Call it fate our luck?
I was sitting on the sofa the next day watching a ball game, a Saturday, while my mother was napping. My left hand was consciously rubbing the spot where my mother's ass would be when talking to Darrell and masturbating.
Reaching for my tea glass, the coaster was lifted with the glass, dropping off into my lap as I put the glass to my lips. The coaster had flipped upside down and I saw a number scribbled on the back of it. Retrieving it, bring it up for inspection, I pondered. Could it be?
I left the sofa and quietly checked to see if my mother was still napping soundly. I went to the back of the house to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of my bed and reached for the phone. I dialed the number.
"Hello." I heard an African-American voice say.
"Is this Darrell by any chance?" I asked.
"Who is asking?" He queried.
"Do you know a white lady by the name of Maggie?"
"Hold on a minute and let me check out in the garage." He replied, and I waited a long minute for him to speak again. "Yes I do. You must be Sean? Your mother is a sweet lady!"
"I am, and she is." I replied. "Has she talked to you about setting up a meeting?"
"Yes. Sort of." He responded. "She said the next time we talk we would set a date and she would give me her address."
We talked for about 30 minutes. He knew about my mother's arthritis but did not know how bad it was. I told him it was quite bad and had concerned her greatly about meeting him, not being able to perform adequately doing sex. I told him of her concern about her looks, but told him that was just her anxiety talking.
"Did she tell you how old she is?" I quizzed.
"I forget the exact number but she's in her 50s." He answered. "I'm 33. She told me I was a bit older than you."
"Has she mentioned me much?" I continued my quiz.
"Hell, Sean, you're a good 90% of what we do talk about." He answered in an astonished tone. "I find it amazing you're willing to share her pussy."
"We've never -- screwed." I said.
"You're shitting me, man." He said. "She told me other night that if we met I was not to mention that I knew you two were intimate. I just figured you had screwed her."
I held my breath and told him of our true relationship.
I told him I was the one that had been pushing her to meet with him - because I was not screwing her. That she was not inclined to let me watch and that I was now hoping he would be in my corner and work it out somehow.
"Well, the lady has restraint! I pretend to be you all the time!" He exclaimed. "She must really want your cock bad! It makes one wonder why she wastes her time on the phone with me. My question to you is - do you want to fuck your mother? If I can make the watching part happen, do you want me to try to make the ultimate happen?"
"I do." I answered."
"If I can make it happen, it would work out good for everybody." He explained. "My wife and I had been in a real bad place for the last year and a half. But, things are a lot better now and I need to get the hell off the phone with Maggie. I've been reluctant because she is just such a nice lady."
We said our goodbyes, agreeing that our conversation never happened and to continue the effort for their meet should by mother linger in her decision.
Mom, however, had made her decision and with her next phone call to Darrell they had set a date to meet. Darrell was able to free up a Saturday evening.
"You have to stop worrying, mom!" I comforted. "If he is as nice as you say, everything is going to be fine."
"I know, Sean - I know!" My mother whined. "I feel like meeting him dressed like this is odd."
I had assured my mom that dressing down in black sexy underwear, bra and a knee length, sexy black sleeping grown, which I had purchased myself after consulting with Darrell, was the way to go.
We heard the knock on the door and my mother's anxiety revved up and was quite visible. I patted her on the knee as I rose to answer the door.
"You must be Sean?" Darrell said, with extended hand.
"And you must be Darrell!" I replied, taking his hand as we smiled knowingly at each other.
I can't tell you what exactly I was expecting, but it was not a 6'4", extremely handsome and muscular black man - towering over my 5'9" height. His head was bald and he was dressed in neat khaki shorts and a plaid shirt.
He immediately saw my mother who had stood up and had taken a few steps around the coffee table. He closed on her and wrapped her in a soft embrace.
"Maggie, I have looked forward to meeting you, pretty lady!" He said.
My mother, I could tell, was as stunned by the young handsome black man as I was. His words seemed to relax her.
"I'll leave you two to talk for a few minutes." I said. "Mom you want the usual?"
"That would be fine, Sean." She answered.
"Darrell, what can I get you?" I queried.
"Do you have Vodka?" He asked, then, seeing my nod. "And Coke over ice will be fine."
As I turned for the kitchen, I saw mom and Darrell take a seat on the sofa close to each other. I lingered in the kitchen for many minutes before making drinks and returning to the living room.
"Your mother has explained to me that you two have a very close relationship and that she would like you to be present during my entire visit." He said, picking up his drink. "I think it's wonderful, Maggie, that you and your son or so close. She has explained to me that you sometimes help her bath so her nakedness will not be a concern."
I sat across from them as we consumed our first round of drinks. Darrell complemented my mother on her outfit, her red hair and the attractiveness of her large tortoiseshell frame glasses.
"Does the cuff match the collar?" He asked teasingly.
"Yes!" My mother giggled girlishly. "You just keep that thought in mind!"
"Sean, I don't know how you stay sane with such a lovely and sexy woman around. Just the vision of bathing such a desirable woman is maddening." He observed, a knowing smile on his face. "Maggie, I bet you have seen Sean's looks of desire while he washes your back and your legs and thighs?"
"He gets a little frisky with his hands sometimes but I just smack them and tell him to behave yourself - that I'm your mother!" She giggled.
