“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Joannie asked him.
“Probably,” he grinned.
“What about me?” I interrupted them.
“You?” they both looked up at me.
“It’s about you,” Randy told me, gently. “We love you, Mom. That’s why we’re here.”
Joannie snorted and giggled.
“Okay,” he became serious, and got to his feet in front of me. “Here’s what we’re gonna do. We’ll get someone over here in the morning to clean up this mess, we’ll call the insurance company, and get Harry to file a restraining order against Allen.”
Harry was our family attorney.
“We’ll change all your passwords and have the security company over here to reset all the alarm codes.”
“What about having that bastard arrested?” Joannie asked him.
Randy nodded. “We’ll call the police. But not right now, not yet.”
“Why not?” she persisted.
“I think Mom needs some . . . attention from her loving children.” He grinned at me.
“I’m just grateful that you’re here,” I said.
“Mom, he means we’re all gonna fuck.” Leave it to Joannie to be blunt.
“Right now?” I looked between them.
Randy nodded, smiling. “Sorry, but I’ve had a hard on since she sat there with her legs open,” he waved a hand at his sister.
“Have you, now?” she said, and got on her knees, moving toward us. “Let me see.”
Randy turned toward her. Still on her knees, she reached up to his crotch and touched him. “Ooh, you are hard! Mom, feel this!”
I hesitated. This was a ridiculous situation. But the memory of my son’s masterful lovemaking emboldened me. He put an arm around me, pulling me close, and I touched his cock. I flinched a little.
Joannie and Randy both laughed.
“Sorry,” I apologized, but Randy tightened his grip around my waist.
Next thing I knew, his mouth was on mine, open, exploring me with his tongue.
“Woooo!” Joannie keened, and did a sexy little turnaround, wiggling her hips. “You go, Randy!”
He grabbed her with his other arm, and kissed her hard. When he let her go, there was fire in her eyes. She reached her arms up to him and made him kiss her again.
“Think you can handle both of us?” I asked him, now just as into it as my kids.
“Oh you two think you’re hot shit, don’t you,” he grinned.
“I am hot shit,” Joannie turned her back on him, flipped up her skirt, pulled down her pink panties, and bared her ass.
“Yes, you are,” he agreed, running a finger in her butt crack.
“Oooh!” she squealed. “Mom! Make him stop!”
The three of us laughed. I laughed at the utter inanity of us. I’d endured an emotional trauma tonight and probably needed sedation with one of my trusty benzodiapines. We should be calling the police and Harry. I should be scared shitless that Allen would come back and finish destroying my home. He’d driven off in a frenzy. For all I knew, he was already in police custody for running someone off the road.
“Mom!” Randy shook me. “Pay attention! Don’t worry about this,” he looked out at the mess in my great room. “It’s all gonna be fine. Let’s have some fun.”
“He didn’t fuck up your bedroom, did he?” Joannie asked, grabbing the half-drunk bottle of wine as she headed toward the hall.