Chapter 17: Angie Does a Reveal

I was feeling well loved. Dirk and Bree took care of my nights. Frank had my noontimes, and on the weekends Steph, Joe, Frank, and maybe Rene came to our house to hangout and fuck. Maybe I should say ‘make love’ because we were all developing warm and fuzzy feelings for each other.

Russ and Jo flew back for a long weekend in the middle of February. Now, that really created a fun weekend. I’d stocked up on food and drink, and we never left the house or our state of undress. We also made more nude snow angels, a new experience for Jo who had rarely seen snow in her lifetime. Her ‘snow angel’ screams could probably be heard back on the west coast.

By early March, the weather had moderated and most of the snow had melted. It rained a lot. I’d made a trip to the west coast and had joined Russ and Jo at another swinger’s party where I added seven new notches on my bedpost.

The following week my mom called as usual. She wanted to come down to Boston from Portland for a couple of days to shop and visit a couple of museums. We arranged for her to come on Thursday afternoon and stay through for a few days, probably leaving Sunday. I had one class on Friday to teach, but that might workout since I’d drive the two of us into the city without my mother having to worry about parking her car.

In setting up the arrangements with mom, I completely forgot a few things. She knew about Dirk and Bree from our visit to my parent’s home a couple of months earlier, and then later with Russ and Bree. We’d come pretty clean about the transcontinental swap, and the addition of Bree to our family.

My parents reaction to our swap and threesome had been raised eyebrows but not much else. In an aside, my mother had stressed how communication and openness were vital in what we were doing. She also hinted that she had some intimate knowledge of the subject.

What I forgot about was Frank and our now routine lunchtime fuck in his apartment near campus. A confluence of malevolent universal forces resulted in my mother stopping by for lunch with me, and Frank arriving at my office simultaneously. Frank looked eager, as he always did, for our tryst.

I awkwardly introduced them to each other just inside my office door. Frank about dropped his eyeteeth upon learning that Angie was my mother. For one, my mother is a knockout, a harbinger of what I hope to look like in another twenty years. I had done introductions, but neglected to mention the relationship beforehand. I got flustered at the potential embarrassment.

Truth be told, I reacted as though I was sixteen and had just gotten caught having sex with a boyfriend in the family living room. After changing colors in an obvious blush that no doubt gave the game away, Frank bowed to my mother. He looked to me for guidance, and my brain had turned to mush.

My mother read the situation all too clearly. She spoke, “Errr, if the two of you have something you have to do, please go ahead. I was between museums and just thought I’d come by to see if my daughter was free for lunch.”

My mother looked between the two of us. She grinned, “Were you two about to ... errr, have lunch together?”

I leapt at the lifeline Mom had thrown me, “Errr, yes, but Frank if you don’t mind can we postpone until next week. Are you free Monday?”

Frank had also recovered by that time, “Yes, I can do Monday. Okay.”