"I won't," I called back. I got ready and went to class. It was really boring so I was glad to get home. I lounged about for a few hours, and was watching TV when my mother approached me.
"Well, how does my outfit for dinner look," she asked me. She was wearing a dark green turtleneck and black slacks with black low heel shoes. She looked good. My mom is 59 years old. She dyes her hair light brown and and has beautiful twilight blue eyes. She was 5'3" and 130 pounds. Although it covered her completely, the turtleneck was tight around her breasts. Mom has nice full breasts. I would guess they are a C-cup. I also liked the way here pants hugged her body. The dress slacks were snug around the hips and thighs. I had never thought of my mother sexually but I did notice these things. Suddenly I realized I was staring at her breasts too long. I looked at her face. She hadn't seemed to notice. She just thought I was looking at her clothes.
"You look good," I said. "I better get ready too." When I was ready we walked up the block to Diane's house. Brian greeted us and let us in. Doreen was still getting ready. After a few minutes of chatting I heard Diane's footsteps coming down the stairs. I turned to look. She wore a black skirt that came just below her knee, and a white blouse. She also had on black stockings and high heels. I wondered if they were thigh highs. I always fantasized about Diane in black thigh high stockings.
"Are we ready to go," she asked. We were so we left. Dinner was a lot more fun than I would have expected. We joked and laughed. We also drank a couple of bottles of wine. I was shocked to see Mom have three glasses, as she rarely drank. After a couple of hours we left the restaurant and decided to go back to Diane's house. Of course there was nobody there, as Brian's father had died long ago and his sisters had all moved out.
Brian went to fetch a bottle of wine, while Diane and mom sat on the couch. I grabbed a chair on the opposite said of the table facing them. When Brian returned he sat between the ladies on the couch. We talked for a while longer, and everyone got a little more buzzed. At one point Brian told a joke and we all laughed. While she was laughing my mother slapped his leg in mock chastisement. She must've been pretty tipsy because she just left it there, and looked over at Diane speaking. I watched Brian slowly rest his hand on top of my mother's. She quickly looked at him. There was a startled look in her eyes, but something else too. Brian gazed at her a moment longer and then leaned in and gently kissed her lips. At first she didn't kiss back, but she did not resist either. After a few seconds, however, she began to kiss him back. Their kiss deepened. I couldn't believe it. My mother was making out with my friend. I felt like I had to do something. I stood up and was about to speak when Diane walked up to me.
"Relax," she said. "Let's just watch." She slowly guided back in to my chair, and sat on my lap. "Isn't it hot," she whispered turning my face back to watch her son and my mother. They were really starting to go at it. Brian was running his hands all over mom's body. He started to pull up her sweater. When she realized what she was doing, she reached down and yanked the turtle neck off. Next she unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall free. She grabbed Brian's head and pulled his face to her chest.
"Oh god yeah," she moaned as the younger man sucked and rubbed her tits. My mom was not a sexual woman. She never spoke about sex or wore revealing clothing. It was amazing to see her like this, moaning with pleasure while the neighbor's son sucked on her breasts. While that boy's mother watched! While her own son watched! But she didn't care. It was as if years of lust were being let out. I had once heard her mention that Brian was handsome. I wondered if she had always had sexual thoughts about him. Did she think about him while she was fucking my father? Did she think of anyone else? Had she ever fucked anyone else?
I had always assumed she was a virgin when she met dad, and that she had never been with another man. I no longer knew what to think. I was sure of one thing though. I was getting excited, really excited, and was now grinding into Diane's ass.
"Why don't you jerk off?" Diane said. She moved her ass to the arm of the chair to make room. The she undid my pants she gave my penis a couple of pumps and then guided my hand to it. "Jerk off while you look at mommy's tits," she whispered in my ear. My mother was taking of Brian's shirt. She kissed and licked his chest. While continuing to kiss his chest she pulled out his cock and began to stroke it. She looked Brian in the eyes and then started to suck his cock.
"Oh Mary, oh Mary," Brian moaned, voicing his pleasure. Mom slowly moved her mouth up and down on the shaft, paying special attention to the head. She was kneeling on the couch, on Brian's side so he slid his hand down her ass, which was still covered by her slacks. He began to rub her ass and pussy. Even through the fabric this was getting her off big time. She moaned loudly and began to suck faster, her desperate lust evident in her intensity. Brian couldn't take it much longer.
"Mary, I'm cumming," he yelled. My mom didn't miss a beat. She sucked up every drop of cum and swallowed it down. Then Brian grabbed her hair and pulled her face back to his. They kissed savagely. This was too much for me. The sight of my mother, her pale Irish skin flushed and red with sex, cum on her face. I shot my load on Diane's knee. Her skirt had risen above her knee because her legs were crossed.