Doing My Mom’s Friend Doris

I’m 32, divorced, a pretty well-to-do business owner, and not the ugliest guy in a typical room. I’m also lucky enough to have several “no-strings” fuck buddies ranging in age from mid-twenties to about 40. I’m also a good son by making sure to look after my mom, who lives about 50 miles away.

My mom is 60 and has a very active social life. She has groups of lady friends with whom she plays cards, dominoes, bingo, wine tasting, etc. Over the years I’ve heard so many stories of her various friend’s lives, children, grandchildren and have had the occaision to meet quite a few of them. So many, in fact, that it’s hard to keep the names and faces and stories from running together. Apparently a lot of them have heard various stories about me from my mom, some embellished, I’m sure, about how handsome and successful I am.

Recently I stopped by my mom’s house unannounced and saw a whole lot of cars in her driveway. I called her from my cell to see if it would be okay to stop in, to see what I was interupting. Just as I suspected, she said to come on in. Wow, am I glad that I did!

A bunch of mom’s friends who played pinochle regularly were having lunch and wine after some cards. The cards were done, lunch was done, and wine was well under way. Some of the ladies looked familiar, I knew some names, and was re-introduced to everyone. They were loud and freindly and pretty much feeling no pain.

The pack mentality kicked in, helped along by the wine, and enboldened a couple of them to be more direct and flirtacious than they would otherwise have been. No harm done, all in fun, and everyone, including me, was enjoying the banter.

As the afternoon wore on the ladies began making their exits, some solo, some in pairs. Finally Doris and Sally were the last remaining guests. I knew Sally very well from previous times, she was maybe in her early 60’s, as was Doris, whom I was sure I had not seen before. The four of us had a lot of fun talking, joking, and Sally even got around to using some risque language aimed at me. The alcohol and the relaxed feeling after the main group left were the obvious culprits.

As Sally and Doris started for the door, I learned that they were traveling together, driving Sally’s car, but Doris would drive due to Sally being a little too tipsy. “But wait,” Doris said, “if I drive you home, how will I get home from your house?”

“My husband can drive you from there,” said Sally.

“Oh crap, I don’t want to put you guys through all that,” Doris said.

As the four of us talked out the logistics involved with delivering two ladies safely home, using one car, with one being impaired, it was discovered that Doris actually lived along the way I would drive to get back to my house. Also, Doris had never met Sally’s husband, but had heard, from Sally, that he was a nasty prick.

Somehow it got decided that Sally’s husband would come to my mom’s and pick up his intoxicated wife, and they would get her car some other time. I would drop Doris off on my way back home, she lived about 20 minutes down the road.

Doris was blonde, about 5’4″ and kind of round, well groomed and very friendly. She was immediately very appreciative as we left my mom’s place.

“That was some lively group back there, they really got kind of forward with you,” she remarked after she got her profuse “thank-you’s” out of the way.

“Did I detect a hint of jealousy in some of those remarks the girls were directing at you?” she inquired.

“Jealousy, heck no, they were just feeling no pain and probably were trying to embarass me, that’s all,” I said.

“Well, would anybody there have any reason to be jealous about the attention that was being paid to you?” she probed further.

“If you mean do I have anything going with any of the ladies in that group, heck no, they’re all friends of my mom and were all just kidding around with me,” I assured her.

“Are you saying that you couldn’t imagine having anything going with any of those women?” she asked,

“I wouldn’t say that, in fact, I think a few of them are quite attractive,” I said.

“Really, now do you mean attractive for their age, or actually attractive in a sexy way?” she asked.

“I mean absolutely attractive, although I would certainly tread very lightly with them being my mom’s friends, I would be real careful making a pass at anyone in that group,” I told her with a bit of a chuckle.

“So, you do know that I just met your mom today and she wouldn’t consider me a friend of her’s,” she commented, more than asked.

I didn’t quite yet know where this conversation was going, but I sensed that there was something brewing.

“Speaking of jealousy,” I asked, “is there someone who would be jealous of you if you were to fool around?”

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