Chapter 1

Sara Mitchell hadn’t had a chance to visit her mother for almost a month. Today, she was hoping to surprise her mother by dropping by unannounced. Sara used her key and walked in. She checked the kitchen, which was her mother’s usual hang-out, but she wasn’t there. It didn’t take long to find her mother. Sara found her in the den with her legs open and masturbating. The fact that her mother masturbated would not have shocked or even surprised Sara. But masturbating while sitting in an upholstered chair and displaying herself to her little brother surprised and shocked her. Of course, her not-so-little brother, Tom, was jerking off while standing right in front of their mother.

When Margaret Mitchell spotted Sara standing with her mouth agape, she screamed, “Oh my God, Sara.” Margaret stood up and tried to leave the room to hide her embarrassment. Sara’s mother’s green sleeveless dress fell below her knees. Unfortunately, her panties were around her ankles, and she started to fall. Sara’s brother, Tom, steadied her, keeping his mother from taking a spill.

Sara stared at the two of them with their arms around each other while they stared at her in disbelief. Her mother clung to her son. Her white lace panties around her ankles as she tried to right herself. Tom’s wilting cock was still sticking out of his fly as he steadied his mother to keep her from falling. They looked so ridiculous Sara began to laugh.

Once they gained a bit of composure and Sara’s mother could stand on her own two feet, she casually kicked off her panties. Tom tucked his cock back in his jeans and zipped up. Margaret apologized, “I’m so sorry you saw that, Sara.” Then she fled up the stairs to her bedroom and shut the door.

Sara’s eighteen-year-old brother is a senior in high school. Sara is twenty-three and shares an apartment downtown with her boyfriend, Eddie Burns. That makes her widowed mother forty-five. Sara hoped she looked as good at forty-five as her mother did. Sara put her purse on the end table and confronted her brother, “What the hell is going on here?”

Tom sat on the couch, “Sit down, Sara, and let me try to explain.”

Sara sat on the couch with Tom to try to understand what had gotten into the two of them. “I’m listening, and this better be good.”

Tom hoped his sister would remain calm until he finished his explanation of his behavior with their mother, “After you left to take that job in the city and moved in with Eddie, Mom became lonely. She didn’t have her best friend around anymore. You know how close the two of you were before you left. The two of you were always doing things together, whispering and laughing. Well, Mom missed that and started to pay more attention to me. Asking me to go shopping with her and if she looked okay to go out. Mom wanted me to drive when she did her errands. Someone to talk to her, someone to ask her advice, someone she could tell about her day. You know, she just wanted someone to be a buddy with. She took more interest in what I did and who I was seeing. I didn’t mind. It was kind of nice. I don’t mean it to sound like she ignored me when you were home because she didn’t. She just seemed to have more time for me now.”

Sara was surprised to hear that her mother missed her that much. It wasn’t like she didn’t visit her when she could, “I didn’t realize Mom was lonely. She was always upbeat when I came over.”

“That’s because she was always so glad to see you. About two months ago, things got a little twisted after mom came home from work. We had dinner and Mom started cleaning up the kitchen, I went up to my room to finish my homework. Around eight o’clock, we sat down to relax. Instead of sitting in her recliner like she usually does. She sat close to me on the couch with her legs curled up and leaned her head on my shoulder. I thought she was tired, so I didn’t think anything of it. I put my arm around her, thinking it would be more comfortable for her. She cuddled up a little closer to me and had her head on my chest. We watched TV for a while. Then she turned her back to the TV and put both arms around me as she hugged and pressed herself against me. Before I knew what was happening, she had kissed me. She looked up at me, and her eyes were watery and sad. So I kissed her. She held me tight, and we kept kissing. I didn’t get it until she stuck her tongue in my mouth. It wasn’t intentional, but I got fresh with her and touched her breasts. She didn’t say a word or push me away. She sat up and unbuttoned her blouse. I watched her reach around her back and undo her bra. Then she put her arms back around me and started kissing me again. She let me feel her up as we kissed.