And that's the way I remember it, just as I've told you. That was almost 20 years ago. Much has changed, and much has remained the same.
Almost all the gang are married now, with wives and kids of our own, mortgages, and all. I think we're happier than the average group of old high school buddies. We're still close, and have a rotating monthly get-together where we go to the home of the month, drink all the beer, and trash the place. Our Moms always join us, since really they were the core of the gang. Since we're all older now, Moms and Sons, there is a lot of light-hearted sexual banter that goes on. I guess we're still teen-agers at heart. It does make me wonder, though, how much cross-pollination there was between our Mothers and us. I suspect, now that I'm older and wiser, there was much more than I suspected. Funny, every one of us has a refrigerator in the garage for the beer. Moms and Sons seem to always go to the garage to get beer, and it sure takes a long time to find it, I guess. No one mentions it. It just happens.
We can have our monthly get-togethers because we all moved back to the hometown to pursue our careers and families. It seems we all wanted to stay close to our Mothers.
Robbie has not married yet. He says he might, someday, but since Aunt Ellie has no one but him, he says he needs to devote all his energy to her. I like that. Aunt Ellie has always given so much. She deserves all of Robbie's love. Robbie's a good guy.
I have three kids: Billy, Tamara (after her grandmother), and Mary Margaret (after her other grandmother). Mary Margaret is smart and focused, with bright red hair and a flaming temper. Tamara is just as beautiful, just as studious, and serious. Billy is smarter than his old dad, plays basketball and baseball, and got several scholarship offers to colleges around the nation. He wants to go to law school. He's in his freshman year at the local university, because he said he just wasn't ready to leave home yet.
I know what you're thinking, and I think you're right. I've noticed the looks he and his Mom give each other when they think I'm not noticing. I walked into the yard shed one afternoon a couple of months ago and when I got the door open - it was blocked for some reason - Billy and his Mom were standing on opposite sides, out of breath, and looking at the yard tools. Why would you be out of breath from looking at yard tools?
I frequently travel for the firm, and either Billy or my wife always text me to see if the flight is on time and if I'm safely aboard. I laugh every time they do it, and imagine what must be going on. To use the old phrase, "Been there, done that."
Then there was the time, a couple of weeks ago, that almost gave me overload. We had all gone to visit Tam Tam and Granddad. Mom and I slipped into the garage to get some more beer, and who was huddled in the corner but Billy and his Mom. They were looking for more paper towels, they said. After they left, Mom and I laughed uproariously. Mom dropped to her knees in front of me, unzipped my pants, and had my dick in her mouth almost before they had closed the door behind them. She looked up at me and said,
"Do you think this is what they were doing?" I blew my load immediately.
About a half hour later we walked back in, still laughing. No one seemed to have missed us. Billy was in the kitchen and his Mom was nowhere to be seen. We walked into the den to see if Dad wanted a beer, and she was sitting on his lap while they played a video game. Mom looked at me, raised her eyebrow, and we both smiled. Hmmm. Mom did say that Dad had a prescription for Viagra.
I love it. I love my entire extended family. Besides, I could hardly be one to criticize, could I?
I stay pretty busy, but I always find time to visit Mom at least once a week. Dad's playing a lot of golf now, and Mom makes him text or call her after every hole to tell her how he did. There have been more than a few times that she has had her hand on my dick and my mouth on her tits while she's talking to Dad. Some things never change. I love her more every day. Our relationship has evolved so that we are not so driven by physical needs, but it's still there for both of us when we need it. It's our special bond. Our Mother-Son bond. In her mid-70s now, Mom is still a beautiful woman, but I have become paranoid about her health. I cannot imagine losing her.
My mother-in-law is just as beautiful, and I must be the most doting son-in-law in the country. My father-in-law is kind of a klutz, and can never repair anything around the house. Seems like every week I have to go repair something, and he always disappears to the country club.
My wife, Laura, is everything I ever wanted in a wife. She is a partner, a lover, and a friend. She's also a great CPA, who works from home now, and a loving Mother. She has red hair, just like her own Mom.
