So we were invited to Kate's house for New Years Eve. And Zoe was invited as well. I made it perfectly plain to Kate that this was not going to be a revelation evening for Zoe. Kate said it was fine, she'd just smoke us up and we'd see what happened. Zoe already knows about Liam, and as long as Liam kept his hands off his mom, we were golden.
Liam, by way of update, has been enjoying himself at college, but has no steady thing. According to him, college girls don't know what they're doing. He swore me to secrecy before talking with me about it because he doesn't want Kate to get jealous, and frankly, I understand where he's coming from. Anyway, he has not bedded any nubile young things, at least that he's admitting, but he has fucked a teacher, though that's all I could get out of him on the subject. I told him to be careful but I wasn't judging.
In another positive, Kevin was going to be out with his boyfriend. I don't think they're old enough to be partying on New Years Eve like I'm sure they are, but Kate is much more laissez faire as a parent, and while I wish we could have seen Kevin, it made things simpler as far as awkwardness with Zoe was concerned.
Of course, when we got there Kate was already packing a pipe. No, that's not innuendo: she was filling a rather large-bowled pipe with copious amounts of marijuana. She was also less clothed than ideal, and I started to regret accepting the invitation.
But after we all smoked, Liam included, things mellowed out and we just hung out and talked. It was nice. At a certain point Liam did start feeling me up a little, but it wasn't super obvious and Zoe knows that Kate knows that Liam fucks me, so...?
I was also extremely fucked up by this point because I am a very cheap date when it comes to pot, so I may not have been making the best decisions. Ah well. At least if Liam was fooling around with me he wasn't fooling around with his mom, which would raise a whole lot of questions I wasn't prepared to answer.
It got a bit later and I got a lot hornier and higher, to the point where if I didn't do something about the former, the latter was going to have me whipping things out in public. And while everyone except Zoe would have been okay with that, we needed to preserve that fiction, right gals? So I whispered in his ear to meet me in his room, then excused myself to the bathroom. I don't think anyone was fooled when he excused himself shortly thereafter, but fuck it, it's New Years Eve and I wanted to get laid.
We wound up fucking on his bed, which is odd because usually when I'm over at Kate's everyone fucks in the living room or on the big bed. But I didn't think it was a great idea to introduce the wrinkle of us fucking in the family bed in case Zoe happened to walk in. It was a stoned fuck, which meant that I was a space case and felt like I was experiencing everything through a layer of smoke, but it was still nice, and he enjoyed being able to be a little rough with my ass. I lost track of time, and then suddenly Sveta was lying next to me.
"What?" I think were both my word and my expression.
"Oh, Kate kicked me out of the living room. She said she's going to show Zoe a good time since she's not getting to partake of this shindig."
"You mean she and Zoe..."
"Mom's fucking Zoe? Damn it, I want to see that," said Liam, sounding a little petulant.
"You're just jealous because you can't fuck Zoe," said Sveta, grinning.
So yeah, turns out that Liam and I fooled absolutely no one when it came to our stealth tactics, which gave rise to Zoe feeling extremely awkward but also asking Kate if she was okay with it. Fortunately we all rehearsed our stories. I feel terrible lying to her, but... yeah.
But it meant that Sveta, Liam, and Lexi were exiled to his room, which was fine with him. When Sveta intimated that she'd enjoy a little anal attention too, Liam was even more fine with that. So wifey and I got buttfucked in sequence and in tandem.
Then it was 11:46 or something like that and we rushed into our clothes because Kate was calling us to come to the living room for the ball drop. New Years Rockin' Eve or whatever had been playing in the background the whole evening. Well, no, that can't be true because they don't start it that early, but something had been on the TV in the background, and now it was ball drop time.
When we went out, Kate and Zoe were sitting together unabashedly naked. That wasn't part of the plan, but Zoe seemed okay with it, so we left it at that. When New Years hit, Kate wanted to kiss everyone. She deep-throated Zoe's tongue for a few moments, then gave Sveta and me the same treatment, and then, God help us all, gave the same treatment to her son. Zoe seemed pretty out of it but it was hard to miss his hand sneaking up and copping a feel on his mom's tit.
Kate offered more pot, and I was so high at this point that I couldn't say no, so we all smoked again. Then Kate said, "Now go away again," with a laugh and went in for Zoe, and we ushered poor Liam out of the room but not in time for him not to see his mom going down on Zoe.
"Why don't we just tell her?" asked Liam in his room.
"Because it's one thing for you two to be comfortable around each other, and it's another for her to know that you fuck," I said, or something like that. I was all floaty. Sveta was backing me up because she's made of sturdier stuff. We distracted Liam from thoughts of going back into the living room and joining in by plying him with blowjobs and then letting him slide his cock between our two pressed-together pussies, then thrusting into one, then the other, until I was really out of it and I'd probably cum several times, to say nothing of the amount of his cum pouring out of both of our pussies.
I passed out at that point, woke up much later, much soberer but still high, with Sveta and Liam passed out next to me. I almost woke up on the floor because his bed is not large. That, more than anything, propelled me into the living room, naked as a jay bird, to find Kate and Zoe passed out naked on the floor. I fell asleep on the couch, woke up still later with a blanket over me.
We finally left later on New Years Day, resisting the temptation to stay over again and do the whole thing over again, or who knows, maybe more. Zoe didn't say anything about the evening's festivities for several days, then she started apologizing to me about it until I told her to stop. I still don't know how much she remembers of Kate and Liam. If she brings it up, we'll figure out what to do then. Until then, it was fun.
