We lined up, walked in, and all sat down. The speeches were boring, and the presentation of the diplomas took forever. The only thing that livened it up was the six girls that flashed their boobs as they walked across the stage, and of course, Mandy pulling her gown completely apart and flashing her whole naked body. She walked to principal Johnson with her gown flowing behind her, everything exposed, shook her hand and continued across the stage and off, half the cameras in the auditorium taking pictures of her as she did. It was definitely the highlight of graduation.
After the formal ceremony there were lot of pictures with lots of people, many students I didn't even know, but apparently knew me. I was surprised how many wanted a picture with me either holding their skirt up, holding a boob, or in one case, pulling down her underwear and kissing those lips. I didn't mind, except it left me awfully turned on.
After I went home to change, I stopped at Betsy's house. We hugged, and sorta groped each other, until she pulled me to the bathroom, where we masturbated each other to a mutually timed climax. She wanted me to know she would always be there for me if I needed her and that was her way of showing it, not just saying it.
Mandy's party, on the other hand, was a huge shindig. I was never a big drinker, and after a couple beers it didn't take Mrs. Green, Rose, long to spirit me away for a wet sensuous kiss while she dropped her panties. She wasted little time getting me out of my pants and into her pussy. She begged me to fuck her quickly, acting as if she were pressed for time, but more than likely just didn't want to get caught fucking her daughters boyfriend. She sat on the edge of the sink and spread her legs, her dress bunched around her waist while I pushed in and out of her very wet, soft pussy. She made me stroke until we both came, giving me 'her graduation present', and then quickly pulling her panties on again to catch all my cum before she pulled me back to the party. It wasn't until later I wondered what arrangements she'd made with her husband to allow it, or what Mandy would think when she found out. I learned I really shouldn't drink too much beer.
I guessed latter, what arrangement had been made between Mr. and Mrs. Green, when Chrissy showed up and the two disappeared for about fifteen minutes. I know because I saw Rose checking her watch. Fifteen minutes, almost to the second, they reappeared, slightly flushed and out of breath.
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The next afternoon Mandy's mom walked into the den, where we were sitting, naked, having just had sex. She was wearing a very sexy little dress that accentuated all the important parts in all the right ways. I couldn't help but start to get a hardon as she stood in front of us, the skirt was so short on her legs that I could see the pink of her underwear. She smiled slightly as she looked at my growing hardon. "I promised to take Amanda shopping for some items. I don't see any reason for you to have to go home. In fact, if you'd like to join us you might find it interesting."
"Um. I bet I would." I answered as she reached down to press her fingers between her legs while she licked her lips sexily.
"Why don't you two take a quick shower, don't be too long though, or I might have to come help you along." She said as she turned and headed toward the stairs leading up to the main level of the house.
"Okay mom. Give us a few minutes." Mandy called as she untangled herself from me. "You are so bad, getting a hardon for my mom like that. You know damn well how easily she gets turned on looking at you."
"I didn't do it on purpose. It's not like I can NOT get a hardon when she looks like that." I answered as I followed her, hand in hand, toward the guest bathroom. The two of us showered and dried quickly and then Mandy dressed in a dress that was every bit as sexy as the one her mom had on, with one exception. With a wicked little grin on her face, she reached under her skirt and pulled the panties she had on, down and off.
She and I sat in the back seat of her mom's car, with my hand between Mandy's legs and her hand in my pants, teasing each other. It took about half an hour to get to a small strip mall which had a store filled with all kinds of bras, panties and sexy lacy things. I was a little uncomfortable around all that lingerie, being the only guy in the store. I watched Rose look at, hold up to her body and finally select quite a few items, by which time the bulge in my pants was painfully obvious. Mandy was selecting her own choices, and between the two of them my mind was filled with how they would both look in the various outfits.
I'd seen her mom naked, and to be honest she was one hot woman. Not quite as hot as Mandy, but if Mandy grew into what she was, I was not going to be disappointed! After a very short discussion, they decided to model their selections for me, and Rose drew me along by the hand to the changing room area. I sat in a chair at the entrance end of an aisle of curtain door changing rooms. There were two sets of three, facing each other, and one of those fancy three section mirrors, that lets you stand in the middle and see all sides of what you are wearing, at the far end of the aisle.
One item at a time Rose and Mandy put on their selections, starting with something modest. There was another lady in the changing rooms, in the end one all the way down by the mirror. I was surprised when I noticed she decided to leave the curtain part way open, watching Rose and Mandy model for me, but clearly paying much more attention to Rose than Mandy. While she was primarily watching Rose model for me, she was also glancing at me in the mirror. If she could see me, she had to know I could see her. She would occasionally put on a different outfit and step out into the mirror like Rose was doing. But each time she changed, the curtain of her changing room seemed to remain open just a little more.
Rose continued to change outfits, intentionally showing off both herself and Mandy's incredibly sexy bodies to me, though I didn't know why. She could do that at home if she wanted to. Some of the bras and panties Rose and Mandy selected were lace and covered everything, and some left considerable amounts of her creamy white breasts showing, one even showing Rose's nipples and areola over the top of the little half cups. Each outfit seemed to show more and more of each of them, not only to me, but to anyone who might happen to look that way as they stood in the mirror at the end of the aisle. Fortunately there weren't very many men in the place. Like only one! ME!
The other woman in the changing area was slightly older, modeling very sexy nightwear. Her selections slowly became more and more scanty, and sexy. It seemed like she was trying to build up the nerve to step out in something much more revealing than she had. Rose stepped out of the changing room in a completely sheer bra, and that's all. Damn did she look sexy! She turned and twisted and bent over, pushing her ass out at me, and then at the mirror. She stood, bent over, her ass pointed at the mirror, fingers teasing and stroking her obviously wet pussy lips, very intentionally making sure I saw everything she was doing. After almost a full minute of the show, it was pretty clear she was hoping I was going to come and join her. I was surprised she'd think of doing that, in such a public place. She finally decided I wasn't going to get up and join her on my own. She straightened with a little frustrated frown on her lips and turned back to face the mirror.
"Would you mind telling me what you think of this bra?" Rose asked after a few moments. "You'll have to come feel it though, I want a nice soft one."
I was pretty sure that if I didn't go to her, she'd walk right out to me dressed, or undressed, as she was. I got up and walked nervously toward her. I might have been damn turned on, but I still felt awkward walking into the ladies changing room area. I glanced over at Mandy, standing in the now open changing room, wearing nothing but a pair of panties. "I guess she wants you to feel it." Mandy said softly, standing with her arms across her chest, holding her soft boobs up with her arms so her nipples stuck out at me, a little frown on her face at her mother's behavior.
"I guess. You think I should?" I asked, starting to feel even more awkward standing in a ladies changing room area, asking my girlfriend if I should feel up her mom. I was half expecting one of the sales ladies to come chase me out at any second.
"I definitely think you should." Rose said softly as she stood facing me. She reached for my hands and lifted them to her boobs. "Mmmmmmm." She sighed softly as my hands cupped her breasts. I couldn't help but squeeze them as she reached one hand to my crotch and rubbed up and down the front of my pants, and the hardon my jeans were trying to hide. "I'm guessing you've been enjoying my little show?" She asked in a whisper, both hands now on the front of my pants.
Her fingers fumbed with the snap and zipper until she had them both undone. "Mind if I see just how much you've been enjoying checking out my body?" She asked as she pushed the front of my jeans down a few inches, along with my briefs. She exposed my cock and then stepped a little closer while she slid her hands around to my butt and pushed my jeans down in back as well. I stood stunned, not even able to object as she pushed the front down to my thighs again, exposing me even more. She licked her lips seductively as she wrapped both hands around my rock hard shaft.
I heard the woman in the other dressing room, the curtain standing at least half way open, gasp softly. "Damn." She whispered, stepping toward the mostly open curtain wearing a very sheer little nightgown that was barely long enough to cover the see through panties that didn't quite hide her hairy pussy.
Rose stepped a little closer to me, guiding my cock toward her pussy lips. She began rubbing my engorged head up and down her wet pussy, stroking her clit with my head as she shifted her feet to spread her legs slightly. "Mmmmmmm. God damn do I want this cock in me!" Rose moaned softly, her strokes with my head pushing further down between her legs toward her tunnel opening.
