We both froze and thought it was her uncle with whom she was living her incestuous relationship and who I had managed to avoid to date. It had sounded like a crack as if the person there was shattering something in anger. I hid behind the door holding my clothes and the cane, whilst Denise opened the door cautiously. Instantly I saw her relax. I had left the door to her balcony open. The wind had blown over an ornamental vase that had smashed on hitting the floor.
Denise grabbed me and held on tight to me in tears of relief. She had looked scared shitless. We agreed I should disappear before he did return.
Returning home I realised Mum was out somewhere. Reflecting on the day, I felt a gentle stirring as I pictured Denise having her arse thoroughly reamed by my prick and how it had been quite awhile since I last had an anal fuck. Not since I'd last been with my wife and how I had taken her in anger and how much she loved it after being neglected sexually by me for nearly six weeks. I had been in London about six months with work. When I had gone to see her, I noted her repressed anger at my absence. I hadn't obviously told her about Mum but I knew she suspected I wouldn't be abstemious so long. Bending her over the kitchen table and smacking her naked buttocks had got me going. She had long been repressed but was intensely sexual and loved being taken. So I did with olive oil from the counter dolloped over her slightly hairy crevice with my finger penetrating her orifice, followed by wiping my erection in the oily warmth of my hand, hardened by my barely hidden aggression toward her. It had been a glorious fuck.
Mum came home about 11pm but was nosey enough to see if I was awake. I shared with her that I had been with Denise and quickly followed up with Denise's agreement that we meet her at the pub sometime soon.
"Ok Ian, I hope I like her and don't feel jealous about her."
"Mum, your both gorgeous and about the same age. You'll like her I'm sure and she knows I've mentioned to you her relationship with her uncle, so don't worry about us."
"Fine Ian I'll trust your judgement. When?"
"How about tomorrow evening?"
"You don't hang about Ian. But that's fine."
"I suggest we meet her about 7 after work?"
"What shall I wear Ian?"
"Risqué, Mum?"
"Leave it to me then."
A brief peck on my cheek and Mum retired for bed, no doubt realising I had indulged earlier. It was important that I escort Mum to the pub so as not to leave her exposed. Denise has agreed this was best. We arrived early and waited for Denise. I had met Mum en route and she had her winter coat on. On arrival we chose individual seats rather than the sofas, leaving a third seat for Denise. Taking off her coat, Mum revealed a dark silk blouse and skirt with seamed stockings and medium heels. What was startling was that she was braless with the blouse open to mid-breast showing a wonderful cleavage for her gently drooping beauties. Stunning and unexpected. She smiled in response to my reaction.
Shortly after, Denise came in, saw us, looking a little cautious and shy. I introduced them. Denise noticed Mum's cleavage but said nothing. I went to the bar to get our drinks. As I did Denise took off her coat. She wore the identical clothing she had worn when I first saw her - the semi transparent light cream blouse revealing the outline of her bra. It was the strap folding round her body holding her full breasts that had struck me as well as the tightness of the bra on her that had grabbed my initial attention. The strap that was at least two inches in depth at the side that did the job for which they were made, holding her bra to support such a load making the bra quite tight. The effect was to create a slight bulge above and below the strap where it met her back and side. What I hadn't noticed the first time was that the blouse was transparent enough to reveal a tightened cleavage squeezing her breasts together. Both Mum and Denise had each gone to a lot of trouble in their own ways.
They seemed to be chatting amiably as I gathered up the drinks and joined them.
"Ian, we both agree that we have both dressed up for you tonight."
Mum, if I know you well enough, I think you dressed up for each other as well." I ensured I scanned their breasts appreciatively too.
They beamed.
After polite conversation making the atmosphere more relaxed, Mum grasped the nettle.
"It must have been a very significant relationship with your uncle Denise."
"You don't skirmish Jean do you? And yes it was and in some respects, still is. And you and Ian, Jean?"
I interjected."Thank you both for getting through that bush."
We all smiled and grasped hands at our sudden intimacy.
"And you obviously love both our bushes Ian."
Mum blushed at Denise's audacity but broke into laughter at the remark.
