Carl At Uni Ch 6 Mothers Day 2

Daniel, dressed in a tracksuit with a rucksack on his back, arrived at 9.45 on Sunday morning for his ten o'clock, he was so afraid of being late and missing something. His heart was pounding and he had a semi-erection even just walking to Holborn Halls. When he got there, he just sat on the wall, looking at his phone every 30 seconds, not wanting to ring the bell a moment before his time. And then he saw Mrs. Simmonds' car draw up.

'You're early!' she called to him, cheerfully, as she got out of her carb in her usual tweedy suit and sensible shoes, her grey hair newly done.

'Yes, Miss. I didn't want to be late.' What a stupid thing to say! He blushed. She didn't seem to notice and bustled past him towards the front door. Searching in her handbag for a key, she turned and looked at him, from face to feet and back again. 'You're very attractive, Daniel. Are you aware of that?'

'Erm...' He didn't know what to say but it seemed he didn't have to say anything, as she opened the door, stepped in and was immediately in a conversation with a girl who was a bit overweight with frizzy hair.

'Oh, it looks nice,' said Mrs. Simmonds, looking around the room that had vases of flowers, scented candles and which had obviously had a good clean. 'Well done, Alison.' Then, turning to Daniel. 'This is Daniel.'

Alison looked at Daniel. Even he could see the delight in her eyes as she scanned him taking in his golden curly hair, his broad sporty shoulders and finally lingering on the bulge in his red nylon tracksuit bottoms.

'Daniel is here to join Carl and Kevin in looking after the mums. Do you want to call them down so we can introduce them?'

Alison walked over to the bottom of the stairs and called for the boys who, almost immediately, started to make their way down, followed by Sarah, who had been in their room. The first Daniel saw of them was Carl's smooth naked legs followed by the sight of his erect penis stretching out the fabric of the briefs, followed by Kevin's hairier legs and his thicker penis in the briefs. He couldn't help but stare and felt his own penis start to thicken in his tracksuit bottoms at the weight of the sex in the air.

'Here they are!' said Mrs. Simmonds, cheerfully, as if there was nothing at all out of the ordinary about two young men in underwear with obvious erections standing in front of her. 'Carl, Kevin... meet Daniel. He'll be helping you out with the mums today.'

Carl looked at Daniel, whose eyes were fixed on his and Kevin's bulges. He smiled. 'Alright, mate?'

'Hey,' added Kevin, both holding out hands to be shaken. They could feel that Daniel was shaking.

'Well, off you go. We've left some briefs in the boys' room for you and Alison here is going to, erm, make sure you're ready,' said Mrs. Simmonds with a supressed smile. Carl and Kevin both knew what that meant and so did Alison, who couldn't wait to get her hands on this cute new lad, with his curly hair and what looked like a lean lovely body.

Carl and Kevin hopped back upstairs, their muscular backsides barely contained inside the underwear, while Daniel stood back for Alison, as if to say, 'After you.' But she ushered him forward, eager to see the young man's behind, just to get herself excited about what was about to happen.

By the time Alison reached the boys' room, Kevin and Carl were lounging on their beds, their balls and cocks plainly visible, while Daniel was holding up the briefs he'd just been handed and was blushing. Carl almost felt sorry for him and wondered if he knew what he was getting himself into.

'Right,' said Alison, walking in and using her 'don't mess with me' voice. 'Have you showered this morning, Daniel?'

'Erm, yes, Miss,' said Daniel, not really knowing what to call her. 'About...' he looked at his watch, 'about half an hour ago.'

'That should be fine then,' she said, walking towards him. 'Arms up.' Daniel did as he was told and Alison took the bottom of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, loosening around the neck so he could get his head through. She then stood back to look at him. 'Mmmm, very nice,' she said, almost to herself, as she appraised his body that was slim yet muscular and so free of fat, you could actually see individual muscles showing through his skin. Daniel shyly looked back at this frumpy, dumpy young woman he never would have even noticed as she quite literally licked her lips in anticipation of touching him.

She then stepped forward,and started to pull down the red tracksuit bottoms. Being looked at like this and having Carl and Kevin in the see-through briefs right there meant that Daniel was already semi-erect as Alison started to slide the tracksuit bottoms down, meaning she had to pull the front forward to avoid the bulge in his own underwear.

She pulled them down to mid-thigh while Carl and Kevin looked on, exchanging glances, feeling for Daniel, whose face was burning red with embarrassment standing in his underwear, which, to his credit was better than the black baggy boxers he had worn in Mrs. Simmonds' office. These were yellow and tight and stretchy so Alison could already see what was coming.

She ran her hand over the bulge in the front of them as Kevin and Carl watched and Daniel put his head back in pleasure at the touch of this girl.

'Don't make him come,' said Carl, smiling at Kevin. 'Mrs. Simmonds has forbidden it...' The pair of them laughed while Alison scowled at them vowing that the next time she had her hands on them, which would be soon, they would pay for this. She was still running her hands over Daniel's bulge, his backside and his naked torso before suddenly gripping the waistband of the briefs and pulling them down, her face grazing Daniel's penis as she passed it on the way down to unhook the underwear from his ankles. She stayed down and looked up at this beautiful blond boy, his cock in her face, the smell of his balls in her nostrils. Then she saw Carl and Kevin looking at her, a smile playing around their lips.

'Go into the bathroom, Daniel,' she said, looking daggers at Kevin and Carl, before following him in. From their room, Carl and Kevin couldn't see -- despite the door having been removed - but could hear the sound of water and Daniel's soft moans as Alison was obviously making a lot of shaving him. Then Mrs. Simmonds appeared. 'Where are Alison and Daniel?' she barked.

'In the bathroom, Miss,' said Carl, nodding his head in that direction. Mrs. Simmonds walked across their room, never missing an opportunity to take in the sight of these beautiful young cocks straining in the skimpy briefs.

'Alison, that's quite enough,' she said, sternly, as soon as she reached a spot where she could see what was going on. 'I told you very clearly that these boys were not to be milked this morning. Finish the shaving immediately and...' she moved more into the doorway so everyone could see and hear her, 'then I want to see all three of you young men in your smartest clothes with the briefs underneath. I think the mums might like the pleasure of undressing you themselves. Daniel, you brought your smart clothes, didn't you?' 'Yes, Miss,' Carl and Kevin could hear from the bathroom.

'Good boy. Now, all of you, downstairs in five minutes. And you can come with me, Alison. I think you've "helped" enough.'

Alison came out of the bathroom, a sly smile on her face, dabbing the corners of her mouth followed by Daniel wearing just his briefs, his penis so hard that the little scrap of see-through fabric had no chance of concealing it. He saw Kevin and Carl look down at his penis, half of which was over the waistband of the underwear, pressed against his stomach.

'So, what are we supposed to wear?' said Carl, who had assumed they would be going down in their briefs.

'Erm, Mrs. Simmonds told me to wear smart trousers, a shirt and tie,' said Daniel, almost shy in front of these two taller, handsome young men.

'I don't even own a tie,' said Carl, looking through his wardrobe.

'Oh, I brought spares,' said Daniel, 'in case Mrs. Simmonds didn't like what I was wearing. I didn't want to...' And he cut himself off. He didn't want the other two boys to know how eager to please he was, how desperate for whatever recognition he could get.

'Have you got one for me as well, then?' asked Kevin.

'Yeah, I've got about... ten.'

He opened his rucksack, took out the carefully folded shirt and trousers and a bunch of different coloured ties, that Carl and Kevin began to sift through. Then, without speaking, they all pulled on their smartest trousers -- school trousers in Carl's case -- white shirts, that they'd had bought for them for university interviews and then the ties, which Daniel had to help them with, they were that unfamiliar with how to do them up. Just then, Mrs. Simmonds appeared -- almost noiselessly -- and seeing them with their hair combed properly, the way mums like, and their shirts and ties, couldn't help but gasp. They looked so handsome, so clean, so respectable. She then smirked, thinking of how that respectability would be dismantled by the mothers of the girls in the Halls.

'Well, you all look very nice indeed,' she said, smoothing a crease in Carl's shirt, tightening Kevin's tie a little and running her hand over Daniel's obvious bulge. 'Now, I'm going to take you down and station you by the door, so that when the mums arrive, which will be in...' she looked at her watch. 'Oh, anytime now... So that when they arrive, you are there with trays of prosecco to offer them. Is that clear?'

'Yes, Miss,' they said, almost in unison. She gave them one last look over then led the way to the staircase and started down. As the three young men in their smartest clothes came down, the girls, who were milling around, making last-minute adjustments to the room, all looked up. The young men looked so beautiful, the girls -- dowdy and unsexy even in their best clothes -- couldn't help but look on with admiration. One even wolf whistled. Mrs. Simmonds smiled at that but said, almost sternly, 'Come on, girls. Let's not be silly.'

And then the door rang. Trays of glasses filled with fizz stood by the front door and Mrs. Simmonds ushered Carl, Kevin and Daniel over to them, and using head movements to instruct them to pick up the trays and stand side by side, straight as they could, ready for the mums.

Sarah opened the door and Carl could make out of the corner of his eye that there was more than one woman waiting there. 'Welcome, welcome,' said Sarah, cheerfully, her frizzy hair tied back making her face seem rounder than ever. 'Please come in and take a glass from our, erm, butlers.'

The first woman in was perhaps in her 70s, perhaps a grandmother rather than a mother, with grey poufy hair and a twin set in a garish pink that she probably thought looked a little Chanel. Her eyes lit up when she saw the three handsome young men standing with trays, smiling at her. As she picked up a glass from Carl's tray, she looked up at him -- so much taller than she was -- and just said, 'My!'

Then came an overweight woman in a floral dress who was obviously Alison's mother as she looked just like her but twenty-five years older. She went to Kevin, took her glass and actually blushed as she looked at him. Kevin wondered how much these women knew of what went on in this house and what kind of afternoon was in store for them.

'Oh, Mummy!' broke out Sarah, suddenly as a woman in her 50s with frizzy grey hair and jeans about two sizes too small for her stepped in. 'Happy Mother's Day!' They hugged. 'Have a glass of champagne from Carl.' The two women looked at each other -- a little conspiratorially Carl thought -- as Sarah's mum came towards him, licking her lips.

'Oh, Carl,' she said, taking her glass. 'I've heard so much about you, dear. But I never realised quite how handsome you were.' And she gave his bottom a little double pat as she moved into the room.

Before long, there were nine mums in total with Mrs. Simmonds and the girls making the room quite busy with women sitting on the couches, on the arms of sofas, on chairs that had been brought down from the girls' rooms... As everyone now had a glass, Mrs. Simmonds got the boys to put down their trays and sent them to the kitchen for new bottles of prosecco, which they were to circulate the room with, topping up glasses as they went.

The mothers were talking to their daughters, being introduced to their daughters' friends and their mothers but most eyes were on the three handsome boys as they circulated, their nipples showing through the cheap, white shirts, the curve of their bottoms delicious in their smartest trousers and their bulges visible in the fabric, especially Daniel, whose full erection seemed not to have diminished in the slightest.

There was a definite excitement in the air, which the boys couldn't decide was a general catching-up-with-family excitement, excitement to have tall handsome young men around or an excitement based on what they thought or knew was coming.

The next time the boys went back to the kitchen to get new bottles, Mrs. Simmonds was waiting for them. 'I want us to take this slowly so as not to scare anyone,' she said, moving up to Carl and untying his tie. 'Yes, Miss,' he said. 'Yes, Miss,' said Daniel and Kevin.

'I thought if I sent you back out now with just your shirts off, they will think it's just something a little sexy and funny,' she continued, her wrinkled hands now undoing the buttons on Carl's shirt and, when she got to the bottom one, pulling it from his shoulders and putting both hands on his chest then his stomach before moving on to Kevin and doing the same. When she got to Daniel, he was blushing hard and the erection in his trousers was twitching visibly. She decided to tease him a little and took extra long undoing his tie then, one by one, his buttons until his shirt slipped from his shoulders.

'So, Kevin and Carl, would you open three more bottles...' she went on, not looking at them but at Daniel as she ran her hand over his chest, his belly and then the shape of his erection in the black trousers at which his head went back and he let out a little moan. She put her finger to his lips to quieten him and carried on caressing his penis through the fabric.

The bottles popped and Mrs. Simmonds turned away from Daniel and clapped her hands as if to say, 'Let's do this!' Each boy picked up a bottle and, following Mrs. Simmonds, returned to the lounge. There was no announcement, just the sight of the three beautiful shirtless young men returning to the room and going about their topping-up. A Mexican wave of excitement travelled across the room as the women noticed this new development, nudged each other, mouthed 'Oh my God!' and generally became flustered.

As Carl leant in to fill the glass of the elderly lady in the 'Chanel' suit, her eyes met his and she blushed, her eyes travelling down over Carl's smooth chest and then back to his eyes. 'How lovely!' she said, though it wasn't clear to Carl whether she was talking about the prosecco, the event or his beautiful body in front of her.

At about the same time, Kevin was pouring for Alison's mother, the overweight woman in the floral dress. Like Alison, she was not shy. 'What a beautiful body you have, erm...'

'Kevin,' prompted Alison.

'Kevin. Absolutely beautiful...' And without any sort of asking for permission, she put her hand out and ran it over Kevin's chest and down to the fur on his belly. 'Ooh, lovely,' she cooed. 'I do love a little hair on a young man.'

Daniel was across the room serving to Sarah's mother, who looked uncomfortable in her too tight jeans and was busy trying to tame down her frizzy hair, which was covering her view. As he leant forward, he saw her staring at the prominent erection in the front of his trousers, which hadn't gone down since he arrived.

'Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?' she giggled lamely.

'He's pleased to see you, Mum,' said Sarah and reached out and felt the bulge, the first time she'd had her hand on the new recruit, trailing her hand from the balls along the shaft and then back again. She then took her mother's hand and placed it on the bulge, leading it on the same path from the balls along the shaft.

'Ooh, that is so hard,' she said to her daughter. 'It feels like a bit of rock in there.' And she looked up at Daniel who was blushing but who had pushed his hips forward to give her more of his erection to caress. The other mothers sitting on the sofa with Sarah's mum -- a woman in her late 40s with spikey hair and equally spikey heels and a frumpier woman with grey permed hair -- looked on open-mouthed as the lady they'd just started talking to fondled the bulge in the front of this clearly willing young man's trousers.

As they watched, Carl arrived to refill their glasses, his hand behind his back like a waiter in an upscale restaurant. 'Ladies?' he asked. They put their glasses forward, their eyes torn between Sarah's mother's hand on the erection in the front of Daniel's trousers and the sight of the shirtless Carl in front of them.

'Do you mind if I...?' the woman with the spikey hair started to ask Carl.

'No, Miss,' said Carl before she'd even finished asking. 'I don't mind.'

Looking open-eyed at the other woman with the permed hair, as if to say, 'Is he serious?', she reached out and ran her hand over the curve of Carl's backside. He was bending forward, pouring into her glass, smiling the most beautiful smile she'd ever seen. With a nod of encouragement, the permed woman reached forward and caressed Carl's other buttock. He saw the look between them: 'Can you believe this is happening?'

Mrs. Simmonds circulated, a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally stopping to listen in to conversations, giving the young men a feel just to encourage the mums until, with all three young men having been felt up by at least one of the women, she clapped her hands and said, 'Right, ladies, I think it's time to open your Mother's Day presents.'

The women looked at each other and at their daughters, slightly confused, sorry that this seemed to put an end to the enjoyment they were having groping the young men. 'You two ladies...' she said to the women who had been feeling Carl's buttocks. 'Would you like to open Carl?'

The women looked at each other for reassurance but not wanting to wait, in case this teacher lady changed her mind, they both reached forward and while one undid Carl's belt, the other reached for his zip and pulled it down. Then, together, fumbling, with every eye in the room on them, they unhooked the top of his trousers and, each tugging from their side, pulled them down. There was a gasp as Carl with his muscular entirely hairless body was revealed in the tiny almost see-through briefs, his penis hard and entirely visible.

He was blushing as the women in the room nudged each other, craned around to get a better view of this beautiful blond young man with the veins in his biceps and the roses in his cheeks, standing in just barely-there briefs.

'Can I touch?' said the woman with spikey hair, who hadn't even seen a penis in ten years, not since her divorce, though it wasn't clear whether she was asking Carl for permission or Mrs. Simmonds. And what a penis this was! Thick and long and smooth.

'You can do whatever you like,' said Mrs. Simmonds. The woman looked to Carl, as if to confirm this. He nodded and shot her his beautiful smile but before she could reach out and grab what was right there before her eyes, the other woman had grabbed Carl's erection and was squeezing it. The spikey-haired woman's hand joined her until they were both rubbing and squeezing the rock-hard penis and massaging his balls.

'Who else wants to open a present?' said Mrs. Simmonds to the room. She didn't need to ask twice. The women reached out to Kevin and Daniel and practically tore their trousers off until all three young men were in the middle of a group of women whose hands were on their chests, their buttocks, their balls and their penises through the thin fabric of the briefs.