Mom

Matt worried there'd be a catfight right there in front of April but then Karen snapped her fingers. "Mom, why don't you sit with Matt. Be sure to sit on the inside, though."

"Why?" Their mom looked confused.

"Because I say so."

"Oh. Okay."

So, they followed April to a booth, with Matt's mom sliding in first, her short dress accidentally (probably) hiking up a little to give Matt a glimpse of her ass, while Karen sat across from him.

"That outfit is so cute, Karen," April said.

"Thanks. I try to look sharp for my brother."

"It's cool the way you guys get along. I swear my sister wakes up every morning just trying to think of ways she could bug me."

"Like I told you the other day, we just moved here so we've got to watch out for each other. Speaking of which, you said one of your waitresses just quit. Do you need help?"

"I could use a little, but you guys are out for a family meal. Don't worry about me."

"I was just thinking..." she stood and whispered something to April.

"Oh.... Oh. Well, I just don't know."

"Think about it," Karen said.

"Yeah, maybe."

"Gotta help April with waitressing." Karen followed April to the back leaving Matt and his mom with menus and alone.

"Karen is so helpful," Matt offered.

"She's never been this helpful before."

Matt considered. "Yeah, she has."

"Do you want to talk about what happened?" His mother looked worried.

"About the most spectacular moment in my life? Yeah, I want to talk about how great it was, how connected I felt with you, how my body seemed to come alive with your touch. I could go on about it all--"

"I mean, what we did was evil."

"Really? Because it didn't feel evil to me." He put his arm around her.

She stiffened but then leaned into him. "It didn't feel evil to me, either. But I know it was."

"Do I need to spank you for being so naughty?"

"Don't mock me. I know I have issues. But this is not something that my puritanical father would even have considered."

He took her hand in his. "Mom, your puritanical father not only considered it, he acted it out as best he could. What do you suppose he was thinking about when he had your naked eighteen-year-old ass spread out over his lap? How stiff do you think his dick must have gotten when he brought his hand down on your butt, felt the warmth of your skin, the yielding of your gluteus maximus, smelled the scent of your pussy? Maybe he never put it in you but he was thinking about it."

"Oh. That is... wicked."

"There's a huge difference between that and what we did. But the difference isn't that he never put his dick inside of you... that you remember, at least. The difference is, both of us wanted it. Neither was **** into something we feared or hated. And it was beautiful. So please don't try to spoil the best thing that ever happened in my life with your father's grubby morals."

"Oh. Oh, I never thought about it that way."

"We'll have a lot of time to think about it."

"Excuse me, Matt?" April stood there with her order pad in hand.

"Yes, we'll have--"

"Your sister already gave me your order. I wonder if you could give me a hand in the kitchen."