“Oh, I don’t care much for breasts. Mine are nothing special. I’m more of an assman.” And she grinned.
So now I wondered what she’d done to my mother’s ass. In somewhat of a daze I didn’t even see the next blurt approaching. “Well she says that yours is something special.”
Now Valeri laughed. “Oh Brian, I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. Mine is too big.”
I plunged on. Here I’d imagined that maybe we’d talk about how she came to the States, where she’d gone to school etc. Somehow it was about her and my mother’s body parts.
“I didn’t get much of a look so I can’t say, but maybe my mother likes it like that.”
“Brian” coyly now, “Are you asking to see my ass?”
That brought on a danger zone blush. “Ah, well, er” was about as much as I got out. Valeri was smiling away. Thankfully I was rescued by my mother’s return. She had changed into a snug pair of cotton shorts and pink, short-sleeved shirt.
Valeri got and said she’d change and would shower at home. As she left she flicked up the T-shirt giving me, and my mom, a good look at her ass. Thongs weren’t a thing in those days but her panties were tiny. And her ass was so inviting.
“So what do you think of her?”
“She seems very nice. Cute, no, very attractive.”
“Sexy as hell you mean. What did you talk about?”
No way was I going to tell my mom that we talked about her body. But I don’t lie very well. “She just said how much she liked you.”
Mom looked like she was on the point of a smackdown rebuttal but let it pass. “Well I like her too. A lot. She’s bringing out feelings in me that, well, no need to elaborate.” Then she leaned over and kissed my forehead. We’d never been much for open affection so this was new. Then she pulled my head into her chest. “Brian, I do hope you’ll get on with her. I’d give her up if I thought you were uncomfortable with the relationship but I think I’m smitten.”
“Mom, she’s great. And I can already see the change in you. She’s welcome anytime.”
“Glad to hear it. Are you saying this because you want to see more of her ass?”
Another blush. “I’m sure that was more for your sake.”
“And I’m sure you enjoyed it every bit as much as I did.” Then she kissed my forehead again.
Part 3 – Developments and Conversation with Mom
Over the next few months they were dating steadily. Valeri stayed over a couple of times a week – usually Wednesdays and Saturdays. My mother was very happy and looked like she’s lost years off her life. She also got more touchy-feely. Simple things like touching my arm when we talked, more hugs and snuggling up on the sofa when we watched TV. Unlike a lot of guys on Literotica, I wasn’t desperate for a sexual relationship with my mom, though I did find her attractive and welcomed the growing closeness.
I was also enjoying Valeri’s company. She’d compliment and tease me and became more openly affectionate with my mother. Slaps on the butt and open-mouthed kisses when she left. At first my mother tried to stop this when I was around. Eventually she went with the flow. One time I entered the kitchen when they were kissing and Valeri was fondling my mother’s (clothed) breast. That led to a talk.