I pick up my phone and a message reads: ‘I’m coming over in 5. Hope thats OK’ It’s from her. But she never comes over. I take one last drag an... put the stub out. Pick up my still steaming mug and bring it inside. I sit down back at my computer, open a blank page, and put fingers to keyboard to record my thoughts. My writing is interrupted- *Knock knock knock* then my phone vibrates in my pocket, sending shivers down my leg. ‘Knock knock knock’ it read. I open the door and there she stands, her. ...' I began to say and trailed off. "Before the divorce," Mom said "That long and I never knew about it?" I said. I suddenly realized that I was staring at her open pussy and looked away. They both chuckled at my shyness or perhaps it was the erection tenting the front of my pajamas. "There's no reason to shy about your feelings," said Mom as she leaned forward and with a single tug of the drawstring sent the pajamas pants slipped down my legs. "Matthew has shown me the path to true. Although he had just cum, his cock was still half hard. She lifted off the floor in front of him and walked over to her desk. "Come here soldier", she beckoned him' removing her skirt and panties and unclasping her bra. She sat on her desk; her legs spread open showing her wet glistening pussy. He shuffled over to her and kissed her passionately, rubbing his dick against her slit. She wrapped her legs around him drawing him in even closer. "I want to feel you inside of me", she whispered. Especially a man."Stand up and let me see you. God, you look great! I can't get over it. You take after your mom. You're almost as pretty as she is," he said tactfully.He gave me the first of many close hugs that kept me flustered until they left. Nothing would do but that I join them in the living room for cocktails--Mom acquiesced to my having "just one" with a small shrug--and he made me sit on the other side of him, and kept *touching* me. Nothing off-color, just little presses on the arm.