I was shutting up my truck when mom came home. She walked up and gave me a big hug. Suddenly I was taken with how hot my mom was. Sheâd always worked hard at her body, trying to keep it as lithe and seductive as Amberâs body was hot and slutty. âHi mom. Lookinâ fine, I must say. What about me?â
I did a little turn in my tank top and shorts for her and laughed. âNot bad, Matt, not bad.â
Just then Amber walked out of the house and said âWell, mom, I see youâve found our yummy college boy too.â The impish grin on her face told me she was trying to give away nothing and everything all at the same time. She was wearing a pair of tiny tight soccer shorts and a cropped belly tank top.
âAmber! Get your ass inside! You canât come outside dressed like that the whole neighborhood will think youâre a slut!â
âMom, maybe you should just let her parade around like that. She goes out in public like that and sheâll find out all about how sluts get treated.â I shot Amber a lusty wicked glance, figuring she would like that thought.
âHmmâŠwellâŠnevermind I guess. I think in celebration of what may be my last summer with both of my babies, I am taking you two out to dinner. Go get dressed. No jeans!â She playfully yelled as Amber and I bounded off for our rooms. I opted for a dark blue dress shirt and some khakis, and upon my return to the living room was rewarded with not only a surprise in terms of women getting ready for a night out, but what they were wearing too. Mom had on a deep red dress that hung to her curves. The spaghetti straps over her shoulders revealed that she was not wearing a bra and watching her standing and talking to Amber with her back to me, made me question whether she was wearing any underwear at all. Then as Amber pointed to me, mom stepped aside and turned to look. I was almost dead with the view Amber provided. She was wearing a white sundress with light blue flowers on it, and from a good look at her, I was SURE she was wearing no underwear of any kind. The dress was just that see through. I guess sheâd taken my advice about dressing like a slut in public, and since mom hadnât said anything that Iâd heard, she must have been okay with it.
âWell ladies? Shall we? How lucky can a guy be? A night on the town with two ravishing beauties. I smiled through the conversations as I drove to the restaurant mom had picked. The conversation was pleasant all through dinner and we were relaxing a bit considering dessert when Amber got up to use the restroom. Mom slid into the seat beside me and said âI sure could use one of your fabulous massages tonite.â
âWhy wait?â I turned her so she sat facing out of the booth with her feet hanging off the end and began to gently massage her shoulders and neck. âHowâs that ma?â
âMmmâŠdevine. I do so hope youâre not planning on just working my shoulders and thinking youâll be able to go out for the night. I need more. In fact, maybe weâll just go home and skip dessert if Amber doesnât mind. Iâm ready for a proper rub down.â She cooed and moaned softly as I continued to work from the base of her skull all the way down her arms and back.
âYou know, a proper massage requires a lack of clothing mother.â I said, figuring I might get a good look at her naked like I hadnât had since before high school. Amber returned just then and she seemed to have had the go home bug too, since she suggested it. The return home was uneventful, except for Amber playing with herself in the back seat and trying to keep me distracted every time I looked in the rearview mirror.
Mom headed upstairs to grab massage lotion and a blanket, she returned with those and a mat from the exercise room. She laid the mat and then the blanket down. When she was kneeling on the mat, she slipped her dress over her head, revealing just a tiny pair of burgundy thong panties. I tried not to stare at her ass as she lay down and then turned to me âWell big boy?â
Mom lay there with her face toward the TV, parallel to the couch. I ran up to my room and slipped into a pair of shorts, forgoing the encumbrance of boxers. When I returned mom was tapping her foot impatiently on the floor while Amber flipped the channels disinterestedly. As I crouched down in a squat, my ass barely touching momâs while most of my weight was on my feet, mom said ââbout time. Was going to call for a pizza soon.â We all had a good laugh at that after the great dinner. I spread lotion on my hands and started to work over momâs upper back. As my hands began to approach her lower back after several minutes, I scooted back and rocked down to my knees. As I did so my cock, by now totally hard, nestled itself in momâs asscrack, right up against her thong. Just two tiny layers of cloth between my head and her asshole. Every time my hands would even just graze her ass, my cock twitched between her cheeks. Once she moaned and wiggled against my cock. Iâd assumed it was just to get comfy, but I wondered.
Once again, I had to slide further back. This time my cock pressed right between her inner thighs, just an inch or so from her pussy. Now she was wiggling rather regularly as I slipped one of her legs outside mine with the intention of not neglecting the inner muscles of her thigh. As I sat there watching my fingers move over her legs like that I was struck with how easily I could âaccidentally brush my fingers over her panty covered pussy. So I did. When the coo that replied was a bit louder than any other, I made sure to brush my thumb the same way several more times. Eventually I started to work down her legs, but mom still squirmed like I was rubbing her pussy. I noticed a bit of a wet spot on her panties as I backed off allowing light between her legs. After working her calves and feet I started to work back up her legs. I looked to my right to see Amber fingering herself, her dress pulled up around her waist and down to reveal her tits. One finger slowly playing her clit while the other hand cupped a tit to her lips. I must have paused longer than I thought because the next thing I heard was a gasp.
âAMBER!! What the hell are you doing?â