Family Business

It came back to me right away.

Merely days after my eighteenth birthday.

I remembered it clearly as we'd gone shopping together; me to spend the gift vouchers I'd accumulated and her to buy a new outfit for a wedding she'd been invited to. We'd gone our separate ways and having been focused on what I'd wanted to buy was done well before her.

"The staff here are awful but they have such nice clothes," she stated when I finally located her in a dress shop and I remember myself grunting.

There was a ridiculously hot sales assistant roaming the floor and I straightened when she passed, trying to hide the video games shop bag I carried.

"Do you have this in a ten?" Mom inquired and the girl looked dismissively, waving a hand at the produce.

"Whatever's on the rack," she looked down her nose and Mom shook her head in bewilderment as the girl walked away.

"Cow," Mom said under her breath as I was mesmerized by the girl's ass in the tightest black wet-look leggings I'd ever seen.

"I think she's kind of nice," I defended the sale assistant and Mom looked at me with just as much angst as she took a dress from the rack followed by two others.

"Come on, I need to try these on," she stated as she headed toward the changing rooms.

"Ok, I'll wait out the front," I replied, thinking it would allow me to see the salesgirl through the store windows discreetly.

"Oh no you don't," Mom tugged at my shirt as I attempted to abscond. "They only allow three items in the rooms; I'll need you to grab the other sizes for me if these don't fit."

"Won't the staff help?" I complained.

Mom just raised her eyebrows in response before crooking her finger in a sign for me to follow.

There was a seat directly outside her cubicle free, which was unfortunate as the two curtains that worked as a screen barely came together on each room. If I'd been sitting outside one of the others, I would've had the amazing possibility of seeing a woman undress. Instead I attempted to distract myself as my mom removed her own clothing not four feet from me.

I delved into my bag and withdrew one of the PS4 games I'd purchased, reading the back label just as the salesgirl in the black leggings arrived to assist one of the other customers.

"Waiting for your mom are you pet?" She smiled as she passed an item through one of the other curtains.

I felt myself blush as I stuffed my game back in the bag, attempting to come up with something witty to say. "I'm helping," I stupidly replied and she again smiled, this time out of habit before she dismissed me outright.

Mom's curtain opened a fraction further and she poked her head through followed by one of the dresses.

"See if this one is in an 8?" She asked as she handed it over. The dress caught on the curtain and it swung wide, Mom's body coming into view. I averted my eyes immediately but not before the damage had been done. She was wearing pantyhose. Flesh toned. I dared not look at her groin but, in the mirror behind, it seemed to me she wore no underwear beneath. Of course, there may have been a thong hidden in the shadow of her ass crack but this too I tried not to even imagine. A cream colored bra pushed her breasts up to form considerable cleavage and with my face already blushing from the altercation with the staff, I only got redder as I attempted to get out of there as quickly as possible, irreparable harm done to my corneas.

*

I stroked my fingers down her arm as we spooned. My cock safe and snug between her upper thighs. I kissed her neck and she turned her face to look at me from the corner of her eye.

"It was the moment I knew," she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I asked squeezing her around the belly to snuggle in tighter against me.

"When I was there. In the changing room, your eyes on my body. I wanted you to look. To see me like that, naked," she confessed.

"Something I've always wondered," I kissed her behind the ear. "Were you wearing panties?"

"No," she sighed and it had my cock again stiffening, Mom immediately putting a hand down to allow it entry. Her fingers pressing my underside and sliding the head between her folds, easing me inside herself.

"Mmmh," she sighed as I slowly thrust my length into her.

"If only I'd known," I sighed.

"About my panties?"

"About everything," I admitted. "For memory I was more interested in the salesgirl."

Mom laughed. "I know, it's ok. I don't blame you. How could you have known?"

I didn't answer and she was silent but for a gentle sighing as I slowly fucked her from behind.

'As I slowly fucked her from behind.' My mother! Even thinking the fact having me on the verge of orgasm. I paused and released my grip around her somewhat and she once again turned her head sensing the change.

"What is it?" She asked.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Mom allowed my dick to slide out of her and she rolled in my arms, climbing atop me as I lay on my back.

"I did everything but," she admitted.

"What do you mean?"

"Three...oooh," she sighed as my cock slid again inside her welcoming vagina, reaching its zenith. "Three years I tried to make you see me," she confessed, her mouth upon my own, not kissing just content for our lips to touch.

"I don't understand," I admitted, my hands all over her ass as I controlled her movement, a finger tentatively exploring her anus before she casually reached back and pressed it harder against her, essentially giving her approval.

"Do you remember Monica's pool?" She whispered.

*

"Come on Mom," I rolled my hand as I waited for her outside the car. Still in her uniform from work, handbag over her shoulder she seemed in no hurry as she locked the house and headed toward me.

"Don't worry, it's your girlfriends house, she's not going anywhere!" She laughed as she pressed the button to unlock the car.

"Mom!"

"What?" She feigned innocence. "Oh, you think I don't know you've got a crush on Monica?" She again chuckled to herself.

It was true of course. Had done since, well, since I could remember. Mom's work colleague, probably older than her I assumed but I'd always had an obsession with something about her. Well, two things about her. Namely her ass and boobs. Her breasts I knew were fake. A crude comment my father had made years before pointing that out. But her bottom was all her. Large. Filling out even the unflattering nurses-like scrubs she and my mother wore each day.

The same uniform Mom still wore.

"You ARE going in the pool?" I asked as I looked at her in the driver's seat. "I'm not going to be the only one swimming, am I?"

She read between my lines and once again found me amusing.

"I've got my suit in my handbag, I'll change at Mons. And yes, that means Monica will be in a swimsuit as well," she added and I felt myself blush.

"Mom!" I complained as she pulled out into the road.

What I could've done without seeing when we arrived was Monica's husband open the door and welcome us in wearing only a pair of Speedos; ushering us through to the kitchen where Monica like Mom still wore her work clothes. My disappointment was tempered when the two women went off together to change, Chuck leading me across to the liquor cabinet.

"What your Mom don't know can't hurt her," he grinned as he filled half of my glass of Coke with bourbon. "Just come and refill whenever you like, ok Bud!" He added and I forgave his lack of attire.

We went out to the pool and Chuck was quick to dive in while I sought about finishing my first drink as quickly as possible.

"Have you seen your dad lately Lincoln?" Chuck asked as he swam to the edge of the pool. Not long since the finalization of my parents' divorce, I filled him in with some of the details he probably already knew from Monica before our conversation died and I was thinking about getting another surreptitious (from my mother) drink.

"Where are our women?" Chuck asked and as if he'd conjured them, Mom and Monica emerged from the darkness of the house. It was Mom who led, but it was Monica where my eyes focused immediately.

"We're here," Monica groaned. "Keep your hat on. Jeez." She was wearing less than her husband, material wise, if that was possible? A blue bikini, it did all it could to contain her most valuable assets and to its credit did prevent me from directly seeing her nipples and pussy, but only just.

Oh; Mom wore a one-piece but its design was lost on me for the time being as I gorged on the sight of her long-time friend.

So close she passed me on the way to her sun lounge I could've leaned forward and planted a kiss on her pubic bulge, her buttocks as she swayed, and I was thankful my board shorts were up for the job of obscuring my developing erection.

"Who's going to help me with my sunscreen?" Monica asked and Chuck, doing laps, responded with a 'don't look at me.'

"I'm sure Lincoln'll volunteer," Mom laughed as Monica lay upon her front, presenting her rear to us.

"Mom!" I agonized, wanting nothing more than to rub her skin with the lotion but way too embarrassed to even think of putting my hand up.

"Oh, it's alright, I'll do it," Mom acquiesced. It was then I 'did' notice the swimsuit my mother wore.

With my sunglasses, it wasn't obvious where my eyes were trained as I watched my mother apply sunscreen to my childhood crush's body, her apparently new swimsuit looking like it was yet to be finished. Areas surely remaining unsewn. Sitting to the rear of Monica, Mom massaged the creme into her friends back and shoulders, it was then I really saw her breasts. My mother's breasts. I mean not all of them, just what protruded from the edge as she leaned forward. She had side-boob! And then her cleavage. Working on Monica's thighs, her torso hovering above Mon's ass I was 'forced' to stare right at my mother's tits, moving as she massaged.

Divorcing from the fact it was my mother, it was easily the most erotic spectacle I'd ever witnessed, her hands pressing the flesh exposed on Monica's ass around her bikini bottoms, fingers slightly entering under the hem. With one leg raised on my lounge, I pressed my empty glass against my cock, secretly stroking the full-blown erection I'd developed.

"How's your drink Bud?" Chuck interrupted my impromptu masturbation session and it startled me back to reality, holding up my finished glass.

"Ooh, if you're going back inside Honey would you grab my sunglasses from Mons bedroom?" Mom asked and I blankly nodded as I deftly extracted myself from the chair without anyone seeing my condition.

In the relative safety of the house I rearranged my cock to a more comfortable position, allowing myself a well-deserved rub for good measure. At the liquor cabinet I filled more than half of my glass with bourbon and topped the rest with Coke. Why not take advantage, I thought?

Knowing their house well, I headed to Monica's master bedroom and was more than a little aware I'd actually never been in there alone before. Seeing her chest of drawers, understanding her underwear would no doubt lie within. Amazingly I controlled myself and respected her privacy, looking to the bed and seeing enough to distract my libidinous teenage brain.

Two uniforms lay atop the mattress. Mom and Monica wearing the same that particular day. The sudden realization they'd changed in here together having me once again picturing them at the poolside. They'd been naked in here together not ten minutes prior I told myself, and then I saw the panties.

A white thong. Satin. But whose? Directly beside them, light pink panties, what looked to be satin at the front but with a sheer back covering the buttocks. Were they Mom's? The sunglasses sitting directly above but touching both pairs. My cock still hard, I thought of the two women's asses. Monica's definitely larger than my mother's. I couldn't believe I had to picture my mom's ass but did I really want to get this wrong? For what I was about to do I wasn't proud of, but the chance may never come again and did I really want to sniff my own mother's panties?

Setting aside the sunglasses and noting the position the underwear was in, I lifted the delicate pink and white material up and examined each for size. The tags offering nothing, they could've been either of theirs.

Fuck it, I thought and brought them both to my face at once, inhaling the gussets in tandem. The smell; was it Monica or Mom? I didn't care. Right then and there I was so turned on I simply pictured my own mother as just some other random woman. Whether the pink panties were hers or the thong it didn't worry me, I knew something of what I breathed in was Monica. Monica's pussy. And that made it worthwhile.

Four, maybe five deep breaths. How long I actually stood there, I wasn't sure, revelling, luxuriating in the scent of pussy. Two women's pussies. Monica and some mystery woman. Not my mother Lincoln, I told myself. They're not your mother's panties. And yet as much as I tried to convince myself, I still pictured her wearing 'that' swimsuit, even the faded memory of her in a change room. Half-naked.

I totally forgot how the thong had sat upon the mattress as I placed it back down but did it matter, I wondered? They surely wouldn't notice. It wasn't as if they'd placed them there on purpose to see if I'd examine them. A test? I downed half of my drink back in the living room and topped it up once more, the alcohol beginning to more than a little affect me. Willing my cock to soften I paused before I headed back out, Mom and Monica laying side by side in the same position, asses to the sky. Did Mom need me to put sunscreen on her I wondered? Run my own fingers under the swimsuit on her ass? Jesus! I scolded myself, stop. The alcohol must have been having more of an influence on me than I thought.

The cold water sobered me when I entered the pool and also put an end to any unfortunate swelling down below, and as the afternoon drew on, Mom and Monica finally went for a swim as well. Monica rising from the surface; the water glistening as it ran from her voluptuous body would fuel my fantasies for years to come, I figured. More so when I spied pubic hair above the hem of her bikini bottom before she almost suggestively pulled it up tight upon her mound.

Strangely, it was the fleeting vision of my mother's wet cameltoe that came to me before I passed out that night. Seeing her adjusting her swimsuit, nipples jutting through the almost transparent material. I'm kidding myself. It was fully transparent, their shadow clear as day. Smooth bare skin either side of the bulge at her groin, the twin bumps of labia before I forcefully averted my eyes. Did she shave? I ridiculously asked myself before falling asleep. Dismissing the thoughts of her immediately. Drunken Freudian musings. I told myself.

Nothing would ever happen.

*

"The pink panties were mine!" Mom whispered between my lips as she kissed my mouth. "We left them there especially for you!"

"Seriously!?" A question answered years later. "I don't know why I was more interested in Monica," I admitted as I pressed my index finger harder against her asshole.

"I do," she sighed as the tip of my finger entered her ass. "Because you've always had a crush on her. You used to follow her around like a puppy."

"Well that was then," I kissed her mouth. "Now I want to see you wearing that swimsuit again."

"Oh, I don't even know if I still have it," she giggled.

"No! really?" I was genuinely disappointed.

"No just joking, it's still here. I'll wear it for you. I'll wear anything for you Lincoln," she confessed and her smile faded to look seriously at me. "This is real isn't it?" Her eyes became watery. "We are together, aren't we?"

I popped my finger from her butt and wrapped my arms around her, holding her tight as I came. "Forever Mom," I confirmed, and I meant it.

*

"I wish you didn't have to work today," I commented as I served her breakfast, Mom bending at the table to put on her high heels as she sat.

I stood before her naked (her choice) and at eye level with my flaccid cock, she raised her face to look directly at it. It wasn't expected but definitely pleasant when she kissed the head of my penis, her hand lifting me before she took me in her mouth. Immediately I began to swell at the sensation of her lips around me, the warmth of her tongue before she withdrew with a smile.

"As do I," she answered. "There are better things I could be doing," she reluctantly addressed her breakfast as I headed back to the sink, my cock standing proud.

"But actually, it's ok," she went on between bites of her toast. "I'm looking forward to telling Monica our news. She'll be thrilled."

"You sure she'll leave? It's a risk."

"Are you having second thoughts?" Mom posed, looking concerned.

"No not at all," I assured her. "This is the best thing we've ever done."

She finished the rest of her slice and headed across to me, white leggings and tank top, high heels.

"Will you be able to contain yourself?" Mom whispered as she placed her plate behind me, my cock pressing between her thighs.

"About what?"

"Being Monica's boss!" Mom pressed her breasts against my chest. "Having her here all day."

"Mom that was when I was young," I chuckled. "I've grown out of it."

"Oh really? When you were what two years younger?" She laughed as she kissed me, biting my bottom lip. "We'll see mister. Sorry. Boss. We'll see!"

*

I spent the morning productively. Removing all the furniture from the respective rooms, all my personal items from the bathroom. Come midday the two front rooms of our house were blank slates and I made a call to a carpenter friend of mine to see if he'd build a wall across our hallway to completely seal off the foyer as discussed with Mom.

When they arrived at 2pm, Mom and Monica found me sweaty, aching and mid-way through mopping the floor of my bedroom.

"Ooh, to think of all the teenage spillages that floor has seen!" Monica teased as the two women lurked in the doorway, Mom barely containing her giggle. It had been easily two years since I'd seen her and little had changed, her assets only accentuated in the tight white tank top and equally as constricting leggings.

"Hello Mrs. Morrison," I felt myself blush, though proud I'd been able to raise my eyes from her chest. "So, I guess Mom's told you all about it."

"She has Sweetheart, though I suppose if you're going to be my boss, I should start calling you Sir," she continued, echoing Mom's own line and I wondered how much Mom had told her already? Not just about the business proposition.

"I hope he isn't strict with us Mon," Mom chimed in, adding to my agony. "What if he decides to spank us for doing the wrong thing?"

The women giggled together like schoolgirls and it was fairly evident Mom had explained a lot. And why wouldn't she? Monica was her best friend, her confidant, much like an aunt to me growing up. Admittedly an aunt that was the object of every fantasy I had in my teenage years but an aunt all the same.

"We're partners," I again reminded my mother but the spanking remark stayed in my head for future reference. "Come on, I'll show you what I've done."

Trying to bring some semblance of seriousness to the occasion I led the women into the dining room to see how much room was now created, Monica recommending what equipment should go where, seemingly excited at the space.

"This is all happening," Mom enthusiastically stated, taking Monica's hand and reaching out for mine. "And I can't think of two people I'd rather do it with!"

"We'll make a great team," I added.

"A threesome if you will!" Monica added and amid the giggling, looked me in the eye and winked.

*

There was a vague memory from my past of walking behind Mom and Dad as a child. A poster advertising a Dukes of Hazzard movie on a bus stop, pointing out to my parents Mom was wearing the same shorts. Some 16 years or so later, I was now looking at that same pair of shorts as my mother bent forward to top up the paint in the roller tray.