Our Family Commune

My two sisters and I moved in with our mother to save money. We quickly discovered other benefits of living and playing together. It all started a few months ago when I proposed the idea at a family get together.

Peggy popped the cork on another bottle of champagne. The cork ricocheted off the ceiling. We all laughed. Starting our third bottle, everything seemed funny.

It was the first time we'd all been together since Christmas. We lived within an hour of each other, texted and emailed semi-regularly but just never got together. Our sister Cathy's divorce was final today. Mom thought she'd need support from her family so had invited us all to her house.

Actually, Cathy was in a great mood, relieved that it was finally over.

Her opening toast was "Here's to good riddance of bad rubbish."

She was the last of us to divorce. Mine was a few months ago, Mom's last year and Peggy's a couple years ago. It wasn't that we married young, we were all out of college, it's just that we aren't good at picking partners and some of them and us weren't good at the monogamy thing. Mom hung in the longest.

The conversation, actually more like the chatter had been pretty light all evening.

Cathy held up the last piece of pizza, said, "Champagne and pizza, food of the God's."

Mom asked, "Should I order some more?"

We all shook our heads, no.

Mom said authoritatively, "Just so you all know, no one's driving anywhere. There's plenty of room, you'll all stay here tonight."

Peggy says, "I'm tall tight."

Mom laughs, "Yeah you sound tall tight. Don't make me take away your keys."

We sat in silence for a while.

I looked at Cathy, said, "On a serious note, what are you going to do with your house? Are you planning on selling it?"

"I'm not sure. I love it but it's really more house than I need. I can afford the mortgage, but it won't leave a lot of discretionary money. I'll just have to tighten my belt and be careful."

Peggy said, "I know what you mean. By the time I pay my mortgage, utilities, taxes and buy food there's nothing left for fun. I just live paycheck to paycheck."

I chimed in, "I hear your pain. I'm flat-out house poor."

Everyone added comments. I'd like to buy a new car. I'd like to be able to take a real vacation. I'd like to be able to afford eggs. The egg comment drew laughter.

I said, "I've been thinking about this quite a while. We live in the best climate in the country. We have beaches, mountains, of course desert, loads of entertainment and other attractions. We have it all, our problem is we can't afford to enjoy much of it. One income just can't handle our house payments."

Peggy, "So what do we do, downsize? Move to a small apartment? Move out of state?"

I said, "It's probably the champagne talking but I'm gonna tell you my idea. You'll probably think I'm crazy but hear me out."

Cathy, "We all know you're crazy with or without champagne."

Everyone chuckled.

I asked, "What if we team up? For example, what if Cathy and I sell one of our houses? That should be easy. The price of real estate is skyrocketing, it's a sellers' market. So, we sell one house and move in together and share housing expenses, mortgage, utilities, upkeep etc. Right off the bat we've each cut our housing costs in half. We'd be able to breathe again."

Cathy, "I like the sound of half a mortgage payment. It has a pleasant ring to it. And actually, Peg and I have discussed moving in together."

Peggy, "Yeah, we have. It does make some sense. If I could cut my mortgage payment, I could replace my old clunker."

Laughing she adds, "And afford to buy meat and eggs."

Mom says, "Well, I haven't wanted to worry you all, but I'm in the same boat too. My alimony ends soon and there's no way I can afford to stay here on my salary."

I said, "Ok then here's something else to consider. What if all three of us sell our houses? We can move in here with Mom and split her payment 4 ways. We'll have some cash in the bank and cut our monthly nut a bunch. We'll have our own little family commune, and Mom won't have to move."

Peggy, "Sounds a little crowded to me?"

Me, "It might be a little crowded but think about it. The house has 3 big bedrooms plus a mother-in-law suite with a kitchen. This place is huge."

Peggy. "Don't forget the pool house, it's got a little kitchen too. But the idea is a bit wild. There's a lot of details to talk about. Mom, what do you think?"

We all looked at Mom. She was wiping tears.

I said, "Mom I'm sorry I brought this up. Just forget everything we've said. Please don't cry."

She brushed away a tear, said, "I'm not upset. I'm happy. Just thinking that we would all be together and I won't have to move gives me joy. I have some friends that were about to lose their home, and their kids moved in with them. It worked good for them. If some or all of you decide to do it, it'll be fine with me. We can make it work. But you all need to take some time and think it over it'd be a big change."

Over the next month or so we exchanged numerous group texts and actually called each other frequently. My idea was getting legs. One evening the girls and I got together at my house and talked into the wee hours. Cathy made a pro and con list. By the time we broke up we'd crossed off most of the cons. We worked through a lot of logistics. Both girls wanted their own kitchen so Peggy picked the mother-in-law suite and Cathy picked the pool house. That left me with the two bedrooms, which was fine with me. As they were leaving, I told them I was ready to make the move. I had already called a realtor friend. They both said they were seriously considering it but wanted to talk to an attorney first. We all agreed that it was a good idea.

The next morning, I signed the listing. She showed the house three times on the first day. All three made over full price offers. I was ecstatic. I accepted the cash offer. They wanted a quick closing. I was in business.

I told the girls and met with Mom. I agreed to pay half the mortgage, utilities and upkeep. I sold some of my stuff, gave some away and put the rest in storage. I moved into the pool house temporarily until the girls made a decision.

It was evening when I hauled some of my stuff into Mom's.

She helped me get organized then said, "It's a beautiful evening let's go for a swim."

I agreed. I ordered some Cuban sandwiches and fried plantains from a local eatery.

She went in the house, returned in her bathing suit carrying a couple bottles of Prosecco, said, "I'm so excited you're finally here. We're going to celebrate."

I stuck a bottle in the fridge and opened the other. We swam and played in the pool, enjoyed our sandwiches and sipped the bubbly for a while. We finished a bottle and moved to lounges. I opened the second bottle and filled our glasses.

Mom was giggling, said. "I feel like a newlywed. How about a dance? I haven't danced in forever."

She fiddled with her phone, soon we had music. We danced, laughed and continued the champagne. She preferred slow songs holding me tight against her. The last couple of tunes she had her arms around my neck, head on my chest slowly swaying.

I had just stowed the dead soldier in the trash when she said. "I'm a little woozy. Think it's time for me to say good night."

I said, "I need to whiz. After that, I'll walk you to your room."

I took care of business. When I came out, she was lying on my bed, naked. Her bathing suit was on the floor. She was on her side, on top of the covers.

She was breathing and softly snoring, which I took as a good sign. I tried to talk to her but she was obviously out cold. I stood and stared. I had never seen her naked. She had nice boobs. They weren't large but perfectly shaped with perky nipples. The skin on her torso was smooth but pale in contrast to her tanned legs and shoulders, her butt was round and firm, her legs well-muscled and toned. Her feet and tiny polished toes were cute.

I tried once again to wake her. No response. I took a blanket from the closet, covered her, turned out the lights and made my way to her room. I stripped off my swim trunks and settled into her bed. I inhaled her scent as I drifted off to sleep.

I heard her voice as I awakened.

She was standing next to the bed in a short nightgown. My eyes travelled from those cute feet up her long legs. She was smiling as she asked how I was feeling.

"I, I I'm okay. How are you?"

"A little hung over but fine."

"Yeah, me too."

I sat up and tossed the covers back, forgetting that I was naked. I quickly covered up.

She giggled and asked, "What did you think of Endora?"

I was confused, "Who is Endora?"

"You know the naked lady who slept in your bed, my twin sister."

She said it with a straight face.

"Huh your twin sister. I didn't know you had a twin sister."

"We don't talk about her much. She's kinda flighty, just comes and goes."

I studied her face. Was she pulling my leg? Making a joke?

She looked serious. I knew she didn't have a sister much less a twin, but I decided to play along.

"Oh, that's who she was. I wondered."

"Were you shocked to see her in your bed, and naked?"

"I have to admit It was a little disconcerting."

"I assume you checked her out. What did you think of her?"

"Well, she's pretty just like you. Great body."

"Did you like her boobs? We all have small chests."

"They were ahh, very nice. I really liked the nipples."

I thought wow this is a strange conversation.

"Did you see her pudendum? What did you think about that."

Pudendum! God, nobody calls it that.

"No, I didn't see her ahh, pud, but I assume it is nice just like the rest of her."

"But you think she has a nice figure."

"Yeah. It's very shapely, very nice."

"Did you think about having sex with her?"

Things are getting weirder and weirder.

"No mom, she was in no condition to have sex. Besides, I was sleepy and just wanted to go to bed. Speaking of bed where did you sleep?"

"Right next to you."

Her answer surprised me. I quickly looked at the other side of the bed. The bedding and pillow were rumpled as if someone did indeed sleep there. I shook my head to try to clear my thoughts.

I said, "Mom I need to get some coffee."

"Well come on."

I said, "I need to get some clothes on. Give me a minute."

She just stood there.

"So, if you'll excuse me."

She laughed, "Go ahead, get up, I've already seen it so no need to be shy."

"Mom really! Please give me some room. I need to use the bathroom. Then I'll get some clothes and join you."

"Oh alright, I'll leave and get your coffee ready."

She left. I took a whiz, put on my trunks and went to my room. As I was walking to my room it hit me. I think I know what's going on. She didn't want to deal with the embarrassment of me seeing her naked, so she invented Endora. Very clever. I got a quick shower and pulled on some clothes and went into the house.

She was sitting at the kitchen table with two cups of coffee and some obviously fresh from the oven cinnamon rolls. She was still in her shorty nightgown. It was sheer, didn't leave much to the imagination.

I picked up my cup with both hands and took a sip.

I said with a grin, "Endora wasn't in my room where is she?"

"Like I said she just kinda comes and goes. She did say she was disappointed that you didn't sleep with her. She's kind of a tramp that one, I'm sure she'll be back."

"Mom, can we cut the charade? I know you're just messing with my head."

"Oh really. Think whatever you want. But I'll bet money that you two end up in the sack together."

I just shook my head.

We finished breakfast without talking.

Finally, she said, "Just humor me a little. I've always been envious of her figure. How would you compare our bodies?"

Obviously, she wasn't going to drop the pretense, so I said, "You both have great figures. I think both of you should flaunt your bodies a little. Show your lovely legs more. You looked nice in your bathing suit but I think you'd both look great in a bikini."

"Really? I've got some that I never wear. Maybe I'll dig them out. Speaking of swimsuits, I really enjoyed our time in the pool and our dancing. It was fun."

"Me too. We need to do it again, but maybe with a little less alcohol."

She laughed. "Yeah, we probably need to cut down to one bottle."

I asked, "What is on your agenda today? I'm going to go get the rest of my stuff."

She answered, "I've got to do a little shopping. Get something for our lunch."

"Mom, you don't have to cook for me. I've been living alone for a while. I don't want you to think you have to take care of me now that we're living together."

"How about if occasionally I cook for you, and you can reciprocate sometimes?"

"That'll work."

I stood up. She leaned forward. I could see her boobs. As they say I felt a stirring in my loins.

I stood behind her, kept my eyes on her chest, kissed her on the cheek, said, "I better get going. See you soon."

I brought my first load, walked into the pool house with an arm load of stuff. She was standing on the kitchen counter wearing a T-shirt with her bare butt exposed.

I asked, "What are you doing on the counter?"

She turned toward me. Now I was looking at her bare pussy. She halfheartedly pulled the shirt down.

"I'm dusting the top of the cabinets. I told your mom I'd help you get settled."

She sat down on the counter smiling, swinging her legs. I watched her pussy flexing. Slowly she slid off.

She took some books from my load, said, "Here let me help."

I hadn't moved. My hard-on was creating a bulge in my pants. I thought I should try to cover it up. Then I thought, what the hell for? She knows what running around half naked does to a man.

She walked to a shelf, bent over and placed the books on it, one at a time. Her bare ass staring at me. Or vice versa.

I dumped the stuff on the bed and went out to get the rest. She followed.

At the car she crawled into the back, said, "Here I'll hand everything to you."

Squirming around in there she had more skin uncovered than covered.

After she loaded me up, she sat on the edge, again swinging her legs nonchalantly. She made no attempt to cover up. I couldn't take my eyes off her crotch.

She said, "Sorry I'm not fully dressed. I didn't expect you back so soon."

I said, "It's okay, you look fine."

We walked in together. I dumped the load on a table and said, "I'm going back to the house for the last load."

She asked if I wanted her to go with me to help.

I said, "I can handle it, but thanks for offering."

She was standing on the counter dusting as I left.

At my old house I loaded everything in the car. Then I did a final walk through. Slowly. Each room held memories. I made sure everything was turned off. Closed the garage door for the last time and drove slowly back. I wondered if she was having a mid-life crisis or maybe something physiological. Should I call a doctor? I wrestled with how to handle her.

When I got back, she was gone. I spent some time stowing everything. Took a beer break or two. Was setting up my computer when she walked in.

"Hi, it's just me again, your mom is taking a nap. She said you wanted us to wear bikinis. What do you think?"

She twirled with her arms over her head.

"Looks great."

She had on a yellow bikini with polka dots. I hummed, Itsy Bitsy Yellow Polka Dot Bikini That She Wore For The First Time Today. She was holding a bottle of lotion. Squirted some in her hand and began lubing her legs spending a lot of time on the inside of her thighs. She pulled the bikini bottom out and rubbed lotion over her pubes then pulled the top out and did the same to her chest. I thought that's a little strange, putting lotion under your suit. But then everything she was doing was a little strange. She covered her stomach, shoulders, arms and face. She was chattering the whole time, but I was focused elsewhere so I had no idea what she was saying.

She capped the bottle said, "That ought to do it."

Again, she slowly twirled said, "I'm happy you like it."

I fixed on how the little string disappeared between her butt cheeks, "Wow!"

"Thank you. I'm going to get a little sun. want to join me?"

"Thanks, but I'm right in the middle of something. Maybe later."

She tossed me the bottle and asked if I'd come out in about a half hour and do her back.

It was hard to focus. My mother was acting like a fruitcake and showing a lot of skin. I did a few things on the computer. After thirty minutes or so I grabbed the lotion and headed outside. I opened the door and stopped in my tracks. I could hardly breathe. She was lying butt naked. Her legs were slightly spread giving me a pleasant view of her pussy or as she would say, pudendum. I stood for a couple of minutes ogling every inch of her.

She flipped up her sunglasses, smiled and said, "Good, you remembered."

She slowly rolled over. I gazed at her cute butt then squirted some lotion on her back. I spread it and got her neck and shoulders good before moving to that butt. I massaged each cheek thoroughly. As I worked on the inside of her thighs she spread her legs wide. I covered the rest of her legs then spread her cheeks and ran my finger down her crack.

She said, "Ooh, nice job, thanks."

Back inside I couldn't concentrate, so slipped on some shorts, went out and laid on the chaise next to her. I kept my eyes roaming over her luscious body. I have no idea how long I stared before she rolled over on her backside. My heart stopped.

She said, "How bout doing this side?"

I squirted some on her chest and started rubbing it around making sure her nipples were well covered.

She said, "I need some on my cheeks," laughed "The ones on my face."

I gently lubed her face neck and shoulders before focusing back on her tits. I was so hard it hurt. I lubed her abs and legs before zooming in on her pubic area. I lubed it all spending a lot of time on her puffy lips and inside of her thighs. I was tempted to insert my finger, which wasn't all I was thinking about inserting but opted to just slowly rub my thumb over her slit.

I capped the bottle but just sat there devouring her with my eyes. My back and shoulders were beginning to burn but I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her belly was turning a little pink. There were a few wrinkles, a little cellulite but she was certainly all woman. The song, I Am Woman kept playing in my head.

I probably sat there for half an hour.

Thankfully she opened her eyes and said, "I think I've had enough for today."

She sat up, began tying the bikini.

She patted me on the cheek said, "Thanks for being so attentive." and walked away her hips nicely swaying.

I was mentally exhausted. Laid on my bed and wondered, what kind of game is she playing? Other than the Endora thing and a lot of bare skin she seemed okay. She predicted that we'd end up in bed. Is she wanting me to make a move? Should I? If it was anyone but my mother, I knew what I'd do. But it is my mother. I wrestled with the pros and cons for a while then thankfully dozed off.

My phone chimed. I sat up. My back and neck were stinging. I sat on the edge of the bed listening to Mom's voice on voicemail. She was fixing dinner and wanted me to join her. I thought about it but decided I wasn't up to dealing with more pretense. I called her back and gave a lame excuse for declining.

The next day at work it was hard to concentrate. I kept replaying the naked images of my mother in my mind.

As I was driving home, I got a text inviting me to dinner again. I texted another lame excuse. At home I went for a swim then heated up a frozen pizza, opened a beer and turned the TV on. I sort of watched a couple of movies, enjoyed a few beers. I couldn't get the image of Mom's body out of my head. There was a tap on my door. I opened the door. It was either Mom or Endora.