“God damn! That fucking bastard!” I hear mom yell from the living room. Jumping out of bed, I run in to see what’s wrong. Mom’s fuming as she walks back and forth reading a letter. She’s wearing a short terrycloth robe that she must have slipped on to go out to the mailbox.
“What’s wrong, mom.” I ask, putting my arm around her shoulder and trying to read the letter. “What’s that?” I ask.
“It’s a letter from your father’s lawyer.” She yells, stomping her feet. “He says your father is entitled to half of the money from Uncle Harry’s estate, because our divorce was never final.”
“What do you mean?” I ask. “He’s wrong isn’t he? I mean about your divorce.”
“Of course he’s wrong.” She says, hesitantly. “I mean, I’m pretty sure we’re divorced.” Mom says, thinking about it. “I signed papers and sent them to your father’s lawyer. But, I guess, if he never filed them, then we could still be married. Shit!”
“Jesus!” I say. “Can he really get half of our money?” I ask, incredulously. Mom’s robe has fallen open and, even in my anger, my cock responds to her magnificent body.
“I don’t know.” Mom says, completely unaware of my hard cock, as she walks into the kitchen. “I’ve got to make some phone calls.”
Damn! I’ve got to get the transmitter fixed. I wasn’t worried about it because I haven’t needed to use it. Mom and my sister, Susan, have continued to be amazingly adventurous sex partners, with me and with each other. Mrs. Edwards, responding to the trigger I gave her, continued my sexual lessons until the end of the semester, and Nicole and I broke up a couple of months ago. There was no real urgency.
But, now there is! I can take care of this thing with dad, if I can just get the transmitter working. Going into my room, I retrieve it from its hiding place in my closet. I’ve already discovered that the bottom slides open, exposing connectors that I’m not familiar with. I’ve looked in a few computer and electronics stores, but haven’t found anything that fits it. Lying down on my bed, I study the connector again.
“I have to go down to Uncle Harry’s and meet with the lawyer tomorrow.” Mom says, walking into my bedroom. “Do you want to come with me?”
“Sure.” I answer, thinking I might be able to find the charger at Uncle Harry’s house. “Did you want to leave tonight?” I ask. Mom hasn’t pulled her robe closed, and she might as well be naked, standing in the doorway. Her breasts are heaving up and down, as her breath comes in heavy sighs, and her porcelain smooth pussy mound is right at my eye level.
“Yes, right away.” She says, so distracted that she still doesn’t notice my erection. “As soon as I pack an overnight case.” Mom says, pulling her robe off as she turns toward her bedroom. I follow her into her bedroom, admiring her luscious ass on the way. I sit on her bed and watch her while she changes.
“What did the lawyer say, mom?” I ask, as she pulls a light blue thong from her dresser. I am mesmerized, as she steps one and then the other foot into it, bending over with her ass to me.
“He said, that if I never got a final decree from the court, we may still be married.” She answers, while wiggling the thin strip of material between her firm, round ass cheeks. “And if that’s the case, then your dad may very well be entitled to half of what we inherited.” She says, standing up straight and adjusting the front of the thong over her pussy lips. My cock is standing at attention, as she extracts a matching bra from the same drawer and slips her arms into it.
“How did he even know about the money?” I ask, while I watch mom fasten the bra across the center of her chest and arrange each of her tits comfortably in its cup.
“Who knows?” Mom seethes. “The lawyer just said to bring all the papers I have and he’ll try to get it straightened out.” She turns towards me, noticing my hard cock for the first time. “Oh honey, I am really not in the mood, right now.” She says, apologetically.
“I know, mom.” I respond, getting off the bed and hugging her. “I’m fine.” I say. “But I can’t help my reaction to watching you get dressed. I never get tired of seeing your sexy body, mom.” I tell her, holding her tightly against me, her silk covered tits pushing into my chest and my hard cock pressing against the front of her thong.
“You came twice this morning already, Nick.” She exclaims, referring to our lovemaking when we woke up a few hours ago. She reaches her hand between us and squeezes my hard-on. “God! The resilience of teenagers.” She laughs. “Can you at least wait until we get to Uncle Harry’s?” She asks, kissing me lightly on my lips.
“Sure mom.” I answer, squeezing her bare ass cheeks. “No problem.” I break the hug and head to my bedroom to get ready. “Mom.” I say, turning back to her from the doorway. “Don’t worry, everything will be alright.”
“I know.” She says, smiling unconvincingly.
I haven’t been to Uncle Harry’s in quite a while. It seems weird not to call Nicole to tell her we’re here. When she called a few weeks ago to tell me she was seeing someone from school, I was really upset. I almost used the post transmission suggestion on her, but once I calmed down, I realized that it was really for the best. We’re still friends, and I’m actually happy for her.
We get there late and mom and I crash out on Uncle Harry’s king sized bed. We snuggle up to each other, but it’s obvious that mom isn’t in the mood for anything else, so we just go to sleep.
The next day, while mom is at the lawyers, I search Uncle Harry’s office for the charger. As I’m leaving his office, to go look in the library, the front doorbell rings. I’m shocked to see Nicole’s mom standing on the front porch.
“Uh, come in Mrs. Devlin.” I say, opening the door wider. “How have you been?” I ask, wondering why she’s here. She’s wearing a red halter-top, stretched tightly across her ample tits, a pair of white shorts and flip-flops.
“I’ve been good, Nick.” She says, stepping across the threshold. “But, please call me Maggie.” She says, smiling. I follow her into the living room; watching her tight shorts, ripple across her swaying ass cheeks. Her long, tan legs are well toned and I’m surprised at the instant reaction my cock is exhibiting for Nicole’s mom.
“My mom’s not here, Mrs… uh, Maggie.” I say, as we enter the living room and she turns towards me.
“I know.” She says, smiling mischievously. “I watched her drive away a while ago. I came over to talk to you.”
“Me?” I ask, wondering what she would want to talk with me about.
“Yes, Nick.” She says. “Is that so hard to believe?” She asks, teasingly. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out between you and Nicole.” She says, softly. “I thought you two were good together.”
“Yeah, well.” I answer. “It was hard on both of us being so far away.” She lifts herself up onto one of the bar stools at the kitchen counter and crosses her legs.
“Would you like something to drink, Maggie?” I ask. It’s hard for me to think of her as Maggie; I’ve always just thought of her as Nicole’s mom, and never paid much attention to her. Now that we’re alone in the house, I’m surprised by how attractive she is and I’m finding the smooth, tanned skin of her exposed shoulders and her long, shapely legs, a very pleasant distraction.
“A diet coke would be great, if you have one.” She says, smiling at me.
“Sure.” I answer, getting two diet cokes from the fridge and opening hers before I give it too her.
“Thank you, Nick.” She says. “I never got a chance to properly thank you for what you did for me… with Frank, I mean.” She says, resting her hand on my arm. “It was incredible the way you used the transmitter to completely change his personality.” She says, pausing to take a drink. I stare at her in disbelief.
“Oh yeah.” She says, setting her diet coke can down. “I know all about the transmitter, Nick.”
“Nicole told you?” I ask, wondering how she got around the post transmission suggestion I gave her to not tell anyone.
“Nicole knows about it?” She asks, startled by my revelation.
“Yes.” I answer. “How do you know about it?” I ask. Finding this whole conversation really bizarre.