Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son by tw_holt
Explore the tantalizing erotic tale in 'Former Playboy Playmates Part 3: Diane and Son' by tw_holt. Dive into a captivating narrative filled with desire and intimate connections that push boundaries. Join Diane on her seductive journey as she navigates complex relationships. Perfect for fans of passionate storytelling and adult romance. Read now for an unforgettable experience!<br/>
Mom and son take a wild trip to Las Vegas. Plans, ulterior motives. , Author’s note: This is part of series involving fictional former Playboy Playmates. They are all sisters and will each have two stories – the first one will be interracial, the second will be incest.
Diane is introduced in my other story: The Challenge 4. It’s not necessary to read that story but you may think it’s neat to learn a few things about her from it. Her first story (part 2) in this series is a short interracial one where she has some naughty fun.
The events of this story take place a couple months after part 2 in this series. This story also takes place the year before The Challenge series of stories. As a warning, there is quite a bit of dramatic irony in this one. The reader will know things some of the characters do not.
Finally, this story takes place right before Rachael’s Year begins. To learn more of Ronnie’s exploits feel free to read her interracial story next.
Editing thanks go to Todger65.
Former Playmates Pt. 03: Diane and Son
Chapter 1
Elliot rolled his eyes, listening to his older sister Valerie, drone on and on about their mother. She was begging Elliot to spend more time with Diane, complaining about the man, Ronnie, she was seeing, explaining how she didn’t like her mother’s dating situation.
“Please? Look, the only reason she’s seeing Ronnie is because he’s younger and it makes her feel younger. But he’s just using her, for uh, well – ” Valerie paused.
“It’s not my problem. It’s her life, she can date who she wants. She always has,” Elliot sighed, not wanting to hear so much personal information about his mother’s sex life. He recounted several instances where he knew his mother was unfaithful to her now, ex-husband – Elliot’s stepfather. She would go out on dates, attended events, and go out of town on short trips. During Elliot’s 20s he was able to put two and two together. Now at 30 he shrugged off his mother, Diane’s, dating life, realizing that she can do what she wants and if she was as unfaithful as he suspected, he turned out just fine.
“I just don’t like this guy. He’s smug, he’s arrogant, he tries to be funny, he’s – ” Valerie was interrupted by an annoyed Elliot.
“You just don’t like the dude because he’s black,” He suggested, not totally sure if that was the case.
“No! I don’t care about that,” Valerie replied. “I just think he’s bad news. It doesn’t matter what his skin color is.”
“Whatever,” Elliot said. He checked the time on his phone. He had to pick up his wife, Cassie, from the nursing home she was a nurse at. Her car was in the shop getting repair work done.
“I have to go soon. I don’t know what you want me to do. I can take her to dinner I guess,” Elliot rolled his eyes.
Sensing that Elliot was becoming increasingly annoyed, Valerie decided to play another card, “Look she’s been talking about you a lot the past few months. She wouldn’t want me to say this, but she really wants to be closer to you.”
“What do you mean?” Elliot asked. His mother had been acting different around him. She would call him more often, she would invite him over for dinner more, she would text him, send him cute emails and since she apparently confided in his sister that she wanted to have a closer relationship with him – it made sense now.
“Yeah. She has mentioned to me several times about how you and her weren’t super close and she wants to change that, so you need to go over to her house and spend more time with her. I want her to forget about this sleaze ball she’s seeing!”
“Why would she dump some guy just because her son is around more often?” Elliot asked.
“Well they aren’t boyfriend/girlfriend, so there would be no dumping. Trust me, if you spend more time with her, like taking her to the beach, or to dinner or whatever – based on how she’s talked about you, she’ll forget all about Ronnie,” Valerie explained.
“I don’t know,” Elliot trailed off. There was something else about his mother that made him feel uncomfortable. The silly texts, emails, and phone calls were fine, but when they did see each other every once in awhile, Diane seemed different. She was more affectionate, giving longer, stronger hugs, lingering kisses on the cheek, occasional pecks on the lips. It wasn’t horrible, by any means, just not something Elliot was used to.
Stopping by her home a few weeks ago, Elliot was visibly uncomfortable sitting next to Diane on the couch. When Cassie was in the bathroom, Diane would chat with him about his weekend, rubbing his thigh slowly, almost seductively, abruptly stopping with Cassie entered the living room from the hallway. Little things like that caused him to feel weird. It didn’t help matters that his mother, a 52 year old, blonde bombshell and former playboy playmate, still looked incredible. Yes she dyed her hair, constantly watched what she ate, exercised almost daily, but still looked amazing with only slight wrinkles around her mouth, eyes, and forehead. Elliot couldn’t deny, if asked, that she was a beautiful older woman.
When he and his wife left her house that day to head home, Diane slapped Elliot’s butt as he walking out her front door, causing him to smile awkwardly back at her beaming face. Getting into his car, he waved at her, glancing briefly at her huge breasts when he drove by, noticing the large amount of cleavage on display from her pink pajama tank top.
Shaking the memory from his head, Elliot drifted back to the present, where his sister was still going on and on about Ronnie. He hadn’t been paying attention and when he tuned back into the conversation he immediately felt uncomfortable again.
“Her house was a mess. A total mess. Her bedroom was in shambles. There’s no telling how long and hard her and Ronnie were going at it and I – ” Valerie was saying.
“Ok! Ok! I get the picture. Too much info!” Elliot said; he’d had enough of this. “Alright, I’ll stop by and see her and we’ll figure this out, ok? Satisfied?”
“Yes, I think this’ll be great. For both of you,” Valerie answered.
“I’ll stop by later tonight. Cassie will no doubt go to bed early, so instead of being bored, I’ll just go over there I suppose,” Elliot told Valerie.
“Good! Spend a nice Friday evening with her. Maybe check in first to make sure she cancels any plans she may have with Ronnie, alright?” Valerie suggested.
“Ok I will,” Elliot said. They ended their phone call, Elliot grabbed his keys and left to pick up Cassie from her work. She yawned on the way home, tired as usual, quiet as usual.
Elliot rolled his eyes at Cassie. He had been working out more, eating healthier, losing 20 pound and slimming down a bit. It seemed to have no effect on his wife. He doubted she even noticed. He recounted the last six years with her. She was never a sex fiend, but he wasn’t either. She never gave many compliments early on in their relationship, other than that she liked his blue eyes and dirty blonde short hair. He almost started exploring questions about why they married when she coughed a few times shaking him from his trance.
At a stop light he remembered he needed to check with his mother before heading over there. He took out his phone and texted her a quick message to ask if she wanted to hang out that night.