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Chapter Two: Secrets
I will admit it. I will admit, maybe only to myself, that I masturbated thinking about my mom and another woman sexually indulging themselves with each other. And that other woman, who I happen to know very well, is also was like a mother to me. But after what I saw yesterday when I stumbled upon Jenny's Mom, Olivia, eating out my mother in our own kitchen after dressing her naked body up in ice cream toppings, I couldn't help myself. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.
I woke up feeling a little paranoid though. My interaction with Olivia afterwards was kind of odd, when she returned my keys to me. I wonder where exactly she found them. It seemed possible that she suspects I saw them.
"I just need to act like nothing happened," I assured myself, "especially around Mom."
I slipped out of bed and put on a fresh shirt. There were noises coming from the kitchen, and the aroma of fresh brewed coffee was seeping into my bedroom. Shuffling down the stairs, I found my mother cooking omelets on the stove. Despite wearing a white bathrobe, she seemed to have herself put together for the day already.
"You're up early," Mom greeted me, turning her attention the sizzling skillet.
"Unfortunately," I replied groggily. "I'm too used to waking up before seven for my early AM classes." I sleepily rubbed my eye brows. "That coffee smells fantastic!"
She acknowledged my request with a smile and reached up to grab a mug from the cupboard. Stretching up on her toes, she struggled to grasp the mug with her fingertips, causing her bathrobe to ride up higher towards her butt and revealing the back of her thighs. I found myself staring, imagining chocolate syrup sliding down them.
Without success, she then lifted her knee on the counter to get more leverage, causing the robe to further rise until I could see the bottom of her black panties. At forty six, Mom still had a pretty nice ass.
With a groan, she was finally able to retrieve the mug, both feet coming back to rest on the floor, her panties again out of view.
"I don't know why I haven't moved them to a lower shelf since you went to college," she huffed, pointing the spatula towards me. "And now that you're here I should be making you reach them for me!"
Her attention went back to finish cooking the omelet, tossing cheese on it before folding it over. Her robe was loosening up from her activity in the kitchen, the belt coming untied. As she moved about, I noticed she was wearing a black nightie beneath the robe. It appeared short, lacy, and very sheer.
Mom spun around with the skillet, flipping the omelet onto a plate beside two strips of bacon. Her robe was completely open now, and as she pushed the plate towards me, I could see her large breasts through the black lace nightie, hanging freely without the support of a bra. She seemed unaware that she was exposing herself, but her nipples were pointing right at me. The memory of those nipples topped with whip cream like snow caps flashed into my mind. This wasn't helping me to forget about my mom having sex, or tame the erection that I was hiding under that table.
"So Olivia called," my mother said, pouring my coffee as she spoke.
"Olivia?" I was paralyzed in terror. Did she tell my mom that I saw them?
"Yeah, you know, Jenny's mother."
"Of course," I replied, attempting to cover my surprised response with nonchalance. "What did she want?"
"Well, she needs a little help around her house. She was hoping you could help her with some things."
I slumped my tense shoulders in relief. Maybe Mom still has no idea that I saw them having sex, even if Olivia suspects that I know. I hope it stays that way. I still wasn't looking forward to an awkward confrontation though. I scrunched my eyebrows in a 'do I have to?' complaint in response to the request.
"I know you just got here last night," Mom pleaded, "but I already told her you could. She insisted it wouldn't take too long."
"Okay. I'm going to the gym this morning, but I can swing over right after."
"Thanks Hun," she replied, leaning over to hug me. "I know she would really appreciate that."
I nodded in acknowledgement, taking a long sip of coffee and stuffing a forkful of egg in my mouth.
"Oh by the way," my mother called on her way out of the kitchen, "I picked up your favorite chocolate ice cream. Help yourself when you get home!"
My mouth hung open, frozen for a moment as the flashbacks from yesterday rushed through my mind. Ice cream at home was never going to be the same.
Several hours later, feeling invigorated after returning from the gym, I found myself again at Jenny's front door. This time though, I was there out of obligation to help her mother with some chores.
"All I need to do is be friendly and act like everything is normal," I told myself.
"Come on in Amos," Olivia greeted me warmly at the door. She was dressed in jeans and a maroon tank top, partially covered by an unbuttoned grey cardigan. "Thanks for helping me out with a couple things around here."
"It's no big deal," I said. "Glad I can help."
Carrying large cardboard boxes from the basement to the attic, I casually talked to Olivia, nothing seeming out of the ordinary. Jenny wasn't around, apparently out at the mall shopping with a few of her girlfriends. Even without her here, I began to relax in the company of her mother.
"Alright Amos, you're almost done. Just one last thing. Are you comfortable on ladders?"
"As long as I'm not juggling and fire breathing," I joked. "Seriously though, ladders are ok."
Famous last words.
Outside, it was a chilly nineteen degrees, with the wind whipping across my face making it feel even colder.
"Maybe I shouldn't have agreed to this," I muttered to myself, yanking out wads of dirt and leaves from the gutter and throwing them to the ground. By now I was a filthy mess, and I felt a little discouraged. I had cleaned out almost the entire gutter, but I could see that it was still backed up with mud at the far end. I climbed back down and grabbed a broom.
At the other end along the roof, I climbed back up the ladder, my feet about six feet off the ground. I poked the gutter with the broom, thinking that I could dislodge whatever was jammed in there. It worked, kind of. Unfortunately, the connecting rain spout detached and came down too, followed by gallons of dirty, sour smelling water that must have been backed up there for months. The rain spout missed hitting me, but the water didn't, splashing me in the face and pouring down my body. At the same time I jolted in surprise and slipped, falling off the ladder.
The next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with the wind knocked out of me, soaked and freezing in the twenty degree temperatures. Olivia must have heard the clamor of the rain spout crashing to the ground, because it didn't take long before she was rushing outside to see what had happened.
"Oh my God, Amos! Are you alright?" she cried, kneeling over me, with concern and worry on her face.
I could only sputter and wheeze in response, my lungs still unable to fill with air. "Yup," I finally choked, unsure of what I had done to myself.
Jenny's mom helped me to my feet. "Let's get you indoors and out of this cold!"
Shivering inside the front door, I must have been still in a daze, because the next thing I knew Olivia was stripping my shirt and shoes off, ushering me to the bathroom.
"A hot shower will help," she soothed me as my teeth chattered, "and get you cleaned off too."
My bewilderment from the fall was starting to wear off, as I felt Olivia push me back until I was leaning on the sink. Without any resistance from me, she pulled my pants off from my ankles, leaving me wearing only my boxer briefs.
Before I knew it, I was standing in the shower facing the faucet spraying hot water over me, soaking my underwear. I realized that Jenny's mom was in there with me, and I felt her fingers running through my hair. My nostrils filled with aroma of flowery shampoo, and she massaged soap across my shoulders.
I turned to face her, noticing that she was still wearing her maroon tank top and jeans, completely drenched and clinging tightly to her body.
"Olivia, you're clothes are all wet," I noted.
"Yeah I guess they are!" she laughed, as if she was noticing for the first time as well.
Without hesitation, she pulled the dripping tank top over her head and dropped it to the shower floor, followed by her denim pants.
