This is sort of a side story to the continuing series about the women that Willis meets in his accounting department. As happens with some of my characters, they begin to lead their own lives. Kimberly has become an incredibly erotic woman and her single story has developed a into full life story. This story occurs sometime after "Kimberly and her Son" and Kimberly and her Boss."
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Robert said goodbye to his wife and hung up the phone. His chest and belly was covered with the cum he had shot from his throbbing cock as his wife had told him about the sex she had had with their son.
They were both highly sexed and, after splitting up due to some infidelity, they had decided that they would rather stay together and just have a more open relationship. Their agreement was not written but seemed to be understood that sex outside their marriage was ok only when they were apart and always one-nighters; no long-term lovers.
If Kimberly took their son as a lover, it would probably break that concept, but it did not worry Robert. Nor did the concept of the incest that his wife and son were committing. Instead, it excited him incredibly, as it brought him back to some of his earliest sexual experiences...with his own mother.
Years Ago:
Robert and his brother Brian were fraternal twins and very much different. While Robert was tall, dark haired, and muscular, his brother Brian was tall, slender and blond. Robert was athletic and popular with no problem dating some of the best looking, and easy, girls in school. Brian was less gregarious, although a very talented trombone player in both band and jazz ensemble. He tended to be shy towards girls and had dated very little.
When the boys were 17, their father's car skidded off a wet road and rolled over into some woods. Although he was wearing his seatbelt, a branch stabbed through his brachial artery and he bled out before any rescue workers could get to the scene. The whole family took it very hard but the boys were resilient and became stronger and closer through the ordeal. Their mother was a completely different story.
Before her husband's death, Francis had been a vibrant woman, full of life and happiness. Although she looked like a trophy wife for her executive husband, she was not a dumb blond but a very intelligent woman who loved her husband and family. To her boys, she was a nurturing mother who helped with school work, supported their sports teams, and did not embarrass them too much. To her husband, she was the beautiful and properly lady to everyone else, but she was a sexy and ravenous woman in their bedroom.
Francis was devastated by her husband's death, and retreated into steady existence of working during the day and drinking to dull the pain at night. Robert and Brian watched their mother struggle through her life now and did not know how to help her.
About a week before their 18th birthday, Brian walked by his mother's bedroom and heard her muffed crying through the door. Wanting to make sure she was alright, he quietly opened the door and peeked inside her bedroom. With the door open only a crack her could see her reflected in the mirror as she lay there in her nightgown on the bed. She never saw him looking in as he stared at her body almost visible through the black lace of the nightgown. He could see up the smooth length of her legs to a very dark triangle below her stomach. The deep v neckline exposed the sides of her large breasts, mounded on her chest.
Just then she rolled to the side to get another tissue and her left breast fell completely out, exposing the light brown areola and the wrinkled nipple in the center. Brian was almost 18, but still a virgin because he was so shy around girls. He had kissed a few girls from school and actually fingered one behind the stands during his brother's football game, but had not been past that. Seeing his own mother like that was turning him on and made his cock get hard, even as he felt sorry for the despair that made her cry. He closed the door quietly and went to his room, locking the door and jerking off to the mental picture of his mother's body.
Later that night, Brian discussed his mother's crying with his brother; he did not mention how she turned him on. They agreed it was past time for her to stop this level of grieving.
"What if we take her out for our birthday?" Robert proposed. "If we tell her we are taking her to Carlo's, she'll get dressed up."
"Let's make it a formal dinner event," Brian replied, warming to the idea. "Encourage her to get her hair done and everything! We can wear our suits and you can drive." They spent over an hour on their plans and how to approach their mother with the idea.
Francis was not receptive to the idea at first the boys insisted so much that she agreed to go out with them for their birthday. Once she had committed, she did start to like the idea and how they were fussing over her.
The day came but when the boys came home from school their mother was already in her room. They dressed and waited, worried that she was going to back out. Finally, Robert went to her room and knocked on the door.
"Mom," he said quietly. "Are you ready? It's almost time to go."
"I'm almost ready," she answered. "Go downstairs and I'll be right down." He went down the stairs and shrugged his shoulders at his brother's questioning look. They heard Francis close her bedroom door and looked at the stairs. She elegantly floated down the stairs in a simple dark burgundy gown that seemed to cling to her body in some places while flowing gracefully out in others. The front of the gown opened outward like two lapels, exposing nearly a third of her breast-flesh while just barely covering the bra that supported her breasts. Dangling into her cleavage was a white gold chain from which hung a simple, small diamond pendant that reflected sparkles of light onto her pale skin.
"Wow" was all Robert could say while Brian just gasped. Their mother had completely changed her demeanor for the evening, and the happy and loving mom they remember was back. They could both remember when she used to look this good on their father's arm.
"So I gather you approve?" Francis asked her sons.
"Mom, you look fantastic!" Brian exclaimed.
"Yeah," Robert added. "Downright sex..." He stopped himself from calling his own mother sexy, although she could have read his mind as loud as the thought was inside.
