At the moment, my eyes didn’t care, either, as they swept down her body as she pulled away from me. Her breasts were even more beautiful than my imagination had ever dreamed of them being, big, pink areola with bigger nipples than I thought she’d have, about the size of gumdrops. I reached out, and lay both hands on them, to know how they felt, then dropped my hands to my side again.
“Okay, so now the how/why question is nagging at me, just a little.” I said. “Another ‘in the moment’ urge, Mom?”
“You could say that,” Mom said. “Patti showed up around 3, and I told her where you were, and we just started talking here on the couch. Eventually the talk got a little sexual, then a lot sexual, and suddenly we were kissing. I don’t even remember who kissed who first. And things… intensified from there.”
I turned to Patti, who said, “I think I actually made the first move toward the kiss, but it was close enough to be simultaneous. Are you really okay, honey?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I really am. It might classify me as the weirdest guy in town to not be upset about this, but I don’t see a negative here, just love, however unconventional. Unless you plan to leave me for my Mom, that is.”
She giggled. “No, you’re my guy. This was… special… but I love you most of all. I won’t let anything threaten that.”
“Okay, lovebirds,” my mom chuckled. “We’ve got to get cleaned up, if we’re going to make those dinner reservations at 6.” It was 5:15. We all grabbed our clothes from the floor, and went upstairs. Patti and I quickly cleaned up in my shower, while Mom was in hers. We didn’t even have time for any hanky-panky in the shower, just enough time to get clean, dried, hair brushed and quickly styled, and back into the clothes we were already wearing, except I took the time to put on fresh boxers and Patti refreshed some makeup. Mom had switched from pants to a skirt. We got to the restaurant just at 6, and had a great time, with not a bit of nerves between the three of us. Again, a big line had been crossed, and it didn’t feel like it had changed anything.
After dinner, we went home, and Patti and I went to my room, where we worked together on polishing the speech I intended to give at the service. Mom came in around 10:30, and I showed her my final draft before I printed it.
“That’s lovely, Drew,” she said, her eyes moist, but not crying. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to get through mine, so I told the coordinator that I’d go first, and you’d rescue me if I start crying, finish my speech, then give your own. Okay?”
“Whatever you need, Mom. You know that by now, right?” I asked.
“You’re so good to me, Drew,” she said, before kissing me, long and soft, and saying, “Good night, honey”. Then she moved to Patti and did the same, saying, “Good night, sweetheart. I had fun today.” Then to us both, “I love you both, good night,” then left the room, closing the door behind her.
Turning to Patti I said, “Hmmmm”.
“What?” she squeaked.
“Just weird, realizing right now that I saw you in a 69 with my Mom -before- seeing the two of you kiss mouth to mouth. Just kinda sorry I missed the start of things today. That had to be the hottest part.”