I calmly entered the house around 10:15 and by sheer luck, saw something I wasn't supposed to; at least I think it was an accidental sighting. My darling mother walked into the kitchen where I stood drinking out of the milk container, in a red bra and matching panties.
She was returning a cup and saucer from her bedroom, and by chance I got to view the ensemble before she covered it with a dress or whatever else. It was simple enough, though her breasts were pushed up much more than usual due to the bra. Unlike my sister, I wasn't all that sure what her bra size was---she was much more private---but they looked big, but not bigger, than Stephanie's 34D's. Genetics at work, right there before my eyes.
She didn't notice me at first, but once she did, she gasped in shock and quickly skirted down the hallway toward her room and closed the door. I was shocked, and as sexually sated as I was, hoped that she wasn't about to ask me to fuck her again that night.
After putting the milk away, I went to my own room, threw myself on my bed and stared at the ceiling wondering what the fuck was going to happen next.
My mother stayed in her room for another thirty minutes before finally emerging and entering my room. I noticed she didn't knock and figured that meant something, but couldn't put my finger on it. She was in full date form, wearing a tight fitting red dress and wearing her hair up, which was a different style for her.
"Gee, Mom, you look pretty hot. Who's the lucky guy?"
"Marco Giannelli. You don't know him, but he worked with your father."
That told me something was up; maybe our incestuous tryst had made her rethink our situation and she needed to find someone else to quell her resurrected desire for cock. Or not.
At any rate I was confused. I had to ask myself, did I want her dating other guys? After a moment of thought I didn't want another father figure looming over me at this point in my life.
And yet ... I never finished the thought.
"Howie, can you come in here a minute?" My mother's voice rang out from her bedroom.
"Sure, Mom," I replied and entered her room. There was a pungent smell of perfume in the air as I took a seat at the corner of her bed just inches from her as she sat at her vanity and finished her date preparations.
"I want to apologize about earlier, Howard," she said. I was actually surprised as I figured she would just ignore it as I had seen her in far less than bra and panties, and she had been the instigating partner in our incestuous frolic the night before.
"I lost track of time and wasn't prepared to see you home. I hate that you saw me in my under garments looking like some old floozy."
I chuckled at her word choice. Sometimes, her love for old movies came through in the way that she spoke. "Mom, I wouldn't use either of those descriptive words to describe you."
"You're sweet, honey, but I know what I am now," she replied as she looked through her jewelry for earrings. "I'm old and I sag in all the wrong places."
"Whoa, hold it right there. Are you looking for compliments, if so I'll go on record as having heard from more than one of my classmates that you're a choice MILF?"
"Howie, I'm 42 damn years old! And what's MILF?"
"It's an acronym for Mothers I'd Like To Fuck. Now don't get pissed at me. First you asked, and second, it's a compliment."
A pleased expression crossed her face, but only momentarily, and then she was back to her normal self, saying: "Thank you for that vulgar compliment. I'll have to share it with my girlfriends."
"I think they know about it, so do your asking discreetly." I pressed on saying: "Mom, you are beautiful. This dude is lucky to spend time in your vicinity---especially with your sexy dress on."
"You do have a way with flattery, Howie. The girls will all be clamoring to date you in no time at all." I noticed a look of sadness in her eyes as she used the mirror to put in a pair of gold earrings.
She stood up, stepped into her red shoes and said, "I'm ready, he should be here in five minutes if he's prompt."
Less than ten seconds later the doorbell rang.
"Want me to answer it?" I said.
"No, it's best you go to your room. She gave me a quick, motherly kiss and ran to the door as I closed my bedroom door. And with that, she was gone.
I had been vacillating over whether I should confide what had happened with my mother to Stephanie. Having the house to myself provided the needed courage and I dialed her number.
Stephie answered on the third ring.
"Hi Sis," I said.
"Howie, what a wonderful surprise! How are you?"
"I'm not preventing you from going out am I?"
"No—no! I just finished washing my hair. Cindy's going to give me a pedicure and then I'll return the favor."
"I need to tell you something ... something important."
"You sound so serious, Howie. Are you in trouble?"
"No, not the kind of trouble you might have in mind, but ... yeah it's troubling."
I certainly had her interest and she seemed genuinely concerned.
"It---It's about mom and me."
Stephie laughed and said, "What, you stayed out to late?"
"More serious than that I'm afraid. First of all, she caught Reggie and me getting it on in my bed."
"Jesus, Howie! What's the matter with you?"
"See there you go, taking Mom's side!" I protested. "At least hear me out!"
"Of course I'm taking Mom's side. You don't do things like that. I mean not at home where there's always a chance you'll get caught."
"Listen, Stephie, you don't understand. Mom was pretty much okay with it as far as that goes. I mean, yeah she yelled at first, but then she had us clean up and talked about condoms and birth control and all that."
"You're telling me Mom was reasonable with you?"
"Yeah ... but there's more; I'll try telling you in the order in which things happened. First she told me---this was after Reggie left for home---we could use my bedroom for sex so long as we took precautions."
Holy shit! She never would have told me that. You are the favored one, brother."
I laughed and said, "It gets better, or worse depending on your point of view."
"Oh, maybe you should hold on a sec. I need to get comfortable."
"What now you're curled up on the bed, Sis?"
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"Mmmm, nothing like a weird story from by little horny brother to put me in the mood," and she laughed that sexy laugh of hers.
"Are you masturbating over this, Steph?"
"Mmmm, but please continue."
"We ... Mom and me went to the wedding as scheduled the following afternoon."
"Ohhh, yeah, I sent a card. How was it?"
"Well ... I danced with Mom."
"I bet you made a good-looking couple on the dance floor. You do know how to dance, right?"
"I can pass the basic dance test, I guess. But that wasn't the thing."
"What was the thing, Howie?'
