Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Incest, Son, Brother, Sister, Size, School, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - 18 yo Billy, stunned at the news that his Dad is remarrying, promises his mom he'll break up the marriage. Instead, he finds himself entangled in a sexual triangle that threatens to engulf him.
1 — Dad March 15th 2006
"I'm getting married again son," Dad said nervously, and then after a questioning glance into my eyes looked quickly away.
"WHAT?" I screeched, stunned at his words. Shit, I told myself, I should have known it was coming; he'd been dating that bitch Katrina for six months. And then today when he called me into his den and said he'd like to discuss something serious with me I should have guessed.
But I'd thought we were going to have a heart-to-heart about school... or maybe the summer job at his company... or even maybe a little discussion of my activities with my current girlfriend.
"But what about Mom?" I demanded.
"We're divorced son. Your Mom and I have to move on."
"Move on to fucking where? Christ dad, you're sixty-two. She's a girl," I accused.
"Billy, she's a university graduate. Twenty-three," Dad said softly, knowing how much his words had hurt me.
It had never really occurred to me that dad would remarry, especially to someone like Katrina. But given his history I shouldn't have been surprised. He'd always preferred young girls. He'd married for the first time at eighteen, a college freshman who knocked up his girlfriend in his second month on campus. Then married her, and over the next five years had somehow graduated with a degree in business and had three daughters while starting a company that supported them all.
At forty, with his youngest child, my half sister, seventeen, he'd simply walked out. Two years later he married mom, a sixteen year old high school junior. Neither mom nor dad had ever fully explained how they'd met and fallen in love but apparently they had.
My sister Chrissie was born a year later... then I, William Koury jr., Bill or Billy to everyone, his first son, came along another year later in November 1987. He'd stuck around until I was sixteen and then he left us. Actually he'd been a pretty good dad while he was there. But in leaving he'd broken my mom's heart. And this latest news wasn't going to help her any in getting it all back together.
For the last two years I'd been spending my time between two houses just over a mile apart, a week with mom followed by a week with dad. It had been a weird experience but for a horny teenager it had certain advantages. Like they both spoiled me. I had lots of spending money. Dad gave me a motorcycle and I had access to two cars.
And half of my friend's parents were divorced. Still, it had hurt. It still did. My sister had absolutely refused to live with dad, instead, for the first year she had simply visited him every second weekend or so. Now, a freshman at the University of Florida, she didn't even have to do that. It wasn't so much that she hated him, it was just that she wasn't prepared to do anything that would hurt mom anymore than she'd already been hurt.
Dad informed me the wedding was set for the first weekend in May. "That way Chrissie will be home from school," he said explaining his choice.
"That's only six weeks from now dad," I complained while thinking what the fuck does he care when his daughter finishes school, the chances of her coming were slim and none.
"She's leaving for Europe right after... it was the only weekend that fit," he said, then added, "I'm hoping you'll get her to come son. I know, I know," he said seeing my grimace, "but I'd sure appreciate it."
"I'll try dad," I promised, caught between my love for him and my love for my mom and sis.
2 - Katrina March 16th 2006
She knocked on my door the next morning ten minutes after dad had left for work.
"I know you're angry... maybe hate me," she started after venturing a few feet into the room.
"You got that right," I interrupted. "Breaking up marriages... fucking old men for their money," I accused my soon to be new step-mother.
"Liar. I never even knew your father until he'd left your mom."
"Christ, you're twenty-three. Can't you find somebody to pick on your own age?" Except the truth was that Katrina Molotov was about the hottest babe you could hope to find. And smart. She could have had anyone she wanted. And for some reason she'd chosen sixty-two year old dad. I'd had a hard-on for her since the day dad had brought her home and introduced her to me three months ago.
I'd even lain in bed stroking myself as she and dad went at it on the other side of the house. She was a screamer and even the supposed sound proof construction of dad's new house couldn't muffle Katrina's groans of pleasure as she writhed under his big prick. I'd even watched them once. Had watched them late one night, had stood in the darkened hallway outside their room, naked, my throbbing prick in hand, as dad had pounded deep inside of her.
I'd had to fight myself to stop from rushing into the room and pushing my old man off her and replacing him. My hard cock had finally spurted great gobs of cum against the wall even as Katrina's orgasmic screams echoed around me. I knew I still wanted to fuck her even after dad's marriage announcement.
"I want us to be friends. I'll be your second mom from now on," she answered.
"Second mom?" I asked, flabbergasted by her chutzpah. Then as a bright red blush spread over her pale skin I demanded, "What about my first fucking mom."
"Their marriage is finished Billy... your mom is young... rich... she'll find someone new."
"What, she'll go out and find a twenty year old boy toy and live happily ever after?"
"I'm an adult... a trained psychologist, a therapist."
"Great! Maybe you can give mom and Chrissie and I some free therapy. When you're not fucking dad."
"If you're going to be such an asshole yes, maybe you do need therapy," she spat back, finished trying to sweet talk me.
"I'm the asshole?" I wailed.
"You could come to the office... we could talk your problems out."
"My problem is you!"
"Well you better get used to me buddy," she hissed, then turned on her heels and stomped out of the room.
3 - Mom March 18th 2006
It was I who broke the news to mom and sis two days later. Dad said he'd do it but had wondered aloud to me if it wouldn't be better coming from me. That was after asking me to be his best man. "You're a chickenshit dad," I'd accused but finally agreed to his request.
My sister Chrissie was home from Gainesville for spring break but even she was surprised when mom's only reaction to my news was, "I'd like to strangle that prick."
"She's just a little, fortune seeking slut mommy," Chrissie said as she rushed to hug mom.
My mom, born Sophia Rosa Fratelli to second generation Italian Americans, was only thirty-six that spring, impossibly beautiful for a woman who had children aged nineteen and eighteen. Her thick, curly, auburn hair tumbled over her shoulders in a fiery cascade that simply led ones eyes downward to the full, round, still high and firm breasts that screamed to be cupped and caressed.
And then the ridiculously small waist, easily circled by my two hands, and then the flaring outward of hips and rear... Mom was hot, something that my buddies almost inevitably pointed out to me after seeing her. Even my girlfriends refused to believe she was my mother.
And, in the twenty some months since dad had left her, mom hadn't had sex. Or at least I didn't think she had. She'd never dated, and unless she was having secret daytime trysts she was living cock free. And over the previous six months, with the two of us living together and Chrissie gone, I'd slowly come to the realization that I wanted to make love with her. My own mom!
"Are you guys okay?" I asked from the doorway of mom's bedroom a couple of hours after I'd broken dad's news. Mom and sis had retired there to commiserate together over my sad tidings. They'd taken a bottle of rum with them.
"You're all bastards," Chrissie slurred at me as I approached the bed. "Bloody men!"
I had come to try and comfort mom but still, I couldn't help notice what they were wearing. Mom was in a gossamer thin, light blue, v-necked satin slip, her large areolas easily seen through the material. Chrissie, was in a yellow tank top that only reached mid thigh and struggled to contain her breasts, full, round orbs that were spilling out the sides of it. Neither seemed to be wearing panties. Pissed off and half soused they were unaware of the effect they produced in me.
I crawled up the bed and then, after sitting between the two, put my arms around them and pulled them against me. "I love you two," I said as I gave each of them a squeeze.
"Yeah sure," Chrissie groused.
"Is she beautiful?" mom asked, her watching eyes dark pools of despair.
"Compared to you?" I laughed. "Ma, either dad's going senile or blind in his old age. You two are the prettiest girls in the whole world."
"I'm old," mom lamented.
"She's a blond... a foreigner," Chrissie added.
"Hah! If I wasn't your son... or your brother, I'd..." I added, leering suggestively at the two women as I squeezed them.
"You'd what?" my sister challenged, an invitation in her eyes even as she pushed her thinly covered breast into my chest. Her nipple was hard as it poked against me.
I blushed and said nothing, simply hugged them a little tighter in my arms. I knew that even in their inebriated condition they both could see how excited I was by the way my penis tented upward in my pajama bottoms. Neither said anything. We finally fell asleep together, innocently entwined. I dreamt of making love to the two of them.
4 — Chrissie May 3rd 2006
The following six weeks seemed to fly by and suddenly we were three days before the wedding. Chrissie had just finished her last exam and was home from school. She was still refusing to attend the wedding.
"I'm staying home with mom," she declared adamantly when I begged her to come.
"I won't go then," I answered, "not without you."
"You have to go... you're the best man," mom insisted. "And you too sweetie," she said to her daughter.
"I hate him," Chrissie spat back.
"He's your father, he loves you."
"I have nothing to wear... its too late to get something... I don't have a date," she stalled.
"You'll be my date. And we'll go buy you a dress tomorrow. Dad told me you had carte blanche to buy whatever you want. At whatever cost."
"He did?" Chrissie asked, her female shopping gene suddenly activated.
"That's settled then," mom announced.
"No buts," I said grinning.
"Why don't you have a date anyway Billy... what about all these girlfriends mom keeps telling me about in her letters?" Chrissie asked me.
I just shrugged as I walked away.
We spent $4200 outfitting Chrissie for the wedding. And I made points with everyone. First, I called Dad to get his credit card info. He was delighted I'd talked my sister into attending. "I owe you son," he'd promised.
I called Katrina for advice on what kind of dress Chrissie should get and where. The two of us had declared a ceasefire over the preceding weeks and although not friends yet we were slowly developing a working relationship. After spending twenty minutes giving me advice she ended the conversation with a simple, "Thanks Billy... for calling me... for trusting me."
Katrina had given me the name of three trendy boutiques on South Beach, expensive shops that catered to the fashion crowd, and my knowledge of them and my advice to my sister truly surprised and impressed her.
"Where'd you learn about women's fashion," she demanded as we entered the first store.
It took an hour and a second store and the seventh dress Chrissie tried on before we found the perfect dress but I'd made no complaint. Helping her get into and out of the dresses had been more than entertaining for her horny young brother.
Chris, at five-eight, was a couple of inches taller than her mom, and although maybe not quite as full chested as her, her round, full orbs certainly reflected her genetic inheritance.
"That bra doesn't go with the dress," I said as I walked around her.
"I know, I'll have to wear a strapless demi bra or something."
"Better completely braless," I said over her shoulder as we both looked and inspected the dress and her in the large wall mirror.
"No buts," I said forcefully as my hands went to the clasp of her bra that was invitingly available with the near backless gown.
"Billy!" Chrissie protested as I slipped the dresses straps from her shoulders and let it fall around her waist. But then she watched transfixed in the mirror as I completely removed her bra and bared her pink capped tits. She said nothing as I stared at her in the mirror, didn't move as her nipples hardened. Finally I slowly raised the dress up and recovered her.
"See, its much better this way," I said.
"People will see my breasts... at the wedding," she said as she adjusted the bodice of the dress.
"You'll be prettier than Katrina," I whispered.
"You have nicer..." I said as I ran my eyes appreciatively up and down her body.
"These for one," I said grinning as I cupped her still pointed orbs in my palms. They fit perfectly.
"BILLY!" she screeched as she pulled away from me but as she turned to look at me I couldn't help but notice the saucy invitation in her eyes.
After changing and paying for the dress, as we headed out the door, I suggested, "Now we better go buy some matching panties, I understand there's a great lingerie store on the next block."
"I have lots of panties."
"Daddy's paying," I lured.
"Ohhh. Well maybe I could use something new. But you don't have to come... I can take a cab home."
"Hah!" I croaked. The two of us spent an hour inspecting the latest in women's underwear before we finally finished and went home. I got to see her magnificent breasts again. And again. In fact she seemed to delight in trying on bra after bra in front of her younger brother. Her nips were pointedly erect the whole time.
The wedding turned out to be a great success. Even Chrissie had a great time. Every man at the reception made it clear to her that they found her very attractive. She danced every dance. Even a couple with daddy while his new bride danced with me.
"Your sister's upstaging me at my wedding," Katrina whispered into my ear as we danced.
"You don't have to worry Mrs. Koury," I answered back.
"But she's beautiful," she insisted as we both turned to look at sis and dad dancing. "And she's been showing a lot of cleavage."
Laughing I answered, "You've got your man, you don't need a sexy dress."
"Are you fishing for a compliment?" I asked as I pulled her closer.
"Maybe," she answered even as she smiled sweetly at a passing couple.
"You're the prettiest bride I've ever seen, and you do have nice breasts," I said grinning.
"You're not so bad either... thanks Billy... for everything. Your dad was so happy to have you standing next to him today... that you got Chrissie to come. You've even been nice to me... I was worried that maybe you'd do something, say something," she said as for just a second she pressed her mound against me. She could feel my urgent hardness. "You're going to make some girl very happy some day," she said as the song ended.
I think now, looking back, that it was at that exact second that my plan to seduce Katrina was born.
"C'mon, it's the last dance," Chrissie said as she rushed up to me just after midnight.
"Finally! The beautiful princess has ignored her brother all night and now she decides to talk to him," I mock complained as she led me onto the floor. "She must need a ride home."
"Shut up and dance Billy," she ordered as she slipped into my arms.
And we did. Cheek to cheek. Belly to belly. I didn't talk. The hardness that was soon trapped between our bodies said everything about what I felt, what I wanted. She rubbed her body languorously against mine.
"I love you little brother," Chris whispered as we sat in the car in the driveway when we finally got home.
"I love you too. You were the prettiest girl there," I said as I put an arm around her shoulder.
"Not as pretty as Katrina," she argued.
"Hah! You're so pretty I almost asked the minister to marry us," I teased.
"I had fun... even though dad was marrying... you're a good dancer," she stammered, her lips just inches from mine, seconds from joining mine in that first taboo kiss.
"Ohhh Chrissssie," I murmured just as the front door opened and mom appeared in the light.
The three of us quickly ended up in mom's bedroom and after giving her the highlights of the night mom started to barrage us with questions. "If we're going to talk all night we better get some drinks," Chrissie insisted, then ordered me to find some.
After doffing my tux and shirt, I returned to the bedroom with bottle and three glasses in hand, bare-chested and wearing only some cotton pajama bottoms.
With the drinking we'd done at the wedding combined with what we quickly consumed in mom's bed the three of us were soon feeling no pain. Chrissie, perhaps because of all the dancing she'd done earlier, passed out first. Mom, who turned maudlin and teary soon after, was quick to follow.
I took off my pajama bottoms. Then, as I lay wedged in between the two of them, my hard cock pushing insistently against mom's bum, a bum I'd carefully bared, I made my second decision of the night. I suddenly knew I didn't want just Katrina, I also wanted mom. And then Chrissie, I thought as I fell asleep.
The two were gone from the bed when I finally awoke. I wondered what they had thought when they found me sleeping naked next to them. Wondered how long they'd stared at my prick.
I drove my sister to the airport later that day. We didn't have the opportunity to say the words we wanted to. But at the gate she turned and slipped into my arms and swallowed my mouth. "I'll be back September 2nd — we have to talk," she said when we finally broke apart, "and make sure you e-mail me... like every day," she ended, then turned and slipped through the gate.
Three women, I thought to myself as I drove home, three women and I want them all.
5 - Katrina May 26th 2006
"Vanessa's coming to dinner," I announced to Katrina after getting home from school on a Friday afternoon in late May. It had been my first week staying with dad and Katrina since they'd returned from Hawaii and their honeymoon.
"Well we have lots to eat... your father's working again," she said, the exasperation clear in her voice.
"I know, he text messaged me at school. Urgent meeting with an irate customer," I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Urgent my... my fanny. He's taking a couple of his cronies fishing for the weekend. Who's Vanessa anyway, I don't remember meeting anyone called that."
"Just a friend... we're going to go clubbing afterward."
"C'mon, don't get mad at me... mommmmmy... you should be happy your boy has a date for the night," I teased.
"Fuck you junior," she snapped back but I could see the small grin that was forming at the corners of her mouth. Just as I oscillated between anger at her and lust for her, I knew she was beginning to regard me with a strange duality. I'd wondered if she ever dreamed of me like I dreamed of her.
Vanessa arrived just after seven thirty, suitably prepped by yours truly. A bottle blond, this twenty-one year old green eyed, golden tanned sweetie was sex personified. I'd met her where she worked, Miami's number one strip club.
"So nice to meet you Mrs. Koury, Vanessa crooned when I introduced the two girls. "Billy's told me so much about you." Then turning to me she added, "You're so right honey, I'd never have guessed your mom had two teenager children. She doesn't look a day over thirty." Then turning back to Katrina asked, "How do you keep looking so young maam?"
I thought my Katrina-mom was about to explode so quickly said, "No Van, this is my step mom... not my real mom. Katrina's only twenty-three."
"Ohhhh! But how old is your husband then maam?"
It actually got better after that. It was hard for anyone to dislike Vanessa; although she was somewhat dizzy (and knew it), she was so friendly and upbeat that it was impossible not to catch her happiness. After a great dinner and a bottle of wine, Vanessa and Kat (as she called her) were giggling like schoolgirls.
"We're going to grab a quick shower, get changed before we go," I told Katrina when we finally got up from the table at ten fifteen.
"Why don't you come with us Kat?" Vanessa asked.
"Yes, why don't you mommy? Do you have something you could lend mom Vanessa? Some clothes that would let mommy fit in with us youngsters?"
"Billlllly," Katrina hissed.
"He likes to tease, don't you sweetie?" Vanessa asked but then added, "Seriously Katrina, why don't you come? It'll be fun?"
Prodded by my clothing quip Katrina appeared twenty minutes later dressed for bear. She was braless under a semi see-through, crimson, silk top that seemed to have a life of its own as her high, pointed cones danced delightfully under it.
"Your mommy seems to have some clothes of her own Billy," Vanessa said as I stared.
The club was loud and crowded. We danced and talked and laughed and drank... just three young party kids out for a night on the town. I'd never seen Katrina so alive and happy... it was Van and I who finally had to drag her from the club.
"It's still early," she complained as I drove the two girls home. "I never used to leave clubs this early. C'mon, let's go to that after hours place."
"Vanessa and I are tired... we have to get to bed," I answered.
"Is Vanessa staying over?"
"Yes Kat, if that's okay with you," my sexy stripper answered, then turned to me and added, "And you better not be that tired Billy Koury."
"Why not?" the slightly high and befuddled Kat asked as we pulled into the driveway of Dad's house. Then simply said, "Ohhh," when she saw Van's hand move onto my thigh and groin.
"Night Kat," Vanessa said a minute later after the three of us had entered the house as she and I started to move towards my bedroom.
"It was fun... thanks Vanessa... thanks Billy," Katrina said.
"I think she'd have liked to join us," Vanessa said as I pushed my penis deep inside her.
"Join us where?" I groaned as Vanessa's heels locked behind my back.
"Right here baby," she laughed as she snaked one of her hands down between our bellies.
"She's too old for you... she's a stripper for God's sake... your daddy'll kill you," were some of my step moms first words when I appeared alone and disheveled in the kitchen around noon the next day.
"She liked you," I answered. "Maybe you can put in a good word for her with him."
"I'm sorry Billy, I shouldn't have said that... I had fun last night," she mumbled.
6 - Mom - June 3rd 2006
"You did what?"
"Vanessa and I, we took Katrina out clubbing with us," I told mom for a second time as we sat eating dinner on my first night back at her house. Then I continued to tell her the complete account of our evening.
"Vanessa's too old for you... you shouldn't be dating a stripper," mom chastened when I'd finished. "I'm going to talk to your dad, and that woman should never have gone along with it... encouraged it. Why'd you take her anyway?"
"I have a plan," I whispered with an evil grin.
And so I told her.
"Oh god, you shouldn't... Billy, it's so wrong," mom said when I'd finished but she hadn't been able to hide her excitement, her interest, her real desire as I'd poured out my plan. "He's your father."
I'd explained to mom that I was going to cuckold dad, that I was going to seduce his young bride. Mom tried to talk me out of it but I could see she was attracted to the idea of her own son messing up her ex's new marriage.
"And you know what mom, when I'm finished with Katrina, then I'm going to get to work on plan two."
"Plan two?" mom asked dubiously.
"You probably don't want to know," I answered.
"Tell me!" she ordered.
"Plan two is that I'm going to find a man for you," I announced proudly.
"I don't need," she started.
"Have you had a date since dad left?" I interrupted.
Mom blushed as she shook her head. "I can't... I loved your father... so much. I don't think I can do it."
"You need somebody young. Maybe one of my classmates," I said with a grin, trying to lighten the mood.
"Billy!" mom said in a shocked tone.
"They all think you're way hot," I teased.
"They do not," she said firmly but then asked, "Which ones?"
"Charlie, Sam, Kenny, Brian," I answered, ticking off their names on my fingers. "Darryl, Bobby, Craig," I added, naming all my buddies who were regular visitors in the Koury house.
"You're terrible," she accused, but with a smile.
"So do we have a deal? I teach dad a lesson and then we find a handsome man for you."
"I don't want you to... to sleep with that woman... to hurt daddy," she insisted but it was obvious she found the idea riveting.
"I'll put my baby inside her," I promised my mom.
7 - Katrina June 10th 2006
"Can I talk to you?" I asked Katrina one afternoon a week later after I'd got home from school.
"Professionally... you know privately," I lured, knowing that the chance to get a little more information about her stepson would prove irresistible.
"You mean like therapy?"
"Not officially... I just want to talk... you know, private stuff... not for anyone else's ears."
"I'd never tell... let's go into the den."
"Not even dad," I insisted, my eyes boring deeply into hers. "It's embarrassing."
"I'm a professional," she promised as she led me by the hand to a couch and bade me lie down. She pulled up a chair and sat next to me.
"It's about mom," I hesitantly started, "things that have happened... feelings... I'm scared. You can't repeat this, not even to dad... especially not him."
"Yes," she encouraged, her eyes now alight with curiosity.
"Is it normal... I mean, I wonder... in your studies... have you ever heard... do you think..." I stammered.
"What Billy?" she asked softly.
"Sometimes... I have feelings... for mom," I finally gasped.
"Sexual?" she asked and then seeing my tentative nod went on, "Oh Billy, it's one hundred percent normal."
"It is?" I asked, trying to look surprised.
"When a teenage boy, especially one your age, loses his dad, whether through divorce or death, he immediately wants to replace his dad. He wants to protect his mom, support her, even love her. It shows up in case study after case study."
"But I want to..."
"You want sleep with her," she finished.
"Yes, how'd you know," I whispered.
"If you didn't you wouldn't be normal. But have you actually done anything? Or said anything to your mom?"
"No, no, but I think about it. A lot. I dream of her... of putting my..." I said blushing.
"Your penis?" she supplied.
"Un huh. I masturbate... thinking of mom. Even when I'm sleeping with one of my girlfriends, even Vanessa, sometimes I'm thinking about mom, what it would feel like... my cock inside her... filling her. I'm going crazy."
"Does your mom know?"
"No, I don't think so anyway. But once in a while I look up and she's watching me... and sometimes I think maybe she's thinking of me that way... I don't know... its weird... I'm confused Katrina."
"Tell me about it," she encouraged in a gentle voice.
And I did. It was quite easy actually; I simply told her a lot of the things I'd really felt, or done, or dreamed of. "I've gone through her underwear... touched it... smelled it... touched myself with it... "I spied on her... when she was changing... "She has beautiful round breasts... bigger, fuller than yours... "I let her see me naked once... in the morning... my cock... "When I hugged her I got a hard-on, she must have felt it...
Katrina was fascinated, continually interrupting my litany with questions that demanded more and more intimate information.
"We better stop now," she finally announced. "We can continue next week."
"Thanks Katrina... you've made me feel better already. I was going crazy," I said as I stood to go. "What should I do in the meantime?"
"Well, you seem to be okay... the other night," she started.
"What other night?"
"You know... when you were with Vanessa... I mean it sounded like you were still able to perform," she stammered.
"What do you mean? You didn't watch or something did you?"
"Certainly not! But I must say that Vanessa certainly makes her sexual satisfaction known quite vocally."
"I know... she's like you," I said raising my eyes.
"Are your daddy and I too loud?" Katrina asked blushing.
"Very educational mom," I said as Kat continued to redden.
"I've also got another idea," she said after seconds of silence. "I think we're going to have to find your mom a boyfriend. It's not good for her to be always alone. And then maybe you won't think you have to... you know... be her man."
"Thanks Katrina... it's nice to be able to talk about this with someone... I thought I was sick... a pervert or something."
"Not a chance," she said as she tousled my hair playfully.
I turned back towards her just before I reached the door. "Katrina?"
"Yes?" she asked, smiling as she looked up.
"There's something else. I don't know if this is normal too. It's weird, sometimes I dream of my other mom."
"Your other mom? Who... Ohhh," she said as a blush returned to her cheeks. Finally recovering she said, "Then maybe we'll have to discuss that too next week."
8 - Mom June 20th 2006
"You told Katrina you were attracted to me? Sexually?" Mom asked, almost choking on the forkful of food she'd just put into her mouth.
"Yup," I said proudly. "I've made it a big challenge for her. To help me overcome these feelings. We talked about all sorts of things... she asked all about my sex life. What I like. Who I've had sex with. She asked about you too."
"She did? What did you tell her?"
"She agreed with my plan B. She said it's very important for a divorced woman to get back in the saddle so to speak."
"You're terrible," she accused. "And what does she know about me? She'll just tell your father... about me."
"I don't think so ma," I said proudly, "I also told her I'm attracted to her. That I have dreams of both of you naked in my bed. It's all part of my plan."
"You and your plans. What'd she say to that anyway?"
"We're going to discuss that in our next session." I said. Mom was looking at me dubiously when I grabbed the package I'd brought to the dinner table with me and offered it to her.
"What is it?"
"Katrina thought it was a very good idea. That it's very important that you regain confidence, that you realize you're still a beautiful, sexy woman. That you wear sexy clothes... she chose it," I lied.
"Billy," she warned, then pulled the skimpy, white bikini from the bag.
"Some of my buddies, Charlie, Darryl, Kenny... I invited them over for a swim and barbeque... tomorrow. We thought, Katrina and I... that if you saw how the boys reacted... well, you know."
"Are you crazy? I won't wear it," mom insisted as she held the little bra up in the air in front of herself. "I don't need a bunch of horny teenagers ogling me to..."
"Ma, I know that! It's just that I have to have info... you know, some stories for my next session with Katrina. C'mon, please."
Okay, okay," I said, pretending to agree.
"Hi," I said as I entered the kitchen the next morning around eleven wearing just a pair of white boxers while I dried my hair.
"You're finally up," she complained but then offered, "Bacon and eggs?"
"Please ma," I said as I sat.
"Where were you last night honey? Not out with that Vanessa girl again I hope?"
"She's a nice girl ma."
"She's a stripper."
"She's an expert on men. I thought she might be able to give me advice on how to attract Katrina, and maybe help me find a man for you."
"William!" she threatened.
"So, did you try it on after I left?" I countered.
"What?" she asked but her quickly reddening cheeks told me she knew I was referring to the bikini and also it told me that she had tried it on.
"C'mon, mom, admit it," I teased.
"Are the boys coming over this afternoon?" mom asked as I ate the breakfast she'd fixed me.
"No, I called them last night and told them it was off for today. That I had to help you do some stuff around the house."
"You didn't have to do that."
"Kenny said I was lucky, told me if you had any jobs for him he'd be happy to help you. Anytime."
"I never liked that boy... and don't you try to be smart," mom warned.
"Maybe just you and I can hang out by the pool this aft," I suggested.
"It is a nice day," mom conceded.
"And you could try your new suit... privately," I said with a leer.