It had been several weeks now since Mrs. K and I had been caught by her daughter, Amy, and the unusual turn of events that unfolded following. Amy had taken to coming home from college on the weekends, if nothing else, to seduce me into having some really good sex with her.
Mrs. K, for her part, was enjoying unfettered access to my attentions during the week, occasionally slipping into my room late at night to slip onto my cock, or on two occasions, bringing me into her own bedroom to ride me on her own bed. To my knowledge while Jase knew I was banging his sister on the weekends, I didn't think he realized that his own mother was taking the same liberties.
Things had quickly slipped into a surprisingly comfortable round of sexual pleasures from the two women, a situation I wasn't eager to change. Mrs. K could be quite kinky and had an interesting array of toys that she enjoyed adding to our "play time", and her daughter, with her incredibly tight pussy, was enjoying learning from me things that her mother was teaching me during the week, although I doubted she had taken the time to try and figure out just exactly where I had learned these enjoyable tricks. She seemed to be unbothered by the fact her mother knew she was having sex with me and I wasn't at all sure that she realized I was having sex with her mother as well, although on more than one occasion Mrs. K had "joined" us on the periphery.
Needless to say I didn't have to go looking for sex, it would come find me if I hung around the house any length of time. Mrs. K seemed to have no problems finding times when Jase was gone, and would be for some time, yet I was home. She seemed to enjoy christening each room of the house together , with her usually choosing the location and often the starting position. It was just the other day that she walked into the TV room, wearing some very sexy lingerie and began doing a strip tease, getting me all turned on before stripping me and leading me to the garage. To my surprise she climbed into some kind of a web sling arrangement that held her up at the perfect height for me to stand between her legs, supported by the web straps and pound into her pussy. A sex swing, I think she called it. I wondered what other little surprises she had in store for me.
It was Wednesday afternoon, and I was settled in the kitchen at the table with books strewn across the table, studying for an exam when Mrs. K came in through the back door, Mrs. Jepsen, from down the street, following close behind.
"Whew! It's awful hot out there for the end of September!" Mrs. K said a she stepped into the air conditioned kitchen with shopping bags looped over one arm and her purse over the other. Mrs. Jepson followed close behind with her own bags, pushing the door closed behind them with her high heel shoe.
Mrs. Jepson, a friend of Mrs. K who lived down the block a few houses, was probably in her mid-thirties or so, and didn't quite have the figure that Mrs. K had, but her slightly oriental features and complexion, coupled with the always visually appealing outfits had often led to discussions of how Jase and I would love to see more of her. On a few occasions I had seen her and Mrs. K sunning in the back yard, both of them in rather revealing bikinis, but even those kept some things hidden. Today's outfit was no exception. Her white floral print dress was very light weight, allowing the faint outline of a darker colored bra show through as well as the tiny dark strings arching over her hips. It was pretty clear by the way the material lay over her otherwise bare ass that under the mid-thigh length dress she wore a little thong panty, making my cock twitch, remembering how she looked last time she was laying out with Mrs. K in a very skimpy yellow bikini.
The two ladies plopped their bags on the table, partly covering my papers and notebooks. "How goes the studying Scottie?" Mrs. Jepson asked sweetly.
"Pretty good Missus Jepson," I answered, turning another page in the book and trying not to stare at the trickle of sweat that was rolling down from her neck, down the vee between her breasts to disappear behind the low cut neck of the summer weigh dress.
"How many times have I had to remind you to call me Tina?" she replied with a smile.
"Yes ma'am," I answered.
"Yes Tina!?" she said with mock sternness.
"Yes Tina," I answered with a shake of my head.
"Oh gosh, all this shopping in these heels!" Tina said, lifting a foot and pulling off one of her four inch spike heels. "It kills my back!" she said to Mrs. K as she pulled the second shoe off and dropped it on the kitchen floor.
"I understand. Sometimes my lower back ends up killing me as much as my feet," Mrs. K answered with a laugh. "Maybe later you can talk Scottie into giving you a back rub. His fingers feel fabulous running up and down the small of my back," she said with a smile.
"I bet they do," Tina answered with a grin.
"So I guess you two had a good shopping spree?" I asked, trying to change the subject from me to...well, anything else.
"We did!" Mrs. K answered me, reaching into one of her shopping bags and pulling out a dress. "What do you think?" she asked me, holding the short dress up against her body.
"Well, that will... um...Yeah. That'll look really good on you," I finally stammered out as I thought about how she would look in the slinky, extremely short dress.
"Goodness. Look at him blush!" Tina said with a girlish giggle. "And that's just a dress. What if you held up something like...." she said digging into a bag and then pulling out a very sheer nightie that I doubted would even go low enough to cover her pussy. "This?"
"Um. Yeah, that would look pretty good," I answered, blushing even more.
"Maybe I should try it on for him?" Tina asked Mrs. K.
"Oh don't tease. That's not nice," Mrs. K answered as she dug in the bag again. "Let's see. I got some new workout clothes too," she said holding up a spandex tank top and shorts.
"Hmmmmm How about this?" Tina asked, holding up a very sexy bra, and pressing it to her modest sized chest. "Think this would look good on me?"
"I...um. Yeah, sure," I answered, half wishing she would put it on, since it looked like it would only cover the lower half of her breast s, leaving her nipples exposed.
"You are so adorable!" Tina said with a grin. "Tell you what; I'll stop teasing you with what's in my bags if you promise to give me one of those backrubs that Linda has alluded to," she said to me, reaching into a bag and pulling a box up to the very top, but not out of it. "How about it Scottie, or should I show you what else I purchased today?" she teased, lifting the box up high enough for me to realize that what it contained was a large pink vibrator, making me blush even more.
"Sure, I can use a study break," I finally answered after swallowing several times, the image of Mrs. K stuffing one of her similarly shaped vibrators in and out of herself while I licked her clit jumping into my mind, making my already hardening cock spring even harder in my workout shorts.
"I'll go get some lotion. I wouldn't complain about a little back rub either," Mrs. K said, rolling her eyes as she turned and walked across the kitchen, her short dress swinging side to side with each step.
"Tell you what, how about we go in the living room? The carpet there is really soft and should be pretty comfortable to lay on."
"Uh sure," I answered as I got up from the table, following her from the kitchen, into the dining room and toward the living room. As we walked across the room she reached up and pulled the little bows on the thin ties over her shoulders, holding the dress up. She wiggled as she stepped through the archway to the living room, allowing the dress to slide down her body and her legs, stepping out of the thin material as she walked.
"Can't get a back rub if you can't get to my back, now can I?" she asked sweetly, looking over her shoulder at me, her body looking completely nude except for the purple strings of a thong panty arching over her hips and down the cleft between her cheeks, and the band of a bra across the middle of her back. She stepped over to the coffee table and pushed it out of the way before standing with her back to me where it had been moments before. "Going to have trouble rubbing my back with this strap across it, would you mind?" she asked me over her shoulder, her fingers fiddling with the clasps of the bra.
"Um. Sure," I answered stupidly as I stepped forward and reached out to undo the clasps. She held the bra in place across the front of herself as the elastic snapped around her body.
She turned to face me, the little purple thong panty riding very low on her obviously shaved mound and disappearing down between her legs, her arm across her breasts, holding the bra in place. "I don't think I need this right now," she said, pulling her arm away, and with it her bra, leaving her completely nude except for the tiny triangle of fabric between her legs. Her breasts were firm and round, each just a little larger than I could cover with my hand, and on each one, a perfectly circular areola and fat puffy nipple, the size of a half dollar. Unlike Mrs. K's nipples, which were round and protruded out, her nipples seemed to flow right down into her areola, the whole fat nipple pushing outward almost half an inch like a hill on top of a hill. "You don't mind do you? I mean my bikini shows almost all of me anyway."
"Uh...No, I don't mind," I answered as I stared at her.
"Do you like what you see? I've seen you looking down at me before from that second floor window. I've often wondered what you'd do if I just pulled my top off out there in the yard. I've also often wondered what your hands would feel like on my body," she said as she stepped toward me, not stopping until her stomach was pressed against the bulge in my shorts and her puffy nipples were pressed against my bare chest. "Wanna touch me?" she whispered quietly, reaching for my hands and winding her fingers through mine. She stepped back, slowly pulling me to the space she cleared on the floor, easing herself down and pulling me by the hands until she was laying back on the soft carpet, with me straddling her body. She continued to pull my hands until they rested on her firm round tits, only then did she untwine her fingers from mine.
