I made it my mission to move the relationships in Jan's family forward now that she was fucking her brother on a regular basis, in fact we both were and he was a more than willing participant. Her mother and father were my next targets but I never imagined that I would read the situation so badly or have the tables turned on me so completely.
Over the period of several weeks I had tried all my wily ways of enticing Mr Mills into a little indiscretion with his daughter. I had her dress in her shortest skirts, wearing stockings, wearing short white socks, tight tops, revealing tops all with no apparent effect. We had even joined forces and played our games at an evening with her parents but still didn't excite any reaction.
Exasperated I asked Jan if she wanted to go into town one evening for a girly night out. I arranged to meet her at her parent's house as it was closer for both of us to travel into town by bus. As it happened I arrived first and it was Mrs Mills who answered the door.
She was in her fifties and very well presented. She was a little broad in the beam but was adequately offset by a pair of large, full breasts that she normally disguised with large loose tops. She was always very friendly towards me and both of them made me feel very much at home every time I visited.
On this particular evening I was quite taken aback as she answer the door. She was dressed up to the nines and clearly ready for a posh evening out. She wore a figure-hugging top with a plunging neckline that showed off quite an expanse of her large breasts. Her dress came down just above her knee revealing very shapely legs; I had only ever seen her in trousers before.
"Mrs Mills, You look like you have a hot date tonight." I joked.
She laughed and invited me in. "We are going out tonight and it's been a while. I've messed up painting my toes. Do you think you could have a go at them, Sarah?"
I followed her into the living room where Mr Mills was standing by a mirror struggling with a bow tie. "And after you've done her toes you can help with this bloody tie." He grinned.
"Looks like I've arrived in the nick of time." I said.
"Well," said Mrs Mills, "we're not in a big hurry and Jan phoned to say she's been delayed so time for a little wine, I think."
She passed me a huge glass of red and we all settled down for some small talk. A couple of drinks later and I was feeling quite merry and relaxed.
Mrs Mills had settled on one of the dining table chairs while we chatted and Mr Mills had given up on his tie and sank into the sofa. Mrs Mills lifted one foot onto a foot stool and studied her toes. From where I was sitting I could see a good length of athletic thigh. Mrs Mill certainly kept herself in shape.
"Come on then Sarah. Let's have a go at these little piggies of mine." She said wriggling her toes.
I moved over to where she was sitting and knelt back in front of her foot. Mrs Mills handed me a pot of nail varnish from the table and as I looked up my eyes couldn't help but look up her skirt. My eyes nearly popped out on stalks, as it was very obvious that Mrs Mills wasn't wearing any knickers.
Mrs Mills smiled that smile at me that said I know you've seen and I flushed, caught quite unawares of what was going on. I thought I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye but when I looked Mr Mills was sitting perfectly still with his hands in his lap. He looked at me and smiled.
When I returned my gaze to Mrs Mills her legs had parted a little further giving me an uninterrupted view up her skirt.
"You've noticed that I'm not wearing any knickers, Sarah," She said in a kind voice.
"Um, yes, Mrs Mills." Was all I could manage in reply.
"I don't like wearing knickers when I wear a skirt and Mr Mills is very keen. He like to see up my skirt if we're out." She continued as if it were the most normal conversation. "He sometimes likes to put his hand up my skirt when we're driving, which is very naughty, don't you think, Sarah?"
She didn't wait for an answer but instead said, "I've trimmed my bush to make it pretty. Would you like to see?"
Before I could answer Mrs Mills drew up her skirt and spread her legs a little wider. Her bush was closely trimmed into the shape of a heart. Her fat lips were clearly visible poking through the curls.
I gulped.
"Do you like it, Sarah?"
"Um, it's very pretty, Mrs Mills. I can see how Mr Mills would like it." I ventured after I collected enough courage to answer.
"Mr Mills likes it. It makes him very hard."
I nearly choked at that. It looked very much like I was being played and I couldn't do a thing about it.
"Are you big and hard now, Mr Mills?" She asked her husband.
I looked over at Mr Mills who had a big beaming grin on his face. The bulge in his trousers was now obvious. He nodded in the direction of his wife.
"It makes me quite hot thinking how he gets hard when he knows I'm not wearing any knickers. Feel how hot I am, Sarah."
As if it were the most natural thing in the world Mrs Mills reached down and took my hand and guided up between her legs until my fingers rested on her lips. She then took one finger and ran it down her slit. She was definitely hot and a little bit moist. She let out a little sign as she dragged my finger along her lips.
"It's very naughty touching like that, Sarah, but it feels very nice. Don't you agree?" She said still smiling down at me and guiding my finger up and down.
"Um, er ..." I stammered.
"Don't be shy now Sarah. I'm sure you've played little games before; you're a big girl now. Have you ever played little games with a woman before?"
"I, um, er, might have, um, when I was younger, um, experimented perhaps." I stuttered.
