Chapter 85 - SOMETIMES THE BEST PLAN

Honey, would you like some more bacon?"

I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, and Mom bent over as she placed the remaining strips of bacon on my plate. Having a cooked breakfast was a fairly rare treat in our house; usually, everyone grabbed a bowl of cereal as they hurried about getting ready to leave in the morning. This morning, however, since the previous day my older sister Jan and I had just gotten home for the summer from college, Mom had outdone herself and cooked eggs and bacon. Yum.

"What about Jan?," I asked, as Mom stood there bent over, placing the bacon strips ever so exactly on my plate.

"You snooze, you lose, around this house. You know that."

"Ummm," I replied, as I tried to remove my eyes from Mom's cleavage. "I guess so." I was not thinking about bacon, though, I can assure you. Mom had on her robe, loosely tied, and I don't know what was under it. I do know that I could see the deliciously freckled tops of her breasts.

"Delicious," I murmured. I did not mean the breakfast.

"Oh, I hope so," Mom said. "It's not often I make you breakfast anymore."

Mom's breasts were not large. She was a trim woman who had managed to keep her figure into her 50s. Her breasts may not have been large, but they were the apple of my eye, if you'll allow me that turn of double meaning. I had lusted after Mom since my teenaged years. If you're supposed to grow out of it, then call me a case of arrested development. As a teenager, I was a walking container of raging hormones. Mom was, I thought, absolutely beautiful, and then there was Jan. Jan must have gotten her tits from Dad's Mother, because they were, well, hooters. So, as I say, if there was ever a time around the house when my dick was not hard for one or the other, or both, I don't remember it. But I was a good boy, which means I was a mess of repressed desire. Aside from occasionally brushing against Mom's butt or looking pointedly at Jan's tits, I never did anything. I just wanted.

Mom straightened up and noticed my thousand yard stare. "Penny for your thoughts."

"Oh, they're worth a lot more than a penny," I replied. "With inflation, I'll bet my thoughts are worth at least a buck."

"Well, you're the economist," Mom said. "But I'm afraid I don't have any money on me, as you can see." With that, she held her arms up and twirled around. When she did, her robe opened up a little more, and I was treated to more of her breasts. She, of course, had no idea.

"Okay, I'll just settle for a kiss," I said when she faced me again. "But you have to come down here to give it to me. I'm busy with my bacon."

"Scamp," she laughed, and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. I have to admit, when she did that, I got a good look right down her robe. She kissed me on the cheek and when she noticed where I was looking, pulled her robe together with her hand. "I'm not sure that was worth a dollar, but there you go."

"Oh, it was worth a lot more than a dollar to me. You have no idea what I'd pay for that."

She laughed, and I don't know if she knew what I was referring to, but given her fierce blush, I think she might have.

"What are you up to today?" she asked as she turned back to the stove.

"I dunno. Jan wanted to go to the mall, but I don't know if she'll ever get up. You wanna go with us?"

That was quite a change, I admit. When Jan and I were teenagers, the last thing we wanted was for the old fuddy-duddy parents to be around. Given that I had just gotten a peek at Mom's breasts, though, I wanted nothing more than for her to be around.

"Yeah, I just might," she said. "I get a little bored just sitting around the house for the summer."

Mom was a high school biology teacher, and a good one. Jan and I even had her as our teacher in our junior years, and loved it. She never treated us any differently than the rest of the students. She just had a way in class of presenting things in a lively way that kept everyone's attention, even though she must have given the same classes every year for the last 20 years. And, being realistic, I'll bet I wasn't the only guy in class who sat there with a boner, watching her as she moved around the classroom. I know that our house was always a favorite gathering spot for my old gang, and it was not always about catching a glimpse of my big sister. More than once I saw my friends watching Mom. I never mentioned it. I didn't blame them.

"Go wake her up and we'll leave in about an hour," Mom said, so I went upstairs to Jan's room and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, and said, "Janny," in a singsong voice, "time to get uppy."

"Go away!"

I opened the door and went in, to see Jan all cuddled up in her covers. I went to the bed and did a belly flop right on her.

"Dammit, Kevin," she shouted. "You big oaf. Get off me." I rubbed around on her, just to get her even madder, and then got up.

"Mom says she wants to go to the mall with us, and we'll leave in about an hour. She's cooking more bacon, and if you're not down there in ten minutes, it's mine, all mine."

She sat up in bed and shook her fist at me. "You'd better not eat my bacon, buddy boy, or it's curtains for you," she said, using a Hollywood villain voice. "Curtains, I say."

I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Good God. Double score, in the same morning. Jan was wearing a light tank top to sleep in and those tits were standing gloriously, with her nipples standing out a foot, it seemed.

She crossed her arms over them and shouted. "Get out, you perv, and don't eat my bacon!"

I walked out, closed the door, and just stood there a minute. Lordy, Lordy. It was just like I was a teenager again. Surrounded by pussy, and couldn't get a bit. What was it Coleridge said? "Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink"? That was me. Pussy, pussy, everywhere, and not a drop to drink.

"Get a grip," I whispered to myself. I was 21, entering my junior year at college, and Jan was 22, entering her senior year. We both went to the university a couple of hours from home, kind of a family tradition now since that is where Mom and Dad met. Jan and I didn't see a lot of each other on campus. We would try to sit together sometimes in the student section of the stadium on football weekends, but that was about it. Jan had her friends, and I had mine. Jan's friends were hot. My friends were nerds.

I sat at the table drinking coffee with Jan and Mom as Jan ate her breakfast. Mom got up to take a plate to the sink and I watched her lovely butt, accentuated by her thin robe, as she walked away. I guess I might have been a little obvious, because Jan kicked me under the table. I jerked to look at her, and she gave me that patented Jan eyebrows raised look. "Perv," she mouthed at me.

This time it was my turn to blush. "Shut up," I mouthed back, and she laughed.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked as she sat back down.

"Your son," Jan answered. "I don't think he'll ever change."

"Well, I hope not," Mom said. "I love him just as he is."

That provoked Jan and I both to laugh, with Jan spitting eggs out of her mouth, and we looked at each other and laughed again.

"I don't know what's so funny with you two," Mom said, "but I'm happy to have my babies home with me. Hurry and get ready, and we'll go."

We had a good time at the mall. We walked around, going from shop to shop, with no real plan. Mom and Jan tried on a few outfits, and I gave my considered fashion judge opinion of each. I made them pose in front of me while I studied them up and down, and then they'd have to twirl in front of me so I could see the back. I loved it. Getting into the role, I would let my eyes linger on their breasts, legs, and butt, and then I would make comments.

"I like this one. It shows off your assets." "No, not this one. Too matronly. Your body deserves better than that." "Oh, yeah. Man, you look hot in that."

They were getting into it, too, striking exaggerated fashion model poses. Mom turned around to look at me once after I had made her turn, and caught me staring at her butt. "There's more to the outfit than just that, Buster," she said with a laugh.

"See what I'm talking about, Mom? He'll never change." Mom and Jan both laughed at that, while I blushed and studied my shoes.

"Busted," I said, and stood up from the chair.

"Yeah, you're busted alright," Jan said. "You've always been busted." We all laughed, then, and walked toward the front of the store with Mom and Jan on either side of me and our arms interlocked. I had Jan's big tits pushing into my arm on the left, and Mom's sweet little tits pushing into my arm on the right. If life could get any better than that moment, I didn't know how. I looked behind us as we approached the entry, noting that no one was there.

"I feel just like Chapo," I said to them, "A rich drug lord out with his ladies." As I said that, I slid my arms down and cupped each of their butts with my hands - the left on Jan's butt, tight and muscular, and the right on Mom's, softer and more rounded.

They both laughed, and both of them took their arms from mine and punched me playfully.

"So much for innocent fun," Mom said, laughing. "Now I find out my son is a Mexican drug lord, with a bevy of ladies."

"Nope, not a bevy," I said. "Just the two prettiest ones."

"You'd better say that," Jan said. "I know where you sleep."

We were walking aimlessly, talking and laughing like that, and passed the billboards for the theater. "Ooh," Mom said, looking at one of them. "Let's go see that. I've been wanting to see it and your father won't go out at night. There's a one o'clock, and we can still be home in time to fix dinner."

"But that wasn't the plan," I said. "We were just going to walk around."

Mom looked at me. "Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all. Just go with it. Be natural. And what feels natural to me right now is a movie."

So, we did. We bought our tickets, got a huge tub of popcorn and water at exorbitant prices, and found seats in the middle of the small theater. There was no one in the theater but us.

"You can really pick 'em, Mom," Jan said in a loud whisper which made us all laugh because, after all, there was no one else to hear. "This must be a blockbuster."

"Oh, hush," Mom said. "It's been out awhile. It's very good, I hear."

With that, the lights dimmed and the previews started playing. I was sitting in the middle, holding the tub of popcorn so that all of us could share. "Why do I have to be the popcorn man? You should have been in the middle, Mom. You're both going to drip butter all over my legs."

"Better the popcorn man than the candy man," Jan said in her singsong voice, and we laughed again.

"Shush, you two. The movie's beginning," Mom said, and we laughed again because she had whispered in the empty theater.

I was much more conscious of the two women on either side of me than of the movie, although it turned out to be a pretty good flick. We all had shorts on, and when either Jan or Mom would reach over to get a handful of popcorn, their legs would touch mine. Especially when Jan would reach over, her breasts would rub against my arm. Okay. I admit it. I had my legs spread and my arms to my side, just for that purpose, but still.

At one suspenseful moment in the movie Mom gave a start and gasped, clinging to my arm. The effect was that her breasts pushed into my arm and I swear I could feel a tight little nipple drilling into my tricep. She was on my left and I was cradling the popcorn bucket with my right hand. In the moment, I reached my left hand down and patted her thigh. "There, there, little Laura," I whispered, "don't be afraid."

She laughed, but I kept my hand on her leg and she didn't say anything - she just covered my hand with her own, holding it. Now I was in heaven. I had my hand on Mom's leg. My entire being was focused on that hand. I was afraid to move it, for fear of her noticing her son had his hand on her thigh, but after awhile I got a little braver and started moving my fingers slightly against her skin. It was so soft. I don't know what she thought was going on, but to me it was one of the more sensual moments I could remember.

Getting ever more daring, I slowly started sliding my hand up Mom's leg. She tightened her grip on my hand, and kept me from advancing where I so desperately wanted to advance, but she didn't make me take my hand away. I was really getting into it, making my gentle kneading motions more overt, when she jumped up.

"Dammit." My heart sank. "Dammit. I have to use the bathroom. Don't let anything exciting happen until I get back," and then she was gone.

I sat there, dumbstruck and relieved. I thought she jumped up because of my hand. Maybe she did. Who could know?

Jan leaned over to me. "I know what you're doing, little brother," she said.

"What?" I was good at playing dumb with her.

"You're feeling up Mom's leg. What do you think? I'm blind? You're all over her. You two should get a room. You perv."

"I am not."

"Oh, yes, you are. You've been on her all day. I'm starting to feel ignored." With that, she put her hand on my right thigh and just when I thought I was really getting lucky, she pinched my thigh. And hard. I yelped.

"Dammit, Jan, that hurt," I said, and she laughed and then we both laughed together.

"So, anyway, Kevin. I know what you're doing."

"What am I doing, then, Miss Know-Everything?"

She paused for dramatic effect and then whispered, "You're trying to fuck your own Mother, that's what you're doing. Don't feel so special about it. I'd fuck her, too, if I thought I could get her to let her hair down."

I gasped. What? What did Jan just say?"

"Jan," I whispered with my voice full of emotion. "Are you a ...?"

She interrupted me. "Don't label, little brother. I'm not anything. I love beautiful men and I love beautiful women. Let your mind expand, college boy."

I just looked at her, dumbstruck. Good God. The image of my sister's beautiful face eating pussy filled my vision and I could hardly breathe. If my dick was hard before while I had my hand on Mom's leg, it was a damned diamond cutter now.

I was just getting ready to say something...I don't know what...when we heard Mom coming back in.

"We'll talk later," Jan said softly, and Mom settled back into her seat.

"Anything exciting happen?," Mom asked as we all looked at the screen.

"Just the most exciting part of the whole damned movie," I said, and Jan punched my arm.

"Really? Oh, dammit," Mom said, but Jan and I assured her she had missed nothing.

I just sat there for a bit, totally flummoxed. I replayed exactly what Jan had said, every word, and my dick throbbed. "Holy shit," I thought to myself. "Holy shit." No wonder Jan didn't like me hanging around with her at school. I knew Jan had fucked around a little. She was very selective in high school, but I knew when she had lost her cherry in her junior year. She never told me, but I could tell. She had been dating this Ken Doll-looking guy and after one date when she got home late, it just seemed like she changed a little. Became a woman in front of my eyes. I don't know if Mom or Dad could tell, but I could. She had been selective, but after that I could always tell if she had been fucked on a date. But now to learn she liked it both ways? As I say, "Holy shit."

On my left side, Mom hooked her arm under mine and hugged it, dragging me from my revery. Back in reality, I gently placed my hand back on Mom's leg. This time, she put her hand on it and pulled it off her, placing it on the arm of my seat. "Damn," I thought.

She whispered in my ear. "Wipe your hand off. I had butter and salt all over my leg when I went to the bathroom."

I made a show of wiping my hand on a napkin, and put it back on her leg. She again placed her hand over mine, and seemed to give me a little nudge to move my hand higher on her leg. I did. Oh, brother, I did. I slid my hand from the top of her leg to the inside of her thigh, and tickled her with my little finger. I could feel the top of her shorts with my fingers, so I was pretty high up her leg, and I wanted to be higher. I slid my little finger under her shorts and started moving up. She squeezed my hand.

"No, no, Buster," she whispered lightly in my ear. "Not too much."

That was good enough for me. She knew exactly what I was doing, and what I wanted. Not to put too fine a point on it, but dammit, she knew I wanted to touch her pussy. She had to know. My virginal Mother, and she was sitting there with her son feeling her up. Wow. Jan and I had laughed about it it when we were living at home, with both of us convinced that Mom and Dad had only had sex twice, once for each of us. Clearly, there was a side of Mom I had never known.

After the movie we walked out to the car, again with all three of us arm in arm. If Mom was upset that I had my hand on her leg, she didn't show it. She was happy. Jan was just as happy, it seemed to me, and we all teased and laughed with each other. On the drive home, Jan sat in front and I sat in the back seat, lost in my thoughts. What a day. I found out my sister ate pussy, or at least I assumed that from what she had said, and I had my hand on Mom's leg.

Jan turned around to look at me. "Are you lost in space, Idiot?," she asked. "Are you listening to a thing we've said?"

I was ready with a quick, witty response. "Huh?"

"I said, what was your favorite part of the movie?"

"Oh. Oh, yeah. Well, I don't know. I liked it all."

Still looking back at me, Jan arched her eyebrow and then turned her head to look at Mom. "Yeah. I know what part you liked best."

I looked at her with shock. Was she going to bust me in front of Mom? Was she going to say, "You liked feeling Mom up, didn't you?"

But she didn't. "You liked the action scenes, didn't you, you shallow college boy."

I snickered, both in mirth and relief. "Yeah. Of course."

Mom laughed, too. "I liked the action, too, Kevin. It was a very action-packed movie, wasn't it?" She looked at me in the rear view mirror and our eyes met. She kept the eye contact until she had to return her eyes to the road, but I knew the message she had sent. At least, I hoped I knew the message she had sent. She had liked the action - my action - as much as I had liked it.

Mom was practically bubbly at dinner, and that put everyone in a good mood. We talked and laughed and, halfway through the meal, Dad got a bottle of good white wine for us to share. "I don't know what we're celebrating," he said, "but let's just celebrate our family." We toasted to that and, after dinner and loading the dishwasher - a job Jan and I shared - we retired to the family room to watch one of the British mystery shows Mom and Dad liked. Dad was in his easy chair and Mom, Jan, and I shared the couch.

Dad had the air conditioner cranked, as he liked it. Mom said she felt cold and got up to get a throw to put over our laps. What do you think I did? Of course. I slipped my hand to Mom's leg and squeezed lightly. Again, she put her hand over mine, and squeezed back, then she put her hand on my thigh. I rubbed her leg lightly, running my fingers up and down her thigh. Mom didn't do the same, but kept her hand in one place and lightly scratched with her fingers. I didn't try and go for her pussy. I had enough experience by this time to know not to rush things. My philosophy with women had matured to the point that I didn't believe in seduction, if the word meant getting someone to do something she didn't want to do. No, my philosophy was to let it be known what I wanted, and then let her move things along at her own speed. That's what I would do with Mom. If she wanted what I wanted, we'd get there. If she didn't want it, then we wouldn't. No plan. Either way, I was a winner. If I never got any farther than rubbing her leg, I was a winner.

You can imagine my surprise - my pleasant surprise - when a hand slid up on my other leg, resting on my thigh. I glanced over at Jan, and she was focused on the television screen. But her hand lightly rubbed up and down my leg, with her fingers sliding under my shorts leg occasionally. My dick was so hard I thought it would explode. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, I had adjusted myself so it was sticking up and not down my pants leg. If it had been down my leg, Jan would have touched it. I may sound like I was pretty worldly in the moment, but even I didn't know if I was ready for my sister to touch my dick. I know it sounds odd since I was feeling Mom up, but that was the way it was.

So we sat there, my hand on Mom's leg, her hand on mine, and Jan's hand on the other leg. Can you imagine? I hoped that show would never end, but eventually it did and Dad stood up and stretched.

"Bedtime, Kiddies," he said, and we all stood up. The lights were dim, thankfully, or my hard dick would have been obvious to everyone. I had on boxers and loose shorts, so there wasn't a lot I could do to hide it.

Dad and Jan went upstairs, and I helped Mom carry the wineglasses to the kitchen. After we had put them in the dishwasher, Mom turned and hugged me. "Thanks for today, Kevin. It was a wonderful day." I hugged her back and slid my right hand down to rub across her butt and then I cupped it, pulling her into me.

"Mom, I love you," I whispered in her ear.

"Sssh," she whispered back. "I know, Honey. Just don't let your Father catch you doing that," as she reached behind her and covered my hand with her own. "And don't go too fast. This won't go where you probably want it to go. I'm just thrilled to have my kids home again."

"Don't let your Father catch you doing that." Have more beautiful and meaningful words ever been spoken?

I reached my other hand down, brazenly holding her ass, and pulled her into me - pulling her against my stiff dick. I said in my best Spanish accent, "Chapo likes to please his ladies," and then she pulled away.

"Oh, go upstairs, you big goof." We walked up the stairs together, holding hands, and when we got to her bedroom door I bent down and gently kissed her on the lips.

"Night, Mom. See you in the morning."

Mom had a half smile, and shook her head. "Jan's right, you'll never change. And I don't want you to," then she went into her bedroom.

I stood there for a moment, then Jan's door opened and she gestured to me to come into her room. I did, and we sat on her bed, crosslegged.

"So, it's true, isn't it? You're trying to fuck Mom." It wasn't a question. Jan was making a declaration.

We had always been close. Not that close, but close, so I saw no reason at this point to try to make excuses.

"Hell, yes. I've always wanted to, but Jeez..."

She laughed, and punched my chest. "Based on what I saw today, I think you might just have a shot. Who'd a thunk it, but you might just get there. You had your hand on her leg in the movie, didn't you? You were feeling her up just now under the cover, weren't you? Tell me, Kevin. What kind of guy tries to fuck his own Mother?" She said it seriously, but she had a half smile on her face.

"The kind of guy who has a sexy Mom like that, I guess. You think I'm a weirdo?"

"Oh, Kev, you innocent dope. Do you have any idea how many guys want to fuck their Moms? I can always tell, when I'm dating a guy, if he wants to fuck his Mother, and I can tell you, they all do. Sometimes I play with them about it, asking them while we're hot at it if they want to fuck Mother, and they always cum when I say it. I can even tell the ones who have fucked their Mothers. They're the ones who deny it the most."

"Wow. Really?"

"Oh, yeah. Really. You'd be amazed how many guys I'm pretty sure have fucked their Mothers. And you're not alone with Mom. You think all those guys hung around here all the time because of your brilliant personality?"

"No. They hung around here, Jan, because of those beauties," and I looked at her tits in her tank top.

She laughed and arched her back, emphasizing them. "Uh, huh. Some did. Maybe they all did. But they loved watching Mom's ass when she walked away, didn't they? Like I told you, if I thought she'd go for it, I'd show her what a real orgasm is like."

I spluttered. "God, Jan."

"And what's wrong with that?" She got serious for a moment. "What's the difference in your trying to fuck her, and my trying to fuck her? Don't be a homophobe, Kevin, that's all I ask."

"No, no," I said. "I just want you to be happy, and if that makes you happy, go for it. In fact, I'd love to watch."

"Oh, I'll bet you would," she said, and we both laughed.

We were both pretty turned on by this point. I know I was hard as a rock, and I could tell Jan was pretty hot, too. I looked at her breasts. "Jan, could I just see them? Just let me see them."

She leaned forward, and we kissed. It started as a gentle kiss, but quickly turned passionate and we were soon making out like horny teenagers. Hell, we weren't that far from being teenagers. I reached my right hand up and held her left breast, running my thumb across her nipple. She shivered. I whispered. "Just let me see them."

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Just this once. You have to stay focused. You have to make Mom know she is the one you really want. You can't have divided attention. If you get there with Mom, there will be plenty of time for you and me, I promise you that. But for now, you've got one focus." With that, she lifted her tank top over her head, and there they were. The dream of every guy in Midland High School, and probably half the women. I reached out and held them with both hands, and then lowered my head to take her right nipple in my mouth. I scrubbed my tongue across it, sucked, and she whimpered.

She pushed me away. "No, Kev. I mean it. You're on a mission. When you're on a mission, you stay on that mission. Get me?"

I made a pouty face, and she giggled.

"Let's both go for it, little brother. How exciting would that be? We'll make a pact. Whoever gets there first helps the other one. Whatta ya think?"

"Hell, yes. I'll get there first, of course, and I'll help you."

"Oh, don't be so cocksure, Mister Man. She won't be the first woman I've introduced to her first delicious moment of girl love."

"Oh, God, Jan. You've got to tell me stories. I love stories."

Jan laughed out loud. "Yeah, all the guys love to hear those stories. Tomorrow night will be story time, but for now get out of here and go to bed. Your own bed."

I stood up, my dick standing proud in my shorts, and Jan looked pointedly at it. "We'll have our time, but not now," she said. "Now we promise to stay on target."

She held out her hand with her fist closed and her pinky finger out. I did the same. "Oh, that's sacred," I said. "Pinky promise."

I turned to go through our adjoining bathroom and she spoke as I opened the door. "Kev?"

I met her eyes, with a questioning look on my face.

"This is going to be a long, hot summer," she said. had trouble sleeping that night. It had been, I must say, a momentous day. I had my hand on Mom's leg, felt up her butt, and sucked Jan's beautiful tits. In the panoply of momentous days, I would say mine was up there near the top. I practically rubbed myself raw masturbating, with thoughts of Mom and Jan alternating in my head. Jan had been pretty adamant, though - I was to concentrate my efforts on Mom. That was where I had started until Jan got me sidetracked, and that was where I would focus. Mom. I lay there, wondering what it would be like the first time I slid into her. What would her hair be like? Graying naturally now, she had always had reddish-brown hair. Would it be the same color down there? Would she give me a blow job? The whole night, I'd masturbate, drop off to sleep, wake up to the same thoughts, and go through the cycle again. It was a long night.

The next morning I was up pretty early, but I stayed in bed until I heard the door slam with Dad's departure for work. I normally slept in the nude, a habit I had acquired in my college dorm room, so I slipped on a pair of workout shorts and a tee shirt. Descending the stairs, I could see Mom in the kitchen, puttering at the sink. She had on the same robe. My eyes focused on the curve of her butt. Did she have anything on under her robe? I was about to find out.

Mom had not objected to my advances the previous day, so I saw no reason that she would reject me today. If anything, she had spent as horny a night as I had spent. I slipped up behind her, put my arms around her so that I was holding her belly, and rubbed my dick right on her ass.

She jerked around and hit me, hard, on my chest. "Dammit, Kevin! What has gotten into you? I'm your Mother, for Crissake. You're going to have to stop this behavior. I just won't have it!"

Whoa. Where had that come from? Mom never said, "for Crissake."

To say she was pissed off at me would be an understatement. She stood there glowering at me, and then started crying. Now what was I to do? I stood there like a complete dolt. I tried to take her in my arms to comfort her, and she pushed me away again. My previously hard dick was trying to shrink into my stomach - at least one of us had enough sense to run from danger.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad."

She brushed the tears from her eyes and sniffed. "Oh, Honey. I'm not mad at you. I just don't know what's gotten into you." She paused. "Well, I guess I do know. You're a college man now, and you're suddenly cut off from your normal outlets for what are natural emotions. But I'm not one of your college girls, and I hope you don't treat them like that. I'm your Mother. So, no more, okay?"

"Okay, Mom. I'm..."

She cut me off. "You don't have to be sorry. You just have to behave yourself. What if Jan had seen you do that? What would she think of me?"

"Okay," I said, and I slinked off toward my room.

"No, you don't, Mister. I'm just starting your breakfast. You get yourself some juice and coffee and sit yourself right down." Suddenly, as if a switch had clicked, she was her normal self again. That had always been Mom's strength, I thought. She would get mad, express her anger, and once she had her say, it was done. There were no long-term pouts or spells of anger with Mom. She got it off her chest, and that was that.

"So, what would you like?" She smiled at me as she said it, and I bit my tongue to keep from saying what I really wanted. She knew, and that door was closed. Closed? I would say that door was closed, bolted, and padlocked.

"I dunno. How about some cheesy eggs?" Mom made killer scrambled eggs with grated cheese.

"Coming right up. Is your sister up yet?"

"His sister is awake and raring to go," Jan said as she entered the kitchen. "What was all the hubbub?"

Mom glanced at me. "Oh, nothing. Kevin spilled some juice on the floor. You know how clumsy he is."

"Oh, I know. Big goof."

Whew. Mom didn't say, "I just had to set Kevin straight because he was trying to make a move on his own Mother," so I guessed I was ahead in the game.

After we had breakfast and cleaned up, Mom headed up the stairs. "I'm going to get dressed and go to the grocery. I guess neither of you two want to go with me." Both of us shook our heads. "That's okay. You can take advantage of the morning out by the pool. Any special requests?"

Neither of us had any requests, so Mom continued up the stairs and we heard her bedroom door close. Jan looked at me. "Well?"

I shook my head. "Not now, Jan. Still too raw. After Mom leaves."

Jan gave me the one-eyebrow raise and then started toward her room. She stopped and turned back toward me. "Okay, but I want a full report. Meet you out at the pool."

After Mom left, Jan and I adjourned to the pool. Jan was looking good. She had on a coral-colored bikini, and its color went perfectly with her auburn hair. It was just skimpy enough to show off her curves without being slutty. My eyes went immediately to her breasts and, remembering what had happened the previous evening, my blood went to my dick.

"Down, boy," Jan said softly. "Stay focused. Remember?"

"That ship has sailed," I said, bitterly, "and it sailed without me."

"What do you mean? What happened this morning? I thought you were pretty well on track."

I sighed. I told Jan what had happened with Mom. I told her everything, holding back no details. Jan was particularly interested in hearing exactly what Mom had said to me, and made me recount her words several times until she was finally satisfied.

"You idiot," she said, but at least she was smiling.

"I know. Went down in flames. I guess that little adventure is over, huh?"

"Oh, not by a long shot."

My eyes sprang from Jan's tits to meet her own eyes. "Huh? What do you mean?"

"You just hit a stumbling block. Really, I'll swear, I wonder how guys ever get laid at all. You have gotten laid, haven't you?"

I knew her question was rhetorical, but it still stung a little and I started to get angry at her smug attitude.

"Fuck you, Jan. You pushed me into this, and now Mom's pissed off at me."

"I pushed you into it? I pushed you into it? Was that my hand rubbing popcorn butter all over her ass at the movie? All I want to do is help you get it, if you'll shut up and listen."

I was laying on a lounge chair while Jan stood over me, delivering that message, and I could see her nipples standing out. "Oh, Janny," I thought to myself. "One way or another I'm getting those tits." But Jan was right. She was offering me a unique insight into the "how," in fucking a woman. How many opportunities like this does a guy have? Jan could, and from what she was saying, would, help me get a shot at Mom. I resolved to put myself in Jan's hands.

"OK, Jan. I'm in your hands." I leered suggestively when I said that.

She sighed, heavily and theatrically. "Focus, Kev. Foooooocus."

We laughed, and then she got serious. "OK. Let's review this morning's performance. There are at least two factors involved. First we'll review those, and maybe we'll identify a couple more as we talk through it."

"Right, Professor! I am a sponge, ready to soak up your knowledge."

"First, you presumed too much. You went in like a bull in a china shop. Think about it. You're back at school. You've starting dating a girl, had a couple of dates, and finally got your hands on her legs. Not too much, you've just started getting some liberties. Would you come up behind her at the Student Union and hunch your dick against her ass?"

I laughed at the image. "No, of course not."

"Then why did you do that to Mom? You presumed too much. You acted like it was already a done deal, and right now it's far from that."

"Yeah. I rushed it, didn't I?"

"Duh. You think so?"

She continued. Then there's the message you sent when you did that. You cheapened her. You acted like...well, there's no other way to put it...you think she's a slut. How do you think that made her feel?"

I hung my head, and it was not an act. Jan was right. What the hell was I thinking?

"You got that? You must honor and respect each woman you date. But she's our Mom. She is on a pedestal. Above all, you simply have to show her respect. Always."

She shook her finger at me. "I mean it. Then there's another factor, and I hope I'm not breaking the Sisterhood Code, but I want this to work for you. For us. No matter how much a woman wants the same thing you want, she's going to have times when she pulls back. Some of it is unconscious, but some of it is conscious. She's going to pull back because she doesn't want you to think she's easy. She's going to make you work for it. There will be times, and you just hit one, where she thinks, "What the hell am I doing?," and pulls away. Magnify that a thousand-fold for Mom. For you, bagging Mom would be the sexiest thing you can imagine. For her, right now until you work her through it, it's a bad thing she is considering. You get me?"

"Yeah. I get you. She thinks I won't respect her anymore. She thinks she will be letting me down as a Mother. All that."

"'Zactly. And there's more. She let you take liberties with her yesterday at the movie and last night on the couch. She didn't this morning. What was the difference?"

"Hmmm. I'm not sure."

"Timing, Idiot Child. Timing. Yesterday you spent the whole day flirting with her and making her happy. She was happy anyway because we were home. But you spent a lot of time getting her ready for your big move. Anticipation. That's key for a woman. You have to prep the battlefield. You have to have her quivering with anticipation before you ever make a move. Make her want it, tease her with it, and make her want it even more."

She paused, then continued. "Plus, women are just different from men. A man has one switch. It's either on, or off. All a woman has to do is look at a man, his switch turns on, and he's ready to go. With a woman it's different. For us it's all about mood, and timing, and foreplay...yes, foreplay...and then maybe, just maybe, our switch will start to ease toward the on position. You do know about foreplay, don't you?"

"Sure. I'm not a dummy, you know."

"Okay, Mister I'm Not A Dummy. Explain to me what you think foreplay is."

"Well, you know. Kissing and touching. Playing with her tits. Fingering her. That's foreplay. Why are you asking me this? I do have some experience."

"You might have experience, but it's all wrong experience, then. That's not foreplay. That's fore-fucking. Foreplay is everything. If you're on a date, foreplay starts from the moment you meet her, and maybe even before. Foreplay is everything you do to get her in the mood. Like yesterday with Mom. You made her happy. You flirted with her. You spent hours getting her ready before you made your move. You listened to her. You talked to her. Your eyes were all over her. You made her feel special. That's foreplay. That's probably the most important thing you can learn, if you can learn at all. Idiot."

I laughed. Jan wanted to be a college professor some day, and she was going to be a good one.

"So, little brother. That all make sense to you?"

"Yeah, it does. Why didn't you tell me all this in high school? Damn, Jan."

"You weren't ready then. You're ready for the big secrets now. You listen to me, and any woman will be putty in your hands. Even Mom."

"Oh, I'm listening." And I was.

"And there's another thing. You remember I said last night that we'd have a competition?"

"Yeah, so why are you helping me win?"

She paused. "I was wrong. Having a competition for her does just what I said for you not to do. It cheapens her, objectifies her, and would doom us both to failure. She's not dumb. She'd see right through us. I'm your coach, and that's it. If we get you there, then I'll think about going for it myself. But for now, it's all you, Champ. Can you do it?" She pumped her fist. "Can you win one for The Gipper?"

I started humming the Notre Dame fight song. I couldn't remember if The Gipper had been the coach at Notre Dame or not, but it seemed appropriate. At least it made us both laugh. "So what do I do now? How do I recover?"

"You take two steps back, and work your way in again. You have one big advantage now that two days ago you might not have had."

"Wooo. What's that?"

"Think about it. She knows exactly what you want. She knows you want to fuck her. Whether she is cool with the idea or not, at this point, she has to be thinking about it." Jan was majoring in psychology, and knew all this stuff about how the brain works. "You planted the image in her brain of the two of you fucking. Believe me, that image is still there and she can't stop thinking about it."

"Well, I'm thinking about it, too. Between you and Mom, I'm rubbing my dick raw."

"Oh, I just bet you are, Kev. I just bet you are." She laughed, a deep and throaty laugh. "I've heard you jerking off for the past ten years. You are a noisy one."

I laughed. I liked this new Jan. "You grow up in a house with two women like you and Mom, and see what it does to you."

She laughed, too. "You grow up in a house with two men like you and Dad, and see what it does to you."

I jerked back, my eyes wide. "You mean...?"

"Oh, yeah. You think only the male of the species can have fantasies?"

"Dad? You think about Dad?" He was a few years older than Mom and even though he tried to keep in some sort of shape, it seemed to be a losing battle. Besides, he was Dad.

"Oh, hell yes. Someday I'm going to take a run at him, too, but let's just keep on focus here. This is about you and Mom. One step at a time. My day's coming."

"So what's the game plan for today? What do I do?"

We had been laying on our lounge chairs while we were talking, and now Jan raised up and looked at me. She let her eyes roam down my body to my dick, tenting in my swim trunks. "You really want this, don't you? You really want to fuck Mom."

"More than just about anything. You have no idea."

"Then here is what you are going to do. You already have the template, based on how it went yesterday. Back off. No touching. You have to respect boundaries. Tell me again, exactly, how you ended up with your hand on Mom's leg yesterday."

"There was that scene in the movie where the bad guy jumped out of the shadows, and she jerked and grabbed my arm. Her tit was pushing against me. I reached down and patted her leg. I said something like, 'There, there, little Laura. Don't be afraid,' and I just left my hand on her leg. She put her hand on mine. And that was it."

"So, the initial act was natural and in the moment - a moment you had created by flirting shamelessly with her all day. She felt special. You took advantage of the moment, without planning it, and she gave you permission by putting her hand on yours. You didn't plan it, did you?"

"No. It just happened, naturally."

"That's it. Like Mom said, 'Sometimes the best plan is no plan at all.'"

"Hmmm," I mused. I was learning a lot.

"So here is what you do. You recreate yesterday. Flirt with her. Act like nothing happened this morning. That was then. This is now. Water under the bridge. You apologized. She accepted your apology. Never mention it again. Do you love Mom?"

"Of course."

"You'd better. So act like it. Tell her you love her. Do you think she's pretty?"

"What do you think? I think she's beautiful. I think she's hotter now than she was when we were teenagers."

"Then act like it. Let her see you watching her. A woman can tell when a guy is interested because his eyes are always on her. I guarantee she will know what you're thinking. That will make her think the same thing. Now, I need to swim a little bit. For some reason, I'm a little hot."

I burst out laughing, and followed Jan into the pool. We played Marco Polo for awhile, reliving our youth, and then got out to dry off. Mom was just coming in from the garage, carrying grocery bags.

"You got more? Can I help?," I asked.

"Yup. There's a lot more out there," she said, so I hustled up to get the rest of the groceries in.

After I got all the bags on the kitchen counter, I started emptying them out and putting things away in the cupboard and refrigerator. Mom looked at me, a quizzical look on her face. "Thanks. I don't know where this is coming from, but I like it. Bringing the groceries in and putting them away is one of my least favorite things."

"I just want to help, unlike some people," as I looked pointedly at Jan.

Jan nodded at me, approvingly. "Oh, you're doing just great, little brother. Keep it up." We both laughed, because both of us knew exactly what she meant.

I turned my head to talk to Mom as I put things away. "What's for supper?"

"You just finished breakfast, and you're thinking about supper?," she asked.

I used my Chapo imitation again. "I am a man of big appetites," I said.

That got a laugh. "When we get finished with this, I'll make some lemonade and we can sit out at the pool if you want," Mom said.

"Sure. Jan wasn't much company this morning. Kind of grumpy, like usual."

Mom laughed, and I could tell she was in a happy mood. "I have missed you guys," she said. "Always arguing, but I've missed you. Having you home again, even if it's just for a couple of months, is the answer to my prayers. I can't get enough of the two of you."

I looked at Jan and she gave me the raised eyebrow and a smile. She turned to Mom and said, "I think you might get more of us than you want this summer, Mom." I looked at her. Now, that had a double meaning, at least to me. She continued, though, to soften the meaning. "I mean, we're here under foot until September, you know."

"Yeah, Mom," I said, "We'll always be here for you. Give it ten more years and you'll be making pointed comments about how we need to move out and get jobs."

Mom turned to us. "I don't worry about that with you two. You know how to work. You have good values. You'll both do fine."

"Okay, we'll compromise," I said. We'll move out, but we'll stay close. How's that?"

"Deal, Buster," Mom said. "Close is what I want."

"Me, too," I said, "But I don't know about Janny. She'll probably want to move to Paris, or something."

"Not me," Jan said. "I think I can have everything I want right here."

After we had finished, Jan and I went back out to the pool while Mom changed into her suit. Jan grabbed my arm and whispered to me. "You're doing great. You're getting her back in the mood. Keep it up."

I whispered back to her. "I think I can have everything I want right here?"

She punched my arm. "Just prepping the eventual battlefield, little bro. Just prepping the battlefield."

When Mom came out, I looked at her and gave a wolf whistle. Her suit was a one piece and modest enough, befitting her age, but it looked damned good on her. Her butt was accentuated by the cut of it and the tops of her breasts looked great. "Looking good, Mom. Looking great, in fact."

"Oh, stop it," she shushed and turned away, but I noticed her nipples had popped when I said that.

We all jumped in the pool and had a round of general horseplay. I wanted to grab her ass, but I didn't. Her mood was good, and I didn't want to ruin it like I had that morning. After awhile Mom climbed out and settled into a lounge chair. I got out and laid back in the chair beside her.

"Pools great, isn't it?," Mom asked.

"Yep, 'tis. I love this," I replied. "But the sun is strong. You don't want to get too much, you know. That fair skin of yours will just burn, like always."

She giggled. "Yeah, I can never get a tan like normal people. I burn and then get all freckled up."

Jan was still in the pool, and I lowered my voice so she couldn't hear. "I love those freckles, Mom," and I raised up and looked at the tops of her breasts, creamy-colored and dusted with freckles. "I have always loved your freckles."

She reached over and pushed me back down, bending over slightly so I got a good look at her breasts. Whether she did it consciously or not, I noticed the nipples were up and ready again. She laid back down and whispered back, "You've got a one track mind, don't you?"

I snorted. "I guess so. I can't help it."

"Don't let Jan hear you say things like that, that's all."

I laughed, for a couple of reasons. I was back on track. It had not taken much - just paying attention to her and flirting with her, and it was as if this morning had not happened. But if she knew what Jan and I had been talking about. Ha. "Don't let Jan hear you..." Jan was going to get a blow-by-blow report.

Mom was sensitive to the sun, so she got the sunscreen and started rubbing it on her. I leaned over, propping my head on my hand so I could watch her. She knew I was watching her, but didn't say anything. When she had her front done she rolled over and handed me the bottle. "Do my back, would you?"

"With pleasure," I said.

"Not too much pleasure," she giggled. "Just my back."

I put everything I had into it, trying to make putting the sunscreen on her back the most sensual act ever. I looked over, and Jan was at the side of the pool, watching me, with a hungry look on her face. After I finished her back, Mom took the bottle from me and did her legs. I wanted to do them, but didn't say anything. There was going to be time for that, later, I hoped. I had all summer.

"Jan, get out and get some sunscreen on you," Mom said, in her Mom voice. "I don't want you burning. You know that causes skin cancer, right?"

"Mommmm," Jan said in a whining voice. "I'm not a baby anymore."

"No, but you'll always be my baby. Now shut up, and put sunscreen on. You don't want to be a dried up old prune when you're my age."

Mom had decided we'd have pasta for supper, one of my favorites. I stayed in the kitchen with her while Jan was in her room. Mom had changed into a pair of black yoga pants with a white tank top, and looked great. She had her hair pulled back in a pony tail, which emphasized her neck. I had always thought Mom had an elegant neck. So, I told her so.

"Mom, I love your neck. It's elegant."

That got a snort out of her. "Yeah, long necks are the bane of a woman's existence when she gets to be my age. Damned thing hurts all the time."

I was helping her chop tomatoes for the sauce. I stopped and looked at her. "That's the second comment about your age you've made today. I won't have it. You're beautiful. I was telling Jan this morning that I think you're even prettier than you were fifteen years ago. So, stop it. You're as young as you feel."

"Then I'm a hundred," she laughed. "At least."

"Well, I don't think so. I think you're as sexy as all get out." I stopped. Had I gone too far, too fast? Jan had warned me, but my comment had slipped out without thinking.

"Young hormones," Mom said. "Nothing like them." She smiled when she said it, and there those nipples were again, poking right out. "Whew," I thought. "She's not mad. Dodged a bullet on that one."

After dinner, Jan and I stayed in the kitchen to clean up while Mom and Dad went to the family room to watch Jeopardy. Dad had broken out a bottle of red, and they took their glasses with them. As soon as they left the kitchen, Jan grabbed my arm. "You're an artist. You've got her right back in the palm of your hand. Tell me about it."

I recounted our conversation, boring as it was. I told her how I thought I messed up with the sexy comment, but Jan disagreed. "It was in the moment, and it was natural. You did fine. You sent her a message."

Jan and I took wineglasses with us to the family room and settled onto the couch after we filled them. Again the room was chilly, and again Mom got the throw to put over our laps. I was in the middle again, and found myself in a quandary. What should I do? I had my hand on her leg last night, but should I do it again? Mom answered my unspoken question for me as their mystery show opened, reaching under the throw for my hand and placing it on her leg. She looked straight ahead, not showing anything, and kept her hand on mine. I gave a gentle squeeze to her thigh, as a gesture of appreciation, and she squeezed my hand back. It was an unspoken communication, just between the two of us, and it spoke volumes to me.

Before long, Jan's hand snaked onto my other leg, rubbing gently, and Mister Diamond Cutter was back. I had not adjusted myself when I sat down, and it was painfully kinked. As casually as I could, I took my hand from Mom's leg and adjusted myself, then reached quickly over to touch Jan's hand. I put my hand back on Mom's leg, gave a squeeze, and she put her hand back on mine. "Okay, Bud?," she asked softly.

"Oh, yeah. All warm and comfy," I said, and she giggled.

So, Mom knew my dick was hard for her, and she was alright with it. That had to mean something. I started gently rubbing and massaging her thigh. She gave no sign anything was going on, so I took that as consent and began ranging farther afield. I rubbed the inside of her thigh, and then slowly, ever so slowly, moved my hand upward. She still gave no sign. She had taken her hand off mine while I rubbed her thigh, and now she came back, giving my hand a squeeze. I wiggled my little finger, now on her upper thigh no more than a couple of inches from her pussy. Still no sign. Still no rejection.

Maybe I'm wrong, but seems to me there is a natural progression to touching. I've always gone for the ass first. Breasts might come next. The pussy has always been the last thing I'd go for. You touch a woman's pussy right out of the box, and that's disaster waiting to happen. But here I was, with my finger very close to Mom's pussy. That was close to being a violation of the natural order of things. What to do? I had already had my hands on her butt. Going for her breasts now was not possible. What to do? So, I did nothing. I left my hand where it was, while continuing to gently rub my little finger as close to her pussy as I dared.

I was so focused on that little finger that I was oblivious to Jan's hand, until she ran it up my leg and rubbed it across my dick. A credit to my discipline, I didn't jump. I had my left hand on the couch between Jan and me, so I carefully reached up to put it on Jan's hand and encouraged her to rub my dick. She gave a little squeeze to the head of my dick, and then took her hand off my leg.

"Anyone ready for more wine?," she said as she took the throw off her lap and stood up.

"Yes, please," Mom and Dad both said, so Jan filled all our glasses. When she filled mine she looked right in my eyes and smiled.

"Good boy," she said as I held my glass out.

Mom laughed. "Don't be fooled, Jan. He's not as good as you think," and she squeezed my hand when she said it.

Jan sat back down and we all settled in again. I was, as I said, totally focused on that little finger, so close to heaven, so I felt the gentle nudge of Mom's hand on mine. A gentle nudge up, toward her pussy. So now I was back to my quandary, but this time I didn't dwell on it. I slowly inched my hand up until my little and ring fingers were touching Mom's thigh, right next to her pussy. Her breathing had become deep and when I glanced over at her, her eyes were closed. Ever so gently, like I was touching a butterfly's wings, I stroked my little finger across her pussy. Even through the tight yoga pants, I could feel the structure of it. I could feel the lips of her pussy.

She gave an involuntary jump with a gasp and moved to jerk my hand away. I was prepared to beat a hasty retreat, but she held my hand up close to her pussy - not on it, but right next to it. I got it immediately. She would let me get close to the gates of heaven, but would not let me enter them. Yet. But of one thing I could be certain - Mom knew I was going for her pussy. Emboldened, I rubbed a little more aggressively, right beside her pussy. Not much, just enough so there could be no doubt in her mind what I was doing. I knew I mustn't touch her pussy again, so I used my finger to stretch the fabric of her pants to put pressure on it. I must have been right, because she started making slight pushing movements with her hips while her hand pressed mine into her.

Dad stood up, the show over. "Bedtime," he crowed. I took my hand away, but Mom gave it a meaningful squeeze before I did.

"Daddy," Jan whined. "I'm not ready. It's too early to go to bed."

"Get to bed, young lady, before I give you a spanking," he said. "You're still not too big for that, you know."

"Oh, please," Jan purred in a seductive voice, and everyone laughed.

Dad had a funny look on his face but he recovered quickly. "Maybe you are too big, after all," he said, chuckling, and then headed up the stairs. Jan, Mom, and I cleaned up, and then Jan left us alone in the kitchen. She had gone out of the kitchen, but there was a stair tread that always creaked and I hadn't heard it. I knew she was lurking just outside the door, listening to us. Little sneak.

Mom rinsed the wineglasses while I stood behind her, enjoying the view of her ass in those yoga pants. She turned and gave me a hug. I did not replay the actions of the previous night and kept my hands on her waist, and I lowered my head to her neck and gave it a gentle kiss. "I love that elegant neck," I said. "I just love you, Mom."

"Oh, Kev. What are you doing to me?," she whispered in my ear. "You can't get your Mother all worked up like that."

"I just love you, that's all," I replied.

"I love you, too, but not in that way. You know we can't do what you want, don't you? We just can't. I won't let it happen."

I kissed her neck again, and gave it a little nibble this time. "I don't care. I'm happy however you let me love you. Just kissing this neck is enough for me."

I must have said the right thing because she gave me a tight hug. "When did my little boy grow up?" she asked.

I snorted. "When did my Mother become such a MILF?"

She pulled out of my arms and slapped my butt. "I know what that means," she said.

"Good," I answered. "Then you know." We both laughed as we turned to the door. I coughed so Jan would have some warning and I heard the stairs squeak as she scampered up them. When Mom and I got to her bedroom door, I stopped her and bent my head down to kiss her neck again. "Just one more," I whispered, and then she went into her bedroom.

I went right to my room and immediately Jan came in through our adjoining bathroom.

"Tell me all about it," she said as she settled onto my bed.

"She had me almost rubbing her pussy," I whispered, still in awe of it. "She let me run my finger across it once. She even encouraged it."

"I thought so," Jan snickered. "I could tell by the look on her face. You're going to get it. I just know you are."

Then we stopped and looked at each other. My room was the closest to Mom's and Dad's, and we could hear the unmistakeable sound of the bed squeaking. We both giggled, covering our mouths to stifle the sound.

"God," Jan said. "You must have had her horny as a billy goat."

"Me? What do you think you did to Dad with that spanking comment? Did you see the look on his face?"

That got us both laughing quietly again and, to the sound of Mom and Dad fucking, we naturally fell into each other's arms. I kissed Jan deeply and she responded eagerly. This time I didn't ask. I peeled her tank top off and in a flash had my mouth on those tits. Jan arched her head back and moaned.

"I'm going to do this just this one time, for now," she said, "but if Mom and Dad get to take the edge off, then so should we." She pushed me onto my back and shucked my pants off. "I saw you adjusting that big boy," she said, as she studied it. "Nice one, Kev."

"Just kiss it for me, Jan."

"Oh, no." She took me in her hand and gently rubbed her thumb across the head of it. "You're going to have to wait for that. This is going to be a quickie. We want to take the edge off, but you have to maintain your competitive spirit. I can't give you everything at once." With that, she pulled her panties off and I saw her pussy for the first time I could remember. It was shaved clean, which was something of a disappointment to me. I don't know why girls started deciding their pussies had to be shaven, but practically every girl I had at college was that way. For a guy who loved a big bush, it was not right.

She was sitting on my chest, so I bent my head forward and kissed her pussy softly. "No, no," she said. "Mama will give you lessons on that when the time is right, but not now." She rose up on her knees and slid down, then lowered herself onto my dick. As soon as I was fully in, she paused and arched back. "Like I said, Nice one, Kev."

Her pussy was as tight as any I had experienced. I told her that, and she squeezed it on my dick. I moaned. I couldn't help it.

"Ssssh," she whispered. "You want to get us caught?"

We were both quiet, and then could hear Mom's bed, still going at it, along with a whispered conversation we couldn't hear well enough to understand. That got another giggle fest going. "God," Jan said. "Mom is fucking you in her mind and Dad is fucking me in his. And we're fucking each other. Can it get more delicious and twisted?"

"Oh, I think so," I said, and then put my hands on Jan's tight ass to get her moving. My big sister was a good fuck, I had to give her that. I couldn't keep my hands off her tits, so the position with her on top was perfect for me. I quickly learned that she was accustomed to being in charge. She came first, and it didn't take long, then I was right behind her. I was ready for another go with another position, maybe doggie style, but Jan stopped me.

"The after sex is as important as the sex, you know. Just snuggle me. Just love me. Besides, that was just to take the edge off. You're on a mission. Remember, Soldier?"

"Oh, I do, Jan. I've always wanted you and I've always loved you, even when I put that bubble gum in your hair."

We laid there for a bit, basking in our afterglow, and then Mom's bed stopped its noise and Jan got up and grabbed her clothes.

"See you in the morning. Gonna be a good day, I think," and then she was gone to her own room.it was another night of fitful sleep for me. Getting in Jan's tight pussy was a dream come true, but my real dream was Mom's. I had touched it! She let me touch it. Oh, sure, she didn't give me more than a little taste, but how many guys have gotten that far? When I studied it objectively, as I did in the wee hours when I'd wake up with a raging hard on, there were a lot of pluses on my tally board. Mom knew I wanted her. She let me touch her. She was a knowing, willing participant in what we were doing. As I told her in the kitchen, if I never got any farther than kissing her neck (and touching her pussy), I'd be a happy man. Of course, I wanted more and I was going for more, but time would tell.

In the meantime, there was Jan. No matter how far I got with Mom, there was Jan. She had enjoyed last night as much as I, and I knew there would be more. What a little mink my sister was. She was built like a gymnast with a tight, solid little body, and her face was that of an angel. I envisioned her beautiful face on my dick. I knew it would happen. With Jan, there was no pretense or games - we both knew what we wanted, we had it once, and we would have it again. As I thought about that, I rubbed my dick and then smelled Jan on my hand. Heavenly. I couldn't wait to bury my face in that.

The next morning, I followed the same pattern as before. I heard Jan in the bathroom so I knew she was up, but she stayed upstairs to give me some alone time with Mom in the kitchen after Dad left. I was determined not to screw things up as I had the previous morning, so I made some noise as I entered the kitchen. Mom was sitting at the table with a cup of coffee, and gave me a brilliant smile when I entered. She had a glow about her, a fresh-fucked glow. I walked over to the counter to get my own cup and, as I passed behind her to sit down, bent down and gave her a little kiss on the nape of her neck. She said nothing, but bent her head down and I gave her another.

"Morning, Mom. How did you sleep?"

"Great, Honey. How about you?"

"Oh, okay. Had a little trouble getting to sleep, but like a log after that." When I said that I glanced at her, and she had a little blush on her face. So she knew, or at least suspected, that I heard them going at it. What she didn't know, or even suspect, was that at the same time I was buried to the hilt in Jan's creamy pussy.

After a bit, Jan came in, got her coffee, and sat down. Jan was always a little grumpy in the morning, so we had all learned to walk lightly around her until she got in a better mood. Not this morning, though. Jan was beaming. She, too, had that fresh-fucked look about her. Mom looked at her quizzically, but didn't say anything. Did Mom recognize it on her?

"Did you kids go right to bed last night?"

Jan didn't miss a beat. "Oh, yeah, we were in bed right away."

I saw a cloud of wonder pass across Mom's face, but she didn't say a word. "What are your plans today? It's a beauty. You should get out and do something."

Jan looked outside. "I may try to get nine holes in if I can. Squirt, you want to go with me?"

Jan was a damned good golfer. She had been on the high school golf team, and won every tournament she entered at college. The golf coach had lobbied her hard to join the team, but Jan kept refusing. She said she enjoyed golf and if she got on a competitive team she feared it would take the fun out of it. Dad had encouraged her to go for it, probably looking at the possibilities of a scholarship that would take some of the bite out of having two kids in college at the same time, but Jan stuck to her guns.

I looked at her. "And get humiliated once again?"

"Oh, come on. I'll even let you use the ladies' tees if you want."

"That does it. No way. You go. Enjoy yourself. I'll go with you after you've broken an arm, or something."

Mom laughed. If she had wondered about what we had been up to last night, and except for her look at Jan I had no reason to believe she suspected, our normal sibling bickering must have put her mind at ease. "You kids behave," she said. "Don't make me stop this car."

We all laughed. Yep, we had heard that phrase more than a few times.

After breakfast, the normal quick bowl of cereal this time, Jan announced she was going to do just that - she would change clothes and head for the country club. The country club was Dad's one extravagance, and he loved it. He sold the idea to Mom, years ago, on the notion that Jan and I would enjoy it and it would be a family bonding thing, and I guess it had worked. We had all spent a lot of time there over the years. Jan and Dad with their golf, and Mom and I with tennis.

"Mom, you want to go with her and play a few sets? Feel lucky? Well, do you, punk? Feel lucky?" I did my best Clint imitation.

"Ha! Do you feel lucky? That's the question." Mom was pretty competitive on the tennis court and it had taken me a long time to be able to match her. Now, we were pretty evenly matched and our play was usually close.

"Sure. I'll go if you'll go."

"Okay, then," she said. "It's a date, but I'm not going to be easy on you."

"You can be as hard on me as I'm going to be on you." I said that without thinking, but realized how it sounded when Jan gave a whoop and laughed uproariously. I blushed. "No, I didn't mean it like that," I stammered.

"You can be as hard on me as you can," Mom laughed, and then said to Jan, "And you get your mind out of the gutter, young lady."

"Me? He started it. He's the one who said it."

"Shush," Mom replied. "You two don't get started. Meet down here in thirty?"

One of the reasons I had always enjoyed tennis with Mom was her tennis outfits. Maybe it's because I liked the game so much, but seeing an attractive woman in a tennis outfit was my weakness. Seeing Mom in her tennis outfits was my weakness on steroids. When she came down the stairs, I gave a low whistle. "Not fair. How am I supposed to concentrate on whomping you when you look so good in that?"

Laughing, she said, "You're getting stronger and I'm getting older. I have to work every advantage." I could tell she liked what I had said, and the thing is, it was true. She looked stunning. Her legs and butt were her strong points, and that outfit emphasized them both. Her face, an older version of Jan's, was set off perfectly with her hair tied back in a pony tail. As I told her last night, she was a MILF for sure.

At the club, we agreed that Jan would play nine holes, we would play a couple of sets until Jan was done, then we'd meet for lunch. As she left with her bag for the course, Jan turned back and said, "Good Luck, Junior. Just remember, swing easy and set up your approach shots." Mom laughed. She had no idea what Jan was really referring to, but I knew.

"I'll be your good little student, Jan. I won't go for the kill shot until I have her ready for it."

Mom and I volleyed a bit to loosen up, then spun the racket to see who would serve. Mom won, and I settled in to await her serve. I guess I had forgotten how Mom could rocket a serve. Even if I had remembered, the sight of her reaching up and arching her back, showing those legs and her pert breasts, took my concentration. At any rate, the ball zipped past me without my even moving my racket.

"You gonna play, or just stand there watching me?"

I shook my racket at her. "Given the choice, I'd rather watch you. But just try that again, young lady, and get your ketchup ready 'cause I'm going to make you eat it."

This time she tried to serve to my backhand and faulted. "Ha!," I laughed. "See what I told you? This is going to be easy."

With that, we settled in and got to business. We were, as I said, pretty evenly matched and that's how it went. First one, then the other, would lead. For the last game of the set we were tied at 40-all, and it was Mom's serve. I could see the concentration on her face. She tossed the ball, arched back, and sent a zinger that was just over the line.

"Out!," I shouted. "You only have one more, you know, but don't let the pressure get to you."

"Don't think you can try those mind games on me, Buster," she shouted back. "I know what you're up to."

"Do you? Do you really?," I said,

"Oh, yeah. I know what you want," she said as she arched back for the serve, and then she hit it with so much force she grunted. The ball bounced and came right at my feet. Momentarily distracted by what she had said, I had not gotten properly set. Trying to get moving, I tangled my feet together and fell right back on my ass.

Mom came running around the net. She was laughing her head off. "Not only do I win, but I knocked you on your butt! How's that for an old lady?"

I jumped up and we fell into each other's arms, laughing. I didn't think about what I was going to do, but it seemed natural. I pulled my head back and then kissed her on the lips. She stopped laughing, melted in my arms, and kissed me back. I held her tight against me and flicked my tongue across her lower lip, and she responded in kind. I couldn't believe it. I was standing there french kissing my Mother.

"Hey, you two," came a shout from the sidewalk leading to the courts. "Get a room."

We looked over, and there was Jan, beaming.

"Oh, Jan, I wish you could have seen it," Mom said. "I served it right to his feet and he fell right on his butt. It was perfect."

Jan didn't mention the kiss, and neither did we.

After loading our gear in the car, we linked arms and walked toward the clubhouse. I could not have been happier. I kissed Mom! We hadn't gotten into it deeply, and that was a good thing because what kind of scandal would have ensued over a Mother and her Son being caught making out on the tennis courts, so Jan had probably done us a favor. But she had kissed me back. My Mom, the perfect soccer Mom and teacher, had actually given her son a little tongue.

We chattered away like magpies at lunch. Jan had linked up with one of her old friends from high school, Carol, and her Mother, Elizabeth. Elizabeth had been considered good enough to consider turning pro at one time, and Jan reported that she had beaten Liz by three strokes. As I said, Jan was a good player so we were not surprised, but Liz had a reputation at the club of being a fierce competitor.

"Wow," I said. "You beat Elizabeth? That's pretty hot."

"Oh, yeah," Jan said, rather smugly. "She won't let it go at that, though. We're going to meet again tomorrow. You know she's going to bring her A-game."

"Yep," I said. "She was just toying with you. She'll eat you alive."

Jan laughed and said, "We'll see who eats who."

Jan and Mom then started talking and that allowed my mind to wander. Elizabeth Chandler was a beauty. She was tall, trim, with a mane of thick red hair. Her years of golfing had kept her in good shape. To put it simply, Liz had been the wet dream of many a teenaged boy, and probably many a middle-aged man, at the club. I thought she was even prettier than Carol, and Carol was a stone beauty. I couldn't help but imagine Jan and Liz going at each other. I dismissed the thought as fancy, though. Liz wasn't like that, I was pretty sure. She sure didn't mind flirting with the men at the club, but I had never seen anything that would make me suspect she went the other way, too.

That night at supper, Jan seemed a little out of it. OK, a lot out of it. She was like off in space, or something. Mom, Dad, and I were talking and joking, just like normal. Mom recounted, several times (ahem), my falling on my ass as she hit the winning serve. I noticed she didn't mention our kiss. I caught her looking at me several times, with a look I had not seen before. It wasn't lustful, but more a wistful, look that is hard to describe. I took it as a good sign. But Jan didn't participate. Dad wanted to know all about her golf match, especially how she approached the difficult 16th hole, but she wasn't into it. I teased her about feeling the pressure of meeting Liz the next day and getting her ass handed to her, but she wouldn't bite.

When we went into the family room after dinner, Jan excused herself and said she was going to read in bed for awhile. That put me in an awkward position. I wanted to sit next to Mom so we could play again under the throw, but with Jan not there my sitting so close to her would have looked suspicious. So, I sat at one end of the couch, and Mom sat at the other. I was dying. I kept looking over at her and she would look back, again with that wistful look.

After awhile I couldn't take anymore and I wondered what was up with Jan, so I stood up and stretched. "I think I'll call it an early night, too, since Mom kicked my ass this morning." Dad said goodnight and turned back to the television, and I stood in front of Mom. I wasn't totally hard but there was no doubt it was there and the way I was standing, It was right at Mom's eye level. That was all it took, and I was fully hard. Mom was like a bird before a snake. I could tell that she wanted to look, but she kept her eyes on mine as I told her goodnight. Finally she did it. Her eyes glanced down to my dick, then immediately back up to my eyes.

A slight smile danced across her lips. "Goodnight, Honey. See you in the morning," she said, then I leaned down and kissed her. I was leaning over, and she put her hand behind my head and pulled me in for a tighter kiss. There was no tongue, but since we rarely kissed on the lips, it meant volumes to me. My hard dick and I then turned away, and I went upstairs.

I paused about halfway up. "Mom?"

"Yes, dear?"

"I'd like a replay of today. I need another chance at you, you know. Everything, just like today, except next time I'll win."

She laughed and turned her head toward me. My dick was fully tented in my loose gym pants and there was no way she could miss it. "Okay, Buster, but you'd better be ready for it. Don't ask for something you can't handle."

"Oh, I can handle you, Mom. You just wait." Then I turned and went the rest of the way up the stairs.

I paused, waiting for Mom and Dad to get fully immersed in their show, then gently tapped on Jan's door. "Come on in," she said. She was sitting on her bed and her face was flushed red.

"Jan," I said. "Are you upset because you caught me kissing Mom? I thought you were on board with this."

"Oh, hell, no. I'm proud of you. You're going to get there, I just know it. I'm glad I interrupted you when I did, though, or you would have had your hand all over her ass, right there on the tennis court."

"Then what's the matter with you? What's wrong?"

She sighed. "Liz."

I scoffed. "Don't worry. You'll beat her by at least five strokes tomorrow. Besides, it's just a game. You can demand a rematch if you lose, you know. Stretch it out over the whole summer."

"It's not that. Not that at all," she said, softly.

"Then what?"

After a little hesitation, Jan looked me in the eyes. "I bent over to tee my ball and when I looked at her, I saw her eyes. They had the look, Kev. She had been checking my butt, and she had the look.

I was slow on the uptake. "What look?"

Jan patted the bed beside her and I sat down.

"THE look. Hot red-haired Liz wants to jump my bones. I'm sure of it."

I gasped. Holy-three-hundred-yard-drive! I gasped. "Liz? Carol's Mom?"

"Oh, yeah. Carol won't be there tomorrow, and it's going to be a big day, I'm thinking."

"But how do you know? What's THE look?"

Jan tried to explain the unexplainable. "It's hard to explain. Between women it's different than between men. When you want a woman, you look at her in a certain way and if she returns that look, you know you're in. But between women, it's more subtle because there's much more risk. As a man, if you give a sultry look to a woman and she doesn't want it, she just turns away. No harm, no foul. But a woman won't give that look to another woman unless she's almost certain it will be accepted. The last thing a woman like Liz wants is for word to get out that she's hitting on women. In our club? She's be ruined. It's a shame, but it's reality."

"Are you sure it was that look?"

"Of course I'm not a hundred percent certain, but remember, I've played this game before. She made eye contact with me and held it. She might have been trying to psych me out, I don't know. Maybe she has repressed desire, and has never acted on it. Maybe nothing comes of it. But it's definitely in the realm of possibility. I'll see tomorrow." Jan was as hot as a rocket, I could tell. She had on another tank top, and her nipples were like little stones.

"So what will you do?"

"Well, one of the advantages of being a woman is that we can say things. Like, you wouldn't tell another guy that his haircut looks very sexy on him, would you?"

I laughed. "Not bloody likely," I said with an exaggerated British accent.

"Well, that's too bad. As I said to you before, you need to open your mind. I've read that everyone is bisexual in varying degrees. I believe that women, given our nurturing nature, tend to be more likely to be bi. I know when I was struggling with it I tried to deny my desire for another girl. When I opened up to the possibility, it was mind-blowing."

"Yeah," I said, repeating an old joke, "It doubles your chance for a date on Saturday night."

"Oh, you have no idea. But back to what I was saying. A woman can compliment another woman, even in slightly sexual terms, and we think nothing of it - unless we're open to it, and that's the foot in the door. We can even say to another woman, 'You have beautiful breasts.' If she's open to it, that can be the start of something beautiful. If she's not open to it, she still takes the compliment the way she thinks it was intended."

"Oh, God, Jan. Is that what you're going to do? Holy Shit. Please. Oh, please. You're going to have to tell me all about this."

"I will, I promise. But what about Mom? You guys were going at it, weren't you?"

I grinned. "It just came in the moment. She beat me and was so happy about it that we hugged, and then kissed. It was hot. She even gave me a little tongue. Not a lot, just a tease, but Wow!" Then I told her about what had just happened when I told Mom goodnight.

Jan grinned back at me. "I think tomorrow may be a big day for both of us. Now get to bed. I need to be rested and ready."

The next morning, Jan was already dressed for golf when she came down. She had on her own tennis outfit and, damn, she looked good.

Mom looked at her. "You playing tennis or golf?"

"I want to get some sun on my legs and it's likely to be hot today, anyway. What do you think?" She twirled around.

I chimed in. "If you were playing with me, there would be a lot of wood action, I can tell you that."

That got a guffaw from both of them. "She's your sister, Kevin," Mom laughed.

"But still," I said, laughing myself. "A man can only take so much."

Jan ate quickly. "I'm supposed to meet Liz for a 10:00 AM tee time. After I beat her I'll probably make her buy me lunch, so don't look for me until suppertime. You kids going to be okay on your own?"

I was standing at the sink rinsing my bowl and Mom came over to link her arm in mine. "Oh, I think we kids will do fine. Who knows what we'll get up to?"

I choked a little bit and then laughed with her. "Oh, yeah. Who knows?"

I went outside with Jan to help load her golf bag in the car. "Good luck, Jan. I can't wait to hear about it."

She squeezed my arm. "Good luck to you. I can't wait to hear about it, too. I think Mom's giving you signals, young man. Go softly, but go with a purpose. You're not a little boy, remember. You're a man on a mission."

Jan drove off, waving merrily, and I turned to go in the house.