Over the next week or two, whenever we got the house to ourselves, Mary roleplayed as her mom, "Fuck my mom!" and "You want to fuck her, don't you? You think she's hot!" again and again. If I didn't know better, I would think she was conditioning me like a dog to be trained, but I assumed this was just some fantasy of hers, or some way to spice things up in bed a bit. If I tried to bring it up in conversation, she would shush me nicely, usually with a kiss and a promise.
The next Friday, we joined Brandi and Margy at the yacht club for a few drinks. Brandi was wearing the freshly cleaned tight dress that Mary wore during our lovemaking roleplay 2 weeks ago. Mary mentioned to me and pointed out how good her mom looked in that dress, and asked me to notice the dress and her mom, and I sort of got a bit excited as I remembered cumming on that dress when Mary was wearing it, so my mind was already in a sexual way as the night started.
We arrived at the club, and found Margy already 2-3 drinks ahead of us. She was surrounded by men, as usual, flirting and teasing like she does, but she rarely paid for more than her first drink, and even though the men all knew she was a flirt, it didn't matter. She joined our table after a while, and I felt her rub her breasts on me as gave me a hug from behind, over my shoulder.
"Hey Aunt Margy! Looking good, as always!" I received a kick from under the table. Mary was glaring at me, and her eyes glanced over to her mom. "Uh, but you got competition tonight! Brandi is looking amazing!"
Brandi acted shocked, "Oh stop that. Everyone knows Margy is the pretty one," but I could see the small smile. She appreciated that. Good start, I can tell, by the look Mary gave me. Looks like I dodged one there. We hung out through the night, and a slow song started up, and a few couples started dancing. I got a slight kick again, Mary once more glancing over at her mom. I stood up, "I sure would like a dance with the prettiest woman here."
Brandi looked at Mary, who stayed seated. I walked over to Brandi and reached out my hand. "Will you dance with me, Brandi?" She flushed a little and tried to say no while reaching out and standing up with me. I led her to the floor and we danced together.
"This is the first time in all these years you have ever asked me to dance."
I shrugged. "Well, I guess the last two months have made us closer, us living together. I just appreciate you more, I suppose, does that sound corny? You take such good care of us."
"It IS nice to have a man around the house and not have to pay someone to do anything beyond basic cleaning and repairs," she replied. "I really like having you two around."
"We like being around, you, too, Mom. Because we love you."
Brandi stopped, and stared right at me, before beginning to tear up and put her head on my shoulder, to hide it. "Brandi, what's wrong? What did I say?"
I could see her face, eyes a bit red rimmed. "That's the first time you have ever called me 'Mom' and not Brandi. Thank you, dear, I love you very much." She leaned up on her tiptoes, and closed her eyes as she kissed me right on the lips. Not a friendly peck, not a sexual kiss, but a sensual, soft kiss, lips barely touching but promising so much more as they softly pressed into mine, and then just as slowly as it started, she pulled away. I have never experienced so much love and sensuality in a kiss before, not even with Mary - our kisses are "Bye, honey, off to work" ones or they are "open your mouth, I am going to devour you" ones. I was immediately erect, and I had no way of hiding it out there on the dance floor. Brandi could obviously feel what had happened, and she went quickly from a surprised "ooh!" to a small smile as she pressed closer, leaving no room for people to see what I was sporting.
Brandi and I finished our song, and she kept close enough for concealment during the song, and as we walked off, she turned in front of me, and pulled my hand over her shoulder, so that my crotch was right up next to her ass, as she led me back to our table, hiding my condition and my shame.
"Thank you for the dance," was all she said about the whole situation, and we just left it at that. Mary smiled at me and grabbed my hand and squeezed it as I sat down. "Thank you!" I could see her lips say silently, approving eyes looking at me with adoration. Apparently, I am a good boy!
Brandi was in a great mood the rest of the night, and Mary and Margy did not get into it, either, which was nice. Brandi was very attentive to me, and patted my hand, smiled more than usual, and was almost giddy like a schoolgirl. Not ridiculously so, but just enough to know she was happy. Which made Mary happy, which I knew would lead to me being "happy" later. We ended up staying a bit longer than usual , and we had to call an Uber home. The three of us squished into the back seat, myself in the middle and enjoying the feeling of breasts against each arm. Mary was a little frisky, but nothing untoward there in the car.
We got home safely, and I helped both the ladies to the door, an arm around each as they leaned into me for support. Neither was really that drunk, I just think they liked the feel of walking arm in arm with me. We went inside and Mary perks up, "Nightcap!" but Brandi begged off. "I've had way too many already for my age, I'm just going to brush my teeth and go pass out! You kids have fun!"
Brandi went into the bathroom and then into her bedroom. I heard her door close. I relieved myself of at least one beverage and as I came out of the bathroom, Mary was there, and pulled me down for a deep sexual kiss that got me back aroused in no time. As we broke the kiss, Mary smiles up at me. "Go make us a couple of drinks, and I'll meet you on the sofa."
I swatted her on the behind playfully as she went into the bathroom, and I headed into the kitchen to pour us a couple glasses of white, then headed into the living room and placed them on the coffee table, and sat down on the sofa. I took a sip of wine, and wait. Mary came out of the bathroom, and she was wearing her mom's robe. She opened it up and then reclosed it to show me that she was not wearing a stitch underneath. I could tell she was a bit tipsy, but not drunk by any means. She must have been at that perfect spot where everything feels good, inhibitions are gone, but you still have full control of your faculties and body.
She sat down next to me, and reached out to grab her wine. She turned to me, we clinked glasses, and Mary said, "To you and my mom. You seemed to hit it off tonight." I smiled, and took a sip to her toast. Mary took a large gulp, almost half the glass, smiled, and put her glass down. She grabbed my shirt and pulled me over on top of her, "Now get over here and kiss me!"
We proceeded to make out on the sofa like teenagers, all hands and tongues swirling every which way, the alcohol making us just a little bit off in terms of going through the actions. A sloppier than normal kiss here, a little harder grab of a tit than expected there, but we both started getting extremely aroused. I could smell the scent of her arousal and my cock was straining against my jeans. I felt Mary's hands on my waistline, trying to undo my jeans. "I want that cock, you better give me that cock!" she growled at me in her husky do-what-I-say voice. She managed to pull out my erect cock and started stroking it.
"You ready to go into the bedroom?" I asked, expecting a quick "yes" and then a mad dash to get naked and into bed. That night though, Mary didn't budge. "Shut up and take off those pants. I want that cock!" She was pushing my jeans down, and I think the inebriation here allowed me to go ahead and let those pants come off and I tossed them on the floor, followed by my T-shirt, leaving me naked on her mom's sofa. I reached in and opened up the robe, and looked down at Mary's body, her large breasts, nipples pointing to the sky, and her now hairy bush, a mirror of her mom's based on what I had seen a few weeks ago. My hand combed through the hair and started rubbing her slit, while she pumped up and down with her hand on my cock, our faces, mouths and tongues intertwined as we manually pleasured each other as we made out.
Mary broke our kiss and started to push my head down her body. I stopped at her tits, and started on one and then the other nipple, sucking and licking until she moaned and pushed my head down again. I kissed my way over her belly and down to her hairy mound, where I ran my tongue around in the hair.
