If you've read the first three instalments, you'll have a flavour of the kind of relationship I now had with Anne and Mike. I was seeing one or both of them most evenings - and it nearly always turned sexual! This is the story about how their mom became part of our sexual adventures.
On Saturday evening, I was on my own. Anne and Mike had gone to a wedding and I was at a loose end. I decided to take a bath and since I lived alone, had not bothered to dress afterwards. When the doorbell rang, I forgot that Anne and Mike were out and thought it would be one of them.
"It's open!" I called out.
"Hello, it's Sandra!" The voice I recognised at once belonging to Anne and Mike's mom.
I grabbed a towel in a panic and stammered something about expecting someone else.
Sandra also apologised for disturbing me, as I tried to make a small hand towel fit around my waist in vain. I had to keep hold of it with one hand and felt very naked.
"Look, I'm really sorry to disturb you like this - it's just that I was on my own tonight and I can't get my video to work. I wondered if you'd have a look for me?"
"Sure, Sandra, just let me put something on."
"No need on my account," quipped Sandra.
Was she being a bit flirtatious? I must admit I has fantasised about Sandra. She must've been about forty, but she still has a fantastic body. She often wore tight leggings that showed a firm bottom, and sometimes her nipples were clearly visible through her T shirts.
"Perhaps for the neighbours?" I replied.
I went to a pile of clean laundry and managed to find a pair of boxer shorts one handed. Putting them on under the towel Sandra made no effort to avert her eyes. She continued to stare as I put on jeans, a T shirt and some trainers.
Now dressed, I followed her back to her house and she told me that her husband was always away working, and never fixed anything. With Anne and Mike out all night too she was going to be pretty lonely - especially if she couldn't even watch a video.
She went into her kitchen to fetch me a drink and I unscrewed to case on the family VCR.
It was clear that the video had dirty heads. The tape played, but on the TV was only a snowstorm. I ejected the tape and set to work cleaning the heads with alcohol and swabs. Presently, I put the tape back in and this time everything was working. The tape was a porn film which I had previously seen when Mike had brought it round to my place!
Sandra returned and seemed to be not even slightly embarrassed by the onscreen pictures which currently featured one girl licking the pussy of another.
"You fixed it!" She seemed really impressed at my simple repair.
"I just cleaned the heads - shall I stop it now?"
"Why, does it offend you?" She gave me a mocking look. "I thought you liked this kind of thing!"
"Well..."
"Anne and Mike do talk to me, you know. It's OK, I'm no prude."
"No, of course it doesn't offend me."
I took the beer and sat on the sofa and wondered just how much Anne and Mike had told their mum.
"Do you like to watch two women?" Sandra posed the question like you would ask someone if they took sugar in their tea.
"Yes," I croaked, "do you?"
