There was the familiar beep.
"Hey Mom, its Amos. I was able to take my last final exam a day early so I'm on my way home now. See you soon!"
I glanced down to end the call on my iPhone and returned my eyes to the road ahead. With barely an hour left on my drive home from college, I suspected that she may not even realize that I left her a voicemail before she sees me come through the door. No big deal though, she loves surprises and I'm sure she will be happy to see me.
I turned the radio up as a favorite song from the band The Killers came on, entitled "Jenny Was a Friend of Mine". Immediately I thought of my best friend, who coincidently is named Jenny. We have been close since elementary school, when she and her mom moved into a house on my street. We have always had a lot in common in our family life -- being the only child raised by a single mom and never knowing our fathers. Neither of our mothers ever remarried. We haven't seen each other in months for the first time though, now going to different colleges hundreds of miles apart. I stayed in New York to pursue a degree in graphic design, while she traveled south to Florida with the intention of becoming a pharmacist. From our last conversation over the phone, it sounded like she was eager to see me too. With our first semester of college over, we would have two weeks to catch up over Christmas break.
Less than an hour later, I pulled onto my street and decided to park just far enough away from the house so that Mom didn't hear my car in the driveway. She had not returned my call, so it was likely that she didn't know I was on my way. I carefully crept in through garage and quietly cracked open the door leading into the kitchen. I heard my mother laughing in response to what sounded like another woman's voice.
She must have company over, I thought. Then her voice changed, in a way I had never heard before. She was squealing, and then there was a yelp followed by more giggling. Perplexed and somewhat alarmed, I opened the door wider staying silent.
I was frozen with what I saw. There was my mom, lying on the kitchen counter, naked. And even more surprising, was the fact that another naked woman was face down between her legs. Also on the counter were a bottle of chocolate syrup, whip cream, and a mess of sprinkles. These were all things that I would put on my favorite childhood dessert, an ice cream sundae, which my mom would make for me almost upon request.
Right now, my mom was an ice cream sundae. And that woman was eating her for dessert. Smeared with chocolate and whip cream, my mom's legs were involuntarily kicking up in the air, as the woman seemed to be ramming her tongue into Mom's vagina.
"Oh God! Oh yyyesss!" my mother's voice cried out." Keep doing that! Lick me baby, lick my pussy inside and out!"
I couldn't even process what I was seeing. The erotic scene belonged in a porn video, not my kitchen. Does this mean my mom is a lesbian? I thought it was possible that she had boyfriends, ones that I didn't know about, but never thought she was into girls.
I couldn't see much of the other woman, but I could tell that she was hot. She had a nice, slender body and long brown hair that kept her face hidden from me. Her round ass was in full view though, sticking up in the air. With one leg on the floor, the other was propped up on the counter, giving her leverage to dive between Mom's thighs. The mysterious woman was also fingering herself furiously while she orally pleasured my mother.
In a state of disbelief, I left. Maybe I was in shock, because I don't remember shutting the door or how quiet I was. The confusion continued when I reached my car and could not find my keys. I frantically checked every pocked and all over the ground. With my face against the passenger side window, I looked on the seats, and didn't see the keys in the ignition.
Oh God, they must be back in the house!
