MOMMY'S BEST FRIENDS ARE WITCHES

Young adult male is attracted to his mother's friends, before realizing that they are all witches and before realizing that it's his mother that he wants.

Never one into incest, never having lusted over my mother in the way my friends lust over their mothers, that is, until that fateful day, Christmas Day, when I walked out in the backyard naked. I thought it was my mother's friends who I wanted, but it wasn't. Of course, if offered, I'd never turn down having sex with my mother's friends, they're hot, but it was my mother who I really wanted.

It all started when my mother asked me to come down from my room to join her and her three friends at the pool. Something she's asked me to do dozens of times, she uses me as her personal cabana boy to get her and her guests food and drinks. I don't mind playing bartender and waiter, the excuse gives me welcomed opportunity to ogle their nearly naked bodies much closer than from my bedroom window, where I spend most of my time watching them, while masturbating.

"Damien, put on your bathing suit, come downstairs, and join us by the pool," called my mother up to my open bedroom window. "You stay in your room too much. You need to soak in the sunshine. You need to get some color," she said turning away from looking up at my bedroom window to look at her friends. "He's been looking so pale lately," I heard my mother say to her tanned all over friends.

Having been spying on them, something I routinely do, I stepped away from my bedroom window. Never will I get used to the idea of temperatures in December routinely hovering around 90 degrees. Where's the snow? Even with how my Mom decorated the backyard with lights, an artificial Christmas tree complete with ornaments and gifts beneath the tree, even fake snow, it still doesn't feel anything like Christmas. It's Christmas and we've having a heat wave! It's just not right, so wrong, to hear Christmas music, when the temperatures feel that it should be July instead of December. Jetted to the other side of the world, with everything feeling so topsy turvy, it feels nothing like the holiday season should feel and the Christmases that I've been accustomed to celebrating in New England.

Ass backwards living down under, I wish my Mom had stayed in Boston, instead of moving us to Sydney, Australia. Having just finished with the rainy season, it was monsoon like weather here just a month ago and now it's bright, sunny, hot days. The summer months here are our winter months back home. Nonetheless, with spectacular views, we inherited this beautiful mansion of a home that sits high above the ocean, when my grandmother died. The white sandy beach is just a five minute walk down a winding walkway. Except for this not feeling like Christmas, it's beautiful here and the people are much nicer than those in New England.

"Okay. I'll be right down, Mom," I said stepping closer to the window.

I quickly stripped off my clothes and looked at myself in the mirror, while turning one way and then the other. Not bad, if I say so myself. I look pretty good naked. I took my cock in hand and gave myself a couple of quick strokes, while thinking about having sex with my mother's three, hot friends. Already aroused, I wondered if I stepped closer to the window, if they could see that I was naked, only with my window too high and their vantage point too low, I knew they could only see me from my chest up. In the way they've always flashed me over the years, I'd love to flash them. I'd love for them to see my cock.

Only, it's different with guys flashing women. Deemed perverts, when flashing their cocks, women are deemed sexy, when showing their bodies. On the pretense of collecting me to bring me downstairs, I half wished her friends would come upstairs to get me and catch me naked. I was already excited just thinking about going out back to party with my mother's three sexy friends, when she summoned me to join them. With the women sitting out there topless and with me being a breast man, I couldn't wait to be in the pool with them again.

"Marco! Polo! Marco! Polo! Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to grab your breast," I imagined saying to all of her friends, as I've said to them many times before, as we frolicked and played Marco Polo in the pool.

Hopefully, the more they drank, the more that I can take advantage of them by feeling up their nearly naked bodies. The more they drank the more they'd allow me to touch them and fondle them on the pretense of frolicking in the pool. They all have magnificent breasts, breasts that I fantasize being intimately acquainted.

Then, suddenly, something very strange happened to me. When I was trying to put on my bathing suit. I couldn't. Such a strange sensation, as if I no longer possessed control of my body, as if my legs were made of cement, I couldn't lift my legs high enough to get my feet into the leg openings.

"What the fuck?"

Even when I threw myself backwards on the bed and tried to reach down to grab the top of my bathing suit to put it on my feet and pull it up, as if I suddenly lost all my flexibility and command of my body, I couldn't reach my arms and hands down far enough and couldn't bend my legs high enough to get my feet in the bathing suit openings. As if I was a 90-year-old man, I was unable to dress myself.

"What the Hell?"

Afraid and panicked, I felt helpless. I felt paralyzed. Was I paralyzed? With all the strange food I've been eating, was it the Sushi I ate last night? Maybe it was bad.

Should I yell down to my Mom for her to come upstairs to help me? Only, I'm naked. What if she comes upstairs and sees that I'm naked? Oh, my God. What if she sees my cock? Oh, my God. What if she comes upstairs with her three, sexy friends. Oh, my God. What if they see my cock? Oh, God.

If I wasn't so sexually excited by the mere thought of not only my mother but also my mother's three friends seeing me naked, I'd be so embarrassed. It's one thing to show them my cock but quite another to catch me at a time when I can't even dress myself. Suddenly forgetting that I couldn't move my legs, I was more thinking about my mother and my mother's friends seeing my cock. More excited than embarrassed by the thought of them seeing my cock, I already had an erection just thinking about my Mom and her three sexy friends seeing me naked.

After long suspecting my mother and her three friends of witchcraft and now figuring that they are all witches, I suspected that I was put under a spell. No doubt, that's the reason why I can't lift my legs to put on my bathing suit. Unable to clothe myself, they want me to come downstairs naked. If I didn't know any better but I did know better, I'd think that my mother and her three friends were deliberately trying to keep me naked. With a spell of nakedness put over me, I figured I was bewitched, possessed, and/or charmed. No doubt, their way of keeping me naked, I was commanded to come downstairs naked. Certainly, except for not being able to lift my legs to get them through the bathing suit openings, I felt normal in every other way. Further, with the erection I had and was still getting, everything of importance seemed to be in good working order.

Nonetheless, no matter how hard I tried, even when I put the bathing suit on the floor and tried to step into it, I couldn't coordinate and maneuver my feet well enough to put on my swim trunks. Frustratingly excited, already aroused, I walked around my bedroom naked and with an erection. Then, it occurred to me. This is my opportunity to live out my sexual fantasy. Did my mother want me to ask her and her three friends to come upstairs? Where they all hoping that I'd call down to them for help? On the pretense of seeing me naked, is that why they put a spell on me? Maybe, unable to resist them, they'd all push my naked body back upon my bed and have sex with me. Nah.

"What am I going to do now? I told my Mom that I'd be right down. I don't want to be rude. I don't want to disobey my mother, after she's been so good to me and she's supported me."

Then, I realized, if I couldn't get my swim trunks on, no doubt okay with them, that would be okay with me, too. I'll just go outside naked. The thought of walking outside naked sexually excited me in a way that I've never been sexually excited before. If by the thought of myself exposing my cock to my mother her three friends could be translated to electricity, I was so electrically charged that I was shaking. I was quaking. I was sparking with sexual excitement. I could, no doubt, power the whole house with the sudden lustful, sexual fever that I felt by the mere thoughts of exposing my cock to my mother and her three friends.

A sexual fantasy come true, always wanting to flash them all my cock, I always wanted to walk around my mother and her three hot friends naked, anyway. I always wanted to show them my cock. I always imagined the looks on their faces, when seeing my cock. Only, how would they react if I walked out back naked? What would they say? What would they do? How would they react to seeing my big, erect prick?

Knowing full well my mother and her three friends were just outside sunning themselves by the pool topless, again, I slowly walked downstairs and paraded through the house naked. This was outrageous. Never have I felt so free. Never have I been so perverted. Never have I felt so sexually excited.

With my cock bouncing up and down and swaying side to side with every step I took, knowing that my mother and three hot women were just a few feet away, just outside the kitchen door that led directly to the pool, it felt so sexually erotic to be naked. Excited to show them my cock, I now wanted to show them my cock. I couldn't wait for them to see my cock. After the four of them, including my mother, who routinely and inappropriately walked around me with barely any clothes, spent summers flashing me their semi-naked, nearly naked, and naked bodies back home in Massachusetts and now here in Australia, it was my turn to flash them my naked body. It was time that I showed them my cock. Feeling feverish with the erotic anticipation of going outside nude, a longtime fantasy come true, I was shaking with sexual excitement.

A point of no return, I was so nervous. I was so excited. Did I dare walk out back naked? Did I dare show them my cock? Could I go through with exposing my cock to my mother and her three hot friends? It's one thing showing my mother's three friends my cock and quite another to show my Mom my cock.

So excitingly perverted, what would her friends say? What would her friends do? Would they stare or would they look away? Would they reach out and touch my cock, fondle my cock, stroke my cock, fuck my cock, and suck my cock? Oh, my God. Never have I been so outrageously naughty. Never have I felt so horny. Never have I been as intent to show my mother my cock.

If it wasn't enough thinking about the reaction of my Mom's friends, I thought about the reaction of my mother. So deliciously incestuous, what would my Mom say? What would she do? Would she stare or would she look away? Would my mother reach out and touch my cock, fondle my cock, stroke my cock, fuck my cock, and suck my cock? Oh, my God. Never have I been so incestuously naughty. Never have I felt so horny. Never have I been as intent to show my mother my cock.

I stood in the kitchen looking out at the backyard and watching them all drinking, talking, and laughing. They were all there, Victoria, Veronica, and Melissa, sitting around the patio table with my mother, Allison. In tit Heaven, they were all topless. Instead of taking the leap and going outside, instead of embarrassing myself in front of everyone, hoping to ease into my display of public nudity, I was hoping one of her sexy friends would come in the house to use the bathroom and catch me naked in the kitchen.

"Oops, sorry. I'm naked. Please don't look at my erect cock. I'm so embarrassed," I imagined saying to one of my Mom's friends, while pretending that I was embarrassed.

If one my Mom's friends saw me standing here right now, if one of her friends saw me naked, if one of her friends saw my cock, I surely wouldn't be embarrassed. I'd be so very excited that she caught me standing in the kitchen naked. Yet, what if it was my Mom that came in the kitchen and saw me standing here naked? Then, what?

I already had a stiff erection and, if one of my Mom's friends caught me in the kitchen naked, I wondered what she'd do. Would she stare or would she look away? Would she scream or would she smile? Would she touch me? Would she stroke me? Would she allow me to touch her, feel her, and fondle her? Would she fall to her knees and suck me? Would she allow me to bend her over the granite kitchen counter and fuck her doggie style? Just in the way my mother's three friends stare at me, when I'm fully dressed, I know they all want me, especially now, even more so, that I'm naked.

What if it was my mother who caught me in the kitchen naked? I wondered what she'd do? Would she stare or would she look away? Would she scream or would she smile? Would she touch me? Would she stroke me? Would she allow me to touch her, feel her, and fondle her? Would she fall to her knees and suck me? Would she allow me to bend her over the granite kitchen counter and fuck her doggie style? Just in the way she stares at me, when I'm fully dressed, I know my mother wants me, especially now, even more so, that I'm naked.

There was no turning back now. Here I go. Show time! It was now or never. I took a breath, before opening the back door. With my erection sticking straight out, completely naked, I stepped outside totally exposed and walked to where the four women were sitting. When they turned to watch my approach as I neared their table, I stopped to pose in front of my mother and her three hot friends.

* * * * *

My Mom's best friends are witches. I don't mean that they are mean and nasty bitches. I mean, they are spells and potions, caldrons and curses, black magic witches, but without the black hats, the black cats, and the brooms, of course. Only, no one would ever suspect they were witches. None of them look anything like a witch. They don't live in a thatched roof cottage deep in the woods; they live in an upscale suburb, that is, before we all moved to Australia. Now, living in this oceanfront mansion, as if I'm living the life of the Witches of Sydney instead of the Witches of Eastwick, we live in luxury and splendor.

Now that I think about it, for that matter, what does a witch even look like? Ugly and evil, I guess, would be my description of a witch, that is, before learning the truth about these women. Conversely, none of them are ugly and evil at all; they are very attractive and wicked nice. Imagining witches looking like the wicked witch in the Wizard of Oz, they act and look nothing like any witch that I imagined. Still, without a doubt, spooky, scary, and creepy, the fact eerily remains that they are all witches. I'd be afraid, if I didn't know them as my mother's sexy friends.

I have no proof, of course, that they're witches; I just know that they are. I never suspected they were witches, that is, until recently, when people close to them died suddenly. People always die suddenly, of course, and I'm not suggesting that they killed anyone, just the opposite. Those people who died that were close to them, suddenly, miraculously, magically, mystically, and inexplicably returned to life from the dead, but as someone else. Wow! Houdini died trying to master that Halloween trick of returning from the dead and these witches do it routinely with aplomb. It's all so very frightening. Yet, it's all so very true.

Can witches do that, bring back the dead, albeit in another body and as another person? And, do those that were brought back from death know that they are someone else? In the way of Deja Vu, do they have a memory of who they were before? Hard to wrap my brain around it, all of this is so very scary.

I didn't know witches possessed powers to make dead people come to life again. When dead people reincarnated as someone else was when I started putting two and two together to give me the answer that, for my mother's friends to do that, raise up the dead, they had to be witches. What else could they be? Other than them being God, the Devil, or Aliens, there was just no other explanation. They had to be witches. Definitely, they are witches. Unbelievably, my mother's friends are witches.

I don't think my mother knows that her best friends are witches. Moreover, I don't plan on telling her. I think it's something she should find out for herself and something that she'll, no doubt, discover, one day. Who knows? Now that I think about it, maybe my knows her friends are witches. Maybe my Mom is a witch, too. Maybe I shouldn't push my luck by revealing to my Mom that I suspect her friends are witches. Maybe, if I do, they'll turn me into a big, mean dog or a black, scary cat.

It all started last summer in Massachusetts and culminated when my grandmother died of cancer on of all days, her birthday, Halloween, in Sydney. No doubt knowing that she was going to be reincarnated as someone else, it makes me wonder how much of a coincidence it was that my grandmother died on her birthday. Perhaps cast under a spell, maybe it was all preplanned that she'd die that day to return to life the next.

Anyway, my Mom, Allison, has some hot friends, three in particular, Victoria or Vicky, Veronica or Ronnie, and Melissa or Mel. In the way that some sons masturbate and lust over their mothers, which I'm guilty of doing that, too, I've always masturbated and lusted over my Mom's friends. I'd do them, if I could; her three friends are so hot.

Before we moved to Australia, we lived in one of those exclusive neighborhoods in Weston, a suburb of Boston, where everyone's lawn is neatly mowed by lawn care crews. God forbid the grass grows more than an inch higher than it should, before the crew of men are out with their riding mowers, trimmers, and blowers. My entire neighborhood is an endless circus of activity of maintenance men and building contractors because the residents all have money to afford the inexhaustible services of outside help to improve property and upkeep their homes. If there is a perfect Disney World neighborhood, this is it. Charmed is what it is and, with witches living here, now I know why.

Everyone drives a Mercedes, a BMW, an Audi, or a Lexus. Just once, I'd love to hear the loud, melodious, rumbling exhaust sound of a wild Mustang GT or a speeding Corvette come echoing and reverberating down the street, before peeling a long, smelly strip of black, smoky rubber to make good it's getaway. Just once, I'd love to shake up this perfect neighborhood with something frighteningly exciting, that is, other than having witches in residence. Hmm, I wonder if I can buy a bumper sticker for my car that reads, My Mom's Friends Are Witches. If the other residents only knew that witches lived here. Only, in the way the police patrol, protect, and preserve the quietness of this special neighborhood, nothing out of the quiet and boring ordinary ever happens.

My Mom doesn't work. She's always home. She lives a total life of leisure. When she's not out spending money shopping, going to the country club, or enjoying a lavish and pampered day at the beauty salon getting a massage and her hair, makeup, and nails done, she spends most of her days sunning and perfecting her tan by the pool. Too much of a charmed existence, what a life she lives. Only, I don't envy her. To me, with everything so perfect and not having any financial worries, she lives a boring life and a sad existence.

"Mom, I'm gonna go up to my room and surf the net. Can I get you anything, before I go?"

It sounds odd for me to ask my Mom if she needs anything, but we live in a big house without servants. Now I know why she refuses to hire household help. No doubt, she doesn't want anyone to know that her friends are witches.

"Be a doll and put some sunscreen on my back, Damien, before you lock yourself in your room," she said turning to look at me and shading her eyes from the bright sun. "You should get some sun, Honey. You're looking a bit pale," she said staring at me from head to toe, before pausing her focus on the bulge in my bathing suit. Eww, my Mom just stared at my cock. "What do you do up in your room all day, anyway?"

I watch you sitting out here with your semi-naked and naked friends, I was tempted to say but didn't. I masturbate over the sight of your friends' beautiful tits, I wanted to say but didn't say that either. I imagine having sex with the four of you, I so wanted to confess to her, but didn't dare verbalize my thoughts.

"I read and play videos games," I said instead, while watching my Mom remove her bikini top and expose her perfect breasts to me.

Her nipples were already erect. Were they erect from being out in the hot sun or were they erect from exposing them to her hot son? If she was anyone else, other than my mother, I'd reach out my hand and touch them, grab them, feel them, and fondle them, before sucking them. If she was anyone else, other than my mother, I'd already have my cock out and a hand to the back of her head.

Having seen her tits a thousand times before, I wasn't as excited as I should have been. Nonetheless, I could feel my cock showing it's appreciation to the display of my Mom's tits by quickly hardening. While imaging her feeling me through my bathing suit, taking out my cock and stroking me, before sucking me, as soon as she got down on her stomach, I started rubbing sunscreen on her nearly naked body, while wishing and imagining that I was rubbing sunscreen on Victoria, Veronica, and/or Melissa.

Her back was so warm and her skin so smooth to the touch. I swear to God that if she wasn't my mother, I'd be tempted to touch her, feel her, suck her, lick her, and fuck her. She has such a great body and with her ass and her tits always so prominently displayed and with most of her sexy, albeit forbidden body parts hanging out of her teeny, tiny bikini, a bikini that only barely covers her areolas, nipples, and ass crack, I can't tell you how many times I've seen my Mom wearing her barely there bikini or sunning herself topless by the pool, while wearing barely nothing at all.

She has a dozen of these same itty bitty bikinis in different colors. You'd think she'd buy one that actually fits her shapely body, so that she constantly and continually didn't have to tug, pull, and adjust her swimsuit, before having a wardrobe malfunction. Even though we have a beautiful pool, seldom does she go in the water. Her favorite place is on the chaise lounge beneath the beach umbrella, while having a drink, before lying in the hot sun to improve her tan.

Instead of swimming and getting a bit of exercise, she sits by the pool daily drinking, talking, and laughing with her three friends in the way that Cher, Susan Sarandon, and Michelle Pfeiffer did, when they played their roles as witches against Jack Nicholson, Daryl Van Horne, in the Witches of Eastwick. Even then, before I even suspected my Mom's friends of being witches, just in the way they acted, I thought they were all a bit oddly strange and erotically weird. Yet, with all of them nearly at that same change of life age, I thought they were just hormonal. I never thought they were all witches, that is, until now. Whenever her friends are over I'm demoted from being her son to being her bartender and waiter.

"Damien, be a doll and make us another round of drinks," said my Mom with her friends smiling and staring at me.

If I didn't know any better, I'd think her friends were undressing me with their eyes. If I didn't know any better, I'd think my mother was checking me out, too. It was then that I wished I was as naked as they all were. Only, for sure, if I was naked now, I'd have an erection sticking straight out over all that my Mom's three friends were showing and all that I was seeing of their hot bodies.

"Sure," I said walking over to each one of them, as if I'm their personal cabana boy, to take their glasses and find out what they're drinking. I didn't mind waiting on them and making them drinks. Collecting their empty glasses and giving them refills gave me an excuse to ogle their nearly naked bodies closer.

"Thank you, Damien," they all said in chorus with a giggle, when I collected their glasses and said again, "Thank you, Damien," when I passed them out refills.

They all looked at my ass, as if they wanted to pat it and I wished they would. They all stared at the bulge in my bathing suit, as if they wanted to suck it and I wished they would. Even my mother with her horny hands, the pool is where they take the most liberties with my body. Touching me and feeling me on the pretense that it was accidental, we've been playing these touchy feely games since I turned 18-years-old two years ago. Only, this time is different. This time I feel the sexual frustration and sensual anticipation coming to a head.

If only I knew how to do it, I'd slip something in their drinks that would make them horny, willing, and submissive. If only I were a witch, too, or more appropriately a warlock, I'd put a spell on them to make them all have sex with me. If only I were naked, when I collected their glass, I'd put a hand to each one of their pretty heads and stick my cock in their mouths and force them to suck me, while I fondled their breasts and fingered their nipples. If only they knew what I was thinking, wouldn't they be surprised? If only they knew how much I wanted them, would they want me in the same way, too?

Where most sons sexually fantasize and masturbate over seeing their mother's tits, where most sons would give anything to see their mothers naked body, where most sons would love to have sex with their mothers, I'm not as interested in seeing my Mom naked or in having sex with her, as I am in seeing her friends naked and in having sex with her three friends. I wonder, if not for my mother's three friends, if I'd feel differently about my Mom. Without having her three, sexy cougar friends around to ogle, flirt with, and tease, I wonder if my focus of sexual attention would be more turned to my mother. Yet, sometimes, just as if it was an electrified fence with barbed wire on top, instead of an imaginary line of incest, I'm not as sexually attracted to my mother, as I am to her three friends.

Then again, sometimes, when I'm horny and we're alone at night watching TV, I think about having sex with my Mom. I don't know if she teases me by flashing me her body purposely, but she never wears a bathrobe. When she's not in her bikini, she's in her sheer, sexy nightgown. I'm only human. I have sexual needs and wanton desires, and seeing my Mom's hot body, especially when she stands and walks in front of the television, I can see through her nightgown, as if she's naked.

Then, again, when I start thinking about having sex with my Mom, when I masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with my mother, I want to have sex with my mother. Yet, as soon as I finish masturbating, as soon as I cum off, I feel guilty and perverted that I was thinking about having sex with my mother and it was the thoughts of having sex with my mother than made me hot and horny enough to ejaculate. She's my Mom and even though I never understood a son incestuously lusting over his mother, I sometimes can't help myself from lusting over her. Truth be told, I want to have sex with my mother as much as I want to have sex with her three friends. That's so weird. It's just wrong. That's really nasty.

After seeing and reading so many incest stories posted on Literotica and witnessing the popularity of incest online with all the incestuous sites, I'd think that I'd be aroused enough to fantasize about an incestuous relationship with my mother, but I'm not, that is, unless alone in my bedroom, horny, and thinking about my mother's hot body, while masturbating. For me not to be erotically aroused and sexually attracted to my mother, even though she parades around me practically naked all the time, I'm probably the rare exception to the incestuous rule that states every son must lust over his mother.

Who am I kidding? Every time my mother shows something I look and I stare. Every time my mother sexually teases me by exposing herself to me, I get horny and get an erection. Every time I'm not with my mother and ogling my mother, I'm masturbating over my mother. Who knows, having already seen her tits, her ass, and her pussies so many times, maybe because she freely parades around me nearly naked and sometimes naked, all the time is the reason why I reject the premise of incest. Truth be told, I'm filled with guilt and am confused. Truth be told, I don't reject the premise of incest. Truth be told, if I could have sex with my mother, I would.

Admittedly, I've read more than a few mother and son incest stories and none of them have excited me sexually. To be honest, incest stories disgust me rather than excite me. From what I've deduced on the Internet, everyone loves reading about Mommy catching them masturbating, Mommy helping them to masturbate, and then Mommy sucking their cocks. Everyone loves to read about Mommy flashing and mommy showing, while knowing her son is spying and ogling, before they go to bed with one another. Everyone loves reading about a son forcing a mother to do sexual things that she should never do with her son. With so many available women ready and willing to have sex, I don't understand why someone would want to have sex with their mother. Moreover, even stranger, why would a mother want to have sex with her son?

Then, again, even though I think all those incestuous stories don't excite me, they do. Whenever I'm horny, whenever I'm masturbating, while thinking of my Mom, I think about all those incestuous stories that I read. I put my mother in the role of the character that I read about, while thinking of myself doing her. While masturbating, it excites me to fantasize seeing my mother naked. It makes me hot to think about touching her naked body. It makes me cum to imagine her touching my naked body.

"What are your plans?" My Mom turned to look at me, as she headed out to the backyard to sun herself by the pool.

"I'm just gonna have the guys over, play some pool, and hang out in my room," I said staring at all she was showing me in her teeny, tiny barely there bikini.

"Well, I'll be out back if you need me for anything," she said grabbing her towel and heading outside.

She'll be out back if I need her for anything? Mommy, can you come up to my room? I need you to give me a hand job. Never mind, Mommy, I'll come to you. I need for you to give me a blowjob, while I fondle your big tits and finger your nipples. Always having inappropriate incestuous thoughts, thank God, I never tell her what I'm thinking.

My friends always beg me to invite them over, when my Mom is out back sunning topless and admittedly I've allowed them to see her topless a few times. Even though they've seen her tits before, it's always as if they're seeing her big, beautiful breasts for the first time. The first time they saw her tits, their reaction to seeing my Mom's breasts was more than the reaction I expected. Maybe because I've seen my Mom's breasts so many times, I'd like to think that I'm immune from the excitement of seeing them, but I'm not. It's just tits, albeit my Mom's tits, the breasts of a woman they've known since they were kids and have lusted over for years, no doubt. I guess them seeing my Mom's tits would be akin to my friends seeing Julie Benz naked in No Ordinary Family. She's hot. I'd do her, if I could. Only, compared to my Mom and my mother's friends, she's not as hot as they are.

"Oh, my God! Look, she's topless," said my friend Steve.

"Let me see," said Jim.

"Wow! Her tits are right there," said Tommy.

"I can see her pussy slit," said Charlie.

"Shh, quiet. She'll hear you," I said closing my bedroom window and pulling the shade.

Yet, in the way they excitedly acted, with her pussy slit clearly visible through the thin and clinging material of her bikini bottom, I half thought they'd masturbate in my bedroom over the sexy sight of my Mom laying on her back with her legs spread and sunning herself in her chaise lounge topless. Oddly enough, for some reason, it excited me more for my friends to see my Mom's tits that it did for me to see my Mom's tits, that is, until later, when I was masturbating over my friends' reactions to seeing my Mom's tits and pussy slit. Not the normal reaction of a teenage son over seeing so much of his mother's semi-nude body, I guess, I'm a bit weird in that way, not to be sexually aroused by constantly seeing my Mom's tits. Yet, who am I kidding? I'm insanely aroused over constantly and continually seeing so much of my Mom's nearly naked body. Yet, just as I'm insanely aroused, I'm insanely guilty over see so much of my Mom's nearly naked body.

Moreover, my Mom knows that my friends are always hanging out in my room, a room that overlooks the pool, where she suns herself topless. What was she thinking? She must know they've seen her tits. With her legs splayed wide open and her form fitting bikini bottom that hugs her pussy mound, she must know they've seen her pussy slit. How can she not know? Either she wants them to see her nearly naked body or she doesn't care who sees her nearly naked body. I wonder, with my friends seeing my mother practically naked, if she's using their sexual excitement to make me more sexually excited and aroused enough to want her.

Maybe that's what she wants, but I wonder what she'd do if I paraded my friends out back to swim in the pool. Would she cover herself? Would she put on her bikini bra? Is she hoping I parade my friends out back to see her more closely? I have a reoccurring sexual fantasy that my friends gangbang my Mom. I imagine them forcing her to suck them, while I watch. Every time I think of my friends having their wicked way with my mother, I get an erection. I'd love to watch my friends have their wicked way with my mother. I want to have my wicked way with my mother.

"Help me, Damien," I imagine her begging me to help her, while my friends are gangbanging her, and as I stand there stroking my cock. "Please, don't let them fuck me. Please don't let them make me suck their cocks. Oh, my God. One of your friends just came in my mouth, Damien," I imagine her saying, before another one of my friends stick their big, hairy cock in her mouth and puts a hand to the back of her head to force her to blow them.

"Well, Mom," I imagine saying to her, while masturbating over the image of my mother blowing all four of my horny friends. "You were the one out here practically naked, when you knew my friends were up in my room looking down at you. It's your fault, Mom, that my friends are gangbanging you and forcing you to suck their cocks." Only, just a sexual fantasy, that will never happen.

So modestly appropriate before, now suddenly, she's changed into a bit of an incestuous slut. If I wasn't so excited that my friends all saw her tits, I'd be embarrassed that my friends all saw her nearly naked body. Maybe it's hormonal. Maybe she's just horny. Maybe she's always been an exhibitionist and I never noticed. Albeit a bit too young, maybe she's going through the change of life. Maybe my Mom is just a slut. Maybe my Mom wants me, as much as she wants my friends.

Then, again, maybe she has sexual needs she's hoping that just I'll fill by licking her, sucking her, and fucking her. Maybe, by showing me and my friends her body, enticing me, and teasing me, she's hoping I'll want to have sex with her. Maybe she's dying to fuck me and to suck my cock. I dunno but, even though I want to, even though I would if I could, I just can't go there, that is, unless I'm alone in my room and masturbating over the wickedly incestuous thoughts of doing her.

For sure, I'd never lust over my friends' mothers in the way they all lust over my mother, especially since their Moms are too obese to even dare wear a bikini. None of them have as hot a mother as my Mom. Yet, in the way they all lust over my mother and in the way they talk about incest and read incest stories online, I know they'd all have sex with their obese mothers, if they could. They all tell me that they wish they had a Mom as good looking and as hot as my Mom.

"I wish my Mom was as hot as your Mom," said my friend Steve.

"You're Mom is such a MILF," said Jim.

"No disrespect intended," said Charlie, "but if your Mom was my Mom, I'd try to have sex with her."

"No disrespect intended," said Tommy, "but even though your mother is not my mother, I'd still do her, if I could and if she would."

Just as they surely masturbate over their mothers, just as they surely spy on their mothers dressing and, no doubt, flash them their cocks, I know they masturbate over my mother, especially after they all saw my Mom topless and practically naked. If they only saw how she sits around the house with her knees parted just enough to constantly flash me her panties or pussy, when she's in her nightgown and not wearing panties, they'd go nuts. If they only knew how many down nightgown and down blouse views of her tits she's given me, they'd go nuts. I can't even count the number of up skirts and down nightgowns my Mom has given me. Now that I think about it, I wonder if my Mom is an exhibitionist. I wonder if my Mom is flashing me purposely. I'd be in Heaven, if only my Mom lusted over me in the way my friends lust over their Moms and over my Mom and in the way that I lust over my Mom's friends.

Honestly, I never understood what the big deal is of wanting to have sex with your mother. She's my Mom, that is, until I started having the same sexual feelings for my Mom's friends that my friends, no doubt, have for my mother. It was then that I understood that their lustful desire wasn't so much because Allison was my Mom. Their horniness towards my Mom was more because she's an older women. Now I get it. Because my mother isn't their mother, their lust for my mother wasn't as much incestuous, as it was wanting to have sex with an older and, hopefully, more sexually experienced woman. I get it. I do. It all made sense to me now.

A big deal when you're my age, as not all women my age willingly give blowjobs, older women are not only willing to suck a cock but also they willingly allow you to cum in their mouths and will swallow. It was then that I understood the abnormal attraction or normal rite of passage of a twenty-year-old testosterone filled male to a mature, 40-something-year-old, sexy woman. Throughout history, there's been younger men attracted to older women, in the way Lance Armstrong was attracted to Sheryl Crow, a 9 year difference, Tim Robbins with Susanne Sarandon, a 12 year difference, Ashton Kutcher's attraction to Demi Moore, a 15 year difference, and Burt Reynolds with Dinah Shore, a 20 year age difference, just to name a few of the more famous. More comfortable in their skin, tired of the drama, and devoid of all the silly immature games, older women more appreciate a younger and harder body, after they've had a steady diet of Viagra induced erections. Younger men, no doubt, make older women feel younger, sexier, and more physically and emotionally desired.

Call me weird, but I call myself normal. Even though I've never admitted, until now, that I'm attracted to my Mom sexually, without all the incest getting in the way, it's really her friends that I more want. In the way my Mom drives my friends crazy with horniness, my Mom's sexy friends make me wild with lustful desire. Now that I suspect they are witches, I wonder if I've been put under a spell that makes me want to have sex with them. Better than a curse, if I've been enchanted to desire my Mom's sexy friends, then that's a spell that I don't mind being put under.

I wonder if the shoe was on the other foot, if my Mom wasn't my Mom but one of my Mom's friends, if I'd then want her then, too, in the way my friends want her and in the way that I want my Mom's friends. Probably. I love my Mom but, other than masturbating over her, I never wanted to have sex with her, that is, until now. In the way my friends constantly talk about hoping to see and/or seeing something of their mothers and/or showing something to their mothers that neither of them should see or be showing, incest is a never ending topic of conversation. Is it any wonder why I'm finally starting to catch and come down with the high sexual fever of incest? To be honest, I'm more attracted, an understatement, to my Mom's friends, three of her friends, in particular, Victoria, a tall, sexy brunette, Melissa, a short, chubby but pretty redhead, and Veronica, a knockout blonde that any man would give an arm and a leg to be naked in bed with her.

"Damien, put on your bathing trunks come outside with us," said my Mom, yelling up to my open window from outside. "He's in his room too much," said my Mom to her three friends.

Up in my room spying on my mother's three friends, I wonder if my Mom saw me spying on them. My favorite thing is to masturbate over all that my mother and her three friends are showing and all that I'm seeing. The odd thing about lusting over my mother's friends is, instead of lusting over them from afar, instead of imagining what they all look like without clothes, I've already seen them all topless and naked. Now, I had to wait until my erection dissipated, before going outside. I'd be so embarrassed for them to know that I had an erection.

"I'll be right out, Mom," I said putting on my bathing suit.

I wondered what they'd say if I went out there as naked as they are. I wondered what their reactions would be to see my hard, hairy cock. I wonder if they'd ask my Mom's permission to have sex with me?

"Allison, would you mind if we fucked your son?" I imagined her friends saying in unison. "Would it be okay for us to suck his cock?"

Every summer they all hang out back by my pool. Now that we've all moved to Australia, every winter, which is our summer, they hang out by the pool. I've even been out there with them in the backyard, serving them drinks, swimming in the pool with them, and putting suntan lotion on their backs and legs. Four forty-something-year-old women, eight beautiful breasts, basking in the hot sun would be most teenager's once in a lifetime sexual fantasy, only it's my everyday summertime reality.

I never look at my Mom's breasts in the way that I ogle her friends' breasts. Okay, for merely comparison sake, I do stare at my Mom's tits. I've seen my Mom's breasts so many times, lots of times, of course, but to me they are just breasts and not tits that I'd want to touch, feel, caress, and suck, in the way that I'd love to touch, feel, caress, and suck her friends' tits. Oh, my God, I'd do anything to have sex with any one of my Mom's sexy friends or all three of them. To be honest, I'd do my Mom, too, especially if she was part of the package deal. My sexual fantasy would be to have sex with my Mom and her three friends.

My friends beg me to invite them over, whenever her three friends are lounging out back by the pool topless, but I never do. Not wanting my friends to see the tits of my Mom's friends, it's funny how I'm more protective of their tits than I was of my Mom's tits, when I allowed them to see my Mom topless. Not sure why that is, but from their reactions of seeing my Mom's tits, they made me horny. They made me desire my Mom more. They finally made me want to have sex with my Mom.

"Damien, I see that your Mom's friends are over again," said my friend Steve.

"Yeah, so?" I looked at him with impatience.

"Are they topless?" Jim looked at me with horny eyes.

"Yeah, so?" I looked at him with exasperation.

"Can we come over and hang out in your room?" Tommy looked at me with begging eyes.

"Please," said Charlie.

"No, sorry," I said closing my front door and going up to my room.

Jealously possessive, I guess I want to keep her friends all for myself. Maybe I just don't want them ruining my sexual fantasy with their juvenile talk about what they'd like to do to each one of her friends. Spare me the dirty details, I already know what I'd like to do to each one of my Mom's friends. I don't need to hear and to know what they'd like to do.

Because of the Olympic size and the curved, angled shape of our swimming pool, along with the private cabana located in back, we have the best pool in the neighborhood. With the mature trees out back that shade part of the pool from the hot sun, some places are very private, while other parts of the pool are more exposed. My Mom has gone skinny dipping with her friends, as well as with her dates, more than once. My bedroom overlooks the pool and I can't tell you how many times I masturbated, not over my Mom but, over my Mom's friends, while watching them swimming naked in our pool. Oh, my God, for older women, they all have incredible bodies.

I'm not ashamed to write that I've masturbated many times over seeing Victoria's B cup tits, Melissa's D cup breasts, and Veronica's perfect C cup knockers. Definitely, I'm a breast man. Tits, whether big or small, especially shapely tits, are what excite me.

I went up to my room and watched my Mom's friends, while masturbating and fantasizing that I was having sex with them. After they took my cock in their mouths and sucked me, while allowing me to touch, feel, and caress their naked breasts and finger, twist, and turn their nipples, I'd do anything to cum all over their naked breasts. It's a fantasy of mine to have all three of my Mom's friends blow me, before allowing me to shoot my load of cum all over their six naked breasts. With a look of feigned shocked surprise on their faces, I'd love to watch them rub my warm cum all over their breasts and nipples. I'm just as crazed over my Mom's friends, as my friends are crazed over my Mom. Oh, yeah, I'd cream my Mom's beautiful C cup tits, too, if I could.

The three of them were in the pool skinny dipping. If my friends could see them all now, they'd have heart attacks. Even seeing Victoria, Melissa, and Veronica skinny dipping naked in the pool doesn't excite me in the way it does just to see their bare breasts, their areolas, and nipples. Without doubt, Veronica has the best body of the group. My Mom has great C cup breasts, too, but she's my Mom and, especially when her friends are around to capture my sexual excitement, I just can't go there, otherwise my Mom's body would be right up there with Veronica's hot body.

My Mom wants me to call her Allison, but I can't go there either. I guess she doesn't want anyone to know that she has a twenty-year-old son. I guess she wants everyone to think that she's thirty-something, instead of forty-something. Instead, whenever she asks me to call her Allison, I call her Mommy. I guess calling her Mommy is what started my sexual interest in my Mom.

"Mom? What's your plans for today?"

"Call my Allison, Damien," said my Mom flashing me a sexy smile, after I called her Mom and just before calling her Mommy.

"I can't do that, Mommy. That's just too weird for me," I said shrugging my shoulders and walking away.

Only, more than when I call her Mom, especially in front of one of her boyfriends, it really pisses her off, when I call her Mommy. Then, I wondered, maybe the reason why she wants me to call her Allison, instead of Mom, and especially instead of Mommy, is that she's attracted to me but uncomfortable with incest. For sure, I'd call her Allison, if she wasn't my Mom. I'd call her Allison, if she was naked and in bed with me.

"Suck my cock, Allison," I imagined saying to her. "Blow me."

Feeling awkwardly funny inside, guilty, I suppose, for being so sexually attracted to her, whenever my Mom is so exposed, I always look away. Now whenever she's topless, she gives me the courtesy and covers her breasts. Perhaps, it's for the best that neither one of us tempt fate, otherwise, for sure, we'd be in bed together having sex.

"Mom! Eww. Gees," I said looking away from her nakedness, even when I wanted to turn my head and stare, before pulling out my cock to masturbate over what she was showing.

"Don't be such a prude, Damien. You act as if you've never seen women's breasts before," she said staring at me. "Don't tell me you're a virgin, because if you are--"

"I'm not a virgin, Mom," I said sorry to have interrupted her.

I wondered, had I allowed her to finish the thought, what she may have said. Maybe she would have volunteered one of her friends to do me. I imagine licking Victoria's pussy. I imagined Veronica on her knees blowing me. I imagined touching, feeling, fondling, and caressing Melissa's big D cup breasts. Maybe, as her duty as a mother, she would have volunteered herself to fuck and suck me and to ease me into life as a sexual man for the first time.

I suppose, after she saw that seeing her naked breasts embarrassed me, we now have a more appropriate and comfortable mother and son relationship. For sure, even though my Mom is not shy about exposing her body to me, I don't think she'd cross the incestuous line and have sex with me. Only, sometimes she looks at me funny. Sometimes, looking as if she's horny and looking as if she wants me, she looks at me with lust.

Although, at times, when I'm so very horny, tempted to flash her, thinking about exposing myself to her, I wonder what her reaction would be to seeing me naked and to seeing my cock. Would she look? Would she stare? Would she look, before looking away or would she reach out and touch me? Would she stroke my cock, before taking me in her mouth? Would my own mother fuck me? God, I've been hanging around my friends too much.

Even though my Mom is close to both Victoria and Veronica, my Mom's best friend is Melissa. Weird. I don't know why that is. Even though Melissa is very attractive, she's the least attractive of the four women. I'd think that if I were a woman, maybe because in the way she looks and maybe because I'm so very attracted to her, I'd think my Mom's best friend would be Veronica, but she's not. In the way they so closely resemble one another, they could have been sisters. Yet, I'm not sure why Melissa is my Mom's best friend, but she is. Victoria is Veronica's best friend. They are as tight with one another as my Mom is close with Melissa.

I always see my Mom and Melissa sitting together and talking in whispered hushes in the same way that Victoria and Veronica do, too. Just as I'd think Victoria and Veronica were, if I didn't know better, I'd think my Mom had a lesbian connection with Melissa, but I know she doesn't. My Mom loves men. My Mom loves cock. Once my Dad died and she got the house, the cars, his stock portfolio, everything, she's financially free to play the field again and she does. As if her libido has come alive, after years of being faithfully married, she's with a different man nearly every night. I can't tell you how many times I caught my Mom and/or nearly caught my Mom having sex with a man, usually giving him a blowjob.

"Oh, sorry, Mom," I said turning off the living room light, after being surprised by her on the couch, on the floor, and/or on her knees.

"Oh, I didn't know you were home, Damien. This is Jack, Dave, Tom, Dick, Harry, whoever," she'd say introducing her male friend to me, while covering up her breasts. As if the she doesn't want her men to know that she walks around me practically naked, the only time she covers her naked breasts is when I catch her with a man.

Obviously my Mom loves sucking cock because, whenever I catch her doing something sexy, she has her head in some guy's lap, while making slurping and sucking sounds. I freely admit, seeing my Mom sucking some Dude's cock is exciting and I admit that I've spied on my Mom and watched her blowing someone, while I masturbated to the sexual show. To be honest, I love watching the guy putting a hand to the back of my Mom's head, while playing with her big tits, fucking her face, and humping her mouth, before he shoots his load of gooey cum in her mouth. Always she swallows and always, she licks him clean. Yet, I masturbated over my Mom giving a blowjob not because I wanted her to suck my cock, but because the sight of a woman, any woman, sucking a cock was exciting. Even though it was my Mom sucking some Dude's cock, it was the same excitement that I'd feel watching any woman giving some guy a blowjob.

Who am I kidding? When watching my Mom suck some guy's cock, I wish she was sucking my cock. Now that I've caught my Mom giving blowjobs so many times, I can't help but wonder if she wanted me to catch her. I can't help but wonder if she wanted me to watch her. Maybe she knows I'm there watching her suck some guy's cock. Maybe, just as I think of her sucking my cock, she thinks of me, while sucking someone else. Oh, my God, the incestuous stuff that goes through my mind is making me crazy. After watching my Mom blow some guy, my dream fantasy would be for one of her friends or all of her friends to give me a blowjob.

"Suck my cock, Victoria. Suck my cock, Veronica. Suck my cock, Melissa," I imagine saying, while masturbating over the imagine of Victoria, Veronica, and/or Melissa on their knees. With one hand to the back of their pretty heads, I imagine fondling their tits and fingering their nipples with my other hand.

Oh, yeah, I'd love to feel Victoria's B cup breasts, while my cock was buried in her mouth. I'd love to finger and twist Veronica's erect nipples, while I humped her mouth and fucked her face. I'd love to feel the weight of Melissa's D cup breasts, before I shot my load of oozy cum in her mouth. Oh, yeah, my Mom's friends are who turn me on and not my Mom.

Sadly, my Mom's life wasn't always so perfect. Before my Dad died, they had horrible fights. Constantly arguing, he had been unfaithful with a younger woman, his twenty-something-year-old secretary and he wanted a divorce. He wanted to dump my 42-year-old mother to start a new life with a woman that was only a few years older than me. Scandalously, how could my Mom possibly compete with a woman nearly half her age? She couldn't. My Dad always wanted more children and, lucky to be born alive, I was the only child my mother could have.

Even though my Mom told me that my Dad had always cheated on her, I suspect my Dad seriously starting cheating, that is, with marriage in mind, when my Mom's mother got sick with breast cancer. My Mom, an only child like me, was practically living on the other side of town at her mother's house, while caring for her. Sometimes, she'd sleep there and we wouldn't see her for a few days. Then, when she finally came home, as if her life had been sucked out of her body, she'd just collapse in bed. During that time, it was as if I didn't have a mother and my Dad didn't have a wife.

With my Dad being alone, lonely, and, no doubt, feeling neglected, and with him being around his secretary, Anne, more than his wife, his sexual needs overpowered his commonsense and it was then that he was tempted by a younger and prettier woman. The same, sad, old, sexy story, Dad was only interested in Anne because of the sex and because she, no doubt, made him feel younger and wanted. She was after my Dad, no doubt, because he had money. I suspected she loved his lifestyle more than she loved him.

During that time of my grandmother's illness, Victoria and Veronica were her best friends, albeit Victoria and Veronica were still closer to one another than they were to my Mom. A time just before my Mom met Melissa, when my Mom was caring for her mother, the odd thing is that her friends, Victoria and Veronica, never came by the house. I would have figured they would have taken pity on my Dad and I and brought us a hot meal. Actually, I was hoping that Victoria or Veronica would come to the house when my Dad wasn't here, so that I could make my move on one or both of them. I was hoping they'd want to go for a swim in the pool, topless, of course. Only, even though they visited with my Mom at her mother's house and even though they talked on the phone daily, they never came by the house, when my Mom wasn't here. I figured it was because of my Dad cheating on my Mom that they didn't want to visit with me.

I've seen his sexy secretary, a very pretty, red hot blonde with big tits, a tiny waist, and a shapely ass. If there's a modern day version of Loni Anderson, when she played Jennifer Elizabeth Marlowe, in WKRP Cincinnati, she's it. To be honest, I don't blame my Dad for doing her. If I was my Dad, I'd want to fuck her, too. Yet, she looks the type, once she gets what she wants from my Dad, she'll be gone with another man, one more her age.

In hindsight and in the realm of what were you thinking, maybe he just should have fucked her and left it at that, instead of wanting to divorce my Mom to marry her. He should have just had the affair and ended it. Then, when my grandmother died, he could have just returned to my Mom and continued with his life, as if nothing happened, but he didn't. He didn't have to marry Anne, but it was obvious that he was in love. The look in his eyes was the thing that devastated my Mom. She knew he loved his secretary.

At the time before his death, he was 20 years older than his secretary, Anne. Maybe he was going through a midlife crisis and hoping to recapture his youth by falling in love with a much younger woman. I don't know. He did buy a Porsche, after all, a cool convertible, which is my car now, as my Mom prefers driving her dowdy Mercedes.

My grandmother never liked my Dad, an understatement. They never had anything good to say about one another or to one another and he routinely called her a witch not only behind her back but also to her face. She only came around when my Dad was at work or out of town on a business trip. Eerily scary, my grandmother had a sixth sense about people and I always wondered if there wasn't some truth to what my Dad said about my grandmother being a witch. Not that my grandmother looked like a witch, but what exactly does a witch look like anyway, especially when considering the witches we watched on television with Elizabeth Montgomery in Bewitched, Nicole Kidman in Practical Magic and the remake of Bewitched, and, of course, Cher, Susan Sarandon, and Michelle Pfeiffer in the Witches of Eastwick. If all witches looked like them, I'd never be afraid of witches. Nonetheless, my grandmother was seldom wrong when summing up someone's character and she pegged my Dad as a cheater from the start, no doubt, before he was even unfaithful to my Mom.

Only, at a time when my Mom needed my Dad, he wasn't there for her. With my grandmother barely 65-years-old, too young to die, my Mom was losing her mother and I was losing my grandmother, while my Dad was having a sordid love affair with his sexy secretary. That's just wrong. He's so nasty.

I found out later that his secretary was pregnant, which is how she tricked my Dad into marrying her, no doubt. I found out later that he always had affairs, lots of affairs. He even had an affair when my Mom was pregnant with me. Can you imagine that? That's just wrong. That's just so nasty. Too busy with his girlfriend, he didn't even make it to the hospital in time to witness the birth of me. This last affair, a love affair, especially with a woman so very young, too young, was the last straw.

To be honest, for all the misery my Dad put my Mom through I'm glad he's dead. Only, it came as a shock when he died. He was only 45-years-old.

The day before my Dad died, my grandmother, knowing she was going to die, too, asked to see my Dad alone in her hospital room. I'll never forget it because it was Halloween. My Mom and I thought it was a strange request, since they never got along, but arranged for my Dad to visit her mother. We figured that, perhaps, she wanted to give my Dad a bit of advice or some last words of admonishment for all the hurt he caused her daughter. We even figured that, perhaps, she was leaving him something in her will, as she was just as wealthy as was my Dad.Only, after he visited my grandmother, instead of returning to work, my Dad came home from work. He said he wasn't feeling well. He said he was tired. He said he just needed to rest. He said he'd feel better after he took a nap. Only, he slept through the afternoon and through the night. He slept forever and he never woke up the next morning.

The coroner said that he died of a massive heart attack. The strange thing is that he died around the same time my grandmother passed and around the same time his sexy secretary had a fatal one car accident on her way home from work. The three deaths, my grandmother succumbing to cancer, my Dad dying of a heart attack, and his secretary killed in a one car accident, would be just a coincidence, if it wasn't so odd. Just as coincidental as the three deaths, it was coincidental how my Mom befriended Melissa and Veronica. Just as Melissa came into my mother's life the next morning, when she knocked on the door to give my Mom her condolences, Victoria became friends with Veronica, at a time when her mother had passed, too. The four have been best friends ever since.

Now, I'm not one to believe in witchcraft and reincarnation, but if I did believe in any of that, I'd think that my grandmother killed my Dad to use his soul to be reincarnated. Further, I truly believe that my mother had a hand in helping her mother return to life as Melissa. Moreover, it wouldn't surprise me if, by some spell or potion, my grandmother and/or my mother had a hand in killing his sexy secretary, so that she could use Anne to make Victoria's mother return from the dead as Veronica. Nonetheless, the fact that my grandmother is now my Mom's age and her best friend is weird, just as the fact that Victoria and Veronica are all part of this little conclave of friends is equally as weird, too.