Chapter 5
“Wonderful,” was the only thing I could say, “much better than last year’s moped.” She laughed and got up. “Stay there and get a bit of rest, because we won’t be done for a whole while. I’m going to get some champagne to celebrate this special occasion.” In the nude my mother left the bedroom, leaving me in a condition of pure bliss. I hardly realised, what had just occurred. Things were going to get much crazier, though. After a few minutes my mother returned. She was still naked, she hadn’t even taken the trouble to wipe my sperm from her mouth and . . . she wasn’t alone. Together with my mother the housekeeper entered the bedroom! In one hand Anna carried a large bottle of champagne, in the other three glasses. More surprising, however, was the way she was dressed. The mature housekeeper, who I had always seen in nothing but boring, wide dresses with flowers, was wearing nothing but a black lace bra with matching panties and black stockings. She was also heavily made up, while she usually went without any make up at all. The way I saw her now I didn’t even find her unattractive, I realized. Of course she was rather advanced in age, she had her share of wrinkles and her skin wasn’t that tight in all places anymore, but an incredible glow of horniness was emanating from her and if her breasts weren’t that firm anymore, they were truly gigantic. My mother saw my look of utter amazement on my face and smiled naughtily. “Anna is joining us,” she grinned mischievously, “aren’t we sort of a family, after all, the three of us?” Maybe, but an intensely dysfunctional family, I thought, though I decided against saying anything. Anna put the glasses on the nightstand, opened the bottle and poured the glasses. All three of us took a glass and my mother toasted. “To your seventeenth birthday, Peter!” We all took several swigs and put the glasses back down again, after which my mother sat down in a chair next to the day. “Well,” she said to me, “let Anna warm you up again a bit.”