He wouldn't have tip-toed up onto the front porch to peak under the window blinds if he hadn't half-expected to catch them. Timothy was still shocked to see his mother and his girlfriend on the bed kissing. His girlfriend, Katie, fair and thin, with chin-length blonde hair, was running her fingers through his mother's long dark hair.
"So that's what it's like to kiss a girl?" his mother giggled nervously.
Timothy almost jumped, not realizing the window was open a crack.
"Yep. Now you can tell Barry you know what it's like when you catch him watching those videos."
"I guess I can. I don't know how he'd take it though." Katie was still stroking his mother's hair.
"He'll love it, trust me," she said.
Barry was his mother's boyfriend. She had invited Katie over for dinner with Timothy and her that evening, asking Katie if she would give her opinion on some lingerie she had bought to wear for Barry. It had struck Timothy as strange of course, as it did that his mother and girlfriend's friendship was getting closer and closer over the last few months, but he thought nothing of it until he heard the giggles from the kitchen.
His mother had asked him to do the dishes while she tried on the lingerie for Katie, and he had agreed, but the reverie kept getting more and more from his mother's room across the one-story house.
There had been a lot of wine at dinner.
Timothy kept finding excuses to pass by the door, the first of which he saw his mother in a red teddy and thigh highs and his girlfriend in a black bra and panties.
"What? You didn't think I wanted try on some things for you?" his girlfriend had said, shutting the door the room, though it came back open a crack.
After his third time wandering by, his mother handed him some money from behind the door, telling him to go get some more wine. He had gotten in his car, and pulled out of their cul de sac, but had gotten suspicious on the ride to the store and turned around. He had sneaked quietly up the porch to peer in his mother's window and found them sitting on the bed, mouth to mouth.
"How did you like it?" his girlfriend said.
She was now dressed in a white, see-through camisole and white panties. His mother was in a black teddy and thigh highs.
"I don't know, honestly," his mother said. "It was different. Soft."
"You need to try it again?"
"Maybe," his mother giggled.
They kissed again. Timothy flushed, embarrassed and angry and aroused at the same time. He felt the wine flowing through him, and felt the need to act on what he was seeing, but he wasn't sure he had the right.
"You know the other night?" his mother said. "When Timmy was out putting the speakers in your car? And you put your hand down my jeans?"
"And I fingered you until you came?"
"Yes," his mother said, and it was almost a whisper.
"What about it?"
"I wanted to kiss you after, but I was afraid."
"Oh, you should have!"
"Really?"
"Yes! Why not?"
"I don't know—I guess I thought... well, that you were just doing me a favor when I told you that I hadn't came the past few times with Barry. I didn't know if you'd like it."
"Of course I would!"
"I didn't know." And with that, his girlfriend leaned in and kissed his mother again.
"Mmm, tongue!" Katie said. "Want me to show you what else that's good for?"
His mother turned her head shyly away.
Katie slowly started peeling the teddy off of her.
"We have to hurry, before Tim gets back," his mother said.
"Don't worry, sweetie, we will."
Tim stood up, angry. He walked over to the front door, but was afraid it might alert them to his presence. He wanted to catch them in the act, humiliate them.
He went down the front porch steps and went around the yard to the basement. He came in through that door and made his way quietly up the steps to the living room. From down the hall in his mother's room, he heard the moans.
They got louder as he crept toward the door. As he reached it, he heard his mother start to climax.
He burst in.
"What are you doing?" he shouted at his mother.
His girlfriend shot up from in between her legs. They were both naked now, except for his mother still wearing the black thigh highs.
"Oh my god! Timmy!" his mother shouted.
As time froze for a moment, he couldn't help notice the difference between the two women—his mother was tan and dark, soft in the middle, but with full breasts, whereas his girlfriend was fair and thin with pert breasts. He found it strange though, that they both had the same small, quarter-sized areolas, the same light pink color. His girlfriend's were puffy, though, while his mother's were defined.
"Baby!" Katie said, getting up from the bed. "Baby! Don't get mad! It wasn't her, it was me."
But Timothy just looked at his mother in anger. His mother was mortified.
"Tim, look at me," Katie said, turning his face. "I got excited thinking about you, and we got carried away, baby. Please, don't blame her."
She kissed him on the mouth.
"You taste like her."
"Tim?" she said.
"Timmy?" his mother whimpered.
Timothy sighed. He moved her out of the way and walked over to the bed.
"Tim? Timmy? What are you doing?"
