By the time Mom got home we were again dressed sitting down stairs watching TV. When Mom came in it was as if the hands of time had been turned back. It was like old times us three together at night on the night when Dad had to work late. Mom came in drooping like a rock I a large stuffed chair across from me. I noticed she looked very tired and I ask her if she was feeling well. She told me she was just tired from all her volunteer work at the church and hospital. Mom was a young widow. Only fifty-four years old and to me she was still a very attractive lady. She was tall slim, with a fine figure. Her breasts were nearly the size of Monica’s. Her hips were a little wider and yet she was not fat or too large in any department. I ask her if she had dated since Dad died. She said, no but she was thinking it was time for her to move on. She could see that she had much to offer a man and she really would like a man near her own age to be companion with.
Monica suggested that we three go out tomorrow night and visit a few places where men her age hang out. Mom was not a drinker at home but I had seen her have a beer or two from time to time. So we agreed to have dinner out and go dancing at the hotel lounge, as that was mostly an older crowd. I was the first to come down stairs. I was dressed I a dark blue two-piece with a white shirt and tie. Mom came out of her room and stood in the doorway facing the living room where I stood mouth gapped open my nerves working over time and a deep quivering feeling building in my groin. My mom was a living doll.
I had never seen her dressed like this before. She must have been planning an outing for some time and had bought this outfit in hopes on using it to lure a member of the opposite sex into her web. Her hair was up in back with curls down around her ears. Earrings we dangling above bare shoulders. The dress was off the shoulders held in place by her gorgeous breasts. Those tits were made for something besides feeding babies. The dress was snug but not too tight all the way to mid thigh. Her waist was small and this accented her fine curves of ass and hips. Shoes to match the dress set off the long shapely legs that disappeared up into her hemline. I was staring as my cock rose to full attention.
If Mom saw it she did not let on. I said, ” Holy shit, you look great.” I think I caught a slight blush as she held out a hand for me to take. I walked he to a chair but she said, Monica was coming down the stairs and we needed to go. Turned again got the shock of my life. My beautiful baby sister was nearly naked. A neckline that was down to a hairs breathe about her nipples. A skirt so short I was sure her pussy and ass were showing. Besides that there was no middle in the dress or what eve it was. Only a few little black string tied the two pieces together. Again I said, ‘ Holy shit.” Monica laughed out load and said, “Well the idea was to get attention.” Well there was no doubt about it where ever we went we would get the eyes f every man in the place if he was alive regardless of age. Mom sat in the back and Monica sat up next to me. I could not help by rest my hand on her bare thigh. She only smiled and felt my crotch and was pleased with what she found there.
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