She was quiet with me the next day, I never said a lot, I didn’t want things to flare up. But she was back in my bed that night while her husband, my Uncle John slumbered peacefully.
“Mom called today,” I told her after I had dumped a day’s load of red hot sperm into her. “She said the house is ready this weekend.”
“Oh,” Beth said.
“Are you going to tell her about us Beth?” I asked.
“Do you think I should?” she said.
“Well, you tell her everything else, you two are like peas in a pod. I know she knows that you and him,” I nodded at the wall, “don’t have the most exciting sex life do you?”
“Cynthia talks too much,” she told me.
“So you will be then?” I wasn’t fearful I wanted Beth to tell her, and hopefully tell her how great I am in bed. Beth didn’t know it, and neither did my mom but she was next on my target list, and this might be the best way in, I hoped.
“I’m sure it might accidently come up in conversation. You know what your mom is like for wheedling things out of people, especially me.”
“Just so I will know to be ready Beth,” I said, “now get on your knees I want to screw that beautiful ass of yours again.” She did quickly and willingly, and so did I, fuck her ass again I mean.
I left on the Saturday morning promising regular visits, and meaning it as I groped Beth’s ass. Mom was busy all weekend and then Beth phoned saying she was coming round. I disappeared rapidly. I wanted her and my mom to have a good few hours to chat about things.
When I got in that night I could tell there was an air of change. My mom gave me that look, the one that said, “I know!” I disappeared for a while knowing she would not be able to resist a confrontation, if that’s what it was going to be.
Let me describe my mother. First she is a better looking, if not older version of my Aunty Beth who I was now certain had spilled the beans about us, even if my mom had wheedled it out of her.
She is a bit taller, carries a little more weight, though that is spread evenly all over. Her face is Nordic, kind of. Her eyes are like the night stars. A very expressive face, and a full generous mouth. Her body which I see a lot of, we do live in the same house.
She is a free lance journalist and works a lot from home. My old man is no longer on the scene and I rarely see him. And I have wanted her from the day I realised that women were seriously different from us. The opportunity with Beth was just that, but my battle plan, Plan A was my mother, and Beth was giving me the ‘in’ I hoped.
“Mathew,” I heard her call.
“Yes mom,” I called back.
“Can we talk please.”
“Sure, now?”
“Can I come in honey?” She was outside my door, but I knew that. Plans only work when they want to do, what I had not planned for right now was, my dick was like a telegraph pole, tall and strong, and ready to be wired.
“Yes mom, come on in,” I told her. I couldn’t get in to bed could I? So I knew she would see my tent pole. I mean, I couldn’t keep my back to her could I? So taking a deep breath I faced the door as it opened. I looked down and up before she was fully in. Yep the big bad bulge was on view. I suddenly thought this might not be a bad thing.