My Mom's Slutty Friends

I was helping out with one of Fred's cars one day when I spotted a car roll up into the driveway. It was the weekend and the family always seemed to have visitors or something special planned. Imagine my surprise when a group of four women got out to greet the family, cheek pecking, hugging and laughing merrily in the front porch. All my life, I never knew my mom had so many friends from high school, her old hangout squad that she used to mess around with. I got myself as cleaned up as possible before going to meet them. I did not have much opportunity to change out of the overalls I had on.

The living room was quite full during the introductions. Apparently, all four would be moving into the neighborhood soon. Claire and Dorothy Sanders, a pair of busty blonde sisters, bought a house just down the road at the end of the street. Both were widows and had no immediate family, but considered my mom to be close enough to be the third sister between them. I found myself calling them Aunts after that, out of a habit even if were not actually related. They worked for some fashion line in the city so they were quire glamorous and sociable when they first appeared. The more considerate Sandra Keele was married to a businessman named John and she was a housewife like my mom. Her husband was often out of the country, and supported his wife with incredible riches my family could never even dream to achieve. The old mansion on top of the hill was where they were going to stay starting from tomorrow. Finally, the tough chick in the biker outfit named Sheena Monroe was a little less gregarious than the others. I admit that she was a little intimidating but once I got to know her a little, she was a mix of fire and ice. She gave out an attitude, but was so incredibly cool that I could not help but admire her confidence. She had just inherited a little cottage near the lake at the edge of town.

All four women spent the day with my family, chatting away like hens in a crowded coop, staying until after dinner time. The entire time, I could not shake off the feeling that I was being watched, and the hushed gossiping between my mom and her friends was slightly suspicious, especially since I caught them secretly looking down at my discretely hidden hard on beneath my pants.