A.M.
Waking up in my mother`s bed, the morning after my father`s funeral, I had received an early phone call from my wife. Acting on impulse, I had turned my phone onto video call and aimed it at Mom`s face, snuggled against my shoulder.
For anyone who thinks these things matter, I am forty, my wife is thirty-nine, Mom is sixty-three.
“Morning, Jean,” Sandra said.
“Morning, Sandra,” Mom said.
“I see he`s been looking after you,” Sandra said.
“One thing led to another,” Mom said.
If Mom was embarrassed she did not show it. She smiled and spoke straight into the camera. Indeed, she stroked my cheek and planted a brief kiss on it.
I held my phone at arm`s length, so that both our faces could be seen.
“I`m so sorry I couldn`t make it to the funeral, Jean,” Sandra said. “It must have been some sort of bug. I spent most of yesterday on the toilet.”
“Are you okay now?” Mom said.
“Fine, thanks,” Sandra said. “I`ll be over this afternoon. Phil can pick me up from the station.”
“He has his uses,” Mom said. She turned my face gently to hers and kissed me again, but this time on the lips. Our tongues met. I could feel her warm breasts against my chest.
There was a pause. Not an uncomfortable pause. On the contrary, one of pleasurable anticipation.
“This is kind of hot,” Sandra said.
By stating the obvious, she had set us all free to follow our desires. Mom and I kissed again, our tongues intertwining. Beneath the sheets, she flung a leg across me and began to massage my tumescent cock beneath her nylon-encased thigh.
“Are you alone, Sandy?” I said, when Mom and I finally broke our kiss.
“Of course I`m fucking alone,” Sandra said. “I don`t instantly drag someone into our bed just because you`re away for the night, Phil.”
Sandra spoke with some feeling. Clearly, she was feeling piqued. Left out, perhaps. An olive branch was required.
“I meant, is your dad there?” I said. Sandra and her father were very close. It was not impossible that he had popped over in my absence.
“In bed with me?”
“No! That`s not what I meant at all!” I was making matters worse. I stopped gazing into Mom`s eyes to give Sandra my full attention.
“All I meant was, are you still in bed?”
“As a matter of fact, I`m not,” Sandra said, a smile playing around her lips. “If you must know, I was trying to work out what to wear this afternoon.”
She propped the phone up, so that we could see her sitting on the edge of the bed. She was wearing a fluffy, pink bathrobe and running a pair of stockings thoughtfully through her hands.
“What do you think, Jean?” she said.
“I love nylons,” Mom said. “And pantyhose, I`d have to see them on to decide, though.”
“I have pantyhose, too,” Sandra said. This was an understatement. Entire drawers in our bedroom were filled with lingerie of one sort or another.
She leaned forward and began to rummage in the dressing table. As she did so, her bathrobe fell open to reveal her small, perfectly-formed bosoms. The pink areolas terminated in long, pink nipples.
Mom gave a sharp intake of breath. “They`re so beautiful,” she said.
Sandra looked up, confused. “Oh, you mean my tits,” she said. “I`m glad you like them, Jean.” She reached inside her robe and began gently to massage her breasts. Her nipples hardened visibly.
As she watched. Mom absentmindedly began to play with my own nipples, squeezing and pulling them between her fingers. She lowered her head and began to suck them, simultaneously pulling down the bedclothes so that Sandra could see what she was doing.
“He likes that,” Sandra said, pulling her own nipples harder.
“He likes this, too,” Mom said, clamping her mouth over a nipple and biting gently.
It was an exquisite sensation. I moaned and pressed Mom`s head closer.
“You`re good at that, Jean,” Sandra said.
“His father used to like it,” Mom said.
“Dirty old sod,” Sandra said.
“He was,” Mom said. “God rest him.”
It was a touching moment, and we paused momentarily to remember a side of my father not generally known.
“Do you know what else he likes?” Sandra said, returning to the theme.
“Tell me,” Mom said, momentarily releasing my nipple from the vice-like grip of her incisors.
“He likes it when I put clothes pegs on his nipples.”
“Really?” Mom said, looking up in disbelief.
“The tighter the better,” Sandra said. “As a matter of fact, I quite like it myself.” As if to demonstrate the point, Sandra pulled and squeezed her nipples harder than ever.
“That`s something I`d like to try,” Mom said, involuntarily licking her lips as Sandra continued to toy with her nipples. “Have I got time to nip to the kitchen for some pegs, Sandra?”
“Not if I`m going to catch that train,” Sandra said, laughing. “Another time, maybe.”
Mom meanwhile had raised herself up so that her magnificent breasts swung free.
“My God, you`ve got great tits, Jean,” Sandra said.
Sitting up further, kepez escort Mom cupped her pendulous bosoms and jiggled them up and down, squeezing her long, brown nipples between thumb and forefinger. I couldn`t believe what I was seeing. My quietly-spoken, church-going mother playing with her tits like a brazen stripper.
“Thank you, Sandra,” she said.
The bedclothes had now fallen off completely, and Mom was revealed, straddling my abdomen, wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and a suspender belt. I focussed the camera on her pussy, with its thin covering of grey stubble, and the red tip of my swollen cock emerging from beneath it.
“I see you kept your stockings on,” Sandra said.
“By special request,” Mom said.
“Well, it seems to have had the desired effect,” Sandra said.
Mom looked down and seemed to notice my engorged member for the first time. She gave a little laugh and in a sinuous motion began to gently slide her moist pussy lips backwards and forwards along it. It was absolute bliss, and before long a thin trickle of precum oozed from my slit.
“Mmmm,” Mom said, slithering down between my legs. “Breakfast.”
Taking the shaft of my penis in her hand, she delicately licked the droplets of precum from the tip, then ran her tongue several times up and down its full length, before taking the head into her warm mouth.
“Weren`t you about to show us some tights, Sandra?” Mom said, briefly interrupting her feast.
“I`ve got a better idea,” Sandra said. “Something else he likes.”
I was getting used to being referred to in the third person, almost as if I wasn`t there. But as Mom resumed her expert sucking of my cock, I did not complain.
Sandra stood up and let her bathrobe fall to the floor. She was completely naked, her shaved pussy proudly on display.
Inserting her hand into one of the stockings she was still holding, she moved it slowly down her abdomen towards her pussy. She parted her legs slightly and with the fingers of her other hand held her pussy open. Her clitoral hood was enlarged, the tiny pink tip of the clitoris just visible. Her long inner lips dangled tantalisingly from her smooth outer labia.
Slowly and seductively, she ran a nylon-covered finger the length of her slit, then began to trace circles round her clit. A brief tremor ran through her body.
“I want to watch you fuck him,” she said.
Mom, who had been vigorously pumping my cock as she watched Sandra`s performance, now positioned her self with a knee on either side of me, her wet pussy hovering over my straining cock. With her eyes glued to the phone screen, she slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing member and began to move slowly up and down.
“God, Jean that`s so hot,” Sandra said.
“I`ve never had anyone watch me before,” Mom said.
“And how do you like it?”
“Very much indeed,” Mom said, moving faster on my cock.
My wife parted her legs further and teased the exposed nub of her clitoris with her stockinged fingers.
“That must feel wonderful,” Mom said,
“You can`t imagine,” Sandra said.
For a minute or two the only sound was the quiet moaning of the two women, and the wet slap of my cock as it sank deep into my mother`s cunt.
“How does he feel?” Sandra said.
“Wonderful,” Mom said. “Longer than his father but not so thick.”
I thought that was a fair assessment. The little extra length Mom was talking about meant that, at the end of every stroke, the head of my cock sank deep into Mom`s billowing cervix, so that at moments I felt I might penetrate that too. Who needs thickness?
I held the camera closer, so that Sandra would see the wet shaft of my cock plunging in and out of Mom`s dripping pussy. Part of me wished I didn`t have to bother with the phone, but another part of me found the fact Sandra was watching the most exciting part.
Leaning back slightly so that she could support herself with one hand on my thigh, Mom reached down with the other hand and began to rub her clit. Her moans grew louder.
“Don`t cum just yet, Jean,” Sandra said. “I want to join you.”
Bringing her phone closer, she lay back on the bed, raised her legs and opened them wide, displaying her wet pussy to the camera. Still rubbing her clit with one stockinged hand, she began slowly to feed the other nylon into the petalled opening of her vagina.
“Christ, Sandra,” Mom said. “That`s so hot.”
Mom`s moaning took on a higher pitch, and Sandra`s groans grew louder as she stuffed the last of the stocking inside her hungry snatch. For myself, I had been gritting my teeth for the last ten minutes. It was clear that none of us could last much longer.
“Listen,” Sandra said. “I`m going to start pulling this stocking out of my pussy. Very slowly. I want you to watch it. And no-one`s to cum till it`s all out. Got it?”
Mom and I nodded our assent, and Sandra began to pull the nylon, with excruciating slowness, from the wet depths of her dripping cunt. The stocking glistened keşan escort with her juices and seemed to go on for ever as it passed between her swollen labia.
Finally, dragging a trail of mucus behind it, the end of the stocking emerged. All three of us erupted simultaneously. Mom`s pussy spasmed round my cock as I shot spurt after spurt of thick spunk deep in her vagina. Sandra moaned and fell back on the bed, her legs quivering.
When the last tremors had subsided, we lay still for a long time, gathering our breath. It was Sandra who roused herself first.
“I never did decide what I was going to wear,” she said.
P.M.
“Sneak preview,” Mom said, coming down the stairs.
She slowly raised the hem of her little black dress above her knees and up her thighs. I waited with twitching cock for a glimpse of stocking top and suspender, but as Mom continued to slide the dress higher, it became clear that she was wearing tights.
I was not disappointed. Mom habitually wore stockings or tights to work and just continued the habit at home. On the few occasions that I had been allowed to put my hand up Mom`s skirt, I had enjoyed feeling her pussy through the nylon of her tights just as much as exploring her bare thighs and panties above her stocking tops.
Now, as she paused halfway down the stairs, raising her dress ever higher, she seemed acutely aware of the seductive power of her nylon-clad legs. The tights she had selected were darker than usual. They were in fact almost black, and looked extremely thin. Indeed, as Mom lifted her skirt almost up to her waist, the bulge of her mons and the outline of her pussy lips were clearly visible through the almost transparent nylon.
“Mom!” I said. “You`re not wearing any knickers!”
“Do you think it`s too much?” Mom said.
“Not at all,” I said. “It certainly works for me (Mom couldn`t fail to have noticed the bulge in my chinos) and I`m sure Sandra will agree.”
Reassured, Mom let her dress fall and descended the final few steps.
“You`d better go and fetch her, then,” she said, giving me a peck on the cheek. She held the front door open for me and gave my cock a quick squeeze as I passed.
Setting off for the station, I glanced in the rear view mirror. Mom was waving me off from the porch, in a deliberately slutty pose, one leg raised and her dress pulled up. What on earth would the neighbours think? I wondered.
An hour later, Sandra emerged from the station and climbed into the passenger seat beside me. She was wearing a denim outfit, with a very short skirt. Her dyed blonde hair fell over her shoulders.
After we had kissed, she stretched out her long legs in the footwell. She began to inch her skirt higher.
“Sneak preview,” she said. My hard-on, which had only just begun to subside, started into life again.
Like Mom`s, Sandra`s pantyhose were sheer and black. Unlike Mom`s, they were crotchless. Nor was she wearing panties. For a few moments, I feasted my eyes on Sandra`s smooth mound, traversed by its tiny slit.
“Did you come on the train like that?” I said, sounding like my father, talking to my sister. (“You`re not going out dressed like that, are you?”)
“Do you think I should wear panties?” she said.
“It`s a bit late now,” I said.
Sandra reached forward to open the glove compartment and drew out a black, leather thong. “There`s this,” she said.
I was confused. The last time Sandra had used the car, it had been to visit her dad.
“I think you`re fine just as you are,” I said. “And I`m sure Mom will, too.”
Mom was waiting to greet us at the front door. Sandra had visited our house many times before. But that had been when Dad was alive. This felt different. Very different.
The two women kissed each other on the cheek and gave each other that swift, appraising glance that women do. Mom then took Sandra by the hand and guided her into the sitting room. They sat down on the sofa, where Mom and I had so often watched television together, and where she had once guided my fingers to her pussy while Dad snored in the armchair opposite.
“Would you like anything to drink, Sandra?” Mom said.
“Just water, thanks, Jean,” Sandra said.
“Phil, fetch us all a glass of water and some Jaffa cakes from the kitchen. You like Jaffa cakes, don`t you, Sandra?
“Love them, Jean.”
“I thought you did.”
In fifteen-year-old mode, I went out to the kitchen, put a jug of iced water, three glasses and a plate of Jaffa cakes on a tray and carried it through to the sitting room.
When I returned, the two women had moved closer together. Sandra had removed her denim jacket to reveal a loose-fitting, orange t-shirt. It was obvious from the twin peaks tenting the t-shirt that she was not wearing a bra.
Both Mom`s dress and Sandra`s miniskirt had ridden up and there was a vast amount of nylon-clad thigh on display. Their knees were touching and they were conversing in low, not to say intimate tones. I placed the kilis escort tray unnoticed on the coffee table and retired to “Dad`s” armchair to watch.
At the first break in the conversation, Sandra tilted Mom`s head towards her and placed a tentative kiss on her lips. My mother responded almost immediately by opening her mouth to receive Sandra`s tongue. Mom fondled my wife`s tiny breasts through her t-shirt, then slid her hands underneath it to continue her explorations in the flesh.
Sandra gave a gasp of pleasure and raised her arms for Mom to remove the garment completely. Mom took a moment to drink in her daughter-in-law`s slender torso, before lowering her head to take one of her hard nipples in her mouth.
Sandra groaned and clasped Mom`s head closer.
My wife`s tits are small, almost conical, with pink areolas covering the last third. From where I was sitting, I could see that Mom had taken the whole of the areola in her mouth, and was sucking so hard that I thought she might swallow the whole of Sandra`s diminutive bosom.
As Mom moved from one breast to the other, sucking and biting, her hand moved slowly up Sandra`s thigh, finally disappearing beneath the narrow pelmet of her miniskirt.
Mom let out a startled cry. “Sandra! What on earth are you wearing?”
“Crotchless pantyhose, Jean. You like?”
Mom continued to rummage around under Sandra`s skirt. “Very much,” she said.
Under Mom`s dual assault on breast and pussy, Sandra`s legs fell involuntarily open, and I was treated to the sight of Mom`s fingers running the length of my wife`s slit, rubbing her hard clit, dipping in and out of her tight, wet hole. Sandra threw back her head and moaned as Mom`s fingers sought and found her most intimate parts.
Suddenly, Sandra stood up, unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor. I caught a glimpse of wet, swollen pussy lips before she turned her back to me and pulled mom`s head onto her crotch. Mom`s hands clasped Sandra`s nylon-clad buttocks and there was a loud slurping noise as she addressed herself vigorously to her daughter-in-law`s pussy.
Within seconds Sandra moaned loudly as her climax approached. Mom clasped Sandra harder to her, and as the younger woman trembled uncontrollably, Mom sank her carmine nails deep into the pale flesh of her ass.
In a Review Bar (if such a thing still exists), this might have been the moment for an intermission. An opportunity for the audience to stretch their legs, buy a tub of popcorn, relieve themselves (or each other) in the toilets.
Such was not the case in my mother`s sitting room that afternoon. Barely had the two women subsided onto the sofa, than Sandra fell on my mother, kissing her passionately, almost aggressively, and pulling down the zip at the back of her dress.
“Stand up, Jean,” Sandra said.
Mom obeyed, and the little black dress fell to the floor. She was revealed, standing in waist-high, sheer black pantyhose and a half-cup black bra with white lace trim. The tiny garment could barely contain her generous bosoms, and her dark brown areolas peeped enticingly over the top of the cups.
“What a lovely bra,” Sandra said.
“It was one of my husband`s favourites.”
“He had good taste.”
“He knew what he liked.”
“Take it off.”
Mom was a little taken aback by Sandra`s peremptory tone, but then reached behind her to unclasp the bra. She slid it down her arms.
When the flimsy garment had joined her dress on the floor, Mom stood for a moment with her arms crossed protectively over her breasts.
“Take your arms away,” Sandra said.
Mom did as she was told. Her large, pendulous breasts swayed in front of my wife`s face.
“Closer,” Sandra said.
Mom took a step closer and Sandra reached up to cup her breasts, pulling and twisting at Mom`s long, brown nipples.
“Closer,” Sandra repeated.
Mom leaned forward, so that her tits were right in the younger woman`s face.
Sandra took one of Mom`s engorged nipples in her mouth and bit hard. Mom cried out in surprise and pain.
“Did your husband to this?” Sandra said.
“He did. But not quite so hard.”
“Do you like it hard?” Sandra said.
“The harder the better,” Mom said.
Sandra obliged by sinking her teeth into Mom`s nipples. Mom cried out again, but did not ask Sandra to stop.
Eventually, like a puppy bored with the same old toy, Sandra released Mom`s nipples, red and swollen from the assault, and licked her way slowly down my mother`s naked torso. When she came to the waistband of Mom`s pantyhose, she continued to lick over the nylon-clad swell of my mother`s abdomen to her pussy.
Mom parted her legs so that her generous labia and broad clitoral hood were visible through the sheer nylon. She moaned and pulled Sandra`s head closer.
“I wish I was wearing what you are,” Mom said.
“That can be arranged,” Sandra said, biting a small hole in the hose with her teeth then ripping it wide open with her fingers. Before Mom could react, Sandra had two fingers inside Mom`s vagina and was rubbing her clit vigorously at the same time.
“Yes! Please!” Mom moaned.
Sandra continued to pump my mother`s vagina hard until her legs began to tremble.
“Turn round,” Sandra said.
On shaky legs, Mom did as she was told.