I wanted to get up as curiosity about Valeri was killing me. Mom too looked fetching in her baby doll. But I thought I should give them some time as obviously Valeri needed to get dressed. I drifted off, got up with a start about 45 minutes later and took a shower. Mom’s bedroom door was open and no one was inside so they must be in the kitchen. I put on a pair of boxers and T-shirt and made my way there.
“So there you are.” Mom, still in her baby dolls, came over to greet me with a hug and a hand through my hair. “And this is Valeri.”
“And you must be Brian. Thanks so much for your shirt.” She came over and we hesitated. I thought of a handshake but that seemed way too formal. But anything else seemed too familiar. Valeri rescued me by giving me two quick pecks on each cheek.
“Nice to meet you Valeri.” Clichés are safe when the brain isn’t in gear. She was short, about 5’2″ and had medium length wavy black hair. Her legs were a bit thick but very firm. Small breasts from the look of how my T-shirt hung and she was barefoot which I found oddly sexy. I don’t have a foot fetish but I do like a nicely formed one. Her red toenail polish just added to the effect. As she turned to go back to the table, I could somewhat tell that even through the loose-hanging T-shirt, her ass was one for the ages. It reminded me of a pornstar from the 80s (whose name I’ve now forgotten) and the closest modern day equivalent would be J-Lo’s.
They were on their coffee and chattering about folks at work. I just had some fruit and toast and didn’t join the conversation. But I noticed that my mother looked animated in a way I’d seldom seen. Eventually she got up.
“I’m going to take a shower now so you two have some time to get to know each other better.” And she left with the slightest of sashays.
Valeri and I looked at one another, each I suppose searching for a conversation starter.
“You’re so cute.” she said. “You look so much like your mother.”
That nonplussed me. Few guys take it as a compliment to be compared to their mothers. But, I knew that Valeri liked my mother so what the hell.
“Thanks. You’re quite attractive. I can see why my mom wanted to go out with you.”
“I was the one who pursued her. She was so helpful at work and, well, I’ve a weakness for tall, trim blondes. Just the opposite of me.”
I must have blushed. Valeri continued “Oops, maybe I shouldn’t talk like this with her son.”
“It’s OK. I know she works out and keeps fit. She just complains about her droopy breasts.” Once again I couldn’t believe what I was saying it as I said it. I sometimes have a tendency to blurt and sitting there with Valeri seemed to ratchet it up. She was at the end of the table and I was on one side. My T-shirt which hung at mid-thigh standing was edged up much higher seated. And she had this bright expression that edged on blooming into a full, glorious smile. Her eyes were captivating and she had full, broad lips. Lips, which I reminded myself, must have been on my mother’s pussy just a few hours ago.