Sluggishly he rose from the comfort of his overstuffed recliner, and after almost tripping over the empty bottle of Jose Cuervo on the floor he made his way to the front door. The fact that he was dressed in just a pair of boxers didn’t register until he’d swung open the door and saw the amused look on his former mother in-laws face. His mother didn’t appear to be quite as amused.
Madison stood there appraising her son. She wasn’t happy at what she saw. His brown hair was unkempt, his blue eyes blood-shot and the curly hairs that covered his broad chest looked sort of matted. The boxers he was wearing didn’t appear to be too fresh either. Stepping into him she whispered her condolences while fighting against the nausea that crept over her. She could smell the sweat and alcohol oozing out of his pores. She held the hug as long as possible before backing away and sucking in some fresh air. Apparently Helen didn’t have a problem with bad smells, she threw her arms around John’s neck and plastered her body against his. Madison was a little shocked as Helen’s already short skirt rode up revealing most of her ass to the world. The black thong she was wearing left her tanned cheeks out in the open. Madison turned her head away from the spectacle afraid she’d tell Helen to get her mitts off her son.
John saw Helen’s breasts bounce under her blue silk blouse as she rushed forward and crushed herself to him. When she did he felt her tits mash into his chest and he also noticed that her pelvis was pushing inward against his crotch. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. The four inch black heels she was wearing put her on an even stance with his six-foot two frame and he could feel her nipples scraping against his chest as she hugged herself to him. He knew from past experience that she could be a flirtatious minx, but this was pushing the boundaries even for her. As subtle as he could he put his hands on her hips and gently pushed her away. Her face looked a little flushed and he could see the two points of her nipples pushing the fabric of her silk blouse out. For some ungodly reason John felt his cock start to expand in his boxers. What he didn’t know was that his mother had seen the bulge too.
“John, uh, why don’t you put some pants on and bring our bags in for us,” Madison said as she stepped past him into the cluttered front room.
Helen followed, but as she stepped past him she “accidentally” let the back of her hand slide across the front of his boxers. A small wicked smile spread across her lips when she felt his dick twitch.
John and Kathy had purchased the house for a song; the previous owners had fallen on hard times and accepted the first offer they received. Two of the bedrooms were in the process of being remodeled, and had been since before Kathy’s death. Since John’s room had a separate bath he told the women they could share it and he’d stay in the one down the hall. After moving his clothes into the other room he took a shower while they settled in.