Party Prep

With breakfast finished and put away we spent about an hour just chatting. This was the sort of interaction I was used to with my mom. Minus the fact that the remnants of me jacking off on her face last night were still on her skin, and that Farah had just **** fed her my cum while my sisters went over their notes one final time. We talked about changes in the town, and got updated on various family members. Farah and I shared tales from college and our friends and classes. A couple weeks ago, I would not have been able to fathom that I'd be sitting at my childhood kitchen table while my mom and girlfriend talked about the finer points of establishing a harem. How many girls would be too many? What fetishes would fit well, what would be problematic? What would be my mom's role in the harem?

Notice, the question wasn't IF she would be a part. No, her involvement was clearly set in stone last night when I threw out that she'd be joining us once the girls were heading off to college. Speaking of the girls...

"So Mom, are we doing anything for Gwen and Beth for their birthday?"

"I'm not sure what to do about that John," she admitted, "They turn 18 at about 4 pm tomorrow. I've tried to feel them out to see if they wanted me to do anything to celebrate, but they both seemed content to avoid that conversation. You know how apprehensive they are about finding out just what fetish, or fetishes, will impact them tomorrow. Doesn't help that we really don't know what all the possibilities are. I'm mostly English, but both my parents had some other heritages in their blood. Your father, he was a mutt. I really don't know what sort of possibilities could be coming from him. If they get the Berber, or Egyptian fetishes from me, we might need to make a trip to a tattoo or piercing parlor. I mean, if they wind up with the Canadian fetish, we might have to plan an impromptu camping trip. We just don't know what is going to happen tomorrow."

"Will they get the same fetishes? Or different ones?" Farah asked, "I'm still learning how American's fetishes impact girls."

"There's no 'rule,' if you will," I replied, "They could get the same fetish, or different ones. Or both."

"Both?"

My mother took over here, "Yes, if they get their fetish from my side, it's likely they'll get my English one. But if they don't they might get more than one."

"Like Lisa O'Donnell in our building," I added, "She's got the Venezuelan glory hole thing, Persian dick fascination, and Malaysian cum reverence, combined with a Mexican approach to casual sex. The housing department had to install an official glory/peephole into the men's bathroom, otherwise she might have hurt herself trying to create her own."

Mom nodded, "Oh, right! She usually keeps it pretty under control, but when she gives in on the weekend, she goes hog wild."

"Okay, so maybe we don't do anything formal tomorrow. I think you're right Mom, but the three of us should be prepared to help however we can. But, that doesn't mean we cannot do anything tonight." Deciding to take the role given to me by Mom seriously, I seized the initiative, "Mom, I want you to start baking their favorite deserts and snacks. You can wear an apron, but otherwise, you're to be naked. Farah and I are going to grab some stuff at the mall for the party. I don't have any of their friends' numbers, do you?"

"No, but I have Jane, Taylor, Naomi, and Jun's parent's numbers."

It's always been a little weird that my friends' siblings all turned out be my sisters' best friends. But for once, it's actually beneficial. My mom and their parents had been going to the same little league games and debate matches for years. "Hmm... let's try to keep it small. An end of the year party could get out of hand. We're trying reassure the girls, not overwhelm them. You should call their parents. Let them know what we're doing and ask if they would mind if we had them over tonight... and if they'll be okay with some beer. Between you, Farah, and I, we can make sure they stay safe, and we'll keep them off the roads. I'll text my buddies and see if they can help up with their numbers in case you can't reach the parents. We can make it a surprise. I'll even brave the snow and cook burgers on the grill."

And with that, I got up, offered my hand to the ladies, and we all got moving. My mom didn't even blink when I told her what to do. She just started getting out of her clothes and going through her recipe books. Farah and I made ourselves presentable and headed out, with her driving while I started texting, emailing, and calling my friends from high school to get their sister's numbers. To a tee, they all gave me shit about creeping on their younger sisters. I tried to defend myself, but it was a good thing that they weren't able to see me plead my case. If they could, the devious smile on Farah's face would have drastically undercut my argument.