Chapter 2

Mom and Sarah sat at the table when I slogged into the kitchen after sleeping late. They conversed while drinking their coffee, paying little attention to me, other than greeting me. While we ate, I asked, “I have to drive to my dorm room and gather my things. Do you two want to go for the ride?”

Sarah smiled and replied, “We already discussed it while you slept. We’re going with you, but you’ll drop us off at the mall so we can shop. You can pick us up when you’ve finished packing.”

After Sarah excused herself to change, Mom explained, “I’m the one who devised the shopping trip. It’ll provide me an opportunity to help her pick out some clothes to model for you tonight, illustrating your desire to pursue a physical relationship.”

After dropping them off, I drove to my dorm and packed. Taking longer than I thought it would, three hours, I was surprised Mom hadn’t contacted me. Twenty minutes later, I received her text saying they were ready to leave.

They each had a couple of bags that I stowed in the trunk. On the ride home, they commanded the conversation again, bonding closer than ever. They related their humorous experiences at the mall, filling the car with laughter. When we arrived home, they grabbed their bags and skipped to their rooms.

They prepared dinner, working together like they had been doing this for years. When we finished eating, we decided to shower and retire to the living room to talk and watch a movie.

Sarah emerged in a robe Mom had talked her into buying. Mom wore hers and I wondered if she was braless tonight. We snuggled on the couch and after a movie, Mom suggested, “I’m excited about the clothes we bought today. Sarah, why don’t you model the outfits we picked up today?”

She giggled and replied, “If I recall correctly, you also purchased some items. I’d feel more comfortable if you participated with me. How about if we put on a fashion show and allow Billy to judge us, as to our choices?”

Mom’s surprised expression made me chuckle inside. Sarah had managed to involve my unsuspecting mother in her own plan. Willing to do anything to continue, Mom replied, “Sure, I suppose that’ll work,” her voice drifting off, displaying mild reluctance.

After Mom disappeared into her room, Sarah exited hers, carrying a couple of clothes bags, and entered Mom’s room. Giggling and a muffled discussion soon followed and I wondered what was taking so long.

The wait was well worth it, both of them adorned in evening gowns when they strolled into the living room. It was evident they had taken the time to apply makeup to compliment the beauty of their dresses.

Their alluring, sensuous looks left me speechless, as my eyes roamed up and down the beautiful women. Breaking my trance, Mom asked, “Billy, you’re up. Who’s wearing the best outfit?”

I stammered, “Well, you’re both dressed very well. Those gowns would be perfect at any formal event. I think Mom’s fits better because of her height, but Sarah’s pick of light blue perfectly accents her brunette hair. It’s a tough choice, but Sarah wins this round.”

Mom’s smile broadened, as she remarked, “Good choice, Billy. It’s always safer to side with your girlfriend rather than your mother.”

Sarah responded, “Well, he did compliment you on your fit, so don’t take it too hard. I think your son is a good judge, though. I have an outfit I want you to try that might tie it up.”

Sarah grabbed my mom’s hand and pulled her down the hall to change.

After ten minutes, they strolled out wearing short skirts and tight blouses. The gaps in their tops were open enough to show a little cleavage, plus a peek of the edge of their bras. Mom’s long legs held my attention. Her skirt rode a little higher, due to her height.

After they twirled around, Mom asked again, “How about this time?”

“It’s tougher this time. You both look great.” I replied, squirming in my seat, trying to quiet my anxious prick.

Sarah broke the silence with, “Billy, what do you think of my legs compared to your mom’s? Did you notice I have on nylons and your mother doesn’t? I suggested she not wear any to better show off her flawless legs.”

Sarah walked near me and ordered, “Feel my legs and tell me if you prefer bare legs when going out.”

I reached out while Mom intently watched, as I gently stroked Sarah’s legs. I went up to the bottom of her skirt acting more like I was judging rather than groping a sexy leg. I remarked, “I think the nylons are fine. They’re smooth and thin, not taking away the natural beauty of your legs.”

Sarah pulled Mom close to me. “Billy, feel her legs so you can be sure whether you’d like me to wear nylons or not.”

Mom kept on a poker face, with no hint of disapproval as I reached over and gently caressed her leg above her knee. My hand traveled up and down her smooth, exposed thigh before repeating with her other leg. My prick was at maximum stiffness now, threatening to poke out of my robe.

I reluctantly released her and croaked, “I’m sorry, but Mom won this contest. The bare legs were the tipping point.”

“Ha,” Mom chirped. “We’re tied now. You’re going to have to step up your game to beat me, although it was your idea for me not to wear nylons, so you should get half credit.”

“You deserve it, Bev,” Sarah replied. “Your legs are gorgeous and you should show them off whenever you can. I bet men are jumping to dance with you.”

“Well, to be honest, I’ve only danced with my son, so I wouldn’t know,” Mom admitted.

Sarah replied, “Really? Billy dances? Well, let’s see who wins the dance outfit for our next one.”

They sashayed back to their room to change. I waited, reliving the moment when I felt my mother’s sexy legs, and adjusted my hard prick, so it wouldn’t pop out unexpectedly.

For their next show, they were clad in colorful, pleated skirts, the hemlines falling a few inches below their knees. These were paired with short tunic tops, billowy and open at the bottom. While Sarah’s blouse fell below her skirt waistline, Mom’s was higher, due to her height, showing off several inches of her sunken midriff. Having never seen Mom wear one, I surmised that Sarah loaned her one of hers.

They modeled again, turning to show off their outfits. Sarah walked over to me, extended her hand, and pulled me up.

“Show me your moves, Billy. I want to see whether your mother taught you the proper way to dance with a lady,” Sarah purred.

She giggled as I wrapped my arm around her, held her other hand, and began dancing the best I could without music. We cautiously tiptoed around the room one time before I heard the music.

Mom stood by the CD player, smiling wide, confident her plan of connecting Sarah and me was working perfectly. Sarah and I swayed around the room, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. The song ended and I backed off, ready to sit down again.

“No, you don’t, Mister,” Sarah scolded me. “Didn’t your mother teach you any manners? After a nice dance, a lady deserves a kiss.”

I walked up to her to peck her cheek, when she sternly corrected me, “A proper kiss, please. A cheek kiss is an insult to a lady who graced you with a dance. Hold me tightly around the waist. A lady likes a feeling of security from her man.”

I gripped her waist and held her tightly as our lips met. We slightly opened our mouths, allowing our tongues to touch discreetly so Mom wouldn’t notice. When we parted, we maintained eye contact. Her lustful look reminded me of the times we had made love, making my balls tingle with excitement.

I thought we had finished when Sarah piped, “Okay, now I want to see you dance with your mother. I couldn’t see your feet move when we were together and I want to see how well you do.”

Mom started to object, but Sarah quickly intervened, “Let’s go, Mom. Show me your moves. Unless you want to award me the grand winner.”

Mom laughed and accepted the challenge, as she restarted the slow dance track and sauntered over to me. I held her as I had Sarah and began to dance. The difference was that my hand landed on bare flesh as Mom’s top rode higher than Sarah’s. Her hot, smooth skin sent shivers down my spine as I gripped her firmly, the tip of my thumb touching the lower part of her ribcage. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on her. I struggled to concentrate and missed a step, almost tripping us both.

Sarah laughed and remarked, “I think Billy needs some more lessons, but I think between the two of us, we can whip him into shape.”

In my defense, Mom replied, “He usually does better. He might be tired tonight, especially with a couple of girls bothering him all night.”

It was an enchanting moment, holding my beautiful mom while we closely danced around the room. My heart sank, hearing the music stop. After reluctantly releasing her and taking a step back, Sarah admonished me, “No you don’t, Billy. Didn’t I tell you how to reward a lady after a dance? She may be your mom, but she’s still a lady.”

I reached out and held Mom’s bare midriff with my hands squeezing tightly, feeling her hot, bare skin. Her apprehensive expression reflected her conflicting emotions, whether to play Sarah’s game or end it, possibly upsetting her friend.

Accepting her fate, she didn’t resist when I kissed her. When I opened my mouth and swiped my tongue across her sensitive lips, her eyes conveyed nothing but lustful love.

After I pulled off, Mom asked in a husky, cracked tone, “Okay, Billy. Who won the contest this time?”

It was a tough decision to make. Mom won hands down, but I knew Sarah wanted me to draw this out for one more show.

“Well, you both chose excellent outfits for dancing. Mom’s bare midriff definitely was a bonus, but the distraction caused me to stumble. I can’t blame her for it though, since it was Sarah’s blouse and Mom couldn’t help that it didn’t fit right. I’m declaring it a tie.”

They both started to playfully argue with each other, about who was at fault and who the real winner should be, when Sarah proposed, “There’s one more outfit to model and you can’t call it a tie since we’re even now. We’ll be back in a few minutes and you better be ready to decide on who wins.”

After they entered their room. I heard a lot of muffled conversation, followed by several shrieks. When they exited, I immediately knew the reason for their extended conservation. They wore revealing, sexy nighties. Sarah’s light blue nightie barely covered the bottom of her thin panties. It was split in the front to the waist and pushed to the sides to expose the insides of her full bare breasts, barely concealing her engorged nipples.

She turned to the side so I could admire her rounded ass, provocatively displayed. Memories flashed before me of when I gripped those cheeks while filling her cunt full of hard dick. She faced me, struck a modeling pose, and looked to Mom, signaling her turn.

Mom’s sexy body was cloaked in a short pink baby-doll nightie, which I assumed was borrowed from Sarah as it rode higher than it should have. When I glanced at her translucent panties, my prick jerked, seeing her thick, black bush mounding out the thin material. Her braless breasts proudly pushed out her top. My eyes traveled down to her feet and back up her long, toned legs, stopping to ogle her barely concealed forest of fur.

Shifting my gaze upward, Mom’s face blushed more than I’ve ever seen before. I wasn’t sure if it was because of my close examination or maybe she realized Sarah was beating her as a seducer. She turned a couple of times and presented a seductive pose as Sarah had done.

Sarah was the first to speak, saying, “The appearance of the outfit isn’t the only thing to judge us on. Each nightie is made of a different material. You need to see which you’d prefer next to you in bed.”

She led me to Mom, placing my hand on Mom’s waist. Mom inhaled deeply from my contact.

“Run the material through your fingers and see how it feels. Your Mom’s nightie is chiffon, made from cotton.”

I reluctantly withdrew my hand from Mom’s waist and felt the material. It was smooth and soothing. I could sleep next to that anytime, especially if Mom was covered in it.

I moved over Sarah’s waist to feel her nightie fabric. Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled it up to the bottom of one of her full breasts. She placed her hand over the back of mine and squeezed it so I was kneading her nightie-covered tit. Mom’s eyes widened at Sarah’s boldness.

Sarah noticed Mom’s stare and explained, “See how this material is different. My nightie is made out of silk. Don’t you think it feels better?” She kept squeezing my hand on her meaty tit, under the pretense of judging the material.

Sarah smirked and asked, “Okay, Billy. This is it. Who wins this round?”

Mom still won in my mind because she was my mother, but I knew this wasn’t how Sarah wanted it to end.

“Both nighties are wonderful and I wouldn’t object to sleeping next to either, but I’m partial to light-blue so I’ll have to say Sarah is the winner.”

Mom smiled in relief, thinking I might vote for her instead, which wasn’t part of her plan. She was here to help me connect with Sarah, not her.

“Excellent choice, Billy. Sarah deserves the win,” Mom stated. “The color she picked does look good on her and I think you found the material to feel better, too, right?”

She laughed as she spoke, feeling smug she had successfully connected her son with his girlfriend. She looked at Sarah and asked, “Well, what does the winner want for the grand prize?”

Sarah didn’t hesitate, walking to me, wrapping her arm around me and declaring, “I want a victory dance with the judge.”

Mom started the CD and I held Sarah closely as we slowly danced. Her barely covered breasts pushed into my chest and I wished I could have taken off my robe to feel her nearly-nude body against mine. When we were turned, she positioned her leg between mine, pressing her thigh into my hard prick. We were cheek to cheek, enjoying each other’s closeness when she whispered, “Stroke my ass, Billy. Show your mom what you’d like to do to her.”

I stroked up and down her nightie-clad back and when she faced away from Mom, I lowered my hands and squeezed her firm cheeks. She exhaled in my ear. Mom couldn’t hear us over the music as we softly whispered to each other, but her attention was squarely on my hand groping Sarah’s backside.

I whispered, “Sarah, I need to fuck you tonight. Sneak into my room and let me feast on your hot body.”

“No, Billy,” she refuted. Sensing my disappointment, she continued, “Come to my room in a few hours. It’ll be such a turn-on to make love to you so close to your mother’s room.”

I warned, “The walls are pretty thin, and she might hear us if we make too much noise. You know how vocal you can get.”

She wouldn’t budge and instructed, “When I start to stir, from waking up, put a pillow on my head and I’ll moan in it. I won’t make that much noise. Suck my nipples to wake me up before fucking me hard and fast. It won’t take long. Please, honey. Do this for me.”

“Of course, Sarah,” I agreed. “I can’t deny you anything. I’m really looking forward to tonight.”

When the music ended, Sarah pulled away and gripped my waist to remind me of how she told me to end a dance. I held her and kissed her, no longer concerned with hiding that we French kissed. Our tongues danced with each other as we lovingly kissed each other.

When finished, I turned and headed for my room. As I passed my red-faced mother, Sarah scolded me again, “Billy, you were raised better than that. Kiss your mother goodnight and tell her you love her like a loving son does.”

I placed my hands on Mom’s waist and leaned down to kiss her. I opened my mouth and ran my tongue along her lips again. She opened her mouth and did the same, sensuously running her tongue across my lips, meeting my tongue and playfully teasing it.

I pulled back, and whispered, “I love you, Mom. Goodnight.”

On my way to my bedroom, Mom softly replied, “I love you too, Billy.”

After I made it to my room, I heard Mom’s and Sarah’s doors closing several times. I figured Mom and her were making sure each ended up with their own clothes. The house fell silent and I surfed to stall the two hours I promised Sarah, so she’d be soundly sleeping. Involved in reading, I inadvertently went thirty minutes over what we had arranged. I stripped off my clothes, grabbed one of my pillows, and quietly opened my bathroom door to gain access to Sarah’s door.