Chapter 13
Mike kept trying to remind himself that, as a civilian who had been recently discharged from the Army and who was on his own again, he would have to devote some attention to the subject of a job and the question of just what he wanted to do with his life from that point on.
At present, though, Mike found himself so wrapped up in matters of the crotch so as to put the quest of a job and career purpose in his life squarely in the background. He had lived frugally in the Army and had collected severance pay as well at the time of his discharge, so for the moment he was spending what little money he had to from what he had saved, and all he could virtually think of was when he would get his rocks off the next time. Foremost in all his plans, naturally, was his oversexed mother, who kept desiring to be thoroughly dominated by her homey young son, and Cindy, who kept gradually adjusting to her new role as a subjugated love object for a man.
Mike did his best to satisfy the lustful appetites of both women, and as Doris Ferguson became more accustomed to her son spending time with Cindy, her resentment terminated. She decided that there was no need to expect an exclusive where sex with her hot young son was concerned, just as long as he was able to satisfy her urges, which he was succeeding in doing admirably.
Despite the abounding joys that Mike was experiencing on a daily basis as he kept two beautiful, hungry women under his dominant thumb, an unfulfilled passionate desire kept grating at his nerves and causing him to toss and turn often when he would awaken in the middle of the night. Just thinking about the subject that was tormenting him insured his ever healthy and willing cock to stand tall as it anticipated some more forbidden action.
Even though Cindy had made a successful adjustment from the realm of lesbian sex and the tragic break-up with her female lover Fay, Mike still suspected that lying dormant within her was a quivering urge to let herself go again with a woman.
He began to think of how lustfully inspiring it would be for him to watch Cindy and his beautiful mother letting their lewd twisting bodies glide back and forth in the same bed as they supplied each other with tempestuous thrills.
Mike thought back to one time when he was in the early stages of his Korean duty. Several soldiers had come back to the barracks in a joyous drunken state, boasting about what they had paid two lovely Korean girls to engage in. They eagerly described the passions that the two girls shared while they watched, causing the other men, who had not received such a splendid voyeuristic opportunity, to become envious.
To this day Mike had never seen two sumptuous women make it, and he wondered just what would happen if his mother ever met the beauteous Cindy, who, he reasoned, would be captivated by his mother's charms enough to take her to bed. The big question in his mind was just how his mother would react to Cindy. He did not know if Doris had ever engaged in sex with a woman, but he did possess a good deal of confidence in Cindy's ability to push just about anyone to the level of panting animal lust.
As part of his strategy, Mike kept whetting his mother's curiosity little by little on the subject of Cindy, telling her now nice a girl she was and how well the two of them would get along if they ever met. Eventually his strategy succeeded as Doris
Ferguson suggested to Mike that he bring Cindy home with him one night to meet her.
"I'm supposed to pick her up at work at six tomorrow," Mike smiled. "How about me bringing her over then?"
"That would be fine, dear, just as long as she isn't too tired out from doing all that dancing."
"No, I'm sure she won't be that tired," Mike laughed. "Cindy's really a pretty energetic girl."
"From all the time you've been spending with her, I'm sure you'd be in a position to know," his mother said suggestively.
That evening Cindy wore a pair of tight-fitting white slacks which showed off her shapely ass cheeks to good advantage and a yellow blouse with no brassiere underneath, which conveyed the firm, luscious cleavage of her captivating breasts in grand style. Mike was happy over the fact that Cindy was so fetchingly attired, deciding that it would fit in with his plans perfectly.
As they drove in Mike's Mustang to his home, Cindy appeared a little edgy over the prospect of meeting his mother for the first time.
"I hope she'll like me," Cindy said.
"Of course she will. Matter of fact, she's a lot like you."
"How's that?"
"She's beautiful like you, is built a lot like you, and has the same kind of bustling energy that you've got. She's really a very daring woman and, I would say without demonstrating any prejudice, a very fascinating person."
"Is she a blonde or brunette?" Cindy asked with mounting interest.
"She's a very gorgeous blonde," Mike grinned, recognizing that Cindy's former flame Fay was also a blonde.
Mike was encouraged by the way that Cindy stared at his mother with almost open lust when they were introduced, and by the fact that his mother's eyes widened when she got her first glimpse of the statuesque brown-haired beauty. Doris Ferguson wore a bright red skirt that was short enough to amply reveal every line of her trim, firm lines of thigh and ankle flesh.
"My son has very good taste," Doris Ferguson smiled as she appraised Cindy's stunning face and form slowly.
"Your son's not so bad himself," Cindy quickly replied, "and I can easily see where he gets his good looks. In fact, I can hardly believe you could have a son as old as Mike. You look more like his sister."
"And younger sister at that," Mike said, triggering laughter from the two women.
"Why don't you fix us some coffee, Mike," Doris said as she escorted Cindy to an empty chair in the living room.
"The hell with that," Mike shook his head. "Let's live it up and open up that fresh bottle of Chevas Regal that we bought at the liquor store the other day."
The next phase of Mike's plan was, appropriately enough, to get the two women and himself as well thoroughly drunk from the Scotch. They polished off the bottle in reasonable short order as Cindy and Doris chatted laughingly like long lost friends. After the bottle was finished it was almost a foregone conclusion that the three of them would adjourn to the bedroom. Mike led the way, his heart palpitating with wild anxiety at the delicious prospect that the fantasy he had been dreaming about so long, his delightful voyeuristic escapade, was near at hand.
He stripped off his clothes quickly, sliding his shorts down his legs and revealing his rock hard erection, which caused both women to stare at it with swelling admiration and desire. By then it was obvious to Cindy that mother and son were on highly intimate terms, and what with her head swirling with crazed drunken lust, she didn't even care.
What with Mike completely naked, Cindy eased her body upward from the edge of the bed and sinuously glided her hips suggestively as she eased her blouse over her head, letting it drop to the floor as her huge, well-rounded firm ripe breasts popped free, her nipples standing out like two prickly pieces of forbidden fruit just waiting to be lasciviously plucked from a tree.
Mike pleasantly noticed the expression of open-mouthed and wide-eyed awe that captivated his mother as she got her first glimpse of young Cindy's voluptuous melons.
"What a pair of tits," Doris gasped.
"Just wait until you see her firm legs and those beautiful ripe ass cheeks, Mom," Mike teased.
Doris Ferguson watched pensively as the beautiful dancer let her superbly proportioned hips and ass cheeks wiggle seductively within the tight confines of her white slacks as Cindy reached behind herself and slowly unzipped her slacks.
Mike was pleased to notice the look of hypnotic breathless concern on his mother's face as Cindy slid the slacks down her long well-tapered limbs until she stepped out of them, wearing nothing other than a pair of wafer thin, skimpy navy blue bikini panties. Doris admired Cindy's supple creamy thighs with mounting admiration.
"So firm, you keep yourself in superb condition," Doris said.
"After all, I do dance for a living," Cindy giggled girlishly, loosening up noticeably under the influence of the Scotch that she had so voraciously gulped down.
By then Cindy was steadfastly hoping that she would be able to make love to Mike's beautiful mother, and she decided to prolong the removal of her bikini panties for dazzling effect.
The brown-haired beauty extended her sleek supple thighs ever so slowly and soothingly, then drew her steady fingers downward to the elastic waistband of her panties. Her delectable crotch wiggled in slow motion as she flung her buttocks from side to side, observing with supreme pleasure just how tenaciously Doris's eyes remained riveted on her infatuating form.
Cindy scintillatingly tugged at the elastic waistband several times for dramatic effect, letting it lewdly snap against the firm oval flesh of her stomach. She tightened the grip with which she held onto the waistband, then let it glide down her smooth, luxuriously tapered thighs as the sound of panties scraping against firm flesh was the only one heard in the otherwise silent room.
She kept on lowering her panties ever so slowly, and by the time that they had been lowered enough to afford the first view of her pubic vee surrounded by the brown downy curls, Doris began to nervously shift in her chair and Mike, who was standing rigidly, spontaneously reached down and began to glide his fingers against the full length of his lust-bloated cock. It pleased him to see that Cindy was pulling out all stops, which enhanced the chances of a wild love tryst developing between her and his mother.
The navy blue bikini panties kept slipping ever lower, moving steadily downward from Cindy's creamy thighs to her trim ankles and, finally, off of her altogether.
As Cindy stood with her legs slightly spread, slowly stroking with the fingers of her right hand against the tufts of wispy brown pubic hair which covered her seething moist pink slit,. Doris jumped quickly to her feet and silently began removing her blouse.
Now it was Cindy's turn to become totally immersed in the captivating sight of a beautiful woman removing her clothes. The basic difference between the two of them, however, was the speed with which Doris climbed out of her blouse and skirt, jerking her hips and ass cheeks in violent spasms of impatience as she hurled her blouse and skirt to the floor.
Suddenly the adrenaline which had been rising to an ever swelling level within Doris slowed to the point where the magnitude of what was happening dawned on her. Suddenly she broke into a tense sweat as her legs became limp and she dropped downward on the bed, landing with a lurid plop as Cindy continued to lewdly stare at her.
Doris's exquisitely trim body never looked more alluring than at that moment as she lay atop the bed, wearing nothing more than a pair of plain white bikini panties and matching brassiere.
"You're so firm," Cindy sighed, moving ever closer to the bed and Doris.
"Thank you."
"How do you stay that firm, darling?"
"Lots of exercise," Doris laughed nervously. "I swim a lot and play plenty of tennis."
"Have you ever made it with a woman before, Mom?" Mike asked laughingly as he watched Cindy continue to drool as she took in every creamy crevice of his mother's firm skin.
"Have you?" Cindy asked, her eyes lighting up with lust.
"Once in college a girl friend of mine fooled around with me," she said defensively. "But I never placed any significance in it. I don't know about those things."
"You're gonna, darling, because I'm gonna teach you," Cindy beamed with enthusiasm.
The determined Cindy lunged forward with both hands, sliding her twisting form inside the bed with Doris as Mike watched the action from the edge of the bed.
Her resolute fingers pressed sharply against Doris' brassiere straps. At first Doris frowned and sought to make it appear that she was against what was happening, but it was only too obvious from her lack of fight that she was curiously wondering just what kind of attention the pursuing young dancer was going to supply.
Cindy's fingers eagerly pried loose the straps of Doris's brassiere as a loud popping sound signaled the freedom which was resulting as Cindy casually tossed the brassiere to the ground, reaching out and pressing her fondling fingers ardently against the smooth and silky folds of excited flesh.
"What a great set of tits," Cindy swooned. "I sure would like to suck on them."
"What's holding you back," Mike egged her on, his cock itching with throbbing desire as he watched the procession of hot action taking place on the bed between panting Cindy and his slightly wary but ultimately curious mother.