The next morning, I was out of the shower and Mary was just getting out of bed to get dressed when Brandi knocked on our door. "Hey I am doing laundry today, anything for me to wash?" Mary pointed to our laundry basket, which was 3/4ths full. "Looks like about a full load, Mom."
Brandi winked at me, "Maybe a bit more than a full load." I grabbed my shorts from last night and added them to the basket.
"Would you be a dear and carry these downstairs for me?" Brandi asked. "Sure, Mom, no worries."
I dutifully dropped off the laundry and Brandi met me halfway on the stairs on my way back up. "Thanks, dear." She said, and went in for a quick peck. She had other ideas, however, and she grabbed my face and rammed her tongue into my mouth. I opened immediately and we made out for a good 2 minutes on the stairs. I finally came up for air, and said lamely, "I got to go to work." I brushed past her, my erection quite visible in my work pants, and I ran from the house, "OK, bye Mary!" My brain was on love and lust all day, and whenever the "should I be doing this...?" thought came into my head, I banished it with prejudice by introducing thoughts of Brandi's wide ass, her soft, slightly saggy breasts, the warm envelope of her velvety pussy. I was starting to let my lust overcome me, and I needed to step back. Fresh sex is always so exhilarating, not like the safety of the ongoing relationship, where after years of sex, there is little to make it exciting still. Was I simply caught in lust, or is this what I wanted?
I powered through the day and hurried home early, arriving around an hour before Mary and I usually get home, and I must confess that I felt a slight tinge of disappointment to see Mary's car in the driveway. My mind had imagined alone time for Brandi and I before dinner, but that wasn't going to happen. What am I thinking? Why am I doing this? I have to talk to Mary about all this, and I need to do it on my terms and not just accept hers.
At dinner I hinted around to Mary if her mom had talked to her about anything lately, and after learning they had not spoken, I then hinted we should speak after dinner. I caught Brandi giving me a bit of a look, as if disappointed. Not sure about the conversation, about me, about Mary? We finished up, and we started clearing plates, Mary said "I'll put everything thing away, you two would just get in the way. Mom, you said the washer was out of balance or something earlier?"
Brandi responded, "Yes, Kord, would you help me? I can never get that little thing to turn to level it."
"Sure, Mom," I said, glad to be out of the room with the two women.
"Here, I'll show you," she grabbed my hand and led me down the stairs to the basement. I followed her over to the corner where the washer and dryer were, and she went over to the washer and held it with both hands, like a pinball machine. She was bent over and her ass protruded out a bit towards me. One heck of a sight, her shorts spreading out so wide as she bent over and shook the machine. ROCK, ROCK. The machine was definitely quite out of balance.
"See it's all out of balance."
I got down on the ground, on my back, looking up at her, her tits hanging down towards me.
"Ok, Mom, set it level so I can fiddle with these things."
"You can fiddle with my things whenever you want!" she joked, and she swayed her hips a bit, making her breasts also sway back and forth. I was mesmerized. "OK, it's level."
I started turning the little leg screw extenders until the front was level and no longer rocking back and forth.
"OK, Mom, now push it back and forth from front to back." I intercepted her possible sexual innuendo response to my comment by adding, "The washing machine, I mean!" I looked up at her and smiled, and she winked back at me. Damn.
Brandi pushed the washer, and it moved a little to the back right corner. Dammit.
I sat up, "OK, well, I am going to have to pull it out for this." Before I even realized, she laughed and said, "Please don't!"
"Are you sure?" I asked, then realized what I said. "Oh, haha!"
I stood up and finagled the washer out of its area, and then reached back and under and twisted the back right extender down about half an inch.
"OK, wiggle it," I told Brandi. Nothing happened. I turned to look at her, and she was wiggling her butt back and forth.
"The washer, Mom!" I admonished her, but I was definitely intrigued by her body right now, and was starting to become aroused. All day I had been thinking about sex, and now Brandi is practically offering it.
She obliged and pushed the washer front to back, and no rocking. "Nice!"
I pushed the washer back into place and rechecked it. "Looks good to go," I told her, turning to face her. Damn, she looked good at that moment, and she went over to the washer, and got into the position she originally started at, hands on washer, ass bent over. She wiggled the machine and said, "Perfect job!" and then wiggled her ass, too. She was definitely teasing and probably offering, and again, I needed to make a decision on where to go. Looking at her wide ass, I knew what I wanted, so I took it.
"Hmmm, that might need some adjustment as well," I told her, as I approached her from behind, and pressed my now hard cock against her butt and wrapped my arms around her belly. She moaned as she pushed her ass back into my hardness, and arched her back so that we could kiss in this awkward position. My hands immediately went up to her breasts as we stood front to back, kissing each other. Her hands came around behind her and she started pulling down on the side of my pants, not doing anything but indicating that she wanted them off. I obliged by dropping them to the floor, and then I reached around and dipped my hand down the front of her shorts, past her soft belly and through her hairy bush to the wet softness down below. She was soaking wet already, and the squishing of my fingers was quite audible as I parted her folds and inserted a finger into her.
