Kate got off work pretty much on time, at 9.10pm and arrived home at 9.35pm. The house was in darkness and she didn’t know how to interpret that. Either Madeleine had gone home and Jake was so shagged out that he’d gone to bed early, or maybe they were still at it but doing it in the dark. She looked at the cars parked in the street, but that didn’t help because she hadn’t thought to ask Madeleine which car was hers.
She let herself in the front door, turned on a light, and listened — nothing. She walked across the lounge room and down the corridor, past her room, and as she passed the bathroom she noticed a soft light coming from Jake’s room, not the room light, but maybe his bed light. When she got to his door, it was a little more than half closed, so she knocked — no response. She leaned in a little and looked. She could see Jake’s head on the pillow and it looked as if he was blissfully asleep, so she went in quietly. It wasn’t until she was near the bed that she noticed a second body in bed next to him, Madeleine. She was asleep too, snuggled into Jake’s back with her arm around him. She smiled and was about to leave the room when she noticed the pile of clothes on Jake’s desk, and a chair near the bed. On an impulse she turned the chair to face the bed, and sat down, both actions made slight noises but they didn’t seem to disturb the sleeping couple.
She sat there and smiled wistfully as she looked down on the contented faces of her son and his new fuck buddy friend, and was so glad it had obviously gone well this evening. She had been dying to get home and find out how it went. She had found it difficult to concentrate at work, wondering what they might be doing at home at any given time. She put her bag on the bedside table and accidentally knocked a book, which fell to the floor.
Jake opened his eyes and said, “Mum!… what time is it?”
“About quarter to ten. Sorry — didn’t mean to wake you up. Just got home and was hoping you were still awake so you could tell me all about it. I wouldn’t have come in if I’d known Maddy was still here.”
“No, that’s all right, Mum. We didn’t turn in for the night. We were just having a break and must have drifted off,” he said as he sat up, inadvertently pulling the covers off Madeleine in the process.
Looking down on Madeleine’s nakedness, illuminated by the soft bed light, Kate said, “You must’ve had fun if it tired you out that much.”
Jake said, “We did, Mum — thanks for asking, and I’m dying to tell you all about it when we have a private moment.”
Either having the bedclothes pulled off her, or the voices, woke Madeleine and, wide eyed, mouth open, she gasped and then said, “Mrs C… I mean Kate! — we must have passed out. Sorry. I thought I’d be gone before you came home.” Then she remembered she was naked and grabbed some of the bedclothes and tried to cover her pendulous breasts. This action uncovered Jake’s lap and exposed his penis. Madeleine looked at Jake’s cock, and then at Kate, and said, “Sorry,” as she tried to cover him up without exposing herself again.
Kate laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it, Maddy — nothing I haven’t seen before. Why are you so agitated? I was hoping you’d be in a state of post coital bliss.”
Madeleine settled down and reassessed the situation. Kate was obviously not unhappy, and after all, they were here in her full knowledge, and with her permission. “I’m sorry, Kate. As I said, I thought I’d be gone by now, but we must have gone to sleep, and when I woke up and saw you there I thought we’d been sprung — I was still half asleep and not thinking straight. Oh, and in answer to your query about post coital bliss — that’s the reason we went to sleep.”
“So, my boy gave you a good time, huh?”
Madeleine gave a wry smile and if it weren’t for the soft light, she may have even been seen to be blushing a little as she answered, “The best times I’ve ever had, and since I started at sixteen, when I say best times, I know what I’m talking about, so you better believe it. Your son’s the best!”
“Times, plural, huh? How many times,” asked Kate with a grin.
Madeleine did blush this time, and then replied in a soft voice, “Three and a half.”
“Half?” queried Kate. “How can you have a half?”
“You tell her, Jake,” said Madeleine.
“Okay,” he said, as he took the bed covers out of her hands, dropped them, and exposed her lovely big breasts. “We started with a massage like you suggested and when I was playing with these,” he said, touching them, “I had an urge to put my cock between them and see what if felt like. Maddy really wanted me to do it, or I would’ve saved it until we knew each other better.”
“So,” questioned Kate. “What happened and how did it go?”
“It was amazing, Mum. It felt so good, and visually it was in incredible turn on,” he replied.
“And?” prompted Kate.
“Well, I had an orgasm, but Maddy didn’t, of course, but I made it up to her later, didn’t I love?” he said, turning to face Madeleine as he finished.
Madeleine, becoming impatient with the little bit of information Jake was giving out, and with her excitement overcoming her reserve, took over the conversation: “It was awesome, Kate, seeing his cock head constantly appearing and disappearing; looking up at him as he came; and then getting blasted with the biggest cum load ever! Sorry… too much information? I get carried away sometimes when I’m excited. Sorry.”
“There’s never too much information about my darling son,” replied Kate, “and I hope that applies to us girls too, Maddy.”
“I’d like that, Kate. I’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s so… nice… yes, nice, wholesome, and comfortable to be able to talk frankly like this. Thank you both for making me so happy. I’d love to give you a hug, Kate, but I’m not really dressed for it,” said Madeleine, glancing down at her nakedness.
“C’mon, do it anyway,” said Kate, standing up and offering Madeleine her hand to help her climb over Jake. “That’s another thing you’re going to have to get used to in this house — nakedness is commonplace in our home, other than when we have guests, and you’re no longer a guest.”
Madeleine came into Kate’s arms and they hugged, Kate very conscious of the feel of her firm, naked body in her arms, and also remembering that Maddy had told her she was bisexual added another dimension to the hug. Kate was sure that, from Madeleine’s point of view, this was just a platonic hug expressing happiness and gratitude, but for Kate’s part, she wondered if she was indeed bisexual herself when she felt a tingle in her nether regions as she rubbed her palms on Madeleine’s naked back, and found herself resisting the urge to run her hand down the girl’s back to feel her bottom.
“C’mon you two”, said Jake, climbing out of bed, with his still stretched, but now slack, post coital tool swinging low. “That’s enough of this sentimental stuff. It’s not late, so let’s go to the kitchen and have a hot chocolate, or something, and chat before bed time.”
“Good idea,” said Kate, turning to go, but stopping when she saw Madeleine step over to the desk and pick up her knickers. “No point in getting dressed, love. At this hour, or rather by the time we finish our supper, it’ll be too late for you to be driving home, so why don’t you stay the night? Jake’ll get you a robe from the bathroom, won’t you dear?”
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