"Michael? Get down here!" I heard my mother calling for me.
"In a minute," I replied.
"Now, young man," mom said.
When I entered the living room, I saw my mom with someone her age and a girl about my age. They must be mother and daughter because they looked alike. Both were pretty and had long blonde hair. They looked kind of stuck up, but whatever.
"Michael, this is Dee and her daughter, Danielle. They just moved here. I met them when I was shopping, and they wanted to come over and help me with the clothes I bought you."
I just woke up and had no idea what she was talking about. "What?" I asked totally confused.
"I told you he'd forget," mom said and all three laughed.
"What's so funny?" Grandma asked, walking into the room. She had just arrived the day before for a long visit.
"Remember yesterday when I told you
and
Michael that I was going to get him some new underwear?" mom asked grandma - her mom.
"Of course, I do. I'm not that old," Grandma responded, then all four women looked at me and laughed again.
"Whatever," I said. "I'm going to play call of Duty."
"Stop!" mom commanded.
"Mom, I appreciate you getting me new underwear. Just leave them here or give them to me and I'll tell you how they fit," I said, raising my eyebrows in a 'stop embarrassing me' way.
"Nonsense. I told Dee and Danielle, you'd model them for us, like you did before."
"Mom!" I said. My face turned red, and I looked at the other three women. Dee and Danielle had evil grins on their faces. My grandmother just looked confused.
Mom proceeded to tell them the story. They all found it hilarious.
I simply stood there with my arms folded.
"Come on, Michael. We don't have all day," mom said.
"I do," I replied. She made a move to get up. "Fine," I said. Give me the underwear and I'll try them on and come back and "model" them," I said, using finger quotes.
"Nonsense," mom said. "Here is fine."
"Mom, I'm twenty, I don't want to model underwear in front of two strangers and Grandma."
Mom simply gave me "the look". I took off my shirt, shoes, socks and pants. Then I stopped.
"If he won't pull them down, Maybe, he'd prefer to have them pulled up," Danielle said. Before I knew it, she was giving me a wedgie.
"Hey!" I yelled. They all thought this was really funny.
Danielle then marched me over to her mother and presented my ass to her. My cheeks were spilling out of the sides of the underwear.
"Ooh, nice butt, Michael," Dee said, running her nails up and down my ass cheeks, then pinching both cheeks one at a time.
"Let's give Grandma a look see," Danielle said, smacking my ass.
I tried to adjust my underwear, but Dee came up and grabbed my arms, pinning them back behind me.
My balls were spilling out of the tight wedgie.
"I never knew a man who didn't like his balls tickled," Grandma said and then, tickled my balls.
My cock started getting hard.
I was then moved down to my mother. She reached up and traced my hard cock with her fingernail, even moving around the tip that had poked out. Danielle then pulled down the now ruined underwear and once again my hard cock slapped my mother's face.
"You really need to stop shoving your cock in my face," Mom said. Her warm breath felt amazing on my cock, and it got even harder. Then she said, "Hold him girls, lets get this first pair on him."