Mother of the Groom

"It was really a beautiful wedding wasn't it, Justin?" Kathy asked me. "Yeah," I agreed. "Nate looked happier than I've ever seen him. Vicky, too. They're a great couple." We were sitting on her back patio, sipping mimosas, and nibbling on pieces of cantaloupe she'd cut up. It was about quarter to noon. I was wearing jeans and a button down shirt. Kathy still wasn't dressed. She wore a silky sky blue robe with oriental dragons and mountain-top pagodas on it, a souvenir of a trip to China a couple of years ago. She was constantly tightening the belt around it. The robe was short, and showed off her smooth tanned legs. They were quite shapely for an older woman, the result of regular attendance at the gym. Her face looked younger than her forty-five years, only just beginning to show the faintest lines of age and experience. Her chestnut hair was long, straight, and shiny, with no trace of grey in it. As she lounged in her deck chair with her sunglasses on, she reminded me of a Hollywood actress. "What time's your flight again?" Kathy asked. "Not until 7:30 tonight," I complained. "It was the only flight available." "So you've got pretty much the whole day to do whatever you want. Any plans?" "Not really. I kind of like just hanging out here, you know, if that's alright with you. Kind of reminds me of old times." "You know, I can't believe it," she said for maybe the twentieth time that morning. "It seems like just yesterday, you and Nate were riding your bikes around the neighbourhood. You both grew up so fast." "Yeah, I kinda miss it, you know," I admitted. "Just like coming over, and hanging out, goofing off with Nate... And you- you were the coolest mom." "You thought so?" "Yeah! I mean, you were totally chill about stuff. My own parents were so uptight." She laughed a little. "Yeah, I guess your parents are kind of uptight. How are they doing anyway?" "They're fine," I said. "Retired to Utah." She wasn't really interested, anyway. My parents and Kathy had had their run-ins. The worst I remember was when I was twelve, and Kathy let Nate and I watch Basic Instinct at their house. My parents were so pissed that I'd been exposed to Sharon Stone's naked vagina (even if it was just for a second, and you couldn't really see anything), that they called her and shouted at her for almost half an hour. That was the first time I was banned from hanging around with 'that McCoy kid.' Of course, they couldn't really enforce it. I saw Nate every day at school, and then we'd walk home together. And maybe I'd spend a couple of hours at his place on the way home. Well, maybe I'd get a lecture about the McCoys. He was a bad influence, and she had a reputation - but for the sake of their Christian decency, they never told me very specifically what her reputation was, only that she wasn't the kind of woman I should be associating with. Kathy didn't care about pissing off my parents, or whether they forbade me from visiting. She never told me I couldn't hang out with Nate. And I think by the time I was in high school my parents just got tired of their moral crusade against Nate's mother. They gave up fighting with her, and instead tried to instill the 'proper values' in me, so that I'd see her evils for myself. But I never thought of her as the she-devil my parents considered her to be. She was just Nate's cool single mother. Kathy had married young to her high school sweetheart. He'd gotten her knocked up, and then gotten himself killed in an industrial accident. It was gross negligence on bahçesehir escort the part of the company, they said, and they settled for enough that Kathy didn't need to worry about money for the rest of her life if she spent it wisely. She and Nate were taken care of. "Probably the greatest thing that man ever did was die," Kathy said from time to time, mostly when she'd had a few glasses of wine. So Nate McCoy had a grave stone in place of a father. But he always knew where it was, which was more than could be said for some of the other fathers in town. After her husband's death, Kathy never settled down to marriage again. "Been there, done that." She refused to be tied down to any one guy. Freedom was a lot less work and a lot more fun. I think it was this attitude towards marriage that my parents found particularly distasteful. "Thanks for letting me crash at your place," I said after the conversation had lapsed for a minute, and we'd been lost in our thoughts. "Nonsense, Justin. Mi casa has always been su casa. You know that," she corrected me. "Besides, after Nate moved into his own place, you know, this house has been feeling... kind of empty, I guess? So I don't mind having a bit of company." "Have you thought about down-sizing?" "Yeah... I guess a lot's been changing over the last few years, and, I don't know-" Kathy looked sad. "It's kind of nice having a familiar place to come home to, even if it is too big for just one person." "Hey, you want to hear something fucked up?" I asked, hoping to change the mood. "What?" "So, as your son's best man, I have certain duties, right? Well Nate didn't want to do a bachelor party," "I don't know where he gets it," Kathy said, shaking her head. "When I got married, I insisted my girlfriends throw me a huge bachelorette party. I got so drunk that night. I'm surprised I made it through the ceremony without puking on the bridesmaids. But Nate never really liked parties." "Yeah, but I couldn't just do nothing for the guy. So, when I got into town, I took Nate out for a couple of drinks, remember?" "Uh huh," she nodded. "Well, the place I took him to was Club Century," I explained. "Really?" Kathy's mouth opened in surprise, and then stretched into a smile. Club Century was the local strip club. "Well good. The boy could use a little adventure before he got married." "Yeah. So we're sitting there, having beers and watching the dancers. And you know who I saw?" "Who?" "Lisa Henks! It was so weird. I used to sit next to her in grade ten English class. And now I'm seeing her, totally naked, pole-dancing." "Was she that girl with the glasses that you and Nate had a crush on for a while, but couldn't decide who should ask her out?" "Yeah! So she came over, and we're talking about old times at school, you know, kind of catching up, and she was wearing just this little skimpy lingerie thing that wasn't hiding much of anything. It was really weird. Anyway, I told her Nate was getting married tomorrow, and she gave him a free lap dance... from Lisa Henks who used to go to our school! It was surreal." "Yeah, the more things stay the same, the more they change," Kathy said. "Or is that the other way around? Anyway, it's like I was saying earlier, you know. It seems like just yesterday you were all just a bunch of kids, and then suddenly you're all like adults, and it's like 'what happened?' " "Yeah, I guess I always expected strippers to be strangers. But I guess they've all got to come from somewhere, you know. beylikdüzü bayan escort Like they're somebody's people. You just don't expect them to be your people- people you know, you know? Kind of like, 'ah, so this is what you're doing with your life now.' You know what I mean? It was actually kind of awkward." "But why?" Kathy asked. "Why should it be awkward? She's providing a service that you're obviously interested in getting. You both used to like her when you were in school with her. I bet you even wanted to see her naked, or at least thought about it. But then when you do, suddenly she's not good enough for you anymore? Don't be such a fucking hypocrite." She leaned over and swatted me on the arm. "If it was awkward, it's because you made it awkward." "Well. uh..." I didn't know what to say. I felt like an asshole. "Did you know that I used to dance?" she asked, removing her sunglasses, and looking at me with her penetrating green eyes. "You?" I was surprised. I wondered if Nate even knew this about his mother. If he did, he'd never said anything about it - and I thought we knew pretty much everything there was to know about each other. "It was just after Nate's father died. I didn't know what was going to happen to us - me and Nate. I was a single mother with just a high school degree. Even in those days I knew that wasn't good for much. But I had a great body - I don't anymore - but I used to -" "I think you still look good," I interrupted, hoping to repair some of the offense caused by my earlier comments. "That's sweet, Justin..." Kathy said, rolling her eyes. "Even if it's bullshit. But in those days, you know, I could compete with any of the girls you saw down at the Century. So I started dancing. I only did it for a couple of months before the settlement came through, but I don't regret it. And I don't think it's anything to be ashamed of. In my opinion, it's not that much different from being a waitress or bank-teller. It's mostly just customer-service, you know? Except it pays a hell of a lot better." "But I took a lot of shit about it afterwards from people in this town," she continued. "People like your parents, Justin. I mean, how the fuck would they know what I was doing unless they were in there themselves? Think about that! Fucking hypocrites. But you know what? Who cares what they think? Do you want another mimosa?" "Huh?" I asked. I was picturing Kathy twenty-six years younger, dancing at the Century. The thought of it was turning me on. "A mimosa," she repeated. "Do you want another?" "Oh yeah, thanks," I said. Kathy clutched a champagne glass in each hand and stood. As she did her robe fell open as it had been threatening to do all morning. She was completely naked underneath. Her breasts were full and round, and her stomach was flat from working out. My line of sight scanned downwards, over her belly button, to between her thighs. Her hair was trimmed into a neat triangle there, tapering into the creased soft mound of her pussy. I couldn't take my eyes off her body. It was as if all my masturbation fantasies from my adolescence had just come true. "Ah shit," she said. She fumbled with the glasses, transferring them from one hand to the other. Finally placing them back on the table. She pulled her robe tight around herself, and tied the belt hard across her stomach. "I'm sorry Justin." "It's okay," I said. I wasn't sure what else to say, having just seen my best friend's hot mother naked. What's appropriate escort beylikdüzü in these situations? "I'll be right back," she said. She picked up the glasses again, and went inside. When she came out a few minutes later, the glasses were full of orange juice and champagne, and my erection had subsided somewhat. Kathy handed one of the glasses to me, and then resumed her seat. I took a sip, and stared out across the back yard. "Justin, I'm really sorry," Kathy said after a minute of awkward silence. "I didn't mean for that to happen." "It's fine," I responded, refusing to look at her. "Are you embarrassed?" she asked. "It's just every time I look at you, I'm just picturing... you know... you." "Aww, sweetie..." Kathy cooed at me, "Does it bother you that I'm an older woman? Is that it? You're grossed out because I'm forty-five." "No, it's not that," I said. "You look great! I mean, we all used to tease Nate about you. You were always kind of a... you know the term, milf?" "You thought I was a milf?" "Not just me. Lots of guys. We were always messing with Nate like, 'Dude, you're mom's hot.' He was always like 'Shut up!' and used to get really irritated and stuff." "Can I let you in on a secret?" Kathy asked. "Sure." "I always kind of knew." She gave me a flirty wink and a smile. "The way you boys would hang around, watching me when you didn't think I noticed, always offering to help out with anything you could think of. It was cute, and also pretty flattering." "But you never, you know..." "What?" she asked, and then the insinuation came together. "Oh no! No! I'm not a fucking child-rapist, Justin. Jesus! What's the matter with you?" "Nothing!" I shouted. "It's just that milf stands for mom I'd like to f-" "I know what it means," Kathy interrupted. "But no way! It was just flattering is all. And then all you boys grew up, and you were dating girls your own age... getting married... And I got older, too... It's okay. It happens to everyone sooner or later." I looked at her, and she looked sad. She'd pulled her knees to her chest. Her robe had ridden up, and I could see the soft sexy curve of her buttocks, naked in the seat. I looked away again. "You're still a milf," I mumbled. "Justin, you really need to get over this shyness," she said irritably . "It's making things awkward, okay?" "But you're Nate's mom," I protested. "And I can't stop thinking about it. And your robe isn't helping, either." "Listen, if the robe is the problem, I'll just get rid of it." Kathy stood, and pulled the robe off. She tossed it across the deck. "Okay? Gone." She stood there naked, with her hands on her hips, totally unashamed. My eyes travelled up and down her body, taking in every inch of her. She was beautiful. My erection was springing back to life. "I usually lay out like this anyway since Nate moved out." She gestured to her body. "See? No tan lines. I mean, no one can see me here, so why not?" "I can see you." I argued. "You already saw me. And you said you keep thinking about it. So, what's left to hide?" Kathy asked. "At least one of us might as well be comfortable. If it isn't going to be you, it may as well be me." She gave me a sly, sexy smile. "But of course, if you feel like making yourself comfortable, too, I wouldn't object." She was greedily eying my pants. My cock was now very prominently pressing outward through my jeans. "I thought you said, you'd never mess around with Nate's friends," I objected, sensing that my resistance was crumbling.Kathy rolled off her chair, and crawled across the deck towards me. Her movements were slow, sensual, almost feline. They did nothing to lessen my arousal. She reached out, and ran her hands across the front of my jeans, over my erection. My cock twitched involuntarily at her touch. "Ooh!" she exclaimed, rubbing the bulge.