As the small plane approached the runway in Monterey, I thought about the last month. First there was the surprise tryst with Misty and Jim at their cabin in Utah and then the not quite so surprise last weekend with Jackie and Monique. A month ago I never would have dreamed having sex with anyone in my family and certainly not my two older sisters. And here I am touching down in the coastal 'burb of Monterey to spend the weekend with my mother. She apparently had started this by telling my oldest sister, Jackie, about how well-endowed my father had been. Of course, they had been drinking when the storytelling began. Jackie had told Misty and she acted on the information. I could only imagine that the exploits of the past few weeks had made their way to my mother.
She had a car waiting for me after I picked up my weekend bag. Ten minutes later we were pulling into the driveway to her home overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Her day butler let me inside and told me she was finishing up a business meeting and would be available shortly. I tossed my bag in my room and found a cold beer and made my way to the rear deck that overlooks the ocean. Not fifteen minutes later, mother appeared by my side. She was wearing slacks and a business suit-jacket even though it was pushing 80 degrees. We hugged warmly, I have always been close to my mother. The butler brought her a cocktail and we shared our drinks while she played twenty questions catching up on my life with work and girlfriends. Neither of us mentioned Misty or Jackie. Our drinks finished, she told me she would only be a few minutes as she wanted to get a little more casual before we left for dinner.
Twenty minutes later I had the keys to her Carrera in my hand as we went off to dinner. We cruised down Highway 1 and thankfully there was very little traffic so I was able to let the car run. I always love to drive this car. It's so exhilarating and set the perfect tone for the weekend. The valet opened her door to the low-set Porsche and mother had to put her hand over her skirt to avoid providing the valet a show. Mother was wearing a light front-button sweater, a tight skirt that stopped a bit above her knees and four inch heels. Even at 49, she is still dazzling to see and she loves to show off her body. Her breasts are somewhere between the girls, likely a 36C. Her hair is cropped short and blonde and the rest of her body is tanned and fit from regular sessions with her personal trainer.
Mother led me to the small bar just off the main room. She's a regular and said hello's to everyone, introducing me to those I didn't know. We sat watching the sunset as we drank cocktails and she held court with the regulars. It wasn't long before I felt her bare foot rubbing inside my right calf. After the past month, I can't say I was surprised but it was still a shock the first time I felt my mother touch me in a sexual manner. In no time, I could feel my erection growing from her touch. She chatted with men and women alike, never really looking at me directly. We even had a couple people sit down beside me and it never deterred her touch. It was all hidden under the tablecloth with everyone in the room oblivious. By the time we rose for dinner, her foot had found it's way above my knees. The first few steps to our table were very awkward.
The dining room is pretty open in style so mother had to keep her hands (and feet) to herself. "Good evening, Livia."
"Hello Carolyn, how are you tonight?" Carolyn was a beautiful brunette and would be our server. Apparently she was always mothers server as they acted as old friends, even though Carolyn couldn't have been more than my age. "Do you know my son, Danny?"
