They thought it was hilarious when I pulled out two denim mini skirts from mum’s wardrobe and they gave it the high fives as I reached for two skimpy white tee shirts.
The microscopic white g-strings sent them into a fit of giggles and when I reached into another drawer of the dresser and fished out two pairs of hold up stockings, I thought they were going to die laughing.
“What?” I grinned, feeling very foolish, “What the hell are you laughing at?”
They laughed and ushered me out the door, telling me to leave it to them to choose their clothes.
“Don’t worry darling,” mum laughed, “You’ll enjoy it.”
I did too when I arrived back from getting the Polaroid films they were in the garden dressed in school blazers, short grey school skirts, white shirts and ties, flat shoes and what I hoped were stockings underneath all that.
“Bloody hell!” I exclaimed and felt an immediate reaction down below.
With a little smile on her face, mum sidled up to me and in an innocent little schoolgirl, voice said.
“Please sir, I think I’ve been bitten by a bee.”
I fell immediately into my required role and with a concerned look on my face enquired as to its whereabouts.
“It’s down here sir,” she lisped and touched the front of her skirt.
“Where exactly?”
“It’s near her cunt sir.” Jill offered helpfully and mum looked at me coyly.
“Yes sir, Jill means it’s near my vagina.”
“Well I can’t do anything about it, it wouldn’t be right would it?”
“If you could just look sir, I’ll keep my panties on.”
“All right Polly, but I can only look at it, now then show me where it hurts exactly.”
As I knelt down in front of her as she lifted her skirt and I couldn’t help smiling as I saw I’d been right in that they were wearing stockings.
There was a perfect oval shape where two heavily glossed lips had deliberately left their mark on her inner thigh.
“What’s that Polly?”
She giggled and said. “That’s where Jill was looking at it, sir.”
“With her mouth?”
“I told her it hurts sir, so she kissed it better for me.”
“We’d been drinking some lager sir,” Jill explained as if it was ok for supposedly underage girls to drink alcohol. “And she needed to pee, so I was just pulling her panties to one side when a bee stung her pussy, it nearly got my tongue, sir.”
“What was your tongue doing there Jill?”
She giggled and looked suitably embarrassed.
“We were just fooling around sir, you know kissing and stuff, I was going to show her how my boyfriend likes to taste me when I pee.”
“All right but I can’t really see anything.”
She hooked a finger under the sexy little panties and eased them to one side.
“It’s just there sir.”
“I still can’t see anything Polly.”
“Perhaps you should take my panties off sir.”
I hesitated as if I was unsure until Jill piped up.
“Shall I do it, sir? After all, we’re close friends.”
“Yes I think that might be better Jill, thank you for helping out.”
“Oh don’t mention it, sir, I’m pleased I can help.”
Squatting down in front of mum, she eased the sexy little panties down until mum could step out of them and handed them to me.
“Will you hold them please sir, while I have a look to see if I can find where it is?”
“That’s it, Polly,” she said. “Sit on the chair and open your legs wide for me.”
Mum grinned up at me as she parted her legs and watched me inhaling the heady aroma of her slightly damp panties.
“I think I can see it, sir,” Jill said and leaning forwards touched her lips to the lips of my mother’s glistening wet pussy.
“Oh Polly,” she giggled. “You are a horny little bitch aren’t you? You’re pussy’s all wet, I’ll just have to suck some of that juice away.”
“Oh dear,” I said, trying hard not to laugh.
“How awful for you.”
“I know sir, she gets terribly excited you know when I do this, can you believe sir, that the last time I licked her cunt, er I mean looked for a bee sting, she actually wet herself?”
“Oh no!” my cock was beginning to put my jeans under some severe pressure from our ridiculous but very sexy little game.
“Yes it was awful sir, I had to swallow it to stop it from wetting my uniform.”
“Well perhaps if I did it she might not get so excited.”
“That’s a good idea sir, but don’t you think you should take your clothes off, just in case?”
“Yes I suppose I should Jill if I take my shirt off, do you think you could take my jeans off, just to help me of course?”
Mum looked at us in mock alarm. “You’re not going to do anything naughty to me are you?”
“Oh don’t be silly Polly, of course not, Sir just doesn’t want to get his clothes wet that’s all, isn’t it sir?”
As Jill opened my jeans, my cock sprang out and she giggled.
“Ooh sir, you’re cock looks awfully hard, it’s not because you’re going to lick Polly’s cunt is it?”
They both giggled and mum ran a finger down into her dribbling wet pussy.
“You’re not going to lick my cunt are you sir? I thought you were only going to look for the bee sting.”
“Of course I’m not Polly,” I’m going to look for the sting.”
“Okay sir,” she beamed, “I might not like it if you were to lick my cunt.”
The finger entered her sex slowly and teasingly.
“That wouldn’t be very nice would it sir? Your tongue inside my hot, wet, juicy little cunt, after all, sir, you might get all my juices all over your face.”
“Well if that happens I’ll just have to put up with it Polly,” I said manfully and jumped in surprise as Jill wrapped her fist around my cock and began masturbating me slowly.
“Ooh sir look, Jill’s playing with your cock.”
“Don’t worry Polly.” I dropped to my knees beside Jill, “Now Jill, can you show me whereabouts it is?”
Still, with her hand stroking my cock, she used the other one to point out an imaginary spot between mum’s widespread legs.
“I think that’s it there sir, you’ll have to suck it out won’t you?”
“Mmm yes, do you think you could try to prise it out with your tongue while I suck all the wetness away?”
“I’ll do my best sir,” she replied and giggled as I slipped my hand under the back of her skirt.
The game was obviously getting to my mother, her pussy was wetter than I’d ever known it before, she gasped as I lapped at her sweet, plentiful juices whilst Jill licked further down between her cheeks.
“Ooh sir,” she moaned, “Oh fucking hell sir, you’re licking my cunt.”
“Mmm yes, and you taste delicious Polly.”
I eased a finger under Jill’s panties and into her tight little anus while watching her using both hands to pull mums cheeks apart to get her tongue deep into her rear hole.
“Sir, will you fuck me, please? I need to be fucked now.”
As she spoke she released a spurt of urine onto my tongue, it splashed down onto Jill’s face too and we kissed hungrily as mum spurted some more, Jill tasted of a mixture of mum’s sexy bum hole, her pussy juices, her sweet, warm piss, and her own saliva.
With our mouths wide open and tongues duelling, we drank all the deliciously tangy urine while I continued to finger fuck her anus.
As mum emptied her bladder, we stood up and Jill took hold of my cock again,
“He’s going to fuck you now Polly,” she said and guided me against the tiny puckered rear hole.
Slowly I eased forward and looked into mum’s eyes as her anus expanded for the swollen head of my cock, her eyes widened and she moaned with pleasure.
“Yes,” she said softly. “This is what I want.”
Jill walked round beside her and they kissed each other in a long, wet, lingering kiss, long trails of saliva drooled from their mouths as I began moving in and out of mum’s tight little arsehole.
“Fuck her Tommy, ram it up her arse.”
The game had ended now and it was to the serious business of fucking.
Jill climbed up onto the table so that her panty clad pussy was directly over mum’s face and mum’s tongue was able to lick at the juice soaked nylon as I fucked her.
She reached up and gripped Jill’s hips and I watched in fascination as her tongue wormed its way into her panties than in between the cheeks of her bottom and into Jill’s anus.
I felt her rectal muscles gripping me, drawing me in, wanting more of my cock inside her body. Each time I pulled almost all the way out before sliding back into the hilt, she moaned and tried to pull me in deeper, using her ankles that were wrapped around my back.
I felt her starting to tremble and even with her tongue exploring her friend’s anus, she was gasping and squealing with pleasure.
I gripped her hips and rammed myself savagely forwards, then held her still whilst my cock jerked inside her, with each spurt of cum in her anus, she seemed to spasm and jerk against me until she finally lay still and Jill climbed off her.
“Get the camera, Tommy,” she said and I got three very kinky snaps of my cum oozing from mum’s open ass hole onto her lover’s tongue.
