So this is the story of how I sort of accidentally banged my girlfriend's mom. Which sounds crazy but I guess is really par for the course lately if you've been following along.
Stephania Colabro, a.k.a. "Stephanie" got out of the uber car and steadied herself on her high heels before taking a step towards her driveway and up the steps to her house. Even with the cautious approach she lurched and staggered a bit, more than the heels accounted for, yet exactly what the buzz Stephanie was feeling could explain.
Buzzed and frustrated was her state of mind as she made her way laboriously towards her front door. She had gone out this evening with the intention of ending her personal sex hiatus with dopey Brad from accounting. but even with the high heels and tight top she was wearing. Brad was too timid to close the deal. Loser. It wasn't as if, at 44, she wasn't still hot as fuck. Her tits were still nice and firm and her ass still looked good judging by the looks she still got. She was often mistaken for a sister to her daughters Michelle and Laura, sharing their raven hair and dark eyes.
She fumbled with her key and got inside, so intent was she that she missed the fact that her daughter's boyfriend's truck was parked out front,. so she can be excused for taking off her tight top and skirt literally the second she was inside the house. Standing for a moment in the foyer in her matching white satin bra and panties gave her a bit of a chill. She shivered as she unclipped her push up bra and freed her breasts, aching a bit from the bra and her frustration, then grabbed an oversized flannel shirt from the clean laundry pile that her youngest and flightiest daughter had forgotten to take upstairs and put it on, only buttoning one button in the process. Her thinking still a little or maybe a lot slow, it only slowly dawned on her that the tv was on in the downstairs den.
She made her way over to the doorway but misjudged the size and banged into it coming in, making a bit of a racket and causing a stir inside the den. When she took the final steps she was astonished to see her daughter Laura and her boyfriend John on the couch huddled under a blanket, but even more surprised to see her usually aloof daughter Michelle watching a movie with them, lying on the floor wearing only silky short pajamas and her butt cheek sticking out. Everyone was looking a little too innocent and even in her befuddled state, Stephanie was picking it up.
she barged forward, then she realized she was wearing only panties under the flannel and hesitated just for a second before her mom instincts won out and she entered the room, a little unsteadily still, even though the heels had been replaced by (very cute little) bare feet.
"What's up you three?" she asked
The mumbled returns and slightly too innocent faces that served as a response made her sure there had been something going on, but also sure she would never get the truth out of any of them. With a sigh, she consoled herself with the fact that she didn't smell weed at least.
She gave them all one last mom look and was surprised to see John looking at her somewhat appraisingly and admiringly perhaps?
She met his gaze for a beat too long, she realized it with a start, then compounding it by once again remembering she was wearing only panties under the barely buttoned flannel. She could feel herself reddening, and why was she still staring at John, dammit?
Luckily Stephanie missed the look that passed between her daughters during this interplay, as she would have certainly recognized it.
She said goodnight and had turned to go upstairs where she badly wanted to crash hard in bed, possibly with her vibrator. Probably. An image of John by the pool from weeks earlier popped into her head and she reddened further. Before she reached the short three step landing and safety though, both her daughters started pleading with her to stay, saying they wanted to hear all about her date.
Laura pulled John closer to her to make room on the small couch, but slyly didn't move over herself, forcing her to sit smushed up against john's body, his arm over the back of the couch and therefore around her shoulders. To make things worse, the flannel had ridden up in the back. exposing her her lower back and panty clad hip which was pressed against John's side.
Laura rearranged the blanket again across all three of them, making it all the more cozy, sensual, and inappropriate, all at the same time. At normal times, inappropriate may have won out, but in her current buzzed and hazy state, cozy kicked ass. She was very relaxed and john smelled very very good.
At that point, after another exchanged glance between her daughters, Michelle excused herself and went to bed.
Stephanie engaged in a little bit of back and forth with Laura over John's chest about her date, and unconsciously wriggled a bit closer as she made herself even more comfy, yawning a little bit as the post buzz exhaustion kicked in.
So contented was she feeling after her long ass day that, perhaps inevitably, she dozed off, her head on john's chest and her hand resting on his thigh.
********************John's point of view*******
I had just settled in to an enjoyable evening of fun with my girlfriend and her crazy sister on the couch when we heard Laura's mom stumble in the hallway. I yanked my lounge pants up over my dick as Laura composed herself and Michelle untangled herself and dived onto the floor pretending to be watching tv.
I was just about to be super annoyed at the interruption and the sudden absence of Laura's mouth on my dick when I saw what Mom was wearing.
I had seen her in a bikini a few times but had been confined to sly peeks from beneath my sunglasses to avoid discovery. Like the sun, a quick glance and look away fast, with only the imprint of her body tattooed on my retinas. Now, though, my shock was so thorough and complete I stared unabashedly for several long moments. I had always though Mrs C was cute, but a little severe and bitchy, a defense mechanism perhaps from having to ride herd solo on two willful daughters. Now, though, seeing her sway in just a flannel shirt barely buttoned, lean legs peeking out from under the shirt, far more than appropriate amount of cleavage showing and a slightly smoky expression on her face and Holy Fuck is she staring at me too?
I stared helplessly into her gaze as is stretched out, knowing I should stop but unable to. A big dumb horny Deer in headlights. When Laura asked her to stay and didn't move over, I looked at her questioningly, but she was exchanging a glance with Michelle. THAT glance.
I'm no genius, but I've recently learned when things started to go my way, just roll with it. Mrs C, or I guess Stephanie now maybe, hopefully? was pressed against my side and wherever her skin was touching mine, the fire was burning. I tried not to sweat and realized there's no actual mechanism for that, tried to relax, failed, and then felt Laura's hand pinch me from the other side as she dismissed her sister with another exchange of glances. I looked at her and got a half an eyebrow in return. Oh boy.
Laura and her mom discussed the date as Mrs. Stephanie snuggled in tighter, her head on my chest and her right hand suddenly on my thigh, apparently without her conscious knowledge.
As she tilted her body, my arm fell off the back of the couch and was now around her, my hand coming to rest on that bare hip and satin panty. I used my peripheral vision to the point where my eyeball almost fell out to get a beautiful view of her cleavage as the flannel fell open a bit.
She smelled delightful, and combined with her proximity plus the feel of satin and skin, my pal dickie johnson started to respond, which panicked me a little bit. I literally bit my tongue to clear my head and was starting to get a handle when
Stephanie actually feel asleep on my chest, softly snoring adorably right into that crook between my neck and ear. At that point I could have bit my tongue clean off and it wouldn't have stopped ol' dickie.
