The sexy little encounter in her car had perked me up a bit, to say the least, there was quite a healthy bulge in my trousers as we walked into the bar and matters weren’t helped by Paige who threw her arms round my neck and gave me long, searing kiss.
She’d finished one stint on the bar and had an hours break before the next and final session of the night, so we got ourselves a drink and sat outside in the twilight while I told them all about our intentions.
“Hey that’s brilliant,” Paige laughed and clapped her hands with genuine pleasure.
“We could come and work for you every season.”
“That’d be great, girls,” I smirked, “But we intend to have a house rule that underwear may not be worn.”
“Who thought of that one?” came from Claire.
“I did.”
“When?”
“About five seconds ago.”
“Pervert,” laughed Paige. “But I’m doing the next session without them anyway, I’m getting double pay for it too.”
She was obviously a sensation and made loads of tips, Claire and I were envied by the crowd, because she kept pushing her gorgeous little pussy practically in our faces and once, she even pushed my head back and rubbed herself over my upturned face.
After her spot, we found ourselves a spot near to the little stage and watched as the happy couple walked in arm in arm.
Being showgirls by profession, they were not only beautiful but proud to show off their stunning bodies in almost identical sheer white mini dresses with only tiny white g-strings beneath them. The dresses were in the toga style, leaving one breast bare, a different breast on each girl and a delicate gold chain linked to a gold nipple ring symbolised their love for each other.
It was a very simple and moving ceremony, really just the affirmation of their mutual love and respect, even the two sets of parents were there and led the congratulatory kisses afterwards.
“Come on then Jamie let’s party.” the girls grabbed me, and I allowed myself to be dragged up to dance with them both.
“Are you taking us home with you Jamie?”
I was tempted, sorely tempted, but in the end, I found I wanted to go home myself to be with mum and Sarah, so I settled for a very sexy three-way kiss in the car park as I waited for my taxi.
As I got into the taxi, Paige leaned in through the window and with a giggle, reminded me that I’d still got the panties she’d handed me earlier.
“Keep them, Jamie,” she said softly. “And you can put them on me the next time we meet, okay?”
“Okay, beautiful.” but I wondered if we would ever meet again.
Mum and Sarah were in bed wrapped in each other’s arms, their naked breasts squashed together. I thought they made a stunningly beautiful couple, so pretty, so sexy and so much in love with each other.
It’s fair to say that the atmosphere was mixed the next day when dad arrived with his lawyer, he was genuinely sad about John and spent some time alone with Sarah, which pleased me, it showed he wasn’t a complete bastard anyway.
We’d spent all morning making sure there was nothing at all to hint of our activities. I’d slept alone the previous night anyway, so I moved all my clothes into that bedroom, as well as taking my shaving gear, toothpaste, etc…into the en-suite bathroom.
All evidence of drugs was well hidden in a locked briefcase in my room, along with the sex toys the girls had bought, we’d even gone to the trouble of hiring another car to park in the driveway, so he’d think I was doing my own thing.
We needn’t have bothered really, he was very brisk and businesslike, almost as if mum’s demand for a divorce had come as a relief to him as well.
He’d actually been more generous than he needed to with his settlement, mum got everything I’d demanded for her, but as well as that he settled one hundred thousands pounds on me and also half that amount on Sarah.
We chatted to each other for about half an hour before his lawyer suggested it was time for him to leave and with a handshake for me, a kiss and a hug for mum and Sarah, he walked out of our lives forever!
Unexpectedly it was Sarah who broke the silence that followed his departure, by announcing she was going down to the beach.
“Anyone coming?”
“Yeah, why not, come on mum, let’s see you two strutting your stuff again.”
She did and so did Sarah. Me? I just went along for the ride, or rather the view from behind as they strolled hand in hand along the beach, talking softly and turning to me every time the gentle sea breeze picked up the hems of their short dresses to display two beautiful little bottoms and occasionally two deliciously glistening slits between their legs.
We went to our favourite little beach bar where the girls took off the dresses and teased the barman by sitting open legged on the high stools, wriggling sexily and telling him how much they enjoyed the feel of the coverings on their pussies.
“Ha si senoras,” he beamed at them proudly. “The stools, they are from the preeks of de Whales.”
I asked him how he knew about Prince Charles (the Prince of Wales) and received a hefty kick from mum along with a dig in the ribs from Sara.
“Ha, ha, ha,” he beamed at me. “No, no ees not that preek, ees the preek of feesh, beeg feesh.”
Mum nearly choked with laughter while Sarah tried to explain that Whales were not feesh, I mean fish, but mammals and got for her troubles a blank look followed by a “Que?”
“I think he’s trying to tell us that you’re sitting on a whale’s foreskin mum, the biggest prick in the world since Bill Clinton.”
“Mmm, nice thought,” Sarah said. Then leaned over to me and laid her hand on the bulge in my shorts, “But you’re doing very well up to now Jamie.”
“Excellent in fact Jamie,” added mum and I got kissed on both cheeks again.
“Right as we’ll be going to the land of pipes and heather tomorrow, who fancies getting pissed, stoned and horny tonight?” asked Sarah and mum giggled again.
“Well I’m already one of those thanks to this stool, so I think we should go and work on the other two, Jamie.”
I nodded and guided Sarah’s hand beneath my shorts.
“I’ll take that as a yes then shall I?”
The vote was unanimous.
We swam lazily in the pool in between sharing a few joints via the shotgun method of inhaling from each other’s mouths, at one stage mum sat on the edge of the pool, and I watched in awe as Sarah swam between her legs and licked the whole length of her slit.
“Come and help me, Jamie,” she laughed and beckoned me over to join them.
Together we made oral love to my mother as she lay back with her legs in the water, my mouth on her dripping wet cunt while Sarah’s tongue explored her anus.
Mum screamed as I reached up and pulled her over the edge until only her shoulders were on the poolside tiles. Sarah wrapped her legs around my waist as I eased my cock into her tight little pussy and I managed to fuck her whilst we both worshipped her holes.
Mum climaxed so noisily and so animatedly that she forced me back and left Sarah swearing merrily at her in frustration as I withdrew from her clutching warmth, much against my will.
By way of revenge she pulled her sister into the water and tried to push her head between her legs, it couldn’t be done, of course, we were far too stoned and drunk for anything so strenuous as that. So we pulled ourselves out and ran into the kitchen to warm ourselves up in the big fluffy towels mum always kept there.
Or at least mum did, Sarah insisted that as she’d been about to climax when mum rudely put an end to it, she be allowed her turn, she straddled my lap and guided my re-growing erection once more into her shaven haven.
“Piss off you,” she giggled as mum moved closer to us, but mum got onto the floor behind her, and suddenly Sarah gasped into my mouth as we kissed hungrily.
“Jamie,” she moaned. “Oh fuck Jamie, she’s licking my bum.”
“She’s forgiven you, mum,” I laughed, then gasped as I felt the warmth of her mouth on my balls.
“Jeez Sarah, she’s sucking my balls, shit mum, yes, that feels so fucking good.”
With her lips around my testicles and a finger in her sister’s anus, she put a premature end to our kinky little session. Sarah collapsed with her head on my shoulder as I pumped the last of my sperm into her cunt and the three of us staggered into bed, falling asleep almost immediately.
It was raining in Glasgow as the taxi took us out over the Kingston bridge towards Stepps where Sarah had lived with John, and I uttered my thoughts of what a depressing place it was.
Oops.
Apart from a very dirty look from the cabby, I received a double-edged lecture on the uniqueness of the city of Glasgow. The defunct shipyards of Govan, the once mean streets of the Gorbals, the tenements of old Springburn, the tobacco factory, the breweries, distilleries, theatres, hotels. The new years eve’s years ago when the half-pissed bus conductors would walk up the aisle, a glass of whisky in one hand and a tray in the other shouting “nae tickets” and getting themselves and the driver their beer money, but above all the sheer, unadulterated zest for living shown by the average Glaswegian.
In case you haven’t yet got the message, I consider Glasgow to be second only to Belfast on my list of the world’s greatest and most maligned cities and believe me, I’ve visited more than most! Long after this tale I was sent there in’69 for three months and owing to my craftiness, deceit, and downright lies, I was able to remain there for six years, I cried when I was finally ordered to leave!
The little church was packed with mourners, and I was shocked to see my father among them with her.
We nodded to each other, and she managed a weak smile, but I couldn’t believe that he’d been so insensitive as to bring her to the funeral. I whispered as much to mum, but her reply went a very long way towards defusing my anger.
“If you get a chance to talk to her darling,” she whispered, “Find out if she eats pussy.”
“Tart,” came softly from Sarah as we stood up for the first hymn.
It was hardly the time nor the place for eroticism but sitting between my mother and my aunt, two of the most highly sexed women any man could wish to meet was turning me on far more than I would have ever imagined.
Their perfume filled my nostrils, arousing me, a thigh pressed against each of mine, the gentle pressure of two hardly noticeable suspender buttons reminded me of what they were wearing beneath their black suits.
I’d watched them dressing in their tight black corsets, flimsy black bras and sat quietly as they picked out identical black panties, mums from her suitcase and Sarah’s from her drawer, they’d giggled at the look on my face as I shook my head in amazement.
“I don’t suppose you were anywhere near each other when you bought them, were you?”
“Uh, uh,” they chorused.
“Glasgow and London?”
“Yup,” came from Sarah,
“How did you guess?” from mum,
Their freshly shaven mounds were brushed with my breath as I pulled each pair of panties up over their thighs and gently fussed over them, making sure they cupped each beautiful, pouting pair of sex lips sensuously, before watching them pull their skirts up, hiding their secrets from everyone but me and each other.
During every prayer, they reached across me to hold hands, I suggested quietly changing places with one or the other, but was met with a whispered “no,” and they brought my own hand up to join theirs.
After we’d stood outside the church with Sarah while she thanked everyone for attending, I walked with them to where our car waited for us and motioned the driver to stay in his seat.
Each woman knew exactly what she was doing when I held the door open and watched her get in, each pair of legs parted invitingly, each black vee bulged out teasingly under the pressure of the sweet little cunt it caressed, and each pair of eyes smiled at me in a blatant invitation of the pleasures still to come.
As ever in Glasgow, the reception cum-wake went on forever. I stayed in the background and watched in awe as a succession of very big, very tough looking men took their turn in shaking her hand and paid their respects to a fellow hard man, some, if not all, had broken noses, a reminder perhaps of when they’d crossed him.
A few, without doubt, felt that he’d wronged them as with all gaffers and workers, but none would have done her the disservice of mentioning it, the grudge died with the man as far as they were concerned.
She introduced mum and me to every one of them and amazed me by knowing all their names, they were:- Shugs and wee Hughies, Big Wullies and countless men named Billy, a few Johns and Jackies and even a big yin but without the jaggy bunnet.
They spent money like it was going out of fashion and drank as if each drink was their last, I was utterly, utterly fascinated by these men, many of whom seemed to have misheard Sarah when she’d introduced me as Jamie.
“See you Jimmy?” and a finger would jab at me, breaking only a couple of ribs in the process.
“You look after yon wee women, she’s magic pal, fucking magic.”
I agreed and thanked God for giving me strong sphincter muscles.
Towards the end of the night, we were treated to rousing party songs much to the chagrin of the hotel management.
Party songs when applied to Scotland or Northern Ireland owe little to birthdays or celebrations but owe everything to the religion of the crooner.
The “Holy ground” sung from one corner of the room was quickly followed by “The Sash” from the opposite corner, “Derry’s Walls” was drowned out by “Kevin Barry” and all the time I stood there, completely enthralled by it all.
Even the feel of mum’s scantily clad bottom under my hand when I managed to slip my hand, unseen under her skirt couldn’t drag my attention away from these men, they were from a different world to me, a world I didn’t even know existed.
In the car going back to Sarah’s house, the girls eased the bruising on my hands, caused by being crushed in what was laughingly called handshakes, by insisting that I lay each one, palm up on the seat, whilst they soothed them with the softness of their buttocks.
It was tough but necessary, and I obeyed them instantly, purely for the sake of my hands.
“You look rather hot darling,” said mum and her sister agreed.
“Well er, yes it was a bit warm in there wasn’t it?”
“It was, Jamie,” whispered Sarah and mopped my brow with her panties.
“Very hot darling,” mum’s lips kissed my ear. “Almost as hot as these two hot, wet, juicy little cunts sitting next to you.”
And her panties wiped the sweat from my neck.
Watching them get out of the limo was a hundred times more interesting than it had been watching them get in, there was nothing subtle about it, just a blatant display of sexuality as they opened their legs wantonly and showed me their glistening pink slits.
“Pissed,” giggled Sarah.
“As a rat,” said mum as I flopped onto the sofa and began to mutilate the opening bars of “The Soldier’s Song.”
Without speaking they moved into each other’s arms, for a second they didn’t speak, they just looked at each other, their lips touched briefly, very briefly. Then they touched again, but lingered for moments, seconds even, long seconds, even in my intoxicated state, I realised I was witnessing something happening between them, something special, very special, something that I could never share.
I woke them in the morning with coffee on a tray, they were still wrapped in each other’s arms, faces together, legs entwined and the first thing they did was to kiss each other.
It was so beautiful, I could have cried, in fact, I did cry, I cried when they told me what they’d done when mum handed me the deeds to the villa.
“We both love you, you know that don’t you?”
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak then to my surprise a warm a warm hand slipped into mine from behind me.
“I think we both know that you love him,” they said to Claire.
She took mum into her arms, then Sarah and kissed them both
“Thank you,” she said simply, “With all my heart, I thank you both!”
Turning to me, she looked into my eyes as I looked into hers.
“My seat will still be warm on the plane, Jamie.”
And together, Claire and I walked into the departure lounge of the airport.
