Malorie flung open the door seeing Martin's car pull into the driveway. Did her only son look taller, more filled out? she wondered. He'd always been very lanky, somewhat awkward but there was more fluidity in his motions, "Hey sweetie! So good to have you home, even if it's for the week. Katerina, you look so pretty," she quickly hugged her son and the redhead. "Annie, come here and give me a hug, great to see you," she said, her face beaming.
They came in, put away their bags, and joined Martin's mom in the living room. Martin looked around for anything that had changed and he felt a small comfort seeing nothing new.
"Mom, it's really good to see you. I've missed you, this place. How's dad doing?" he looked around. "Not home?"
Malorie chuckled, "He's out biking."
"Dad has a bike? I cannot remember him ever riding a bike," the boy said.
Malorie got up, "I should show you something," she sighed. She looked at Kat and Annie, "Why don't you help yourself to whatever you want in the kitchen, "We'll be right back."
Malorie entered her bedroom and hesitated. 'Bad idea, really bad idea,' she thought.
Martin put a hand on her shoulder, "Ok mom, what's going on? First, you were really cryptic on the phone when you mentioned dad's birthday present, he's out biking and you're acting...secretive now," he looked at his mom.
She looked quickly at her son, then sighed, "Your dad is going through a middle-age crisis is all I can think of and I'm not blaming you, but I think you triggered it...which sounds like I'm blaming you," she chuckled. "Right after prom when you and Kat...and Annie got together, well he started working out in the morning on the way to work. Then after you left for college he bought a bike and he's been going farther and farther."
Martin shook his head, "What does that have to do with me? I mean, maybe because I took my bike to school?" He stopped, "or he's maybe jealous?"
Malorie blushed, "Ok, this is something that you cannot ever tell anyone," she paused, "especially your girlfriend." She went over to her dresser and bent down to open the bottom drawer.
Martin gasped as his mom pulled out a cheerleading uniform and red wig. "Is that my school's...?"
"Hang on, sit," she pointed to the bed.
The boy watched his mom disappear into the bathroom. He heard her rustling aware she was undressing fighting the feelings of intrigue as he imagined his mom getting undressed right there.
Malorie looked in the mirror and nodded, 'Ok, here's where Martin loses all respect for his mother, though he did watch me in that video.' Shrugging, she opened the door, stepped out, and posed.
Martin stood up, gaping. His mother looked just like Kat. Perhaps a little taller, but the hair was a perfect match to what it was back in high school, her cheerleading outfit was the school one, perhaps a little shorter and, "Mom? Are those green contacts?" he asked. He came over, turned her around to look at her feeling unwanted arousal. "Oh, wow! And you got this after Kat and I got together?"
Malorie blushed, both for discussing his father's fantasies but also seeing how her son was looking at her. She knew he'd seen the video of her totally exposed, but this was something different, something more. Maybe because she could see his reaction and the outline in his shorts. "No, I got this as a treat for your dad a couple of years ago when we first saw Kat. You remember the Garfield game in your sophomore year? I mean...at first...I just got the wig, then I saw this outfit last year at the consignment store...then I was at the eye doctors and they had these contacts," she said softly, "It seemed every time I added to the ensemble, the fantasy...well, you can guess the rest," she sighed.
Martin shook his head, "I'm impressed. You really look like her." He pulled her into a hug, "A bit taller, but wow, you even have the same...yeah, well...." he blushed.
"Boobs, I know," she said as she bounced them, "It would not have had the same impact without your girlfriend's impressive assets." She blushed as her son glanced towards her crotch, "No, I haven't gone that far," she giggled.
"I'm sorry, how far?" Martin asked, "Oh! Never mind," he blushed. "Ok, you still haven't told me much, except that I now have impure thoughts about my mom."
"Yeah, sorry. Hang on, I'll go change," she said, "Then I'll show you some other stuff. Relax. This was the really bad one," she sighed as she headed into the bathroom
Martin quickly tried to get his cock to not so obviously show in his baggy shorts before his mom came back. When she came back out he was suddenly aware of how good she looked in her skinny jeans and tight tee-shirt. Why hadn't he noticed how hot she was before? He mentally slapped himself and changed the subject, "Ok, what else?" He followed her to his dad's office.
Malorie went over to the desk, opened the bottom drawer, and pulled out a pile of brochures, "Here. He's been stopping at car dealers and these are what he's been looking at.
Martin took the colorful pamphlets, Mustang, Corvette, Porsche Boxter, Acura NSX... Martin looked up, "So you're saying he's having a midlife crisis." He nodded, "He is going to be 45 and, well," he said sadly. "So, what's your idea for his birthday? Get him one of these?"
Malorie shook her head, "Look. This is a stupid idea. Please say no if you agree. I just thought it would make your dad really happy," she paused, "I know this makes no sense to you, but when you get to be our age and things begin to sag, you're not as firm as you once were, you begin to feel like life's passing you by. The guys or girls no longer check you out. Anyhow, I thought if Kat were willing, um, you know...shit!" She put her face in her hands but then stepped back and plopped into the desk chair, "Stupid idea. It sounded dumb in my head, but this...." she pointed to the colorful pamphlets, "I thought perhaps she'd want to spend the night with Mark...Oh shit! That couldn't have sounded worse."
"I think it's a great idea. Kat can renew dad's confidence about himself, fulfill a fantasy, though I was really impressed with how much you looked like her, but this is totally up to her. She has commented on how she thinks dad's hot," he paused, "I see why you didn't get right to the point. I can just see Kat's expression if I ask her if she'd like to get laid by a great guy," he chuckled. "I got it, you go back and change again. I'll bring her up and summarize the whole midlife crisis thing."
"Oh, God, do I have to? I was going to ask that you never breathe a word of that to her, to anyone," she blushed.
"Relax, I think she'll be really flattered," he turned to go downstairs, "Five minutes?"
Kat stood up, "Ok, we've speculated on a whole bunch of things, but spill!"
Martin grinned, "Nothing bad. You'll see. Follow me."
"I'm coming too," Annie jumped up, "You have all this cloak and dagger shit and I'm going to sit here?"
The three went upstairs and stopped at the master bedroom door, "Mom? You decent?" He nodded hearing her assent and opened the door, "Katerina, meet your doppelganger," he said.
"Holy shit, wow!" Kat blurted out, "Why? How? What?" She looked between Martin and his mom, "Is this like a joke or something, wow! Did I already say, Wow?" She walked around the woman, admiring her, "I look really good," she looked questioningly at Martin. "What's going on?"
Malorie took the girl's hand and led her over to the bed, "I'll try to make this as short as possible, but...." she proceeded to go through all she'd told and shown Martin.
Annie nudged Martin, "So, isn't this just what you wanted to hear in graphic detail about your parents?" she whispered. "I always knew Mark was a really horny guy, but having Mal dress up as your girlfriend?" She patted her hip pockets and whispered, "I have the name of a great therapist here somewhere." she giggled softly.
"So, that's when I came up with pretty much the stupidest idea I'd ever had," she looked over at Martin, "Um, I thought that...."
"She had this idea that perhaps dad's midlife crisis might be mitigated by being able to spend the night with a girl he's fantasized about for a few years," Martin said, "I think it sounds great, but I'm not the one who will be...spending the night," he trailed off as images suddenly flooding his brain.
Kat at first looked shocked, then slowly smiled, "He is hot," she looked tentatively at Martin, "I've thought about it. I'd love to, but you don't mind someone sleeping with your husband?" she asked looking at the blonde.
Malorie scoffed, "He's been fucking you for the last couple of years, pardon my language," she indicated her outfit, "You might not have felt it, but I sure did."
Kat laughed, "Or another way of thinking about it, Martin has been sleeping with his mother and didn't even know it," she looked over at the boy, "Think about it."
Martin looked at Annie, "You have the number of that therapist?"
Annie went over and stood both up, "Holy crap, even the eyes, though yours are a bit greener," she felt both pairs of breasts, "Very close. Turn around, let me see those asses," She looked over at Martin, "I'm thinking about Oedipus right about now," she giggled feeling both girl's asses. She turned both around and nodded towards Martin's shorts, "I'd suggest a mother, son talk later. Totally inappropriate!" she laughed. She sat down on the bed and patted it for Martin to join her. Looking at her sister she asked, "so, how is this going to work? Just have Kat sneak into bed with him while you drive this boy to therapy?"
Malorie laid out her tentative plans and looked expectantly at the three, "Well? Any holes? Any issues?"
Kat looked at Martin, "So, first you. How will you be if I'm sleeping with another man, your father?" she thought a second, "I mean, every time we get together with your family will your dad look at me and remember? Or, will you be wondering?"
Martin looked thoughtful, "Strangely enough I like sharing you with someone I love. Dad's a great guy and if you're happy with it, I'm thrilled to make dad's day...or night I guess," he smiled.
