Tom was bored. His mother had asked him to help the ladies auxiliary of the schools parents and citizens committee conduct their fashion parade. He had agreed and then found that he was the only male student to do so.
Mrs Turnbull from the local franchise of Victoria’s Secret was supplying the clothes. The schools younger mothers were acting as models. A sprinkling of older mature women was added to help swell the crowd.
Tom was upset because the parade was to be on a Saturday night with rehearsals after school.
“Another fucking weekend shot to pieces,” he grumbled as he rode his old Harley Davidson down to local 5 star Hotel where the parade was to be held.
The bike was his pride and joy. His father had been a top rider and ran the local auto accessory shop. Tom who had for years helped out at the shop on Saturday mornings was given the restored Harley for his eighteenth birthday.
Being the only available male made Tom virtually indispensable to Mrs Turnbull and her team. Mrs Turnbull was a striking woman. Her thirty eight years had not harmed her appearance. She dressed meticulously, not a hair out of place. Her make up and colour drew Tom’s attention to her high cheekbones, her blue eyes and her full lips.
Tom, who thought twenty was old, studied her as they worked together. She was tall and slim with what appeared to be a good sized pair of tits. “She would have been a top bird a few years ago” he though. After that assessment he forgot about her as he studied one or two of the other ladies.
His final assessment left him panting to get back to Mrs Turnbull’s daughter Sherrie. Sherrie would snog for hours before finally letting him kiss her tits. Last weekend his hand had finally reached Sherries cunt. His fingers had stroked her clit before being brushed away. He couldn’t wait to get her alone again.
Listening to talk about dresses and make up, while he shifted and carried what ever the ladies wanted, bored Tom out of his brain. But his ears started to prick up and listen when a few of the younger ladies in their thirties started to gossip about the love life of their neighbours and other mothers. He noted the names of a few women who were apparently keen to play. He thought it might be interesting to see what they looked like.
He had been hanging around for a couple of hours when the final rehearsal started in earnest. The older ladies dominated the early parade. Gradually as the evening and day wear items were completed and summer swim wear and under wear came out the younger ones played a more prominent part.
Tom’s prick took a greater interest as the clothes grew more daring. Mrs Turnbull worked hard showing the young mothers how to walk seductively and show off her items to advantage.
She finally decided that she would show them by doing it herself. “You have to feel sexy and think sexy when you model my honeymoon selection,” she told the young mothers. That’s when Tom found himself developing a colossal horn. He couldn’t hide it, it was standing up and out, making it obvious to all what he was thinking.
Mrs Turnbull was the cause of his frustration. Tom couldn’t believe the way Mrs Turnbull`s body moved as she strutted down the catwalk in hight stiletto heels.
Her body moved seductively as the tiny nightie showed more and more tantalising glimpses of the cheeks of her arse and her hard tits. Her eyes shone as she licked her lips. “Ladies these clothes are designed to make you feel sexy.”
“They are designed to make you look sexy, wear them with seduction in mind as you strut down the aisle, think sex and exude sex.
“Shit” Tom thought as he heard her, “she’s fucking hot she knows it and it shows.” Within minutes other mothers followed her lead. None turned him on like Mrs Turnbull but Tom decided that a combination of high heels, sexy music, mood lighting and the parade’s nightwear made them all look “fucking horny.”
“Down boy, down” Sarah Smith’s mother whispered as she drifted past and gave his prick a flick with some hard object. Tom watched her wiggle her backside as he grunted and his prick deflated.
Late that Saturday night Sherrie struggled to sit up on their front veranda. “My god Tom what’s got into you, you’re all hands,” she moaned as she tried to rescue her bra and panties.
“Mum and dad will hear us, if they come out they’ll see us, stop it right now, or I’ll go inside.”
Tom was horny. He had left the hotel after the parade as horny as hell. Kissing Sherrie had added to the fire in his loins.
Even now after her warning his mind was on sex. His hands reached again to pull her back into his arms where he proceeded to kiss her until she relaxed. Feeling her relax Tom slipped his hand up until his fingers could again enter her now sopping wet pussy.
“Oh Tom” Sherrie moaned “we must stop. You promised you wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want to do.”
When Tom’s fingers stroked her clit and his head dropped down to suck on her nipple she groaned, “You promised you wouldn’t try to fuck me if I let you touch me.”
Tom knew she was right, he had promised. He had been more insistent, more sexually aggressive tonight than he normally would have been. He couldn’t tell her it was her mother whose mature body had made him so fucking hot.
At school his mates teased him about the fashion parade. “What were you doing down there with all the oldies,” his mate Charlie said when they were walking home.
Tom swore him to secrecy. “Don’t tell anyone mate, I had a fat most of the time. I reckon there’d be some hot fucks amongst those mothers. You should have seen some of them in bikinis. I’ve never seen tits like it and mate their undies and sleeping gear was awesome.”
Tom became busy when his dad’s brother had a heart attack. Tom’s family were forced to help out in his pizza shop in the mall.
Each afternoon Tom reported to the shop after school. He hung around to fill in if additional deliveries were needed. The only saving grace was most deliveries required him to ride his Harley.
He worked until eight each evening. Then he generally took Sherrie or Sarah Smith out on his bike. Sherrie was now allowing him every liberty except fucking. Within minutes her small hard tits filled his mouth. It took longer before his hand reached her cunt, but once there she would let him finger fuck her but not touch her clit. Despite the fact that she allowed him every liberty with her body, he had not succeeded in getting Sherrie to touch him. Each night he was forced to resort to what Charlie called Mrs Palm and her five daughters.
Sarah had no such inhibitions and found the bike a powerful aphrodisiac. A ride makes me horny she told him as they laid naked in the cool summer breeze on a picnic table at lakeside. “I love your bike” she whispered as she played with his now limp dick. “What do you love about it” he asked.
“I love it when I’m sitting behind you with my legs wide apart.” “When I wrap my arms around you and the engine throbs, I wish we could fuck up there on the bike.” They tried it, but ended up using the picnic table so he could lay her face down on its surface and fuck her doggy style while standing.
While Tom waited for pizza orders he strolled the mall studying “the form.”
“The form” was Charlie and his words for the ladies of the mall. At every turn there were girls and women in all types of outfits, from the shortest of shorts to Arabian ladies with only their eyes to be seen.
Women and girls of all sizes, shapes, colours, and ages frequented the mall; it was like a giant smorgasbord for the boys. Tom and Charlie rated their finds on a scale of one to ten. Ten was drop dead gorgeous and horny as hell. They had spied a few eights and nines but no tens.
Tom quickly realised that women in their thirties had great bodies and most had time to spare. Delivering pizzas had introduced him to a few who rated high on his form guide. On the night of the fashion parade he had heard the ladies gossip about Mrs Johnstone from the Post Office. They were laughing as they whispered; “now her husband’s away overseas she won’t stay lonely for long.
When he delivered a pizza to Mrs Johnstone she had told him to call her Mary and invited him for a cool drink while she found her purse. Dave liked tall women but short bubbly Mrs Johnstone had big tits and a round arse that excited him.
While he sipped his drink he studied her. She was dressed in a tight top that was cut low displaying what looked like hard fat nipples. “What are you staring at?” she asked with a grin.
“You don’t need me to answer,” he said “you know.”
She raised her eyebrows when Tom asked “did I hear the other night that your husbands overseas?”
“Yes he will be away for over a month,” she replied as she watched him lick his lips suggestively.
“Well I `m available if you need a man around the house,” he said as he noticed her shift to stand with her legs apart.
“What do you mean?” she asked. “Oh if there’s any thing you can’t handle or anything that your husband used to do, give me a ring and I’ll slip over,” he said.
