Jerri spent what was left of the morning with the caterers, making sure they cleaned up everything perfectly and putting the yard back into its proper condition. She really wasn't concentrating; her mind was sorting through the events of the last two days. She still couldn't believe what had happened. In what was really a blink of the eye, she had gone from being a devoted wife and mother to being an incestuous cock craving slut. No, this wasn't your typical "I want to be with you forever" incestuous relationship. It appeared that they were simply fuck buddies, a mother and son with privileges.
There were side effects, however. She noticed her eyes checking out the young men cleaning up after the party, lingering on their crotches, sizing up their "packages." She chuckled when she realized she had used such a new word in her thoughts. Maybe the new Jerri had finally moved into the twenty-first century.
When everything was back to picture perfect, the caterers left. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note on the counter. "Gone to Mike's...back later for dinner. Love T." She was a bit disappointed, but realized it was probably for the best. Her husband was due home soon and God forbid he caught her finishing up what she had started before the caterers had arrived. She decided to take a long, hot shower. She still smelled like sex and was still leaking her son's semen, though she had done her best to clean herself before hurriedly getting dressed.
She walked past the laundry on her way to the master bedroom and decided that discretion was the better part of valor. She shed her clothes and dropped them into the washing machine, set the dial for light load, added the detergent and hit the button. It felt strangely delightful, walking through the house completely naked. She felt free...emancipated. She stopped in front of the full length mirror in their room, taking stock of her physical attributes for the first time through her new eyes.
A MILF she thought...a phenom. "You're not bad for an old lady," she stated to herself. She cupped her large, pendulous breasts in her hands and examined them carefully. They were too big to be perky. They didn't sag yet, but stood out proudly from her chest. "Thirty-four double D." The teeth marks were still there. Matt was too drunk to remember last night. She would show him what a tiger he had been. She smiled. The best defense is a good offense. She dropped her breasts and watched them sway gently before letting her eyes travel down to her mound. She laughed. She was still leaking. She slid a finger along the slit, dipping them in enough to gather a good amount of the sticky liquid. She rubbed it between her thumb and her fingers, enjoying the feel of its creamy texture before popping them into her mouth for another taste.
"You are so wicked, Jerri Rollins. I think you were born to be a slut." She laughed and turned for a brief examination of her beautifully shaped ass. It still flowed out with that sleek curve from her back, jutting out just the right amount before curving abruptly back in with that perfect tuck. The cleft was still wide, nicely separated to give a clear view of that crinkly brown ring that peeked out between two pliant loaves of firm, lightly tanned flesh. Matt was never fond of anything anal but she had thoroughly enjoyed what few experiences she had before she met him, a few exploring fingers and slender toys, though she had never had anything the size of Toby in her ass. She wondered if he took after his father.
Jerri finally pulled herself away from the mirror and started the shower. When the water finally was right, she stepped in. Nearly an hour later, she stepped out, squeaky clean and ready for whatever the rest of the day might bring. She wrapped a towel around her head and slipped into her thick terry cloth bathrobe. It felt warm and comforting, so soothing she postponed getting dressed and plopped down into the tempting luxury of leather recliner that sat opposite her the bed. In all the excitement, she hadn't realized just how tired she was. She closed her eyes for just a moment.
"Damn it, I was just getting comfortable," she growled as she heard the unmistakable ring of her cell phone. It was only when she opened her eyes that she discovered that "moment" had been hours. The room was dark and silent save for that incessant ringing of her phone. That aggravating "Star Wars" music and the eerie blue light it gave off finally led her to her dresser. "Hello?"
"Honey, where the hell have you been? I've been trying to reach you for hours." Matt sounded a bit peeved but quickly seemed relieved after hearing her voice. "Are you all right?"
"I'm so sorry, Hon, I fell asleep after the caterers left and must not have heard the phone. Where are you, at work?" Over the years she had grown accustomed to him being late for this or that emergency that only he could take resolve. She looked at her phone. "It's after eight o'clock. Is something wrong?" She waited dutifully to hear about this current crisis. The New York office needed the boss to hammer out the final details of an agreement...due Tuesday...the company plane is waiting...emergency bag of clothes at the office...back Tuesday night...I love you. "I love you too, Hon. I'll see you then." She put her phone back on the dresser and went to switch on the lights.
So this is the life of the phenom MILF, alone on Saturday night. She had to laugh at the irony of the situation. She pulled the towel off her head, tossed it on the bed and examined her hair. Not bad, she thought. It could be worse. She fluffed it out with a brush and shook her head. "The casual look is in," she told herself, noting she was talking to herself a lot more these days. "I must be getting old." The robe joined the towel on the bed and she rummaged through her drawers for something comfortable to wear. "This is perfect." She slipped the oversized Rugby shirt over her head and glanced quickly at herself in the mirror. "Fuck the underwear. This covers all the private parts. Anyway, who's going to see?"
She headed downstairs in search of something to eat. As she approached the den, she heard the unmistakable theme song from Rocky accompanied by the requisite chorus of leather gloves pounding human flesh. She cautiously poked her head around the door frame. "Hi, Baby...Hi Mike. How long has the gruesome twosome been here?" Both heads snapped around. They looked a bit startled at first but quickly broke into smiles.
"Hey, sleepy head, it's about time you woke up. We've been here a couple of hours. I invited Mike over for dinner. But I saw you were zonked out and figured we'd better fend for ourselves."
"Hi, Mrs. Rollins, great party last night. My folks told me to let you know that had a great time. Come join the party. There's pizza, beer and a Rocky marathon on the tube...life doesn't get any better than that." For a moment, Jerri thought what had transgressed with her and both of them had been a dream. It was like the clock had been turned back a couple of days. But her body said differently. She had dreaded this moment, being with the two of them together, but was greatly relieved by how they handled the situation. Well three could play this game. She walked in and sat on the couch next to Toby.
"Well guys, two out of three ain't bad." She grinned and picked up a slice of pizza. They were well into the second movie, devoid of pizza and twisting off the caps of their fourth beer when Mike, as he crudely put it, had to "drain the lizard." The beer had loosened them all up, but not even the slightest innuendo pertaining to sex had been mentioned...until then.
