New GF's mom

I was either 17 or 18, and dating a girl my age who had a smoking hot body. I picked her up at her house and met her mom for the first time. She looked like an older and slightly heavier version of her daughter. I can’t remember if it was my uncle or one of my friends’ dads who gave me the sage advice to always check out a girlfriend’s mom so I knew what the future held. The future looked pretty good there.

We went out, had some pizza, watched a movie (which I had to rewatch later because we were busy making out), parked for a while, made out some more, and then took her back home before her curfew. I didn’t have to be home yet, so she invited me in for a Coke.

She unlocked the door, let us in, and called, “Mom, we’re back.” No answer. She shrugged, “She must have already gone to bed.” We took our shoes off in the entryway there, and we kissed a bit more. She took me by the hand and led me down a short hall that connected to the dining room where I could see the kitchen beyond it. The lights were on in both rooms. In the dining room, I glanced to my left which looked like the living room, where there was a lamp turned on beside the couch facing me. On the couch was her mom asleep lying on her side facing us… completely naked.

I of course stopped midstride when my jaw hit the floor. I don’t think my girlfriend had noticed her mom, because I remember feeling her tug at my arm. When I didn’t move, she must have seen her mom.

“Oh crap,” she sighed. Letting go of my hand, she walked over to the couch and took the quilt off of the back of the couch and covered her mother. “Sorry,” she said quietly. “She sleeps like that a lot.” Then she went over to the fridge.

I probably stood there and blinked dumbly for a moment before following her. We leaned up against the counter and drank our Cokes as an uncomfortable silence ensued. Once I noticed how embarrassed my date looked, I started guzzling my pop, planning to go ahead and leave. Tipping back the can to finish off the last of it, I lowered it just in time to see her mother walk out of the living room still naked coming toward us.

She didn’t look totally awake, but still asked us if we had a good time. My date said we had and mentioned the movie and pizza. Her mom said that was good. I thought she was going to walk right up to us and stop to chat, but she turned to the left towards another doorway which presumably connected to the bedrooms. Without really glancing back, she informed us, “I’m going to bed. Your sister is already in bed in your room, so the living room is all yours.”

I hastily swallowed the pop that I’d been holding in my mouth all that time and almost choked. I could hear a bedroom door shut.

At this point, I was completely in shock, so I glanced at the clock and said that I probably needed to head home. I put my shoes back on, and we kissed briefly by the door. I most certainly didn’t run to my car, but I walked to it with a very purposeful stride.

About halfway home, I snorted then started laughing about how strangely absurd that situation had been with her mom being naked. I replayed the whole scene through my head, then realized something which made me pull off the road and stop the car. I thumped my head against the steering wheel a few times calling myself an idiot and a dumbass. I knew my girlfriend shared a bedroom with her sister. Her mom wasn’t saying that she needed to sleep in the living room tonight, she had been saying that the living room was free for us to use with everyone else in the house asleep in bed.

Something always seemed odd about this situation, but I always chalked it up to embarrassment (either my girlfriend’s or mine).