Thank you for your comments and votes for Chapter 1 - I hope you enjoy Chapter 2.
The story so far -- Ryan moved in with his Dad's second family when he was six. He suddenly had a slightly younger sister and a new Mum. Ryan wasn't to see his real Mum again for many years. His Dad was soon beating Ryan's new Mum, as he had Ryan's real Mum. His new Mum put up with it until Ryan and his sister were twelve. She came home from shopping one Friday night to discover Ryan's Dad trying to molest her daughter. She beat the sh1t out of him and sent him packing. The worm has turned, she said. Ryan and his Sister became very close after that and Mum gave them the Birds 'n' Bees talk. Wait until you are eighteen, was the very strong message she gave them both.
The day arrived! My coming of age, tomorrow. It was Friday, my Big Birthday was Saturday. Mum organised a special Friday night out for us so that we could celebrate my Coming-of-Age from midnight. We all dressed up and went to the local theatre, a first for Chrissie and me, then for a meal in the local Italian restaurant.
Chrissie looked excitingly innocent in her virginal, white party dress. It was short enough to be interesting but not too short to be worn in public. It fitted her like a glove emphasising her wonderful transition from girlhood to womanhood. Her boobs had developed much more than nicely and were a match for her Mother's. She really should have worn a bra but I wasn't going to mention it if Mum didn't. At the bottom of her, bare, shapely legs were white high heels. Her long hair flowed over her shoulders freely where normally it would be in a long pony-tail. Over her shoulder was a simple, white shoulder bag, barely big enough to hold a hanky and a credit card.
Mum looked absolutely stunning in black. 'I'm not a virgin' she explained. Her dress was very similar style to Chrissie's but quite a bit shorter, 'I'm not innocent either'. The extra three or four inches of bare leg looked incredible with her black heels. Mum's long hair was tied back in a high ponytail making her look very girlish. Her shoulder bag was slightly bigger than Chrissie's as she had more to carry. Mum was dressed to seduce and it worked. The longest seduction on record.
After Chrissie and I had made lots of very appreciative noises Mum slipped off her heels and passed them to me. As she bent to put on her driving pumps I just caught the tiniest glimpse of her panties which made my horny, I'm very nearly old enough to fuck, cock twitch expectantly.
I've spent hours on the beach with Mum in her swimming costume so why does a quick, half glimpse of panties have that effect on me? Every time? Guess I'll just have to live with it.
"I'm driving. Ryan, birthday boy, in the front with me. Chrissie, you alright in the back? Plenty of space behind me."
I was a well brought up young man. I held the door for Mum, she hitched up her skirt, sat on the seat and slowly swung her long, beautiful legs inboard. She looked up at me and smiled.
"Did you like that?" she giggled.
I did, very much, little red panties.
With Mum safely settled I turned my attention to my Sister. She lifted her hem, sat on the seat and swung her equally exciting legs inboard. No glimpse of panties.
"No view of my panties," she teased, "not until I am old enough to enjoy you sliding them down and off."
I bent down, stole a kiss and reached over her ample breasts to fasten her seat belt. With my Sister safe and sorted I closed the door and went to my door. Mum was waiting for me to fasten her seat belt. This required that I reach over her to get the belt from the drivers door pillar, guide it gently over her fulsome breasts ensuring that I applied no damaging pressure whilst at the same time making sure that the lower part of her strap fitted snugly into her lap. It needed care and attention so I didn't rush.
"Thank you Darling," she chuckled, "and for the record I'm already old enough to enjoy having my panties removed by a young man and..." she looked carefully at the clock on the dashboard, "in five hours and three minutes, you'll be old enough to be that young man."
"Thanks Mum," I said giving her a gentle kiss on the cheek, "I'm looking forward to that."
"Me too, Darling."
"And me!" came Chrissie's voice from the back.
I looked back. Chrissie's hem was high up her legs but not high enough to see the colour of her panties.
"Patience, Big Bro only another three weeks, four days and a few hours to wait before you can see and remove them," she teased.
"Wasn't looking," I tried valiantly, "surprised you can't wait either, is all."
"Be much more fun if only one of us hasn't a clue what to do, don't you think? You've got just twenty five days to become an expert. Think you can handle it Mum?"
"Give it my best shot, promise," giggled Mum, "now settle down or we'll be late."
It was an Amateur Dramatics production of 'The Servant of two Masters', a comedy written way back in 1746. Good comedy clearly doesn't age. Couldn't help wondering if Mum had chosen it deliberately, The Servant of two Mistresses? Maybe?
I found it hilarious and very quickly found myself thinking of me in the role of the Servant dashing back and forth between my to wonderful women.
The Italian meal was appropriate as the play was originally written by an Italian playwright, Carlo Goldoni. It too was wonderful and with Italian(?) waiters and two stunning women at my table we were looked after extremely well for a busy restaurant on a Friday evening.
We were home by 11:30. We had coffee then Mum broke open a bottle of Chianti. At Midnight Mum and Chrissie toasted their handsome new adult male and I returned with a toast to my two stunningly beautiful women.
Chrissie gave me a big hug and a not at all Sisterly kiss.
"Happy Birthday Big Bro! Enjoy my present. Learn and practice as much as you can, I'm counting on you."
She gave me another unsisterly kiss, picked up her half full glass of wine and headed for bed. She stopped at the door and turned.
"Just so you know, it's a present that will keep on giving..." she grinned happily and left Mum and I alone.
"Thanks sweetheart, do the same for you in twenty five days." Mum called after her delightedly, "Fancy another glass of wine, fellow adult?"
I did. Dutch courage. The moment of truth? Was I man enough for the job? Mum topped up our glasses and turned away from me to put the bottle back on the table.
"Undo me please, Darling."
Undoing Mum and Chrissie had become quite a regular thing over the last few months. Part of the constant, gentle teasing I had to endure. I really didn't mind. Once unhooked I'd slide the zip down enough to expose their shoulder blades then deliver a kiss right on the spine between them. It made them shiver. Two can play at that game. I'd left them to it, until tonight.
I unzipped Mum all the way down to the bottom and her bottom. As the zip lowered so my mouth lowered as I kissed further and further down her exposed spine. There wasn't a bra strap to navigate passed. The only obstacle I expected was the top string of her little panties.
It wasn't there!
Reaching upwards I eased the dress off of Mum's shoulders. It wasn't difficult, they were very thin straps. Mum giggled girlishly and did a little shimmy catching the thin straps in the crook of her arm. The dress sank lower exposing the top of her bottom but still no red panties!
My kisses followed the material, down the crack between her cheeks. Mum started to murmur contentedly. I gently tugged on the dress material. Mum lowered her arms allowing the dress to pool around her feet. No panties! Mum was naked!
"Woah! When did you take those off?"
"In the restaurant."
"How?"
"Very carefully."
"So, where are they?"
