Chapter 3

After school we were in our room sorting out our homework when mum came in.

“I will need those skirts soon, I am doing a wash.” Mum said.

We chorused. “O.K.” And carried on with what we were doing.

Mum hung around, and after a few seconds added. “How have you been getting on keeping one another satisfied?”

Erica quickly replied. “Astrid is not as good at it as you. Can you show her again.”

I added. “Erica is not as good as you either. Show us again, pleeeeeease.”

“O.K. then. I’ll show you again.” Said mum as she sat down on the foot of our bed.

Erica and I sat either side of mum and laid back, and mum licked her forefingers and reached down. Pushing our skirts back with her thumb she set to work circling our clitorises with her finger, bringing us almost to the edge of ecstasy and backing off. I could hear Erica gasping each time.

Mum gave us a commentary. “Be gentle, and keep your fingers well lubricated, just dip it in...”

Mum quickly dipped her finger deep in to my slit, making me gasp.

“ ... and round and round and round...”

I felt myself climbing towards orgasm.

“ ... just relax and give in to the moment, don’t be frightened of letting a little pee go - it is quite normal, don’t be surprised if you squirt when you orgasm...

I started to gasp, and I heard Erica gasping too. “Uh, uh, uh...”

Mum continued. “ ... Just relax and let it come. Feel the pressure on your finger tip, glide lightly over the soft skin.”

With that mum bought us both to simultaneous orgasm. “Uhhhhh ooooh.” Was all I could utter as I convulsed and felt my crotch become very moist.

As we lied back mum quickly stood up. “Don’t forget I will need those skirts. Don’t be long I am going to bingo.” She said.

I felt so relaxed.

Erica said. “Mum said just let it come...”

I just relaxed and started to pee, and could hear the hissing as Erica started to pee as well. We just lay there relaxing with our pee soaking through our skirts in to our bed until our flow stopped.

We were still just lying there when mum popped back in and shouted. “Skirts!” Waking us from our trance.

We both reluctantly got up off the bed and undid our now soggy skirts, letting them drop to the floor. Mum quickly gathered them up and left without a word and we got changed in to tee-shirts and denim miniskirts, being careful not to sit on the wet patches on the bed.