After the scene with my mother in the hallway, I went back to finish my shower. I was shaking like a leaf. I had no more idea what to do next, than the Man In The Moon. My mother had spilled her guts and then she tried to put the big moves on me right there in the hallway. My dad must really be neglecting his husbandly duties, because Ma is hotter than a two-dollar pistol.
I'd never thought of my mother in a sexual way before, but I had to admit she isn't that bed to look at. She's a little bit on the soft side, but then what do you want at forty-three? Her hair's soft and long, kind of sandy brown and shiny. She's got a pretty round face and great boobs. I'd just found out she is a fantastic kisser. And her hands feel good on you too.
I don't know what the old man must be thinking. Ma is ready to explode. I think my Uncle Ned had better look out, too. Given the right set of circumstances, he might be in for a rude awakening. Thinking back over the last two days, I reckoned that I had better keep my mind clear. My mother had already discovered me in bed with my Aunt Faye. It could easily happen again, only the next time it could be my Uncle Ned and that would be a little bit tougher to talk my way out of. Besides, Ma hadn't even asked me about Aunt Faye. I still had that to look forward to.
I had just finished dressing, when I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it and it was Ma.
"Dinner is ready, David," she said in a soft voice, looking deep into my eyes. "Please don't be angry with me."
I took her hands in mine and pulled her into the room, pushing the door closed with my toe.
"I am not angry," I said. "Just a bit confused about all of this."
"I love you so much, Davy," she whispered.
I hate it when she calls me Davy. "It's okay, Ma," I said. "We'll work this out. You'll see."
She hugged me tightly and turned and opened the door. I followed her to the kitchen. Dad was sitting in his customary seat on the end of the table.
"Hi, Son," he said, brightly.
Hi ya, Pop. What's Up?" I answered.
That would be the extent of our conversation for the evening, or so I thought. Dad wasn't much for long discussions these days. But he fooled me this time.
"I think we'll invite your Uncle Ned and his wife over on Sunday to celebrate your birthday," he said. "That way, we can meet your new aunt and get to know them a bit."
"I've already met them," I said.
"Oh?" He questioned. "How's that?"
"Uncle Ned called a few days ago and invited me to stop by their place," I answered. "It's not far out of the way I take to school. I only got to speak to him for a minute before he had to go play golf, but I got to know Faye pretty well."
The sweat was crawling down the small of my back. Mother was smiling at me. I think I wanted to be somewhere else, like on another planet.
"Faye, is it?" He asked. "We're awfully friendly already, aren't we?"
"I'm sure of that," Ma said, under her breath.
"Well, you know. She's very nice," I said. "Easy to look at too."
Ma rolled her eyes and cleared her throat, "Sunday will be fine, Ted. Why don't you invite them for brunch."
Dad called Uncle Ned and invited them for Sunday, then disappeared into the den to poke his head in the television. I was beginning to understand a little of what my mother was alluding to earlier. My dad had turned into a major couch potato.
I went to my room to do some reading for an economics class I was taking. Stereo instructions are much more exciting. I had dozed off. The movement of my bed startled me out of my slumber. My mother had entered the room and sat on the edge of my bed. She looked like she had been crying again.
"What's wrong, Ma?" I asked.
"I'm so sorry for what I did this afternoon," she sniffled.
"Why don't we just forget all about it?" I asked.
"I can't," she answered.
"Why not?" I asked.
"Because," she answered again.
"Because why?" I asked. This was getting ridiculous.
"Because it was so exciting," she whispered. "I've never had an orgasm like that."
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like that girl had," she answered.
"That was Aunt Faye," I said.
She stared at me, with her mouth hanging open. "That was Aunt Faye you were screwing this afternoon? Does your uncle know about this?"
"I hope not," I said. "But I think I'd better stay away from her. You found out only the second time I went there. Ned could walk in on us just as easy."
"You were there before today?" She asked.
"Yesterday, and the day before," I told her.
"My God, David! Are you crazy?" She gasped. "Ned will kill you if he finds out. He was so jealous of your father it made him nutsy. When he found out I was fooling around with both of them he nearly had a stroke. Then when I married Ted, he just exploded before he moved away."
"Sunday is going to be a real drag," I said.
"Maybe not," Mom said. "The guys will have twenty years to catch up on."
"What about Faye?" I asked.
"You know her. Do you think she'll say anything about the two of you?" Mom asked.
"I don't know what to think," I answered.
I was laying with my head propped up on a pile of pillows. Ma squirmed around and snuggled next to me, under my arm with her head resting on my chest. She sort of scrunched up against me in a little ball. My hand wrapped around down her back and rested on her hip. Her hand was laying on my stomach.
"Was it exciting?" She whispered.
"Was what exciting?" I asked.
"You know, with Faye," she said. "Was it exciting to make love with her?"
"Ma," I said. "I don't think we were making love. But yes, she's the most exciting woman I've ever been with."
"I think she was enjoying what ever it was you were doing to her," Ma stated.
"The way she kept screaming, I'd have to agree," I said.
"I've never been that excited," she whispered. "I've only done it with Ned and your dad. And, of course Colleen Gilbert a few times over the years. The only time I have an orgasm is with Colleen. And I haven't seen her in a long time."
"You mean you don't get off when you do it with dad?" I asked.
"I don't think I ever have," she said softly. "Your dad and Ned never took very much time making it exciting. I got so hot watching you and Faye today, that I masturbated in the car on the way back here."
"Geez, Ma, in the car?" I asked.
"I had to. I was on fire," she whispered. "What were you doing to her to make her scream?"