“It’s such as a shame Calvin.” Mom greeted me on my return to the house. Seeing how miserable I must have looked she opened her arms to hug me and I accepted the embrace. I had to acknowledge it felt nice pressing my body against hers. Her hair smelled like she had indeed come from the hairdressers and her lower back felt so soft beneath my hand. I felt the compulsion to lower it, to run my palm across her buttock, to caress the dress and the yellow panties I knew she was wearing beneath. I broke the cuddle before the stirring in my pants became obvious and went to the fridge for a beer.
I’d downed most of the bottle before Faye piped up that she’d join me in a beer. First filling Mom’s champagne I collected another two bottles and joined the women, sitting between the two on the couch. Opening Faye’s beer for her we clinked bottle necks and each took a sip. “So what’s on your phones that had you so amused?” I asked trying to distract my mind from Trish’s abandoning and placing my bottle between my legs at my groin.