“Brian, I’m sorry about that. Valeri is very affectionate you know. But I shouldn’t have let myself get carried away while you were in the house.”
“It’s OK mom. I wouldn’t have minded a show.” Mr. Blurt was seldom at a loss for words.
She looked slightly shocked; then laughed. “Hmm, two women. Every guy’s fantasy, right?”
True dat, though since one was my mother, I wasn’t sure how to take it. Ducking the question seemed the safer course of action. “Seriously, you two have been going out for several months now. It’s a serious relationship – not just a fling. If you want to be affectionate in your own home, I shouldn’t inhibit you.”
That mature-ish response gave my mother pause. “Brian, that is so sweet and thoughtful of you to say. I’ve no intention of flaunting anything but thanks so much for the assurance.”
I should add that I’d gotten into the habit of rising on Sundays before they did. The new routine was to bring them coffees in bed before they got up. One time as Valeri was reaching for hers, the covers slipped and I saw her breasts. They were small but nicely shaped. Her nipples were dark brown and very long and perky. She was nonchalant about it. “Oops, well, nothing to see here Brian.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Actually, I don’t. I’m not crazy about big breasts. Never wanted a couple of heavy melons. Your mother’s are about as big as I like them. But I do love my nipples; their color and how they stand out when I’m excited.” Which presumably she was now. “Do you like what you see?”
Now my mother was watching this exchange with an expression that was one part surprised and one part hard to read. Had it been just Valeri and I alone, I would have been more forward. But under the circs, “You’re a very pretty woman Val.” And I left.
Over the next few weeks Valeri never covered her breasts when I brought in the coffee. My mother always did. I asked her about this one night when we were on our own. We were watching an old movie and on our second glass of wine.
“Mom, does it bother you that Valeri doesn’t cover her breasts when I bring you coffee?”
“It did at first and I talked to her about it. Her attitude is that they’re only tits so what’s the big deal. She’s not that into breasts as sexual playthings so maybe that’s a factor too.”
“But you always keep yours covered.”
“No shit Sherlock. I’m your mother.”
“Sorry, but it just seemed incongruous.” I’m not sure if that’s the word I wanted but that’s the word that came out.
“Are you saying you want to see your mother’s tits?”
“Well, um, not that I’m asking you to see the, just that I wouldn’t mind, no, that I’m sure they’re great looking, but I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable…” I blundered on for a few more part-sentences before my mother laughed.
“Brian, I’m the one who’s made you uncomfortable. Even though you didn’t complete a sentence, I understand. So henceforth I needn’t be so vigilant about my modesty. Just keep in mind that Valeri is much more adventurous than I am.”
“How so?”
“I can’t tell you about our sex life.”