Mom got up late. The sun streaming in from the balcony made the room too bright for sleeping even for her who hardly had half a dozen winks that night. She stood up and yawned. She had no clothes on but given the life style she and her family had adopted in hectic Copenhagen for the past two days it did not matter. She moved to the balcony. On the road two floors below there were many passers by but none was looking up. She was disappointed. If they had she would have waved to them. Not for the first time she was astonished at the way her family relationships had changed in just three days. Deep in her mind she knew that visit to the swing club was only the spark that had fired the explosives that were already stacked and wired.
She came in and sat down on the sofa. The night had been a splendid one. Her son Kelvin who was sleeping jet lagged in her bed when she switched off the lights last night had woken up at what was mid-day in New Jersey. He was nuzzling his head between her thighs to reach for her vulva. She woke up and as one as much from the Eastern Time Zone as her son she was equally alert. She spread her thighs and son's lips were on her vulva and his tongue on her turgid clitoris. With finger tips she was scratching son's scalp and encouraged by Mom's gesture he found her Spot. She climaxed and it led to an immensely satisfactory union.
They pulled a divan to the balcony and lay hugging each other and slept. She was up again when the Eastern sky was lightening. Son was lying on his back soundly asleep. His penis, fair sized even in sleep, lay on its side as if it was slumbering on its own right. She took son's penis into her mouth and moved it in and out. He was breathing the breath of one in deep slumber but surprisingly his penis was not. She could feel the penis filling her mouth. It was getting warmer too. She looked up to see if he was awake. He was; sitting reclined on the divan he was looking at her with wide open eyes. His penis was now large, so large that mother's mouth had the aspect of a python at its meal. Her head was going back and forth, plopping his rose ever and on. He was now bending forwards holding back of mother's head with one hand and her cheek with the other.
"I'm coming Ma," he said as if to warn her but she waved him on. And then the hand holding the back of her head landed on her breast and his great toe sought her vulva. They were now moving in frenzy and mother's buttocks were vibrating as she rubbed her clitoris on his foot. He ejaculated and Mom caught each spurt in her mouth without spilling a drop. When she judged no more was coming she swallowed. They hugged tight.
"It was good," she said. It was getting cold. They moved in and lay on the bed and were soon asleep. Kelvin was not there when she woke up very late.
She stretched and wriggled her toes. The recollection of last night's events was making her moist in the vulva. She bent her head and gently separated her vulval lips to see if any juice was peering out. There was none. She found two notes stuck to the mirror. Husband had gone to see a client and son and daughter were down for breakfast. She pulled a thin frock over herself, gave a brush to her hair and went down to join them. She must get hold of daughter Caro and hear her red hot experience with her father last night in her own words.
Son and daughter were not in the breakfast room. Either she had crossed them in the elevator or they had gone for a walk. She toasted two slices of bread and ladled two generous spoonfuls of scrambled eggs on the plate. She felt thirsty. She selected orange juice to slake her thirst and filled the largest tumbler she could find to the brim. She sat in one corner and ate and drank. Her thoughts were on her son and daughter. They two have not united. Would that happen today to complete the circle? Three days ago when they got on the plane in Newark the very thought of son having sex with her daughter would have set her trembling, but now she felt that they had to unite to close the family sex circle. She smiled. Strange were the ways of humans.
It was closure time for breakfast. She had to get back to the room. She must have pressed the wrong elevator button for when she came out she was one floor below hers. There was not a soul on the long stretch of blue carpeted corridor.
She had another attack of what she liked to think of as Copenhaganitis, the ailment that she and her family were in the grip of since arrival in that city.
'Why not' she said to herself and after pause she repeated aloud, 'why not indeed?' In the new state she was in to think was to act. She pulled off her frock and quite casually threw it away with a flourish. That done she walked up and down the corridor in the nude. She was determined to be there till someone came her way. She found it a thrilling experience, even more thrilling than her first exposure in the swing club. On that occasion every one present was nude but this time she alone was. The thought that in her country such action can bring in the police gave it an extra spice. But if no one was there to see her what point was there in that exercise? But not for long. Two men walked out of the elevator and came towards her. One of them stopped to pick up the frock she had thrown away. When they were close enough the one who had the frock asked something in a language she did not understand. The man repeated again this time in heavily accented English.
"Is this yours madam?" Both were young men in their twenties.
"Yes," she said and accepted the frock and threw it over her shoulders. "I have missed my floor, could you direct me to room," she said naming the room. "If it is not too much of a bother could you please take me there?"
"Certainly. Please come with us." They walked towards the elevator.
"Could we go up the stairs?" said Mom.
"Certainly." They found the stairs and walked up. The well of the stairs was open and those walking the stairs could see them. Extraordinary city this Copenhagen. I
A nude woman is walking with two men up the stairs in open daylight and there was not even a raised eye brow for reaction!
"Do you feel uncomfortable walking with a nude woman?"
"It is a pleasure. You have made our day." It was the one with the blue shirt who has done all the talking till then who said that.
"Not just the day, may be the month or even the year," said the other one. He wore a brown shirt with stripes. The three walked up to the room. She inserted the key and turning she smiled.
"Thank you," she said.
"You are always welcome," said blue shirt.
"Could we take a photograph?" said brown stripes." She thought for a moment.
"You could but let me cover my face." She did so with her frock. She stood away from the wall and both clicked away. Through a slit she could see them. When brown stripes crouched on the floor with camera pointed up she helpfully spread her thighs. More clicking followed.
"Over?"
"Yes."
"I can uncover my face?"
"Yes."
"May we have that frock as a souvenir?" said brown stripes. She smiled and handed it to him. Then she lightly hugged each and planted a chaste kiss on the cheek. A turn of the key and she was gone.
"Is it you Mom?" it was the plaintive voice of Caro her daughter,
"Yes darling."
