When I came out, both Teri and Mom were dressed to the nines. Teri gave me a beer, and she and Mom were drinking wine. From the way they were acting, it looked like it might have been their second bottle. Mom had a roast in the crockpot, one of my favorite meals.
Teri dragged me into the living room, and Mom followed shortly after. “You love us right?” Teri asked me.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“I know you love us. Tonight, you’re going to show Mom how you can get me off, and afterward, you’re going to show her that sex can be good.”
I looked over at Mom, who was blushing. “You don’t have to let her get away with this,” I said.
Mom nodded and gulped her wine. “Is it true? You can make her enjoy it?”
“I don’t make her Mom. She just needs time and patience to get started. You need to know her hot buttons. Then she’s very excitable.”
“She has orgasms with you?”
“Lots. Lots and lots. She’s amazing, Mom.”
Teri quickly spoke up. “He can do it for you too, Mom. I know it. He’s, well, he’s incredible. You won’t understand until you let him show you.”
“Teri, we don’t know that,” I said. “Everyone’s different. It wasn’t easy to get you to come. Mom’s been suppressing it forever. We don’t know that I can change that.”
Mom looked over her glass at me. “Would you try, Travis?”
Christ on a pogo stick! Mom wanted me to! I looked her over. She had dressed up for me. She had makeup on. I could see how nervous she was, but she was trying. I scooted over to her, and put my hand on her leg. “I love you, Mom. I’d do anything for you.”
“Tonight?” she whispered.
“I’d love to. I don’t know if it will happen, but I’d love to try.”
Dinner was awkward. We all knew what we were doing afterward, but we talked around it. I felt myself blushing for no reason. I was checking my mother out. How weird was that? She still looked good, for her age. She had turned forty-four the previous March. She’d kept her figure, mostly through dieting and walking. She was taller than Teri, and at least twenty pounds heavier. She had bigger boobs, and was a little thicker all over, but she was still pretty. I always thought it was wrong that she’d never dated after Dad passed away.
Over the dishes, I stood behind Mom, and wrapped my arms around her waist. “I love you, Mom. Whatever happens tonight, you’ve gotta know I love you like crazy. You’re the best mom ever.”
She kept facing the sink, rinsing the dishes and passing them to Teri who was loading the dishwasher. “I love you too, Travis. You’ve been so good, taking over as the man around the house. I know it wasn’t easy.”
I kissed her neck, and lifted my hands daringly, cupping her breasts. “You’re still a beautiful woman, Mom. I’m looking forward to make you come for me.”
She almost dropped the plate she was holding, and Teri had to catch it. “Travis . . .”
“Beautiful. Sexy. I’m gonna make you come so good. You’ll see.” I kissed her on the other side of her neck. I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to get through to her, but I wanted to try. I wanted to give her that, for all she’d done for me, for us. And I wanted her thinking about it, warming up to me.
I squeezed her breasts, pulling on her nipples, rubbing my hard-on against her butt. I only did it for a few seconds, then I let her go. I dried the last of the pots and pans, and then we were done, all of us standing around the kitchen awkwardly.
Teri giggled. “Come on. This is silly. It’s fun time.”
She took Mom by the hand, and I followed them to Mom’s bedroom.
Teri turned to me. “Out! Go to your room, and put on your blue boxers. You know the ones. Give us ten minutes.”
“Fifteen,” Mom said.
“Fine, fifteen. And bring the wine,” Teri added.
I did as requested. I also hit the bathroom and shaved extra close, and lotioned my face. I took extra care to make sure I was clean down there. Then I entered Mom’s bedroom with a knock.
Mom and Teri were both sitting on the bed, wearing sexy lingerie. Teri had on black thigh-high stockings, to go with the outfit I’d bought her. It hid most of her scarring, but I could have cared less about that. They both looked sexy as hell. I had barely started to take it in, when I found myself getting hard.
Teri leaned toward Mom. “I don’t want to shock, you, but we’re going to have to deal with that a couple of times. No screwing, understand? But it would be mean to leave him worked up for hours and hours.”
Mom just nodded.
I approached the bed, and Teri scooted over. “Me first, Travis. You need to take your time and show Mom what you do to me. I want the whole thing too. I want to come on your talented fingers, and on your amazing tongue. Show her how good it can be.”
I was feeling a little nervous, but worked my way through it. I concentrated on Teri, kissing her, caressing her body, starting on her breasts. I’d learned her nipples were the short circuit to her pussy. Playing with her tits cut the time to get her worked up in half. Once I had her moaning, the fondling of her legs and thighs moved up to her pussy.
Mom was sitting close, watching intently.
“So good, Mom,” Teri whispered.
She was leaking nicely by the time I started working her clit. “Juicy girl,” I teased. She whimpered sweetly, her hips starting to move. “You gonna give me a nice come, baby girl?” I asked.
She squirmed under my touch. I kept working her, taking my time, whispering lovingly to her when I wasn’t nibbling on her nipples. “Sweet pussy girl. Hot, sexy sweet little pussy,” I told her.
I had her whimpering, and went for the vibrating touch that Rachel swore was my finest gift. I felt the tell-tale tensing. “Give it to me, baby. Gimme that first sweet come,” I urged her.
It wasn’t a big one, but it was there. She came for me, moaning beautifully. I kissed her, rubbing her softly. “I want another one, gorgeous. I want you to come and come and come.”
I know she was nervous, anxious over our mother’s presence. She was harder than usual to get off, back to like she’d been the first week or so. But I was patient, and knew how she worked. I alternated some G-spot work with concentrating on her clit. She gave me a nice little orgasm.
I brought her down slowly, fondling and caressing her, while she purred for me.
“You can get her to do that whenever you want?” Mom asked.
“Pretty much, the first one’s the hard one,” I said, playing with my sister’s body.
“That wasn’t fake, was it?”