"Yeah, I live with my mum", Carly giggled. Her silver t-shirt stretched across her breasts as she arched back in her chair. "Dad left us both when I was born. Bastard", she added impassively.
I grinned as I looked at Carly's creamy belly, exposed above the waist of her satin hipster skirt. These young girls really know how to turn a guy on, I thought to myself, as she stroked her stomach with her fingers.
"Do you have kids?" she asked, flicking her hair back and leaning back even further in her seat, making her t-shirt ride up a bit more.
"Nope", I replied, sipping my beer, and imagining my tongue running across that taut flesh.
I'd asked this little vixen out on a date, assuming she'd think I was too old. She worked in a CD shop and I couldn't keep my eyes off her tight, swaying butt as she moved around the shop. Her blonde hair was growing out at the roots but she had a nice jiggling pair of breasts that she wasn't in a hurry to hide. I met her at the shop after work and, for our dinner date, she'd changed her clothes - swapped her jeans for this slinky skirt and her scuffed sneakers for high-heeled strappy shoes.
"So what now?" she smiled, after the last of the food had been eaten and the bill had been paid.
Her smile continued, as she leaned back again and looped her fingers into the top of her little skirt, pushing it down so I could glimpse her hip bones.
"Looks like that skirt's a bit uncomfortable", I grinned, wondering why I couldn't see the waistband of her panties.
I ended up taking her just a few blocks away, to my office, which was empty so late at night. I lay her down on my desk and kissed her cute little feet with their blue painted nails in their strappy shoes. She wriggled her skirt off altogether, showing me she wasn't wearing panties and offered her warm, wet, open lips.
"You are shameless!" I laughed, as we kissed, her legs winding around the small of my back.
I don't think my desk has ever seen so much work done on it. For an hour or more we alternated positions until we were both completely naked and covered in sweat and, eventually, cum.
"So, do you have a girlfriend or a wife?" Carly asked coolly, as she slid her skirt back on.
"Um, yeah, I do", I offered. Honesty is the best policy in these cases, I've found. Sometimes women flip out when I tell them; other times, like now, they're secretly pleased.
"Wow, that's cool", Carly grinned, flashing her big white teeth. "So, are you just into one-nighters, or would you do it again?"
"It's always more risky to do it more than once with a girl", I added, thinking of another girl who my girlfriend nearly found out about recently.
"But, with you, yes" I added, watching her stretch her top down over her tits.
"I like older guys, that's all", Carly said, sitting on the edge of my desk and pulling up her skirt to show her thighs.
"Shall I?" I offered, kneeling down in front of her.
She nodded, so I helped her do up the straps of her high heels. "Will you take me home?" she asked. "There's nobody there; my mother's away for the night".
+ + + +
"Mum's left me a note", Carly said, back at her place. She was mixing me a drink in the kitchen and a piece of red notepaper was put out for her.
"What does she say?"
"Probably back very late tonight!" Carly giggled. "I hope that means in the morning. She's been going out with this guy, Roger, but I don't think they've fucked yet".
I looked at my watch and saw the time was 1.20am. "Does she know you go out with guys like me?" I smiled.
"Sure she does", Carly replied, with a wink. "She's a bit jealous, I think. That I can pull guys easier than she can. Here's some pics of her". Carly pulled out a sheaf of photos from behind a fruit bowl.
"She's very attractive", I commented, seeing a tall, slim, dark-haired woman with her daughter. Guys older than me would have called her 'well-preserved'. "She looks young", I added.
"Yeah, she is", Carly said. "Only 17 when she had me".
I did some mental calculations. Allowing Carly to be, at the most, 21, that meant her mother was about my age. Hmmm.
As I flipped through the photos a few caught my eye. "What's this one?" I asked, seeing a waist-up shot of Carly with her mother, both topless, sitting either side of a guy at the beach.
"Oh, that's Will. Mum's ex", Carly offered blithely. She didn't say anything about why Will's hand cupped Carly's bare breast.
Another couple of photos were of Carly's mother at some party, sitting in a too-short miniskirt, with a tell-tale little triangle of bare flesh visible between her legs. I laughed as I held the photo to Carly for comment.
"Yeah, mum goes out like that all the time!" she giggled. "You should see some of her outfits". She took me by the hand and led me to a bedroom.
"This is mum's room. In there is her wardrobe. I'll show you some of her things".
I admired Carly's bare butt as her skirt rode up as she pulled clothes off the upper shelves of the wardrobe. She turned and surprised me by sliding her t-shirt off, then her skirt. Standing there naked, except for high heels, she just grinned seductively.
"Well? What shall I wear?" She rummaged amongst the clothes she'd pulled out, selecting a lime green nylon piece of fabric.
We both laughed, as Carly struggled to get into it. "I've got bigger tits than mum, and I'm an inch or two taller, so her dresses look a bit small on me".
"But I'll bet that doesn't stop you wearing them, huh?" I laughed.
"No way!" Carly giggled, as she adjusted the straps that didn't quite cover her ample bosom. The dress had a low waist and showed the curve of her belly nicely and hugged her butt from behind. It was thin enough to show that Carly wore nothing underneath.
"Does your mum let you go out in these things?" I asked, already feeling my cock hardening again.
"Sure she does. I say to her that if she can wear them, surely I can!" Carly said defiantly. "She started doing this stuff young, anyway. How do you think she had me?"
Just then there was the sound of jangling keys and a door opening somewhere in the house. "Speak of the devil!" Carly laughed, as she shut the wardrobe doors and picked up her own discarded clothes.
"Is me being here OK?" I asked, wondering if I'd have to do the quick out-the-window getaway.
"Hey, relax. Mum's cool. You'll see", Carly said as she kissed me before taking my hand and walking into the hallway.
+ + +
I was introduced to a slightly surprised Cheryl, a slightly trashy looking woman with big hair, wobbling on her high heels.
"Not much of an evening", Cheryl said. "Just went dancing with Roger".
I wondered why Roger wouldn't come in and take advantage of Cheryl's obvious charms: almost all of her long tanned legs in their strappy platforms were visible under her white miniskirt and her cleavage was on show too, courtesy of a yellow push-up bra and a low-cut button up top.
"Roger's gone already, has he mum?", Carly asked, giving her mother a hug.
"Yeah, hon", Cheryl replied. "Get us all a drink why don't you?"
Half an hour later, the three of us were sitting in the lounge, listening to Carly's dance music CDs, drinking our third vodka and lime. I'm sure Cheryl could smell the sex on her daughter and I, for she kept glancing across at Carly who was stretched out on the rug in front of us.
"It's really nice of you two to sit up and wait for me", Cheryl said, slightly woozily. "Carly, please sit up properly".
She'd finally noticed that Carly had let her dress ride up, exposing her shaved pussy. I'd been staring at it for minutes, with a growing hard-on, as Carly idly toyed with her long fingernails.
"That dress looks really nice on you darling", Cheryl said. "But you need to wear a g-string under it", she added, as Carly still hadn't pulled her dress down but now had pushed a finger right inside herself.
"I didn't wear underwear tonight, mum", Carly giggled. "I'm just a little bit horny still. Laszlo doesn't mind".
I was wondering what sort of girl has a mother who'll let her masturbate in front of her, when Cheryl answered my question.
"You know, Laszlo, I've always brought Carly up to be very open sexually. I've always walked around the house naked and encouraged Carly to do the same", she said, relaxing back into the arm of the sofa.
Sitting next to her, I couldn't help but admire her long legs stretched out which were almost touching me and started to wonder if Cheryl herself had panties on.
"Mum!" Carly said, sitting up with her legs crossed, "You're flirting with Laszlo, I can tell."
"Well, he's a good looking man", Cheryl murmured, pushing her feet against my thighs. As her legs moved, I caught a glimpse of bare flesh under her skirt and my cock stiffened some more.
+ + +
Carly started ringing me almost every night after that. We'd flirt on the phone - and, a few times, have phone sex.
"You get off on chicks in sexy outfits, don't you Laszlo?" she asked, after we'd spent almost an hour talking about how sexy Carly would look in sheer minidresses and high heels. "That's why you've got the hots for my mum, huh?"
Both parts of what she said were true, but I was only prepared to admit to the first. "Well, Carly, you're right about the outfits. You wear a skirt very sexily, hon".
"Right", she said, a little sarcastically, obviously not liking the way I evaded her question. She was silent for a few seconds before asking, brightly, "Anyway, mum wants you to come with us to Ian's party next weekend. He's a friend of mum's".
"Do you want me to come too?" I asked, wondering if Carly could tell I was attracted to her mother.
