Julianne stooped to pick up the pile of clean, folded clothes but paused when she caught her reflection in the bedroom mirror. She straightened up and examined herself, frowning. The frown-lines creasing her face didn't help as she assessed herself in the Autumn of her life.
She leaned back in a bid to elevate her large breasts. She breathed in and tightened her tummy. She lifted her chin and and turned this way and that but, after a minute, the captive breath escaped and she once again sagged to the merciless demands of gravity.
Her evidence of ageing was a further catalyst for annoyance as it reminded her of someone she was trying desperately to forget: Her faithless, treacherous, cheating husband. She'd given him, as they say, the best years of her life. When she married him, her breasts were perky and swollen, her tummy was flat, her face un-wrinkled, her hair a vibrant chestnut, her buttcheeks taught and her skin enthused with the elasticity of youth. She'd given him her body and her heart.
Then, five years ago, after fifteen years of lies, she'd discovered that he'd also taken the hearts of six other women on the sly. He'd even gone as far as almost marrying four of them and she wished, in a way, that he had committed actual bigamy because then at least they could have sentenced the manipulative, deceitful bastard to a stretch in prison. Julianne had met a couple of the 'other wives' during that horrendous time when the cats were let out of the bag and they all looked like perfectly normal, nice, intelligent women.
'Suckers, the lot of us.' Julianne thought.
She had also met a few of his illicit offspring and, maddeningly, many of the boys had looked a lot like their cruel, cunning, conspiring father. As did her own lad. She picked up one of her son's tee-shirts and held it to her bosom with a dry heave. Her frown deepened. Ashley was a strapping boy of twenty-two now and every day he looked a little more like his father.
Julianne tried to suppress her anger and resentment when confronted with that smiling, lying, hateful handsome face. She was constantly reminding herself that it wasn't Ashley's fault; he was utterly innocent and as much a victim as she but even though she promised time and time again to make a determined effort to be nicer to him, she found herself blurting out a 'playful' insult or a reprimand for some insignificant misdemeanour.
And this infuriated her. Her ex-husband was still, to this day, ruining her life by turning her against her own son and transforming her into a snappy and spiteful old witch. She sighed and once again declared a promise to be kinder to the blameless boy. She picked up the rest of the laundry pile and traipsed off to his bedroom. She nudged open his door with her hip and, when affronted by the darkness of a curtained room, immediately felt herself involuntarily switch into moaning Mother mode.
"Jesus," she griped, "It's half ten!"
Julianne dropped the clothes on to the lumpen shapes that stirred and grumbled under the bed-covers. She crossed the bedroom and flung open the curtains with a peeved flourish. She bit her tongue and made a concerted effort to sound genial.
"You lazy toad, it may be Saturday but you still have to get up and help. You can't lie in bed all day, playing with yourself."
"Actually, he's playing with me."
Julianne watched as a grinning girl's face wriggled out from under the duvet and blankets. The girl swished long, frizzy strands of hair out of her eyes to reveal her identity.
"Josie?" Julianna said, "Oh. Oh, well, then, er..."
"Hola, Ash's Mom. How are you?"
Josie was a plump and very beautiful girl of eighteen; her Latina heritage had rewarded her with flawless café au lait skin and fulsome lips. Lips that were always smiling, Julianne remembered, always cheerful. She'd been in Ashley's group of friends all through high-school and Julianne had observed her development into a highly attractive young woman with a longing that gave her another reason to wish she were twenty years younger.
"So he's in there somewhere too, is he? The layabout?"
Ashely threw back the covers and glared with a red, flushed face at an interrupting mother.
"Sorry, Ash's Mom," Josie grinned, "It's my fault, we stayed up late last night and..."
"Oh, I don't mind," Julianne said, walking back over to the doorway, "Not really, not if it's you."
"You approve then?" Ashley grunted.
"I whole-heartedly approve! Josie is a fine choice. You've gone up in my estimation. I thought for a while there you were hung-up on that awful blonde twerp."
Josie chucked a quizzical glance at Ashley and he responded by grunting the name, "Bronwyn."
Josie curled up her nose in disgust.
"Yes," Julianne agreed by showing her own sneer, "Quite. Josie is the best of the bunch, by a long chalk."
"Aw, thanks, Ash's Mom."
"Well, she's alright," Ashley yawned and stretched, "She'll do until something better comes along."
Josie elbowed him in the ribs. Julianne watched her gallumping son play-act being hurt.
"Don't be daft, boy, you'd be hard pressed to improve on this one. She's intelligent and funny, caring, cute as a button and, I have to say," Julianne paused to gesture with a raising of her eyebrows, "She has a gorgeously pert tush!"
Josie followed Julianne's nod and looked back to see that the flung bed-covers had left her naked rear on display; she quickly dragged a blanket over her ample flesh.
"Sorry," Josie said.
"Don't be, sugar," Julianne smirked, "It was completely my pleasure. I'm really quite jealous."
Julianne walked out of the room, closing the door behind her. Josie leaned both elbows on her protesting boyfriend's chest.
"Ash?"
"Mmm?"
"I think your mom was flirting with me."
Ashley made a gurgling noise to express his yawning disinterest.
"No, really," Josie insisted, "It felt like she was flirting."
"Well, you are very flirtable-with. It wouldn't surprise me."
"It wouldn't?"
"Nah. When all that happened with my dick of a dad, she swore off men forever. She only dates women now. Although she hasn't for a while."
"I never knew she was bi. She hasn't dated for a while? Why? What happened?"
Ashley shrugged.
"Do you think she's lonely?"
Ashley shrugged again and Josie rolled her eyes at his lack of concern. She lay on top of him and snuggled back under the duvet. She kissed him and kissed his neck and shoulder.
"Does it bother you," she asked, "Or do you like it?"
"You kissing me?"
"No, what we were just talking about."
"What were we-"
"The idea of your mother and I... getting it on together and lezzing it up like a couple of horny babes."
The idea hadn't occurred to Ashley. Josie's hand explored and found his warm, flaccid penis.
"I guess not," she said flatly.
"I think you may have worn that out," Ashley said.
"Mmmm, I bet I know how to get it going again."
Josie pushed off the bed covers and swivelled around on to her knees and elbows, wriggling her round, barely-wobbling buttcheeks at her leering boyfriend.
Ashley, a most definite ass-man, viewed this wiggling arse like a gourmet views a rare tenderloin slathered in herb-infused olive oil. He'd been in love with this bottom for so long. Josefina was two years younger but she'd always just seemed to be around; her older sister, Rosamaria, was in all of Ashley's classes at school. He'd watched Josefina grow up from an awkward, podgy girl into a cute, curvy teenager and then, eventually, into this devastatingly beguiling young woman. His feelings for her had grown deeper as she had grown older (and her ass had grown larger) until he was desperately hooked on this kinky, naked girl who was currently offering a perfect pair of bobbling bulbous buttocks in a pose that was both animalistic and divine.
The fact that she found him attractive and was freaky-deaky enough to let him indulge all of his ass-fetish desires was almost enough to provoke him to ask for her hand in marriage then and there. He sat up in bed and beheld her pear-drop shaped bum and the nearly hidden dark starfish at its centre.
"Come on, Cleetus," Josie purred, "You horny dawggie. Sniff mah butt!"
Ashely didn't need a second invite. He delicately fondled and kissed her precious soft, smooth cheeks then lowered his face to snuffle at her tight, taboo shithole. Josie whimpered and reached back a hand to tug her cheeks open to allow his lashing tongue to dart and lick and probe. Ashley's hands roamed all around her flesh as he frenched her butthole. Then his fingers found her damp, gooey slit and he entered her.
"Santa Madre, si!" Josie said.
This joyous moment was the one Julianne chose to re-enter the room with another bundle of clothes.
"I forgot to give you these-oh-Jesus-sorry!"
She backed out of the door with one hand covering her eyes.
"Sorry. I didn't see anything."
Josie and Ashley were frozen in a lewd sculpture of ass-dining then they fell away from each other, their blood ice-cold with embarrassment. Ashamed, Josie covered her hot face with a pillow.
From the stairs, they heard Ashley's mother's chuckling voice say, "Dirty little buggers!"
They pretended to laugh away their acute discomfort. Ashley reclined back on the bed with his hands behind his head and Josie lay her head on his arm. Her heart and mind were racing but Ashley's sang-froid was calming her. He was always cool, no matter the situation and, coming from a large family of loudmouths and hot-heads, this was infinitely attractive to her. The lovely manly scent of his furred armpit reminded her of their night's sweaty exertions and she felt close and at ease with her man. He turned to kiss her but she raised her hand and, gently, turned his face away, shaking her head.
"No kisses yet, ya filthy animal. You wash and gargle first."
He laughed and cuddled her. She trailed her fingertips through his chest hair and circled a nipple.
"You weren't really thinking of going with Bronwyn, were you?" Josie didn't add, 'that skanky, skinny whore,' deciding that jealousy was petty and unattractive.
"She was just around for a while?"
"Exactly how long is 'a while'?"
"You know I've been infatuated with you for the longest time."
"Until you told me, I would never have guessed," Josie said, looking up with her seemingly huge, brown eyes.
"Then I'm glad I mentioned it."
Josie shuffled up enough to kiss him softly.
"I thought you said I was dirty?"
Kissing him more, she said, "Yeah, well. I guess I'm dirty too."
Julianne's voice carried up from downstairs, "I'm making burgers!"
Ashley saw Josie's eyes light up.
"Yes! Your mom makes the best burgers!"
Josie leapt off the bed and started hunting around for her clothes. Ashley lay back, enjoying the plump, naked girl dancing around his room as she hurried into her panties and skirt.
"Truth be told," she said, "I only came around in the hope of getting some of your mom's cooking."
