Mothers Day 1

One of the oldest traditions of Holborn Halls for Young Women was their Mothers' Day tea. It went back to the institution having been set up over 100 years ago and it consisted basically of all the girls in the Halls inviting their mothers to meet each other and be served tea, sandwiches and cake. All very sweet and very English with all girls on best behaviour, dressed in their most respectable clothes (not difficult for the current intake at the Halls) and waiting on their mothers.

This year, with Kevin and Carl in the building, there was talk of taking a year off. Or, seeing as Carl's mother was in South Africa and Kevin barely spoke to his, shipping the boys off for the day so that the girls could entertain their parents as usual. But then Mrs. Simmonds had another idea.

Calling a meeting of the girls in the common room of the Halls - waited on by Carl and Kevin, freshly milked, Carl's penis still leaking into his tight little briefs, Kevin's penis still basically hard -- Mrs. Simmonds put her proposition to the girls, her eyes always firmly on the penises of these beautiful young men as they handed round coffees and biscuits, occasionally receiving a little pat on the bottom from one of the girls or even a little squeeze of the testicles or shaft, meaning their penises were not likely to go down any time soon.

'I was thinking,' started Mrs. Simmonds, tearing her gaze away from Kevin's bottom as he leant forward with a plate of biscuits, 'that we could perhaps go ahead with Mothers' Day as usual.'

'So, you mean, send the boys somewhere else?' asked Sarah, eating a biscuit while staring at Carl's bulge.

'Weeeell,' said Mrs. Simmonds, wondering how to put this. 'How, erm, displeased do you think your mothers would be if we were to keep Carl and Kevin here, serving like this?'

'You mean dressed in their briefs?' said Alison, her chubby face reddening at the thought of her mother in the same room as these beautiful young men.

'Well, yes,' said Mrs. Simmonds. 'Unless anyone thinks that their mother would object, make a complaint, be embarrassed...'

'Mine would,' said Susan. 'She'd be horrified...' The faces of most of the girls dropped: they were starting to like the idea of showing off their housemates to their mothers. 'But she's not coming anyway,' added Susan with a laugh. 'So, why don't we do it!'

Mrs. Simmonds looked around the room at the dull, studious faces for once a little brightened at the prospect of an adventure, waiting for more objections, but none came. Kevin glanced over at Carl, who was eating one of the biscuits as Alison rubbed his now fully erect penis through the briefs. Carl put his eyebrows up to communicate his resignation, Kevin put his head to one side as if to say, 'It might not be that bad.'

'Well, that's settled then,' said Mrs. Simmonds, standing. 'If anyone has second thoughts, remember, Mothers' Day is this Sunday so you will need to let me know by Saturday at the latest, so that we can change arrangements.' And she walked towards the door, stopping in front of Kevin and putting her hand on the entirely visible and totally hard penis that was standing straight up against his belly, the head of it over the top of the waistband of the briefs.

'Good,' she said, whether to Kevin or to herself, it wasn't clear. 'Well, I'll expect you both -- Carl, Kevin -- to be on your very best behaviour on Sunday. These are the girls' mothers and they deserve a treat this one day of the year. Do I make myself clear?'

'Yes, Miss,' said both boys in unison, Kevin his eyes closed, trying to ride the excitement his penis was feeling from the squeezing of this old lady's hand and not embarrass himself.

'Oh, and girls...' she said, 'try not to milk the boys on Sunday. Let's give your mothers a real treat, shall we?'

...

The remaining time before Mother's Day was a time of suspense for Kevin and Carl, wondering if anyone was going to step forward with an objection to them serving at the Mothers' Day tea. But to be honest, they weren't quite sure whether they were hoping for a cancellation or excited about the event going ahead, not that they ever spoke about it to each other.

Some of the girls, during their milkings on these days, would mutter things like, 'I can't wait for my mum to see this beautiful cock', or 'I wonder if my mum will be able to touch you like this...' It made both boys cum extra hard thinking that these dowdy girls were going to be sharing their bodies with their mothers... unless someone nixed it.

As for Mrs. Simmonds, she was a little disappointed in the girls as it seemed some of them must have been talking about the special Mother's Day event. Her reason for thinking this was that one young student from the Phys Ed department had emailed her and, in very veiled terms, said that he was aware that mothers were being hosted at Holborn Halls and that Carl and Kevin were going to serve and that, seeing as his own mother wasn't coming on Sunday, he would like to help.

Mrs. Simmonds asked the boy -- Daniel -- to come and see her, partly to find out what he knew and how he had found out about it and partly to see what he looked like. With such beautiful men as Kevin and Carl, it wouldn't do to introduce someone who didn't come up to their standard.

Just fifteen minutes after she'd sent her email to Daniel, there was an incoming call. She picked up. 'I have a young man out here to see you,' said Jeanette, her secretary. 'He says his name is Daniel and that you're expecting him.'

'Well, he's keen at least,' thought Mrs. Simmonds to herself as she instructed her assistant to send Daniel in. Then she heard a light knock on her door, at which she came out from behind her desk and walked briskly across the room, her heart beating with the expectation of what might be behind the door. She was not disappointed. Standing expectantly was an exceptionally pretty young man, with short curly blond hair in a red tracksuit, a little sweaty, either from whatever activity he was doing in this tracksuit or from making his way as quickly as possible to her door when he got her email.

His face was red, either from embarrassment or from exertion, but so pretty with dark eyebrows contrasting with the fairness of his hair and a sweetness that made him seem young and sweet and innocent. 'Hello, Miss,' he said, smiling, revealing beautiful white teeth and a pair of dimples that cut into his smooth cheeks. 'Thank you for seeing me.'

'Not at all,' said Mrs. Simmonds, feeling a stirring in her own underwear at the sight of this cute lad, not much taller than herself but clearly in amazing shape. 'Please, come in,' and she stood back to let Daniel enter, looking at the hard curve of his buttocks as he passed by her.

'If you would just stand there in front of my desk,' she said, walking past him and retaking her seat. 'I'd just like to ask you a few questions as the Mothers' Day event was supposed to be...' She didn't want to say 'secret', because it sounded like they were doing something wrong. 'Supposed to be discreet.'

'I understand, Miss,' said Daniel, his hands behind his back. 'It's just that I was overhearing two of the girls from Holborn talking in the library... I shouldn't have been listening but they were excited about Sunday and about their mothers coming and about Kevin and Carl serving and... I thought it sounded like something I could help with.'

'And did you get any idea of what would be going on at the Mothers' Day event?' asked Mrs. Simmonds, looking the boy up and down from his scruffy trainers to the bulge in his red nylon tracksuit bottoms to his sweet face.

'Erm, I don't want to get anyone into any trouble, Miss,' said Daniel.

'Go ahead. What is said in this room stays in this room... In fact...' and she picked up the phone and said, 'Jeanette, hold all calls. I'm in a confidential meeting and don't want to be disturbed.' Putting the phone back down she looked back up at Daniel and said, 'Would you just go and lock the door for me. We don't want to be disturbed. Do we?'

'No, Miss,' he replied with a smile that seemed like he may have some idea of what was about to take place, walking over, locking the door and trying it to make sure no one could come in.

'So,' said Mrs. Simmonds as he got back to his spot in front of her, 'what did you hear about the activities at the Mothers' Day event?'

'Erm, the girls were very excited, Miss,' he said, trying to keep his eyes on the grey-haired woman, who was clearly sizing him up. 'They said that they couldn't wait for their mums to be served by Kevin and Carl and said something about underwear.'

'What did they say?'

'They said that their mums were going to love the see-through underwear especially as neither of them would be able to stop themselves from getting...'

'Getting what?' said Mrs. Simmonds.

'From getting hard,' said Daniel, blushing, excited but wondering if it had been a good idea to put himself forward like this. He couldn't read Mrs. Simmonds' face. Maybe it was all a misunderstanding and he was about to be reprimanded. But he'd heard what he had heard and the girls had also mentioned Mrs. Simmonds, so he knew -- or thought he knew -- that she was at least in on it.

'I see,' said Mrs. Simmonds, pondering in which direction to take this conversation. She could close it down and say he had clearly misunderstood what he'd heard and leave it there. Or she could investigate further. And he was an incredibly attractive young man...

'So, you thought that you would like to join Kevin and Carl serving the mothers of the girls of Holborn Halls while dressed in just some see-through underwear? Have I understood correctly?' she asked, her face inscrutable.

Daniel hesitated. How could he have been so stupid as to think this was a thing? Clearly the girls meant for him to overhear just to get him in this sort of trouble. But he was so turned on by the idea of being with Carl and Kevin in just underwear being looked at by all those older women. 'Erm, maybe I misheard them, Miss,' he said, disappointed in his lack of boldness. 'Maybe it's just a silly mistake...' And he turned to go.

'Not so fast,' said Mrs. Simmonds, not wishing to miss out on the opportunity of tormenting this handsome young man further. Daniel turned back, his face expectant.

'And what do you think the see-through underwear looks like?' she asked him. He blushed, fished for an answer.

'I'm not sure, Miss. But I'm sure I got it wrong.'

'In fact, you didn't,' said Mrs. Simmonds, deciding she was definitely going to go with this as she opened the top drawer of her desk and fished out a pair of briefs. 'These are the see-through underwear the girls have been talking about. The underwear that Carl and Kevin look so good in.' She tossed them to him. He caught them, looked at them, felt them... they weren't quite transparent but the material was so fine, he could imagine that when they were on...

'Why don't you try them on?' said Mrs. Simmonds, a smirk appearing on her face as she put her glasses on in order to see better the scene unfolding before her.

'What, here, Miss?'

'Well, I thought you wanted to serve a group of ladies in them so I can't understand why you would be shy to put them on in front of just one woman...'

Daniel bent down and scooped his trainers off then stood up to unzip the tracksuit top, slip it off his shoulders before pulling his t-shirt over his head. All the while, Mrs. Simmonds looked at him with that smirk, her pen in her mouth, her eyes all over his body. And it was a beautiful body: slim enough to see ribs and the muscles of stomach, with those enticing V shapes disappearing into his tracksuit bottoms with a little light hair across his stomach. She couldn't wait for him to pull those tracksuit bottoms down. 'Well?' she said.

He turned around, bent forward and pulled down the tracksuit bottoms, leaving Mrs. Simmonds looking at his hard, sportsman's arse in a pair of lamentable baggy black boxer shorts. Why did young men know so little about nice underwear? They so often had these terrible underpants that did nothing for them.

And then down came the underwear with Daniel leaning forward enough that Mrs. Simmonds' eagle eye could make out his testicles hanging between his legs and, as he stepped into the new underwear, his buttocks parted just enough for her to make out the pink of his hole. Then he pulled them up and stood, his back still to her, while he adjusted himself in them.

When he turned round, the first thing she noticed was that his penis was already hard and already straining against the fabric of the underwear. He continued readjusting it, trying to find space for it to go as it continued to stiffen. Mrs. Simmonds loved how boys Daniel's age would get hard just because someone was looking at them.

'Step around my desk, Daniel,' said Mrs. Simmonds to the boy, now crimson with embarrassment, his hands covering himself as he continued to tweak the penis in the underwear. He walked forward in just the underwear and his white sports socks and went down the side of the heavy desk until he was standing behind it in front of Mrs. Simmonds, who had swung her chair around so that she was facing him.

'So, is that how you intend to serve ladies, with your hands in front of yourself?' asked Mrs. Simmonds, sternly.

'No, Miss. Sorry, Miss,' said Daniel, putting his hands behind his back.

'Step towards me,' said Mrs. Simmonds, watching his penis twitch in the underwear as she gazed at it. And it was a beautiful penis: thick with veins and a very pronounced helmet, the ridge of which she could see in great detail through the thin fabric of the underwear. As Mrs. Simmonds stared at his penis, outrageously visible in these little briefs, Daniel clearly couldn't control it and it started to twitch so violently that the fabric of the briefs stood out from his body.

'And how would you feel on the day if one of the mums touched you, Daniel?' asked Mrs. Simmonds, taking her eyes from his penis for a moment in order to look him in the face.

'I would be OK with it, Miss,' he answered without hesitation. And so she reached out and caressed first his testicles, which were heavy and a little hairy, and then squeezed the base of his penis, running her hand up the underside of it as Daniel let out a little moan of pleasure.

'And if one of the mums wanted to take the underwear off?'

'That would also be OK, Miss,' replied Daniel, again without hesitation. Mrs. Simmonds took the waistband of the underwear at each hip and began to pull, having to pull the front forward to allow Daniel's now fully erect penis to escape. She leant forward to pull the underwear all the way to the floor, so they were around his ankles, taking in the scent of Daniel: his cheap shower gel, the musk of his young balls... he smelt delicious.

Now standing naked in front of her, Daniel's penis was so hard it was almost touching his belly. And yet Mrs. Simmonds just looked at it, watched it twitch, watched it leak a little pearl of precum. Daniel was desperate for her to touch it. Mrs. Simmonds looked from his penis to his eyes, where she saw his need for her to touch it. But still she refrained, even though she wanted this beautiful boy's hot penis in her hand, in her mouth.

'And if one of the mothers asked you to do something for them...?' she asked Daniel.

'Anything, Miss. I would do anything.'

She stood, the tweed of her skirt brushing against his penis. Hitching it up, he watched as she removed first her tights and then some big old lady underwear before sitting back down on her seat.

'Kneel between my feet,' she told Daniel. He did as he was told, taking in the smell of her: part nylon from the tights, part a deep woman smell coming from between her legs. He looked up at her face, almost shy to look at what was spread before him.

'Have you ever licked a woman's vagina before, Daniel?'

'Erm, no, Miss. I'm sorry.'

'Nothing to be sorry about. I'm going to teach you. Now, put your tongue out.'

Daniel did as he was told and Mrs. Simmonds took his head in her hands and pulled the tongue towards her slit. 'Just keep your tongue still, Daniel, and I will guide you,' she said, as she moved his head up and down so that his tongue licked her from the top to the bottom of her vagina. The feeling was electric and the view of this pretty young man with his tongue on her most private part even more exciting.

'Now you take over.'

Daniel started to lick along the vagina, which felt weird but incredibly hot to him, getting more and more excited, probing deeper with his tongue, tasting Mrs. Simmonds while her hands still held his head, pulling him deeper inside her until she was grinding herself into his face, covering him with stickiness.

'Lick the top bit more,' she said, breathlessly. 'Yes, that bit. Lick it. Nibble it... Yes.' And then a wave swept over her, a wave Daniel felt on his tongue and a long moan escaped her. 'This must be an orgasm,' thought Daniel, who had been rubbing his penis as he tasted his first ever vagina, the vagina of a woman old enough to be his grandmother. And at the thought that he had given this woman that much pleasure, he started shooting, long ropes of sperm right onto Mrs. Simmonds' feet.

She pushed his head away from her when she felt the sperm hit her, looked down at it and at Daniel's embarrassed face, wondering if he was going to be reprimanded for soiling Mrs. Simmonds like this. But she smiled, released his head and told him to get up in a not unkind way.

He stood, his penis still standing out from his body and still dripping onto Mrs. Simmonds' carpet. She reached forward and gripped it, sliding her hand up to get the last drops out of the lad, drops she caught with her finger and tasted. Then she came over all businesslike and said, 'Well, I think you did very well during that test, Daniel.'

Daniel, forgetting that he still had the underwear around his ankles, went to move away from the desk and almost fell then, laughing an embarrassed laugh, bent down to pull the underwear up, trying to cover his still half-erect penis without much luck.

'Erm, before you go, I just need to check one thing. Pull them back down.'

'Yes, Miss.'

'Now turn around and bend over.'

Mrs. Simmonds loved this view of a young man: his buttocks, his perineum, his balls between his legs.

'Now pull your cheeks apart.'

'Erm...' Daniel blushed but not able to refuse by now, he did as he was told.

Mrs. Simmonds came up behind him and crouched. He could see her between his legs as she looked between his buttocks, so close he could feel her breath on his hole.

'I just wanted to make sure you were nice here as well,' she said, standing up. 'I think you should maybe shave down there. Don't worry, I'll get Alison at Holborn Halls to do it for you. She's the expert.'

And with that he was dismissed, told to be at Holborn Halls at 10am on Sunday so he could meet Carl and Kevin and receive his instructions.