Chapter 1

Life can get interesting. You can end up in situations that you would never imagine possible. A situation like Claire Bernardy being on her knees sucking her son’s girlfriend’s father’s cock while he sits on her living room couch. Now that in itself is strange enough. Doing it while her son, his wife, and his daughter watch is a whole other story.

It all started two months ago when Claire came home and her twenty-year-old son Michel was screwing his nineteen-year-old girlfriend, Penny Collins in her bedroom. Claire had to work late that night and was tired and not in the best of moods from an incredibly taxing day.

Claire confronted the two interlopers, “Michael John Bernardy, for god’s sake, screw your girlfriend in your own bed! Look at the god damn mess you made. Now I am going to have to change the sheets before I can get some sleep.”

“Geez Mom, don’t have a coronary.” Claire’s son Michael replied as he rolled off of his girlfriend.

Claire stabbed her finger at Michael, “And get some damn pants on ... the both of you!”

Claire left the room and went back down the stairs to the living room and sat in her favorite upholstered chair and put her handbag and laptop computer bag down on the floor next to her, kicked off her shoes and fumed.

Claire was angry, to say the least. She did not have a problem with Michael bringing his girlfriend home to hang out or for sex. But she felt he could at least keep the sex in his room and not all over the damn house. This was not the first time she had walked in on them. She walked in on them screwing on the living room couch more than once. One time he had Penny sitting on the kitchen counter as he licked her pussy. Then there was the time Penny was sucking Michael’s dick on the backyard patio in broad daylight. Thank god for the high fence.

Claire must have fallen asleep because she heard someone calling her name from what seemed far away and felt a hand on her arm shaking her.

“Claire, Claire, Ms. Bernardy. We changed the sheets and made the bed.”

Claire mumbled an answer, “Thank you, Penny.”

Just before Claire started to doze off again she heard Michael say, “She’s dead to the world. They must have run her ragged at work again.”

Claire felt an arm around her back and one under her legs. As she felt herself being lifted up she put her arms around Michael’s neck and put her head on his shoulder. This would not be the first time Michael put his mother to bed after she fell asleep in the chair. He has been doing it ever since he was strong enough to carry her. When overtired, Claire’s tendency is to stay wherever she falls asleep, whether it is in her chair or on the couch. Once, she slept all night with her head on the kitchen table with the light on.

Michael laid his mother on the bed and Claire felt hands pulling at her clothes. She just let it happen as she always did when Michael put her to bed. In a few minutes, she was stripped down to her bra and panties. Claire’s bra was unhooked and removed and an oversized t-shirt that she liked to sleep in was slipped over her head and arms.

Claire curled up on the cool sheets as Michael pulled up the blankets to cover her and gave her a kiss and said, “Goodnight, Mom.”

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