Chapter 5

But it was too late as she continued, "I have. In my senior year I fucked both Megan and Claire, and the bride, and Sally, the fake blonde who has put on weight, she used to be really slender and up for anything. One time me and Sally had a foursome with a couple of cheerleaders from another school, I've never done anything like that again. I did a few more women in college and a couple more since. You remember Mrs Baynes, the hot divorcee who lived down the street when you were ten? I had a short fling with her, she was adventurous, whew, she was something." She stopped by their door still giggling and ignoring the fact that Ryan was blushing a deep red as he fished for his key, "Nothing too serious though baby, I prefer cock."

He opened the door and she skipped in, "What a night, that was great."

Following her in Ryan switched on the lights and was about to say something but he was interrupted as his Mom pulled her dress over her head and stood their topless before him. He stared for a moment, unveiled her breasts were larger than he'd thought they were, jiggling loosely as she threw the dress on the chair. She saw he was gazing and (perhaps deliberately) misinterpreted why he was looking at her, "Don't worry, I'll fold it tomorrow, it's going in the wash anyway."

"Um yes," he looked away, painfully aware that his body was starting to betray him and there was a large lump growing in his pants, he just hoped to God his Mom had been too drunk to notice. I t was getting worse as she'd kicked off her shoes and was now removing her panties in front of him. He couldn't help but turn his head back, quickly getting a flash of her pussy, surprisingly clean shaven, before he swung away. "I'm going to get changed in the bathroom," he said, trying not to make it sound like a reproach.

"Okay, once you're out I'll clean my teeth," she replied.

Inside Ryan splashed cold water over his face, he wasn't sure what it was supposed to do, but it didn't help — the image of his naked Mom was burnt into his brain and the problem was that he didn't find it nearly as gross as he should do. In fact he found it pretty hot, she was still in shape and attractive, and if her bosoms were starting to sag the size made up for it, making them swing and jiggle and bounce in his mind. He forced himself to think about something else, Claire and Megan making out. It partially worked, until he remembered what his Mom had said and a vision swung into his mind of her kissing Claire hard before Megan joined in. He shook his head, damn it, it had been a bad idea this weekend, but not for the reasons he had thought it would be.

Normally Ryan was a boxers in bed guy, but normally he wouldn't be sharing with his Mom and so he got into pyjamas that an aunt he'd not seen for several years had got him for Christmas. They weren't sexy and being too tight they weren't that comfortable, but there was no way he could risk wearing just boxers now, not with his Mom just a foot away from him. He opened the door, "Finished."

"Okay," his Mom said. She was wearing a nightie she often wore, one that went down to her thighs and just showed a hint of cleavage — before he'd never thought anything off it, but tonight he realised how well it showed off her body without actually showing anything. He dived under the covers before his hard-on could betray him. "I'll be five," his Mom said as she walked into the bathroom, impervious to the effect she was having on him.

He closed his eyes and tried to pretend he was asleep. Whether it fooled his Mom or not she didn't say anything as she returned, just turning off the lights and slowly padding over to their bed. He could feel the quilt being pulled out and the dip of the bed as she got in. Soon she was breathing slower and deeper and he relaxed a little, feeling his own eyes closing. He wasn't quiet asleep when he suddenly woke up; his Mom had rolled over and her arm was draped across his shoulder, her body pressed so closely up against his he could feel her breasts tremble against him with every breath. "Mom," he whispered, but she was sound asleep and made no movement.

He tried to disengage himself, but she murmured something which sounded like the name of the guy she'd just split with and clung tighter to him. After a few more tries he realised it was hopeless without waking her and that seemed over the top given she wasn't doing any harm. Sighing to himself he closed his eyes and tried to sleep, which was harder than it should have been considering that every move from his Mom meant that he was also harder than he should have been.

*

His Mom had no trace of a hangover when they got up, being unreasonably cheerful for eight in the morning. The wedding wasn't until the early afternoon, so they dressed casually, Ryan quickly fleeing into the bathroom, as his Mom looked again like she was going to change in front of him.

Going down for breakfast they saw Megan and Claire sitting at a breakfast table. Megan saw them at the same time and waved for Brandi and Ryan to join them and as his Mom immediately headed over, Ryan had no choice but to follow her. The two women were sitting closer together than just friends, suggesting that whatever sexual relationship they'd had twenty years ago had been rekindled last night, though the conversation quickly confirmed it as they giggled and admitted to Brandi they'd been up to the small hours sixty-nining and scissoring. "How about you? Sleep well?" said Claire suggestively to Brandi, looking with half-hooded eyes at Ryan.

"He's such a stallion," grinned Brandi, squeezing her son's hand sexually, "we were awake half the night as well," which was partly true as Ryan had hardly dared sleep as his Mom kept draping herself across him, whilst she'd been happily away with the angels. "Young studs are the best," she continued and slipped her arm round his shoulder drawing him close. "Present company excepted of course," she added with a smile.

"Oh we know what you mean, some pussy is great, but nothing beats a huge dick," drawled Megan.

"He's certainly got that," giggled Brandi, though as she hadn't seem in him naked for years, she couldn't know how true that was (or perhaps she did, Ryan wondered, as it might be a genetic hand me down from his Dad — he quickly banished the thought, the weekend was weird enough already without imaging his much younger parents banging away).