Barbara was feeling pretty good about life. It had taken eighteen years since the day her marriage had broken up, but thanks to Kelsey and everything that had happened since she met her, she felt like a new woman. At forty-seven years of age, she'd been eating right and exercising regularly for years, and it paid off with a MILF body and energy to burn. Sure, things had gotten complicated lately — a steady, ongoing affair with an eighteen-year-old boy and occasional sex with her twenty-two-year-old son had stickied-up the works a bit, but in general, Barb was a happy gal.
That kind of confidence showed, and she started attracting men. A woman who looks like Barbara always gets hit on occasionally, but as she got deeper into Kelsey's world she was definitely attracting more men, and better looking ones, too.
Austin wasn't too crazy about the male attention his mother was receiving. He knew the day would eventually come when Barbara got serous with a man, but it had been just him and his mom for so long, it was hard for him to get used to her dating again.
The man in question was Brett, a fifty-year-old with his own business. He ran the most popular sandwich shop in town, a deli style operation with homemade pickles and better than average sandwiches. It did a bang-up business. Bret dressed nice and drove a new BMW with fat tires and a snarly engine.
Kelsey met him one day and thought he was cute. She was hoping he'd get drawn into her world, too, so she could fuck him. Austin liked him okay, it was just hard to get used to. He questioned his mother about her relationship one night, during one of his visits to see 'Barbi'.
"Has Brett tied you up?" Austin asked. He had just clicked the last of four handcuffs tight around his mother's ankles and wrists, securing her to her bed. She had her short, leopard-print kimono robe on, the one she always wore for Richie.
"No," Barbara said. "I haven't told him I like it." She thought it was interesting that Austin hadn't brought up Brett's name until he had her captive.
"What do you think he'll say when he finds out all of Barbi's secrets?"
"There are some I'll never tell," Barbara said, taking one last look at Austin before he put the blindfold on her, blackening the already dim light.
She felt him open the sash on the robe, letting it fall open just a few inches. She wasn't wearing anything underneath it. Austin dragged a feathery tickle stick up her inner thigh, across her bare pussy and up through the center of her cleavage.
"Will you tell him about how you wanted me to fuck you in the ass the other night, and how long it took for me to get all of me all the way in?"
"No," Barbi sighed.
"Does he have a big cock?"
"No," Barbi sighed.
Austin dragged the tickle stick back down, raising goosebumps.
"Will you tell him your son's is bigger, and you like to gag on it, deep in your throat?"
"No," Barbi sighed.
"Will you let him tie you up and fuck you?"
"Yes."
Austin pushed the robe open and mounted Barbara jockey style, straddling her womanly hips, pressing the tip of his long cock into her wet pussy. His hands went to her big tits, gathering up the soft, curvy sides of them.
"Will it feel as good as this?" he said, his own voice as breathy as Barbara's as his hard cock sunk deeper into her.
"No...It won't...It won't..."
—
Brett was around more and more, and Austin's visits to Barbi's room happened less and less. Austin thought it was funny that Richie was still coming around, at least once a week, the same as it had been for months. Austin definitely felt like the odd man out, much more so than he ever used to feel in his home.
"You can live with us, you know," Kelsey said to him, one night in her bed. "Brie and Charity would love to have a guy around all the time."
"Really? You'd want me here?"
"Are you kiddin', Honey? Fuck yeah!"
Two days later he was moved in. Barbara was crushed, but it wasn't really a surprise. Every mother knows that day comes sooner or later.
"Mom, this is good for you," he said the night he moved out. "You should have some privacy. Brett'll like it better this way."
"I know. He will. He likes you, but it's been...awkward."
"Show him your box of toys. I bet he'll like them, too."
Barbara smiled sweetly. She was going to miss her boy, for so many reasons.
"You'll come visit me?"
"Of course, Mom."
"And, maybe...Barbi, too? Once in a while?"
Austin smiled. "Barbi can come visit at the house, you know."
"You wouldn't mind...everyone...knowing about that?"
"Kelsey knows. Brie and Charity are cool. They'll just think it's hot."
Barbara's smile faded a little. Thinking about the three girls made her wonder — would her new relationship with Brett distance her from them, and all the magic that surrounded them?
Austin made it a point to stop and see his mother every day for a while, until she got used to things. He hung a picture, took out the trash, helped to clean the garage. Barbi was only around once, hungry to give a blowjob while rearranging shelves in the basement one evening, right before Brett stopped by to take Barbara out for a late dinner. He and Austin exchanged pleasantries before going their separate ways.
— — — —
Richie's mother Wendy had been getting some powerful vibes from her son lately. She knew he was dating Abby, and she liked her, but she had a strong feeling there was more going on, and she thought maybe it had something to do with the bikini model Kelsey. Koop lived right across the street, so she asked him about it.
"Jeez, I don't know what to tell you, Wendy," he said. "Kids, you know? They're old enough, so..."
"I know. I shouldn't even be thinking about it. He's such a good kid."
"That he is," Koop said. "Even if he is into something, it's not drugs, and he's plenty smart. He can take care of himself."
Koop was pretty happy with how he handled the situation. When Wendy had first wandered over with a questioning look in her eye he almost panicked, but he got away with it, he thought. After Wendy left he worried, though, about the day in the future when she found out the truth.
That day came sooner than he thought it would. Richie got careless. He left a folder of photographic enlargements on his bed by mistake. Wendy wasn't snooping, she was leaving a laundry basket full of clean clothes in Richie's room and saw it there, with the corner of a print sticking out. She loved looking at the artistic photos he did for school, so she flipped open the folder. There, looking back at her, in all his dirty, oily, nearly naked glory, was Koop! He was the first one in the picture to catch her eye, but an instant later she saw Richie, and Koop's mechanic Happy, and Kelsey, and sweet little Abby, all of them naked and dirty and looking like they'd just done something. But what? Was it some sort of a photo shoot? Had they all been posing, all greased up and...naked? Good Lord, Wendy thought, look at the size of Happy's cock! And Koop's! She never imagined Koop had such a tool in his jeans.
There were four identical prints in the folder. Wendy took one. She figured Richie would just think he'd made a mistake and print another one. There were two reasons why she wanted it. The initial shock was overwhelming her thinking process, so she wanted to look it over some more before she talked to Richie, to see if she could figure out what was going on. And then there was Koop. In his own quiet way, he was the sexiest man in her neighborhood. She'd long thought so. She wasn't about to pass up a photo of him wearing nothing but an open shirt, with his cock swollen and pink, looking like he'd just...
"Oh my God!" she said quietly as she stared at the photo. "They all look like they've just been fucking!"
Richie moved out that night. Actually, it wasn't official until two days later, but he left after a big argument with his mother. His dad tried to intervene and calm things, but Wendy's temper tended to get away from her when she was confused, and finding out her eighteen-year-old son was involved with group sex was plenty confusing. Richie texted Kelsey. She and the girls were thrilled to have him come stay at the house for a while.
He stopped at Gambo's Pizza for a slice on his way out to Kelsey's house. Abby should know what's happening, he thought, so he called her from the parking lot.
"Why are you calling? You always text me. Is everything all right?"
"My mom kicked me out, sort of. Well, I left."
"Richie! What happened?"
"She found the pictures. It was my fault, I left them on my bed."
"The pictures? Holy shit, Richie! Which ones?"
"It was just one. I made prints of it for everybody. The group portrait, at Koop's shop."
