MOM AND HER LESBIAN LOVER

Roxy had been Mom's girlfriend for a couple months. They knew each other from work, how long I didn't know but it must have been pretty long. Mom had never mentioned her before, and suddenly one day they went out somewhere after work and didn't come home until almost midnight. I was in bed when they came giggling through the door, trying to whisper. From my bedroom I heard them flop onto the sofa, then I only heard soft moans and kissing sounds for a while. I really wanted to check out Mom's new girlfriend, but didn't dare ruin their moment. At some point they moved to Mom's bedroom, and in the morning Roxy was in the kitchen frying bacon when I got up.

But like I said, that was a couple months ago. I wasn't disappointed when I laid eyes on Roxy, she had a warm milfiness, an easy smile, and twinkling eyes. I was happy for Mom, here eyes twinkled when Roxy was around, too.

It seemed perfectly natural for me to lust after Mom's girlfriends. I'd dated just a few girls in High School, both in my Senior year which had just ended. Both of them had been kind of disappointing - very hot looking girls, but not very bright and not very interested in sex. Not with me, anyway. So my sex live existed exclusively in my head, and the objects of my lust had been mostly Mom's numerous girlfriends over the years, plus one or two of my teachers.

One warm Saturday afternoon in June when Roxy came over to the house. "Is Julie home?" she said.

"Not yet, she should be here soon, though. Come in."

"She called me a few minutes ago to invite me out, so I came right over."

We sat on the sofa, Roxy on one end, me on the far end, a little nervous since this was our first time alone together. That, and I was a little embarrassed at how many times I'd lain in bed whacking off thinking of her.

"Your mom's so proud of you, Jim," she said, smiling. "She's so lucky to have a son like you."

"How do you mean?"

"Oh, you know. You're so accepting of your mom's lifestyle. I feel really comfortable being here, thanks to you."

I'd never said anything about it, and wondered what I might have ever said or done to make her say that.

"She talks about you so much. Says she used to worry what you'd think, but she says you're one of those kind of guys who loves women like us."

I shifted in my seat to hide a slight erection. I must have been turning red, too.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetie. You're a man, now. You have your lusts and fetishes like anyone. Never be ashamed of it."

I tried to smile, hoping Mom would get there soon and end this awkward situation. Then, my phone rang.

The screen said it was Mom. "Jim, honey, is Roxy there yet?"

"Yeah, she's here."

"Could you tell her I'm running late, please?"

"Sure. She's running late," I said, looking at Roxy.

"How late?" Roxy said.

"I don't know. It's traffic. Something's got it all blocked off. I'll call you later when it starts moving." Now I was starting to sweat. Stuck here for who knows how long, with my mom's hot lesbian girlfriend, and she wants to talk about my sex life. This can't possibly go well.

Standing, Roxy said, "Well, I'm getting a beer. Want one?"

"Uh, yeah I'd love one, but I'm not- "

"Oh, shut up. You're old enough," she said as she sauntered into the kitchen.

I watched her hips sway, remembering how I'd dreamed of grabbing that very ass and drilling her so many times.

She came back with two open bottles, handed me one, and sat down. This time, somewhat closer to me than before.

I shifted on the upholstery again, and looked out the front window. Maybe mom will show up any second.

"Where were we? Oh yeah, your fetishes. Would you stop blushing, for God's sake? Why be embarrassed?"

"I- " Looking into her eyes, something changed in me. I was so charmed by her smile, the warmth in here eyes, something unidentifiable in her manner.

She must have seen me relax. She uncrossed her legs and shifted maybe an inch closer to me in the process. "That's more like it." She leaned toward me. "So what's your favorite thing about a girl?"

Drawing in a breath, I thought about it. Boobs? Ass? Eyes? "I think, just holding her close and feeling her body against mine."

"I like that, too." She took a swig from her bottle. "But it's not my favorite thing. How far have you been with a girl?"

I though of my last attempt. "Kissing, heavy petting, that's about it."

"Ah, those are awesome. I see you have a lot of great stuff to look forward to, though. But, take my advice - enjoy every minute of the stuff that leads up to the actual fucking. Orgasms are good, but they're just the icing on the cake. Don't focus on coming and forget to enjoy the cake, too."

"There doesn't seem to be any danger of focusing too much on that."

She smiled. "The thing that's so cool about Julie, she really wants you to have a good sex life. Did you know that? Oh, don't blush on me again."

"No, I didn't know that." I took a long drink of beer.

"Her exact words, just the other day when we were lying in bed, were, 'I wish Jim could have a girl like you. Someone who could really ring his bell. He needs to experience what a really good fuck can do for a person'."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, I am. I tried to think of anyone I knew who I could fix you up with, but other than your mom I couldn't think of anyone laid back enough for you to experience that with. All the women I know are kind of uptight and too competitive. They'd eat you up and spit you out, and you wouldn't enjoy that a bit."

I laughed and said, "Why not? It sounds better than nothing."

"No, no, sweetie. You need your first sexual experience to be totally awesome. You need someone who will teach you things. It will probably be a woman older than you, too. I've slept with girls your age and, yeah they're amazingly sexy but they don't know shit about making love. You need a woman over thirty."

My cock was throbbing at that point, not only at the thought of this very attractive and sexy woman in bed with girls like I'd dated, but I'd never seriously thought about sleeping with an older woman. It was taboo, something for me to jerk off about, not for real life.

"If I find a woman like that, can I fix you up with her?"

"Yeah! Sounds great."

At that point, my phone rang again. It was Mom, again.

"I should be home in ten minutes, hon. Is Roxy still there?"

It was awkward to talk to my Mom with a raging hard on, but I had no choice. "Yeah, you want to talk to her?"

"Please."

I handed her the phone. She stood, turned. I studied her tightly denim-clad ass with its luscious curves. She might be the perfect one to teach me, I thought, as she sauntered toward the bedroom. Did she like guys, or was she a complete lesbian? I didn't know for sure. From the bedroom, I couldn't hear what she was saying to my mom, but I kind of hoped it was something about me.

Just as Mom said, she got home shortly. Walked in the door, kissed Roxy on the lips, and set down her purse. Then she kissed me on the cheek. "I'm going to take a quick shower, get dressed, and then we can go out."

Roxy sat on the sofa again, her legs crossed, foot bobbing up and down and a contented look on her face. "I'm taking her to Gino's for dinner, then we're going to lady's night at Raphael's."

"Isn't that a strip club?" I said.

"Yeah, that's the one."

"What happens on lady's night?"

"They have male strippers."

I must have looked dumbfounded to her. She said, "What? We like seeing naked guys just like most girls do."

Thinking back on my life, I'd never known Mom to be romantically involved with a guy, it was only women she'd been with. I simply assumed she was a complete lesbian, not bi. Definitely a lipstick lesbian, of course. She was a very attractive woman. I'd had my share of shameful fantasies about her, but never dreamed she was at all interested in men.

Roxy put her hand on my arm. "Looks like you have a lot to learn about your mom. We're going to have to fix that." She patted my arm.

The sound of the shower cut off with a squeak of the controls, and Roxy got up to meet Mom in the bedroom. I heard her say something about helping her pick out what to wear as the door closed. I finished my beer and got up to throw away the bottle.

The bedroom door opened and two stunning women stepped out. "Don't wait up for us, darling," Mom said, kissing my cheek.

Roxy kissed my other cheek and said, "Unless you really want to."

With that tantalizingly mysterious thought, they walked out the door. ***

With Mom and her girlfriend Roxy out for the evening, and my cock straining against my pants, thinking of the potential of maybe being with Roxy one day, I stepped into my room and lay on the bed. Thoughts of Roxy consumed me. She looked about thirty five or so, a few years older than Mom. I thought of her coming into my room later that night and crawling into bed with me, showing me how to make love to a woman. The idea of sliding my cock into that woman's pussy, a pussy my Mom had probably stroked many times with her tongue, got me hornier than I'd ever been. I longed to kiss Roxy's lips, the lips my Mom had kissed. What's my fetish, she'd asked - lesbian sex, obviously. Guys talked about threesomes like they were the ultimate experience. Did that turn me on? Hell yes. Not just that, though. Fucking an older woman. And did I dare explore the other that was presenting itself? As much as Roxy turned me on, was it because of her beauty, her sexiness? Or was it also because she was someone else's girlfriend? If she slept with me, did that mean she was cheating on my mother?

What if Mom said it was ok? What if Mom didn't mind sharing her with me, letting her come to my room sometimes?

What if they invited me into their room?

My heart pounded as I stroked my cock. Thinking of Roxy lying in bed, beckoning me to come to her. Thinking of my Mom lying next to her, watching. Roxy throwing the covers aside, me laying down beside her. She kisses my lips, long and hard. Takes my hand in hers, places it on her breasts. I squeeze, feel the softness, touch the nipple, as my Mother watches us.

Then Roxy reaches down and slides her hand into my boxers, touching my cock, grasping it, squeezing it. And I moan. Mom props herself up on one elbow to see better, Roxy turning toward her as her strokes quicken. They kiss each other, the pressure of her hand increasing on my cock.

Roxy lays on her back, Mom taking her breast into her mouth, sucking. Roxy's eyes beckon me to take the other, now Mom's face is next to mine and we're sucking a woman's breasts together. Roxy moans, running her fingers through our hair.

Mom stops, whispers, "I remember when you used to suck my boobs like that. You were just a baby, you loved my milk."

Then Mom lies on her back, cups her breast in her hand, and whispers, "Do it again. Suck your mother's breasts."

Climbing over Roxy, I nestle between them and gaze at Mom's breasts. They are beautiful; I'm afraid of them.

"Please, Jimmy. I want it."

I slowly put my lips closer to Mom's nipple. Soon I feel the flesh brush my skin. Parting my lips, I take her nipple into my mouth and touch it with my tongue. She arches her back and sucks in a breath. I draw more of her breast into my mouth and suck. And I feel Roxy's hand on my thigh. Or is the hand hers? It doesn't matter at this point. But Mom whispers, "Roxy, suck my other boob."

Mom's girlfriend climbs over us to the other side of the bed and takes Mom's other breast into her mouth. I realize the hand on my thigh is Mom's. I part my legs and a rush of adrenaline surges though me.

I see Roxy's hand slide between Mom's legs, and the legs part. The hand on my thigh touches my cock, holds it, squeezes it. A voice whispers, "Do you want me to touch it?"

"Yes," I tell my mother.

"Say it, then. Say it so we can hear you."

Roxy pauses, looks toward me.

"Touch it, Mom. I want you to touch my cock."

"Do you want to put it in me?" She whispers hoarsely

I hesitate. "Do you want me to?"

"Yes. I want you to put it in me. But only if you want to. Do you?"

I still hesitate, but not for long. "Yes, I want to put it in you. I've wanted to for a long time."

"Do it, then. Fuck me. And then fuck Roxy. We're your lovers."

I move on top of Mom, my cock brushing against her thigh, nudging the wetness around her pussy. Her hands reach around my waste.

"Kiss me," she whispers.

As with sucking her breast, I hesitate. The thought of kissing my mother on the lips was both repugnant and exhilarating. The times I'd fantasized about her, we didn't kiss, it was only raw fucking.

"Kiss her!" Roxy said.

"Kiss me."

I lower myself down, slowly moving closer, feel my lips begin to caress hers. Soft and tender, Mom's lips part and I press mine to hers. I drink in the simultaneous sensations of passion, horror, revulsion, and pure lust. Her tongue meets mine, her hand pulls my head toward hers. I feel the length of her body pressing against mine, her breasts, her thighs, her legs wrapping around mine.

Our kiss ends with a wet smack. "Now, fuck me," she says, her legs parting again.

I maneuver my cock between them, Roxy's hand guiding it. Mom's pussy is wet and slick, and my cock seems to glide right in. I thrust it deep, and she arches her back, moaning. Again, the feelings of horror and lust well inside me, but the passion wins out and I soon move in a rhythm that was makes Mom whimper. "Fuck me. Fuck Mommie. Fuck me," she pleads. Roxy stirrs her own pussy, watching us.

Before long, an orgasm welled up in me that was stronger than any I'd ever felt. I squeezed my cock to control it, prolong it. Cum shot high into the air in multiple spurts, landing on my face, my chest, the sheets. In one final burst, I thought of laying in bed with Mom and Roxy, the ultimate threesome. But in my fantasy I hadn't yet fucked Roxy.I woke up. All kinds of thoughts swirled through my head about the evening before. What was fantasy, what was reality? The clock said two fifty four. I had to pee pretty bad, so I slid quietly off the bed and stepped softly toward my bedroom door. The crusty residue of last night's jacking off jogged my memory - Mom and Roxy, her lesbian lover, had gone out for the night. Were they back yet? I'd fallen asleep after whacking off, thinking about them. Holy shit, I fell asleep buck naked, too. If they were already home, did they see me?

Figured I'd just step quietly into the bathroom, close the door, pee, flush, and get back to bed. If they were in Mom's room, they shouldn't wake up. It was extra dark in the bathroom, heavy curtains on the window kept the street lights out. I moved toward the toilet, planted my foot where I thought it usually went when I peed.

My shin touched something. Softish, warm. I jerked my leg back like I'd stepped on hot coals.

There was a giggle.

My eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness, and I could see wavy dark hair, two twinkling eyes. Roxy?

"Sorry, hon. I was here first," she whispered. "But don't go anywhere."

I stood frozen, hoping she couldn't see that I was naked. My bladder was getting painful and she must have noticed me gyrating.

"Here," she whispered again. "I see you need to go pretty bad. I'll spread my legs and you aim between 'em."

I didn't have time to think. Taking hold of my cock, which was starting to grow embarrassingly large, I released a stream of pee in a direction I hoped didn't hit Roxy. When I failed to hear the sound of pee hitting water, I clamped down as hard as I could to stop the flow.

"You're fine, honey. Go ahead," she whispered.

Surely she knew I was peeing on her. She didn't mind? What kind of kink is that? A very interesting one, it seemed. I relaxed my sphincter and let the pee flow again. I heard it hitting her skin, and adjusted my aim until I heard it on the water below.

It seemed to flow forever. When it started to slow and the stream began to hit her again, I felt her hand on my cock. Her touch made adrenaline surge through me. She moved it slightly until the water tinkled again. Finally, it seemed like my bladder was empty, except for the usual last few drops that I didn't know how I was going to manage.

Roxy leaned forward. Her mouth closed around my cock.

"Wait, I'm not done," I said quickly.

She pulled away about an inch, and held her mouth open.

I didn't have time to think before a small trickle came out and flowed straight into Roxy's mouth. Then another spurt, and another. She took my cock into her mouth again and sucked.

The experience was almost too much for me. Too many new things, so many horribly wrong things that for some reason felt so damn good. There I was, in a sexual situation with someone else's girlfriend. My mom's girlfriend, for fuck's sake. I'd never once thought of pee as anything but a nasty but necessary part of life, now a hot, sexy woman was letting me pee on her and it was turning me on. What was wrong with me? It was all happening too fast.

Then she stood up and ran her fingers gently up to my chest, wrapped them around my neck. I felt the softness of her breasts press against me. Her lips met mine, crushing them. Her tongue forced its way into my mouth and mine, meeting it, explored its throbbing fleshiness. I could taste my pee on her tongue, and something deeply depraved in me wanted more.

My hands reached around to her back and held her to me, then I slid one hand down to feel the cool smooth flesh of her ass.

She pulled away from our kiss. "Fuck me," she whispered. "In your bed."

Roxy's hand in mine, I nervously walked to my room. At my bedside, I turned to face her, embracing her and kissing her again.

She pushed me gently backwards and I landed on the bed. Her head moved down toward my cock, which disappeared into her mouth again. A heavy breath heaved in my chest, I'd never felt anything so exciting. None of the girls my age that I'd dated had been like this, no wonder I'd never gotten laid. She climbed onto me, her tits hovering just above my chest. Again I felt their warm softness as she descended onto me, our mouths coupling in a kiss of writhing animal passion.

I wrapped a leg around hers and arched my back, straining my body against hers, with my cock in the middle feeling all the pressure.

She rolled onto her back and spread her legs, murmuring, "Suck my pussy."

Maneuvering my way toward her crotch, a heady scent hit my nose. So this is what pussy smells like, I noted. It's not bad. In fact, it's pretty fantastic. As my tongue probed her clitoris it hit me that she'd shaved herself. I wondered if my mom shaved there, too.

Roxy arched her back and moaned. "Yeah, that's it."

Probing deeper, my tongue felt a fleshy button, and I explored it.

"Oh, fuck yeah," she moaned.

Her juices were getting my face wet, and I didn't mind. I thought of my mom getting Roxy's pussy juice all over her face, too, and my cock grew stiffer.

"Fuck me, now," she whispered.

I crawled up, but before sinking my cock into her I wanted to sample her breasts. First her right one - I licked her hard, dark nipple and it grew even more firm. Then I sucked as much of her breast as I could into my mouth.

"Yeah, suck it hard, suck the other one, too baby."

I moved toward her left breast and did the same, the sensation of her flesh in my mouth and the effect it had on her was incredible.

"Please fuck me now," she whispered.

Straddling her, I struggled to find the right position. It wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. Her hand grabbed my cock and guided it toward the right place, and once it started to slide in, I knew there was no turning back.

I pushed it into her, her juices making it slide easily. She felt pretty tight around my cock, and that made it feel all the more awesome for me. Soon, I felt the cum start to well up and I did my best to make it last. But it was no use - I came in Roxy's pussy with a tremendous gush, panting and sweating, collapsing in her arms.

She lay beneath me, caressing my back, kissing my cheek. I slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto my side. She turned and kissed me. "So how did you like it?" she said.

"That was fucking awesome."

"It was really your first time? I'm impressed."

"Yeah. Well, I practice a lot."

She giggled. "I should probably get back to your Mom before she wonders if I went home for the night."

I didn't respond, but she didn't leave, either. I thought about how I'd been kissing the lips that my mother probably kissed just a few hours ago. Had Roxy buried her face in my mom's pussy, covering it with her juices? When I kissed Roxy, were my mom's pussy juices getting in my mouth, like my pee was? Like when I was jerking off earlier, the idea was both horrible and exciting as hell.

"What are you thinking?" she whispered.

No way I was telling her. No fucking way.

"Don't worry about your mom," she said, placing her hand on my chest. "We talked about it. I told you before, she wanted your first time to be great. Tonight, on the way home, she brought it up again. I said I'd love to be the one to do it. Know what she said?"

"What'd she say?"

"She said, 'I think you'd be perfect. Go for it'."

"No way."

"I just didn't expect it to be tonight, or I'd have arranged for us to have more time together. I wanted to make it really special for you."

My head was swimming with all the things she was telling me. My own mom doesn't mind sharing her girlfriend with me, even though she's old enough to be, well, my mom.

"I really enjoyed what we just did, you know. You might have noticed, I perv on really freaky things. I love women, and I also happen to like young studs like you. And when we were in the bathroom, that's another kink of mine. Your mom and I do that in the shower. Do you want to take a shower with me some time?"

My cock grew hard again. "Yes, I'd like that."

"Did you like peeing on me?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to pee on you?"

"Yeah."

"Good. I want to pee in your mouth like you peed in mine." Her hand grasped my cock, stroking it.

"Yes. I want to drink your pee." I couldn't believe I was saying it.

She kissed me long and deeply. "I've got all kinds of kinks you're going to like. I think that's why your mom loves me. You two are a lot alike."

A light was turned on. My body jerked, startled. Mom was up.

She appeared in the hallway, naked. I was mortified. She'd caught me in bed with her lover. Yes, Roxy said it was ok, but was it, really?

"There you are," Mom said sleepily, peering into my room. My cock went completely limp.

Roxy turned, squinting.

"Sorry, I'm interrupting." Mom said.

"Mm, no; we were just making plans to continue tomorrow," she replied.

Mom smiled. "God, I'm sorry, come to bed when you're ready, honey."

"No, really." she slowly got out of my bed. "Jimmy's got me worn out. I'd better go to sleep before I can't walk tomorrow." She stepped toward the door, her gorgeous round ass illuminated in the soft glow of my bedside clock. She turned and blew me a kiss. "Good night, baby."

She took my mother's hand and they disappeared into their bedroom. I realized I'd been lying there naked, exposed, with my cock hard again at the sight of Roxy's gorgeous body. What was so strange was, my mom had to have seen me like that, and it didn't bother me. And it didn't seem to bother her either.

I lay there thinking about what had just happened. I'd finally lost my virginity at eighteen, and it was fantastic. All at the same time, I'd been with someone else's girlfriend, done something really kinky in the bathroom, and my mom and I had seen each other naked. It had been a night of firsts.

Roxy's juices were still on me, on my cock, and I found myself wishing I could suck them off, taste them one more time. Then I heard soft moaning from down the hall. Were they doing each other now? Holy crap, Roxy is insatiable! She went from fucking me to fucking my mom in no time at all. Or was mom fucking her? I thought of mom's face buried in Roxy's pussy, where mine had just been. The pussy my cum had just filled. My cock grew rock hard thinking of Mom licking my cum out of Roxy's pussy. I wondered what she thought of it.

I also wondered why they'd left their door open. They'd always closed it before. What if I tiptoed to the bathroom again and happened to peek into their room, what would I see? Would they notice me? Would they stop? I started to swing one leg off the bed, but then chickened out. Couldn't push my luck. I got what I wanted, and I couldn't really ask for more than that. A few minutes later I drifted off to sleep.

The sun was streaming into my room when I woke up. I stretched, turned, noticed my door was closed. I knew it was open when I went to sleep, one of them must have closed it. Did they see me naked on the bed? How could they see me with the sheet over me? Wait, I don't remember pulling the sheet over me before falling asleep - which of them did that?

I got up, slid on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt, and reached for the doorknob. I hesitated. What would I see out there? Oh, come on; nothing I hadn't seen all the other times Roxy had slept over. I opened it.

The bathroom door was closed. It sounded like the shower was running. Glancing toward Mom's bedroom, the door was open but neither of them were there. Then I heard low murmurs from the bathroom. Was Roxy doing what she'd told me they do? I wished I could watch.

Hungry, I went to the kitchen and fixed some breakfast. Took it to the living room to eat, and flipped on the TV, but turned down the volume so I could hear better whatever they were doing in the bathroom. By the time I'd finished eating, the shower noise stopped. A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

"Morning, darling," Mom said, casually passing the towel over herself as she stepped to the bedroom.

"Hey, Mom," I said.

Roxy stepped out, but without a towel. "Morning, sweetie," she said.

"Hey, Roxy." My cock stiffened.

Mom shouted from the bedroom, "Jimmy, what do you want to do today?"

In a quieter voice, I heard Roxy say, "I know what he wants to do." I also heard Mom giggle.

Mom came out, dressed in a halter top and jean shorts, and looking hotter and sluttier than I'd ever seen her. Her wavy shoulder length blonde hair was wet and tousled in a very seductive way. Roxy was right behind her, in a tight tee shirt and mini skirt. She sat on the sofa next to me. Mom sat on my other side. "You want to hang out around here today?" she said.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I said. Both of them sat with their thighs touching mine. Mom picked up the remote and turned the TV off. "Jimmy, we should talk a little about last night."

Oh shit, I thought, I'm doomed.

"I heard you were a bad boy," she went on.

"He was a very bad boy," Roxy said.

Mom leaned forward and looked straight at me. "My girlfriend cheated on me, Jimmy. She slept with someone else behind my back."

Now I was confused. Didn't Roxy say...

"What do you think I should do about it, Jimmy?"

"Um. She told me- " I could barely force myself to say it. "She said you said it was ok."

"She did, did she? Is that true, honey?" She looked at Roxy. "You told my son I approved of you sleeping with him?"

"I might have mentioned it."

Mom shook her head, frowning. "What exactly did she say, Jimmy?"

"She, um... She said you'd talked about my um... My first time, being with someone special. She said she offered to do it and you said it was ok."

Mom's frown softened. "Well, guess what?" She patted my thigh. "That's exactly what I said." Now she was smiling, and leaned back. "Tell me how it was. Was it everything you expected?"

I was so relieved, I let out a weak laugh. Turning toward Roxy, who was smiling too, I said, "It was amazing. Way better than I ever expected."

Mom leaned slightly toward me. "Do you want to spend more time with Roxy? She said in a soft voice.

I felt Roxy's fingers clasp mine. "I'd like that," I said. "If it's ok with you, that is."

"I actually don't mind at all. There's something about sharing her with you that's; I don't know. I know I'm a kinky, perverted woman - sharing my girlfriend with my son gets me kind of excited, to tell you the truth."

My cock was so hard, I tried to shift my legs to hide it. This was weird as hell, in a very awesome way.

Roxy spoke up, "My perverted side loves this, too. Jimmy's young enough to be my son. We have all kinds of naughty things to explore together."

"Darling, you only have one side, and it's perverted. Well, it'll be, uh, interesting to see where this leads," Mom said. "We three might really have a good time together. Don't you think so, baby?" She patted my thigh.

My head was swimming. I wanted to say something clever and debonair, but all that came out was, "I hope so."

"Oh, trust me; we will," she said, standing up. The tramp stamp on the small of Mom's back was right in front of my face, and the firm roundness of her ass truly tempted me to grab and squeeze it.

Roxy let go of my hand and stood too, taking mom's hand. Together they went to the kitchen. I decided I'd better shower, and went to my room to find some clean clothes.