years and hardly ever left the house expect to shop for food and other basic needs. She had no social life at all. No friends. She may be 38 outside, but she acted more like 68.
She wasn't always like that, but the last few years had been hard on us and it was all we could do to keep the house that was really too big for us now. I kind of wanted to move, but I'd just started a new job that had a good future if I stayed at it. I wasn't long out of school and wanted to stay here to save up and be with what friends I had after school was done.
"Yeah, OK, I've got some stuff to do anyways. Oh, hey, Tom and Dick are coming over later to watch a movie, is that OK?"
"Yeah, I guess. You should have told me sooner though. There isn't much left to serve guests."
"No problem, they're bringing pizza and drinks."
"OK, fine, I can find something to go with that."
"Oh and Mom...?"
"What?"
"Could you wear a dress at least?"
"STOP! NOW!"
"Yeah, OK. I just don't want them to think I'm living with my grandmother."
I went off to work for the day and was sort of mad in a way. I hadn't expected her to act like that when I was trying to build up her confidence.
The guys showed up later and while messing around trying to get the movie to play, one of them found an old photo album.
"Hey, what's this?"
"I don't know, let me see it."
How had I never seen this in all the years of living here? I thumbed through it and it was mostly hot rod type cars Dad used to have. He'd take some of them to local cars shows and won some prizes.
Yeah, I remembered the cars in the garage I was never allowed to go in without him. I remember how protective he was of them and how we always have to use the old station wagon for everything.
One picture caught our eye. There was a dynamite brunette in a bikini leaning across the hood of the old GTO. Definitely the centerfold type that would show up and model beside the cars to get their pictures taken. But there was something familiar about this one. I squinted my eyes and took a closer look at the old partially faded picture. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks.
"HOLY SHIT!!! MOM!???!!!"
She thought I was calling her in from the other room and yelled back.
"What honey?"
I felt her behind me looking over my shoulders.
"Is this you?"
"Oh yeah, that was a long time ago, I'd almost forgotten. We used to go to a lot of those shows. Where'd you find this book anyways?"
"Dick found it laying behind the TV."
"Hmm, I guess it fell back there. Oh, well."
"Why didn't I know about this?"
"It was a long time ago when we were still dating, long before you were born. When you came along it all stopped and the cars got parked in the garage."
I turned the page and there were several more, some in glamorous gowns, others in bikinis."
"Wow, Mrs C. you were really pretty."
"Shut up Tom." I scolded, but yeah, he was right.
On the next page, the cars were gone. So were the gowns. It was all bikinis and other swim wear and some skimpy dresses. The pictures looked like they were from a catalog page.
"You were a model?"
"Yeah, for a couple of years. They pay wasn't great, but we got to travel a lot. I'm not sure your friends should be looking at these though."
She reached over and tried to grab the album, but Dick blocked her reach.
"Aww, Mrs C, these are great, you looked really hot!"
I punched his arm.
"Hey, c'mon, let's see what's next.'
I heard Mom grown and complain again in protest.
When he turned the next page I knew why she didn't want us to see it. The bikini tops were gone and she was just in panties with her breasts in full view.
"Shit" was all she said.
The guys had some other words that rhymed. "Mrs C, your TITS
are spectacular!!
I had to admit, there were pretty great.
It took a minute to settle in that me and my friends were looking at naked pictures of my Mom while she was standing behind us blushing.
"I really don't want you to turn that next page Dick."
Mom was protesting, but not very loudly and the tone of her voice had changed from admonishment to embarrassment.
As the page was turned, the room fell totally silent. Now the panties were gone and my Mom's full bush was on display. There were even a couple of closeups with her fingers showing laying in her pubic hair.
"I forgot he kept those," she moaned in disgust.
"OK, that's enough," she said and she came around the front of the couch and grabbed the book away from Tom.
He pulled it back and she lost her balance. Stumbling she fell down on the couch between my two friends. Trying to stand up again, she found herself seated between them. They moved closer to her and she was almost trapped.
They opened the photo album again, held it between them over her lap and flipped the page. It couldn't have been more odd. She was seated between two guys, just as she was now on the couch between my friends. But in the picture she was naked and holding their cocks. Neither of them was my Dad.
She was now holding her head in her hands almost in full resignation.
"OK, guys, go ahead, you might as well see the rest."
The rest was more than any of us expected. Fully explicit showing her handling and sucking them, them straddling them and taking them inside her, while apparently my Dad was taking the pictures.
"Are you all happy now?"
Dick dug into the pizza and handed my Mom a piece as if nothing had happened. Tom poured some of the soda into some glasses and passed them to each of us. Me, I don't know what I was doing. Losing my mind I guess. I noticed Dick's hand on my Mom's knee, her bare knee. How has I not noticed my Mom was wearing a dress for the first time since I could remember. Basically a very long t-shirt, but still a dress. A dress that seemed to be getting hiked up some as she sat as more and more of her legs were showing by the minute.
She managed to take a bite of pizza, but a long string of cheese stretched over her cheek and lips. Tom cleaned it up for her... with his lips. He ate the cheese off my mother's face, all but kissing her in the process.
Maybe accidentally, maybe intentionally, she spilled some of drink and her thin T-shirt dress was now quite wet and clinging to her bosom.
Dick grabbed a napkin and tried to dry it. His hands wandered all over my Mom's chest in the process. Her nipples let us all know she didn't mind. She was moaning and Tom's hand was way above mid thigh.
Mom stood up and in a single move lifted the garment over her head, leaving her in only in very skimpy panties. She sat back down between them and taking their hands, she placed them on her naked breasts.
She looked down at Tom's lap. Apparently his cock head was making an appearance and she suggested he do some thing about it. He stood up in front of her to pull them up, only to have her reach out and yank them down.
'Your turn Dick. Show Mommy your dick."
The scene was repeated as he stood up and she pulled his pants down, but this time she made sure to stroke his cock.
"Mmm, that's a nice one. I'll bet it tastes good too."
He sat down beside her and just took both of their cocks in her hand, just as in the picture.
"Pity you don't have a camera son."
I took out my phone and she smiled and nodded.
"But son, I think you should take your pants off for me also"
I did as my mother asked and then clicked a picture of the three of them as she smiled broadly.
"Sweetheart, I'd like you to do one more thing for me."
She stood up and walked over to me, then turned to face them.
"Take your mother's panties off for your friends, OK?
You have to do what your mother tells you to do, don't you?
She turned back to me and kissed me on the lips.
"Thank you son, I hope you enjoy the show."
She sat back between them and spread her legs as wide as she could over their laps. The years of Yoga were evident and she was almost able to do a full split with ease. My friend's hands wasted no time getting to my mother's naked cunt so lewdly displayed to me. She laid back against the couch and blew me another kiss as she let herself be consumed by the scene and their hands probing into her wetness.
Changing positions, she was able to lay down across Dick's lap and suck Tom's cock.
Dick got up and moved in front of her. Tom held her and he slipped easily into my mother as I watched. It wasn't long before he tensed up and came in her. It was Tom's turn to fuck my mother and I moved in to get a closer look (and picture) as his cock disappeared into her.
After he dumped his load into her, she looked at me, crooked her finger and summoned me to my place between her open legs.
"Now listen to me very carefully Son. Do as I say, or you'll never get another chance. Come closer, almost touching me, but let me do all the work."
She leaned forward enough to get her hands on my cock and stroked it. She pulled me to touch her slit.
"That's as far as you go. Do not push into me. Let your cum splash on your mother's pussy but nothing more."
One or two more strokes and my spew landed in her pubic hair. Her hands let go of me and she spread my seed all over her, even pushing a bit between her lips.
She stood up and hugged me with her naked, cum covered body.
"I'm sorry Son, but that's it. You can watch your friends have sex with me, but you never can. I hope you understand. I'll make sure you get off one way or another, but your cock can never go into me."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that in front of the guys.
"I mean it. If you slip up and lose control, even briefly, this all ends. And I don't think your friends will like that."
Turning to Tom and Dick, "Guys, that's all for tonight. I'm going to bed, you can show yourselves out. Leave the pizza. I'll be hungry in the morning."
"Oh, one more thing. Can you be back Friday?"
"Sure, can we bring a friend?"
She walked over to Tom, grabbed him by the cock and squeezed. "You think I'm enough of a slut than you can just casually ask me if you can bring a friend to fuck me?"
