Matt, Mom and Karen

{if elizapissede=true}Eliza had practically dragged Amy away after Matt had switched to screwing his mom which left the three of them. One big incestuous family, Matt thought. Pissing off Eliza had been a bad decision but he'd made it and now he was stuck with it. At least, though, he{else}Matt wasn't a virgin, had had sex with his mom, and was still alive to celebrate.{endif}

Matt felt a little underdressed when he checked out his mom, who wore a little black dress, and Karen, who'd picked a little sleeveless jumpsuit that had suspender-like straps that held up the pants part of the jumpsuit and threatened to slip off her tits every time she moved. He, of course, wore jeans and a t-shirt--other than the old church suit in the closet, that was his entire wardrobe choice.

"You look nice, dear," his mother said.

"You two are the ones who look nice," he fired back. "As in completely hot. I can't believe I'm lucky enough to have a date with two such hot women."

"Oh, you!"

"I'll bet I can persuade April to give you a blowjob tonight," Karen said. "What do you want to bet?"

"If you do," Matt promised, "I'll make mom eat you out tonight. If you don't, though, you have to sleep at the foot of the bed tonight."

"Deal."

"Hey," their mom said. "Don't I get any say in this."

Matt considered. "No. I'm the man of the house. You follow orders. Besides, it wouldn't be fair that you fuck your son and then just ignore your daughter, would it?"

"No, of course not. I'm sorry, Karen."

"No problem, mom."

Their mom's aging Honda made it across the Hill to the little restaurant where April worked and, sure enough, the cute waitress was still on duty.

"I thought you were going home," Matt said when they arrived.

"One of the other waitresses quit so my dad told me he'd pay me double-time if I worked the evening shift. I wasn't going to turn down that money."

"You've met my sister," Matt said. "This is my mother."

"You're kidding. No way is she old enough to be your mom. I thought these girls were both your girlfriends."

Matt's mom giggled. Karen whispered, "that's also true."

"You guys want a booth? Who gets to sit with Matt?"

Karen and their mom glared at each other.