Mom’s Bridge Club

Fbailey story number 696


Mom’s Bridge Club


Mom and Dad were madly in love for as long as I could remember. Dad always seemed sexually satisfied by Mom and never seemed to stray.

Mom was usually sexy around the house but much more sexy when she went out on Thursday’s.

At home Mom wore a lot of sexy dresses with plunging necklines, slits up the sides, or strapless. Dad was allowed to squeeze her breasts, pat her ass, or even reach up under her dress. When I became a teenager Dad started doing it more often in front of me.

At first Mom objected to me being able to see it but she warmed up to the idea eventually. I just had to jerk off more often until I found a girlfriend. She thought that I was a sex maniac and dumped me but fortunately with all of her complaining two other girls offered to be my girlfriends. When they decided that they could share me things really got good. Once in a while both of them would climb in bed with me together.

As to what Mom would wear on Thursday to go to her Bridge Club meetings was even sexier. All of her blouses were see through and all of her skirts came up to her crotch. Occasionally she would wear a very sexy bra under her blouse but she never wore panties and her pussy was always freshly shaved.

How do I know you ask? Well because I too was feeling Mom up. A few months after Dad started doing it in front of me I started doing it behind his back.

At first Mom objected to me feeling her up but she warmed up to the idea eventually. Actually she resisted quite a bit but I would push her up against a wall, hold her against a counter in the kitchen, or press her down onto her bed and then help myself.

By the time I was fourteen I was bigger and stronger than she was. So eventually she just stopped fighting me and let me do it.

Mom had nice tits especially without a bra. I liked them natural, big, and soft. I really liked slipping my fingers up into her pussy. She was always wet. I could always get her to have an orgasm in just a minute or two.

But on Thursday for a year or more she got to go out with her girlfriends. She had joined a Bridge Club. She wasn’t all that good with cards but neither was I. One day I asked her a few questions that she could not answer. That got me curious. So I followed her.

Mom would go to the same house every week. It wasn’t that far away and I could easily stay close enough to follow her on my bicycle. She would park along the street and then walk to the front door and just let herself in.

The first week I slipped up to the house and looked in the windows. Nothing! I saw a couple of other women arrive, walk in, and go upstairs as they unbuttoned their blouses. Their skirts we up to their crotches too.

The next Thursday I managed to find a ladder and I got up on the garage and peeked in a second floor window.