Sex With My Mom's Friends--Brandon and Sasha-- Part 3 - Sex Stories

Sex With My Mom's Friends--Brandon and Sasha-- Part 3

We arrived in Sunnyvale the day before Mom's procedure. She was happy to see us, but saved her biggest joy at finally meeting Sasha for the first time. To say that Mom was impressed with Sasha would be a major understatement. The way she carried on with her, you'd think that she was her long-lost daughter. In a way, I believe that probably summed up Mom's feelings, because I had never seen her quite so happy in a long time. Sasha certainly did her part, making sure that Mom's favorite flowers were delivered to her house before we arrived. Once we got there, she tended to Mom's every wish, waiting on her as if the roles were somehow reversed and Mom was the visitor, although "visitor" was a term which needn't apply. From the second Sasha walked through the door Mom considered her family. We had dinner at Mom's place that first night, prepared by Sasha. It was my first chance to see my love in action in the kitchen, and she was a natural. She explained that her mother had her helping in their kitchen from almost the time she could walk. She learned a lot from her mother, and it was obvious from the way she meticulously prepared our meal that night. "Sasha," Mom said as we were having coffee after the meal. "Please tell me about your mother. I have a feeling that she was quite a woman." "She was that," said Sasha. "She was in charge right up until the day she died. Even when she was sick in the hospital she fussed about everything at home, making sure that Dad and I were ...

... keeping the place looking good and even inquiring about our watering schedule with her plants. But first and foremost with her was her love for Dad and me. Mom loved me very much and was my best friend growing up, but she always gave me room to breathe. She was interested in everything I did, but she wasn't the hovering type. She knew that it was important that I had outside interests, but she taught me the value of friendship, and of nurturing the friendships that I had established." "She sounds like someone I would have liked," said Mom. "I think that if I had met her we would have been good friends." Sasha and I cleaned up the dishes while Mom rested. She didn't like us doing all of the work, but Sasha insisted. In just this short time here, Mom acquiesced to everything Sasha suggested. It was as if they had known each other a lot longer than one afternoon. When we were done I went up to see Mom. "Mom, I have a question." "What is it, Brandon?" "You seem to trust Sasha a lot. How can that be when you've only met a few hours ago?" Mom chuckled at what I had to say. "Brandon, just because we only physically met doesn't mean we are strangers. Your dear Sasha has been in contact with me ever since you two declared your love for each other. It began with an e-mail, but we soon began to talk on the cell phone every day. She wanted to learn more about you, and wanted to begin a friendship with me." "I don't know what to say, Mom. I had no idea." "Brandon, she is one of the most ...