Mother’s Day

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Mom could tell we were getting done, so she ran into her bathroom and locked the door. Shit!

“Open up in there!” I yelled as I banged on the door. “It’s Mother’s Day! Mommy needs her present!”

Her muffled voice replied, ” Go away, get dressed. We’re going to brunch with Jeanine.”

Oh yeah! Ok then, down boy.

( . Y . )

Jeanine, Mom, and I sat down promptly at 10:30 for the fabulous Fleming’s brunch. Fritz doubled his efforts to ensure we were satisfied. The waitress, the same one as the other night, ASKED if there were any mothers present before she made any statements.

Jeanine, it turned out, was on her first marriage but her husband’s second. A Commander in the USN, he was currently deployed at sea. His two kids were at their mother’s house this morning. Jeanine was to pick them up late this afternoon.

Jeanine was quite different from Mom, more in kind of my generation. Little shorter, little trimmer, smaller breasts but very perky, short blond hair. Like Mom, however, she was a looker, no doubt about it.

Both ladies had on very tight skirts. Mom had a nice cashmere sweater which really accentuated her shape, while Jeanine wore a plain blouse.

“So how did you and Mom meet?” I asked, trying to get the ball rolling. It wasn’t too hard, we
already had two Mimosas in us.

“Well there’s this support group, a forum, for Navy wives. You go online and type stuff about… whatever’s bothering you, or try to help someone else who needs a hand. You know, there’s sections for bases, so the gals local to a base can help each other with baby-sitting, doctor’s appointments and things like that.

“And we had talked online many times about stuff, then met in person to talk about things we didn’t want to talk about online. And, well, here we are!”

“Cool!” I responded. “And um, sorry for not knocking the other day…”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s fine, really.”

“Can ask you a personal question, Jeanine? Are you planning on staying with your husband?”

“Absolutely! I love him to death! But… he knows I need to have some contact once in a while. He doesn’t mind as long as it’s just girls and we just goof around. I tell him all about it. We have quite the festival when he comes home!”

“Jeanine,” Mom started. “I, I mean ‘we’, were thinking maybe you’d like to spend the rest of the day at our house…”

Jeanine did this little smirk that was just sooo fucking cute. “I could do that. But I have a rule. I don’t like it, but it’s all or nothing.”

“Go on,” I said.

Jeanine looked at me. “You, mister, can’t touch me. At all. In any way. And I can’t touch you. And I won’t. And you won’t.”

“Oh,” I said, dejectedly. But Mom was so looking forward to this. “But, I can be nearby?”

“Sure, you can be two inches away, you just can’t touch me.”

“Ok, I’m in!”

The rest of the brunch dragged on forever! But mom regaled Jeanine with cute stories about me and all the dumbass things I’ve done over the years.

The moms had many more mimosas, i didn’t as I was driving. But they were giggling like school girls, and getting all touchy feely like women do. But there were looks, and lingering hands, and little caresses here and there. I got a raging hard-on. I wondered how hard and fast Jeanine’s No-Touching rule really was.

We finally got up to leave, both gals kissed Fritz, then they kissed the waitress, too. She was more shocked than Fritz! If I was a betting man, I’d say she wanted to come with us. I gave her a hug and a pat on the bum, her breasts pressed into me nicely. I winked and told her we’d see her again sometime.

“All of you? Or just you?” she asked, smiling. Mom grabbed my hand and whisked me away.

For the ride home, Mom sat in the back seat while Jeanine sat up front with me. I didn’t know why for a couple minutes, but then it became apparent; Mom wanted to massage Jeanine!
Jeanine gave a little “Oh!” when Mom’s hands first appeared from behind the seat. I looked over at a red light to see Mom cupping Jeanine’s left breast. Jeanine leaned back, her eyes closed.
Then they fiddled with the seat and got it reclined. Mom could now get two hands on Jeanine’s boobs. First over her shirt. I had to swerve several times to stay on the road as Mom’s hands deftly unbuttoned her friend’s blouse.

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