Chapter 2

The next day would yield an adventure I could never have believed would ever happen, and as usually, it was Scott who took the lead. We were at Scott’s house, it was around 5 or 6 pm, Beth and my mother were at opposite ends of the table, having just come in from sitting in the garden for the last couple of hours, laughing and joking with each other, they were both in sundresses, Beth’s was just above her knees, whereas my slightly more conservative mother was wearing one that came just below the knee. Both had been drinking for at least an hour, so both were, how could you describe it? Happy? We were in Scott’s room just messing about, playing video games, chatting, when he suggested we play cars! I couldn’t breathe for a second I was so excited, my heart jumped a little with the thought of it, he didn’t have to ask me twice, I jumped at the opportunity. I had guessed the same as him during my last trip across the landing to the toilet that our mothers were sat at the table. We picked up a car each and headed for the stairs. My mother was sat at one end of the table, Beth was at the other end, there was a table cloth on the table which hung down to bot mothers knees, there was a bottle of wine on the table, with around a third left in it, both mothers had a glass of wine in front of them and there was an empty bottle on the kitchen side I could see as we entered the dining room.

“Playing cars” Scott said in his usual cheerful way, as we both dived under the table,

“Ok boys” said my mother, who never really said anything on the subject of giving us approval to do anything that involved interfering with them, but I think the recent events and Beth’s influence were slowly bringing my mother’s slightly wild side out, I say wild side, about as wild as an upstanding pillar of the community can get ha-ha. I was quite excited about getting my fingers on both mother’s legs again, we hadn’t played

“cars” for a while, and I kind of missed it, it was a thrill to just be in the vicinity of two pairs of adult female legs. What followed, was Scott taking things up a notch, he was always more confident than me, and I think his mother, Beth, let him get away with things my mother would never have let us do, however, recently, I had been thinking that my mother was slowly becoming a bit more outgoing due to Beth’s influence, before Beth and Scott moved in she would never have wrestled me, or another boy, let alone both of us, and been happy to accept our hands roaming, not for long or obviously, but brushing parts of her that we shouldn’t. Anyway, I got all set up behind Scott, car in hand on the carpet just behind him, when he started moving his car from the chair leg towards his mother’s bare foot, she had her ankles crossed, and we could plainly hear that both mothers had consumed at least a few glasses of wine, they were laughing and chatting at 100 mile per hour like mothers do. We had done this a few times in the past, and we had moved the cars up one side of each mothers ankle, then the side of their lower leg, then over their knee, if they were in a knee length dress or skirt then we would go over the skirt of dress, or if they were in trousers or jeans then it was straight over, down the inside of their leg to the inside ankle, then across the floor and back up to repeat on the other leg, then to the chair leg, and then to the other chair leg in a square, and then over the other mothers legs at the other end of the table, then repeat for a few laps. So, I waited for Scott to go up his mother’s leg with the car, he stopped and left the car next to his mother’s foot, I then stared, open mouthed, as he looked at me, smiled, looked back to his mother’s knees, and then folded his mother’s dress back to halfway down her thighs, she slowly, almost like it was just for show, moved her left leg and pushed him to one side, to which he literally just swatted her foot away and then took her foot in his hand and placed it next to the chair leg, then he moved her other foot next to the chair leg, he then proceeded to move his car up his mother’s leg and onto her knee, then down the inside and up the other leg to the her knee and he stopped, looking expectantly at me, I had been in a little bit of a daze to be honest, so I dutifully moved my car up to Beth’s left knee, Scott was grinning from ear to ear and nodded towards his mother, I looked, and could clearly see, because he had moved his mother’s feet to each of the chair legs, her white knickers. I was stunned, this was beyond erotic, I could clearly make out her crotch, covered by the white material of her underwear, I became so hard it was almost painful, I looked back at Scott, who grinned, knowingly at me, and nodded towards the table leg, meaning we should move, and not make it so obvious. He moved his car down the outside of her right leg and towards the table leg, I followed, trying as best as I could to drink in the sight of Beth’s underwear as I moved over her legs and towards the table leg following Scott. As Scott moved towards my mother, I started to panic, my erection subsided as I started to worry if Scott did the same thing to her, she would freak! I watched in horror, frozen to the spot, as he got to my mother’s left foot, left the car on the carpet next to her foot, thoughts were running through my head, oh my god she is going to freak and kill us both, I watched, frozen, as he reached for the hem of her dress, and started to fold it back, she jumped, and something garbled along the lines of