Charlie was a little disturbed at how easily he and his mother, Pat, had woken Alison up. Considering Pat had just slipped her panties down and sat on her son's cock, right there in the booth in the crowded bar with Alison practically in physical contact with them, it became clear that she had drifted off not through alcohol consumption, though that undoubtedly helped, but just from ordinary tiredness after a long week of hard work and a long night. They could easily have been discovered by the one person in the bar who knew they were mother and son.
Charlie also had another concern. His mother may be a bit of a squirter. He could feel her wetness from the base of his cock, around his balls and along his upper thighs. When he stood up maybe everybody would see the wet patch?
For her part, Pat was glowing and kept glancing over at Charlie as they got up to leave, having to push through the crowd to head to the doors. Charlie was grateful for the crowd. If there was a wet patch at least nobody was going to think he'd pissed himself!
Once outside in the cool air, he was able to check and to his relief there was no patch to worry about.
In the spirit of his birthday celebration, Alison held one of his hands and his mum the other as they slowly ambled towards the taxi rank, joking and giggling. This too was not unusual with either of them, Alison had been a good friend to his mum for longer than he could remember and Pat had always been a tactile mum, hugging and petting him even out in public, even if not actually in a sexual sense.
They hadn't anticipated the night coolness when they'd come out tonight. Charlie was OK, but Pat only had on a light short dress and a flimsy wrap, and poor Alison was in a short, loose skirt and thin blouse.
Ever the knight for his damsels, Charlie pulled them both close and they walked with their arms around each other for the 300 metres to the taxi rank.
A couple came out of a restaurant and passed them in the opposite direction. They heard the guy say "Score! Good on him - threesome with two hot women!"
All three giggled. Alison was flattered that she'd be considered a hot catch for her lovely Charlie, whom she adored. Pat giggled as she wondered what they guy would have thought if he knew she was Charlie's mother, and especially if he knew she'd already fucked him that very night.
Poor Charlie on the other hand was now dealing with another problem. He had not ejaculated when his mother rode his cock in the bar, so he was pretty wired already. Then here he was hugging close in with the woman who had got him that aroused, and her best friend who Charlie had lusted after ever since he could get a hard-on.
Alison was a little older than Pat, about a year he thought, and a different body type altogether. Pat was medium height and slight build, tight bum and small breasts, and as he now knew a bald tight pussy into the bargain.
Ali, as they almost always called her, was the same height as Pat with a more rounded bum and larger breasts. Charlie had fantasized about her breasts many times while he wanked off. He imagined they were about grapefruit size, and once he'd seen her in a wet T-shirt and no bra, briefly, so he knew she had tiny sharp nipples. He thought it a little strange that his mother had smaller breasts but larger nipples, but then he thought Pat had breast-fed and Ali had never had children.
That didn't help the incessant discomfort in his pants. Added to the unfinished fuck with his mum, the physical closeness of these two gorgeous women who meant the world to him, the image of Ali's nipples poking through that wet T-shirt and the thought of sucking his mum's tits, and now he had to deal with them all snuggled close in the back seat of the taxi.
The women were chatting and giggling, but Charlie couldn't take his mind off his erection trapped in the prison of his pants. He had to squirm a little to relieve the pressure, hoping Alison wouldn't notice, and perversely that his mum would.
It was a short drive to Alison's apartment block. She invited them in for a nightcap, Charlie's "no thanks" was cut off by Pat's "OK, that would be great!"
Charlie looked straight into his mother's eyes trying to admonish her as they clambered out of the taxi, him trying to cover the tent in his pants while Ali paid the driver. She was bent over through the passenger door and a gust of wind flipped her loose skirt over her womanly bottom. She didn't notice at first and Pat looked away and giggled while her son ogled the fabulous sight of Ali's arse plus a distinct camel toe in her dark blue panties. Then a realisation hit him. The panties were pale blue. It was only the area around the camel toe that was dark. Ali was wet between the thighs.
He groaned and turned away. He was so horny, now for both of these women, and probably no relief in sight. His mum was loving it, giggling at his predicament, as Ali stepped back and her skirt fell back into place. Only then did she realise she'd put on a show, looking quizzically at Pat to see if Charlie had noticed. Pat laughed and nodded, so Ali knew he'd seen.
In her apartment, they settled in with a whisky on ice each. Pat sat opposite Charlie in an armchair while he and Alison were on the luxurious couch.
Charlie knew Ali was a bit of a minx, but she still managed to shock him when she said: "Did you see any hot women tonight mate? Or is that tent in your pants from checking out my arse?"
Pat's jaw dropped and she laughed wide-eyed: Ali laughed hard too. They were loving his sexual discomfort and being the cause of it.
Charlie wasn't going to take the tease so easily.
"I noticed you were pretty worked up too..."
The women froze, Pat wasn't sure what he meant but Ali's blush told her there was more than a quick knicker flash in play here.
Ali broke the astonished silence. "And just what do you mean by that, young man?"
What the hell, Charlie thought. in for a penny, in for a pound. He leaned close to Ali's face, to whisper: "You're wet."
Pat hadn't heard. "What did he say?!"
Alison didn't quite know where this was going, especially since the other two people in the room were her best friend and her best friend's son.
"He's being rude. I think he's flirting with me!"
They took sips of their drinks, Pat grinning conspiratorially at Alison while Charlie, still impossibly hard and beginning to think he was going to die unfulfilled, sat awkwardly. It was his mother who broke the silence.
"Well, I need the loo. Coming, Ali?"
Why do women go in pairs? So they can plot, that's why.
Minutes later, Alison returned. She sat back down beside Charlie, this time with her thigh alongside his own. Without preamble, she put her hand on the tent in the poor boy's pants and squeezed. "Your mum's gonna have a little rest. You wanna share this with me?"
Hours of repressed passion exploded in him. Charlie turned sideways on the couch, one knee on the seat, and reached for the breasts he'd dreamed of so often. Ali quickly unbuttoned her blouse and took of her bra for him. He stopped momentarily to admire, then overcome with lust he buried his head in there and began licking and tweaking Ali's nipples. They became hard and she moaned: "Ooh, that's nice. Do you know how many times I've thought of this, Charlie? Don't disappoint me mate. Give me your cock."
He stood to undress, she unzipped and stepped out of her skirt. They looked at each other briefly, and simultaneously pulled their underwear down.
