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Chapter 2, Thursday
Next morning at breakfast, I feared that things might feel awkward; but
Rachel jumped in and very matter-of-factly asked me, "So did you get a
job yesterday, or what?" "As a matter of fact, I did. You are now
speaking to the newest salesperson of EROS Lingerie!" I announced,
proud of the speed with which I had found a job. "But maybe you can
help me. Do any of your friends at school have mothers who would like
to have a lingerie party?" Rachel said that maybe some of the grad
students at university might be interested, and the twins offered to
spread the word around school. Part of my sales kit was a stack of
business cards that said:
________________________________
EROS Fine Lingerie
Parties by appointment
call
___________ at (___)____________
________________________________
So we quickly filled my first name and phone number in by hand, and I
resolved to get some nicer ones properly printed. The girls each had a
handful of cards when they went off to school, Rachel in jeans and a
tie-dyed t-shirt that reminded me of being young in the 60s. The
twins, of course, looked absolutely adorable in the uniform of Victoria
Academy, the girls' school they attend. They used to absolutely hate
those uniforms, but once the skirt hems were allowed to rise, their
spirits did too, and now they wore grey flannel mini-skirts that almost
disappeared under their blazers.
I got out the phoning list for the yacht club where our family keeps a
modest 36 foot sailboat, and started making phone calls. After almost
two hours of calls, I had eight expressions of interest, and one firm
booking. It seemed that Mary Caldwell was already having a party next
Saturday on her 80 foot motor yacht, but needed some entertainment to
liven things up. She thought a lingerie demonstration might be just
the thing. No, there would be no men present. "They only want to
seduce the women or take the wheel of the ship," she told me, "and
they're so frightfully predictable. Don't you agree?"
Naturally, I agreed.
The twins were home early from school. They had given out all the
cards and desperately needed more. Most of the cards would probably
make it home to various mothers, but some of their school friends
wanted to have parties of their own. They were ecstatic when I told
them about my first party date. "You mean THE Mary Caldwell? Tracy
Caldwell's GRANDmother? On the GRIFFIN? The coolest yacht in the
whole harbour?" I had to tell them they could not come with me, but
since they knew Mary's granddaughter, they might ask her to arrange a
young persons' party aboard the Griffin.
Then Rachel came home, and wanted to see all of the things in my sales
kit. "After supper." I told her, and instantly she was in the kitchen
getting items for a quick meal out of the freezer, and popping them in
the micro-wave. I took the sales kit to my bedroom, and quickly sorted
the contents into four piles, trying to take into account the tastes of
each of the girls. Then I carefully placed the four piles back in the
case.
Rachel is a respectable cook, so dinner was very good in spite of its
hasty preparation. Thanks to the twins, who can work when they want
to, clean up was even quicker.
The girls then wanted to see the contents of Pandora's box right away,
but I stopped them. These were sales samples, I explained, and must be
kept absolutely clean and fresh. Therefor each must shower before
handling any of the merchandise. For a moment they seemed reluctant,
then Jessie took Elizabeth by the hand and announced that they would
use the shower by the swimming pool so that Rachel and I could use the
one upstairs.
I had just got the water temperature adjusted when Rachel opened the
door of the shower stall and stepped in with me. Without a word she
began to soap my back, working her way down to my butt. I felt a
soapy-slick finger pass over my anus, then her hands worked their way
down my thighs. "All right Mother, turn around." Then she worked her
way back up my legs. Rachel spent a bit more time than necessary on my
inner thighs, and was very careful not to miss a single fold of my
pussy. As a smooth finger or two slipped into my vagina, her mouth
sought my breasts, where she sucked on each for just long enough to
make me regret it when she stopped. Then her hands swirled up my
belly, and soaped my breasts, pinching each nipple so quickly and
lightly that it could have been accidental. But I knew it wasn't. Her
hands reached behind my neck, and pulled me down to share a soft kiss.
"Mom," she asked, "about what you said last night about us sleeping
with you, can I be first? Can it be tonight?" I assured her that that
would be fine, then swiftly soaped her down as she had done for me.
We emerged from the shower and wrapped big fluffy white towels around
ourselves before going downstairs. Rachel wrapped hers under her arms,
covering her little breasts, but I just let mine hang from my hips,
making a skirt that almost reached the floor. The twins were not in
sight, so I entered the dining room, and quickly got out the four
stacks of lingerie, then I wrote each of the girls' names on the back
of a business card, and placed the cards in front of the appropriate
piles.
When I re-entered the living room, Rachel was sprawled on the love
seat, and the twins were just getting themselves settled on the floor
at her feet. They were also wrapped in towels, and both seemed flushed
and out of breath, so I suspect they had shared as intimate a shower as
we had. I stood before my three pretty daughters, acutely conscious of
my naked breasts and the tension of seduction in the air.
"Ladies, I am not going to let you paw through my samples." They
looked distressed, like children who had been told their birthdays were
cancelled. "Instead, we are going to have a miniature fashion show!"
They suddenly looked much brighter. "In the dining room are four piles
of samples. Each has a card with a name on it. One at a time, we will
each go into the dining room, put on the top garment from our pile,
then come back here to model it. Rachel will go first." I took my
place in an armchair by the love seat, and Elizabeth scooted over to
lean against my knees, as Rachel ran to the dining room.
Moments later Rachel entered the far end of the living room, wearing a
long black satin sleeveless coat, edged with black lace. It was tied
closed only between her breasts, leaving a deep V-neckline. Rachel
twirled in front of us, and the coat floated out to reveal matching
satin panties. She danced for us, twisting back and forth to give us
flashes of her smooth legs, wrapping that jacket around her like a
delicious licorice twist. Her hands went to the tie between her tits,
and the coat opened to reveal her tiny A-cup breasts with the soft
brown nipples so like mine. Then she made a little curtsey, and the
twins and I applauded and whistled as Rachel returned to her place on
the love seat, her pretty tits and panties still exposed.
"Jessica, you should be next." I suggested. Jessie leaped up with her
usual energy, and ran to the dining room.
"Ooh!" we heard her squeal in delight, and a moment later she leaped
back into the room wearing transparent pink panties with pink fake
feather trim. It had a short little cover-up of the same see-through
fabric, with little peek-a-boo cutouts for her breasts to jut through,
all surrounded by the same pink feather trim. She did a little fairy
dance, leaping around so her pink nipples bounced up and down in their
little windows. The panties did nothing to hide her blonde curls, and
she looked good enough to eat. Too soon, she imitated her older sister
by making a curtsey to her audience, to much applause. Then she
plopped herself down again at Rachel's feet. Rachel bent down to give
her sister a congratulatory kiss, as Elizabeth rose and walked toward
the dining room.
Elizabeth has always been my most reserved, elegant daughter, and the
white lace peignoir suited her perfectly. She drifted back into sight
and raised her arms in the hair. She held the wide loose sleeves out,
and waved them like willow branches blowing in the wind. Then she
slowly lowered her arms, caressing her own shoulders and breasts, belly
and hips; before extending her arms to spread the over-jacket wide to
display the dainty white lace bra and panties. The lace was not as
revealing as the sheer fabric her twin wore, but it was nonetheless
enticing. Hints of pink nipple and blonde pubic hair suggested
themselves. Elizabeth paused for a moment with her arms outspread and
head tilted back as if in an attitude of complete surrender. Then her
hands slowly descended until her fingers met in front of her panties
and started to delicately touch her sex through the lacy cloth. A look
of joyous satisfaction came over her face as she gently massaged her
pussy. Then she seemed to remember she had an audience, dropped a
quick curtsey, and ran back to me. As she gave me a quick kiss, I
finally did panic.
I realized that it was my turn to play in this game I had created. How
could I possibly be as alluring as these young women half my age? What
if I made a fool of myself, prancing around in my next-to-nothing? I
got up and walked steadily (I hope) to the dining room where the crisp
pale blue chiffon number awaited me at the top of my pile. It was
considerably less daring than the garments my daughters now wore, but
it was my job to make it seem sexy and desirable. I remembered how
Cindy had cupped her breasts as if to hand them to me, and knew what to
do.
I dropped my towel and pulled on the long gown, then I marched back
into the living room with my hands behind my hips, as though pushing
them ahead. Turning to face Rachel, I locked my eyes with hers, and
slowly let my hands rise from my hips to my breasts, which I cupped in
my hands and extended them as if they were an offering to her.
Mesmerized, she did not rise to my bait, so I twirled myself around and
came to rest with my hands once again pushing my hips toward Jessie.
She looked almost ready to rise up and come to accept my love offering,
so again I twirled and held out my breasts, this time to Elizabeth.
"Nice tits, Mom!" Rachel commented, and the twins burst into laughter,
so I did too.
Before I could sit down, Rachel was up for her next turn. She threw
her arms around me for a quick kiss, then ran to the dining room for
her next outfit. She was gone longer than I expected, and I was about
to check on her when she returned dressed in a filmy dark blue bra with
matching panties and garter belt, which held up blue fish-net
stockings. She carried a small tray in her right hand, with four
narrow wine glasses, and in her left hand was a bottle of champagne.
"I picked this up today, in honour of Mom's new job!" she announced.
It had not occurred to me before that my oldest daughter was now old
enough to buy liquor.
Rachel did a little dance, looking absolutely delicious in that skimpy
outfit. Raising the tray and bottle high in the air, she twirled
around until I worried a bit that she might drop the glasses. But she
had occasionally made a little extra money as a waitress, and I needn't
have feared. She smoothly glided the tray down to a coffee table, then
expertly untwisted the wires that held the cork.
BANG! The cork bounced off the ceiling as Rachel quickly grabbed a
glass to catch the wine as it frothed out of the bottle. She hardly
spilled a drop. Then Rachel continued her dance, with only the
champagne glass in her hand. She dipped her fingers in, and brushed
little streaks of champagne on the tops of her breasts, then down
between the bra cups. She brushed it on her inner thighs, running her
fingers from just above her stockings, almost up to her panties. She
dabbed some in her navel, and finally on her lips. Bringing her little
dance to an end, she struck a pose and invited, "Champagne, anyone?"
The twins crawled forward and licked the champagne from their sister's
thighs. Then their tongues fought over the wine in her belly. They
cleaned up Rachel's little tits and ended up in a three-way kiss. They
looked so wonderful.
Rachel poured a glass of champagne for each of the twins, as I informed
them that somehow two of the next outfit had been included in the kit,
and asked if they would like to model it together? They took their
champagne and ran off to change, as Rachel brought me a glass. "Mom,
they missed a spot." When I asked where, she told me "Right here.",
and pointed to the dampness of champagne between her breasts. So I
licked it clean for her as we listened to the giggles coming from the
next room.
Soon the twins danced back into the room, wearing only identical bra
and panty sets in bright yellow lace. The colour perfectly enhanced
their deep summer tans, and set off their blonde hair. They danced
side by side, bumping their hips together. Then Elizabeth moved behind
Jessie, and reached around to cup her sister's breasts in her hands,
while Jessie reached back to run her hands over Elizabeth's hips.
Finally Jessie turned around and the girls waltzed together, slipping
their hands inside each others panties to grip each other's smooth
little bums, and grinding their pelvises together. Rachel and I
applauded and the twins took their bows. "All right girls," I
announced, "My turn, and this will be the last one of the evening."
They started to grumble, but I told them we could play again another
time. Once in the dining room, I put on the same black demi-bra and
split-crotch panties, but this time I arranged them correctly to frame
my pussy flesh. My cunt was dripping with desire, and my lips parted
of their own volition. My erect nipples pushed proudly over the tops
of the bra's half-cups.
I re-entered the living room, but instead of dancing at the opposite
end from my audience again, I walked right up to Jessica and began a
burlesque bump and grind only inches from her face. Then I moved to
Rachel, and then Elizabeth. The twins think much alike, so in unison
each of them extended a hand to drift lightly up my inner thighs as I
danced. Each hand slipped a finger briefly into my cunt, and came out
soaking wet. They shared their fingers, Elizabeth licking my juices
from Jessica's fingers, and Jessie from Liz's. Their hands returned to
my pussy, but this time Jessica slipped three fingers into my vagina,
while Elizabeth began to lightly but rapidly rub her fingers back and
forth over my clitoris.
Rachel sat back and watched, casually rubbing her own pussy through the
sheer blue panties she wore. The twins' fingers felt heavenly as they
plunged in and out of my cunt, and my clit was ready to explode under
the rubbing it was receiving. My orgasm built quickly until it
overwhelmed me. Then my lovely girls were hugging me and kissing me,
and Rachel too got up to join us in a big group hug.
For a while we sat around talking, and sipping champagne. We all
looked at each other in our sexy underwear, and I noticed that the
girls looked often at my pussy, exposed by my crotchless panties. We
all got rather tiddly with the champagne, and when it was bedtime we
all got naked. We were about to return the lacy underthings to my kit,
when Rachel commented, "Mom, I think we're going to have to clean my
panties, 'cause I was getting pretty wet down there. We might have to
clean the twins' stuff too." Elizabeth and Jessie started to look
embarrassed, but I assured them it was OK, then patted their bare bums
and sent them off to bed.
Then I put my arm around my older daughter, and we climbed the stairs
to my bedroom. "You've had a big day Mom. Would you like a back rub?"
My girls can be so considerate. Rachel ran to her room to collect a
bottle of massage oil, as I lay face down on top of the satin cover of
my king-size bed. Rachel came in and got up on the bed with me. On
her knees, she straddled my lower back, as her hands began at my
shoulders, relaxing muscles I hadn't realized were tense. She worked
her way down my spine, loosening and releasing all the little knots of
a stressful day. She massaged my ribs, and the small of my back, and
reached the base of my spine. Rachel teased the dimples at the top of
my ass with delicate brushes of her fingertips, so that I started to
squirm with re-awakening passion. She moved to kneel between my spread
thighs and kneaded each cheek of my ass between her two hands.
I felt a warm trickle down the crack of my ass, as Rachel poured
massage oil there, then I felt her finger gently probing my rectum. It
was a new and unique sensation, and terribly erotic. Slowly her
oil-slick finger reached into my ass, and I felt like I was losing my
virginity all over again, getting finger-fucked in my tightest little
hole. I spread my legs wider, to give her better access, and I raised
my hips to meet her hand, as that finger started to slide in and out
just like a miniature cock fucking me doggy style. Rachel's other hand
continued to massage the insides of my thighs, but the delicious things
she was doing to my ass-hole made it impossible to relax. Rachel was
careful not to touch my pussy, so my orgasm grew ever so slowly, with
the sensations of pure sexuality swelling out from my anus to finaly
encompass my cunt and my clitoris. It was not a great crashing event,
but rather a rising wave that carried me gently in a continuous cum for
many, many minutes.
I rolled over and looked up at my daughter with wide eyes. Then I
reached for her shoulders, and guided her down onto her back. Her
skin, paler than her sisters', flushed a faint pink with excitement,
and her nipples rose up as hard as a pair of tiny cocks. I licked at
each of her nips in turn, caressing her tits with the curve of my
tongue. Her warm body shuddered beneath my mouth. I descended in slow
motion, taking all the time in the world to lap at her titties, belly
and mons. I tenderly took her trim hips and guided them so her pelvis
was raised toward my face. Then I began to eat another woman's pussy
for the very first time. Rachel sighed and shivered. Each tremor
moved visibly through her soft skin. I could detect the waves of each
of the spasms that passed through her. When I pressed my tongue
against her clitoris, I could tasted the tiny swelling as it pulsed in
time to her pounding heart. When I sent lower and slipped the tip of
my tongue into her creamy pussy, I could feel the grip of her internal
muscles as she shuddered through the crescendo toward orgasm. I lapped
and slurped at her cunt cream until she gripped my hair to force my
mouth harder onto her pussy, as she bucked her pubic bone against my
face. Finally the flow of her cum slowed, and I could gently slurp up
the last of it. I crawled up on top of my daughter and we kissed, long
and deep, then fell asleep in each others' arms.
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any suggestions about sexy scenarios I should try to write about,
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