It took an hour for Jess and Amy to find dresses for the clubs that they liked, which was faster than I feared. Jess chose a sequined red tube dress that seemed to vacuum-form to her little body. Mom picked a metallic gold mini-dress made of stretchy lycra. It had spaghetti straps, showed lots of cleavage, and left the top half of her back bare. She couldn’t wear a bra with it, and I loved the way her boobs jiggled in the dress.
We were back at the hotel by 11am. Brad requested, “Give us a fashion show, ladies. We want to see you in your new lingerie.” It was still raining and there was nothing else to do, so the girls agreed.
They went into the bathroom to change and were in there a long time. We heard lots of giggling. “What’s taking so long?” Brad asked them through the door.
“We’re shaving,” Jessica answered.
“Shaving?”
“Shaving our pussies,” Mom’s voice replied and both girls giggled.
“Whoa! Take as much time as you need,” Brad said. They giggled again.
The bathroom door opened and two visions of loveliness walked out. “We’re ready,” Jess said. “Thank you for being patient.”
Both of the women acted a little shy, but I think that was an act. They had to know how great they looked. The thin bustiers cupped and held up their boobs, and fitted snug around their torsos. Mom’s pink bustier perfectly complemented her platinum blonde hair and made her look remarkably innocent for a garment that was so blatantly sexy. Her garter straps held up white lace-top thigh-high stockings. Little pink lace v-string panties completed her hot outfit. Jessica look just as sexy. Her bustier was red, with black stockings and panties.
Brad was agog. “Don’t you like it?” Jessica asked him, and did a full turn to show him the back too.
“I love it,” the big guy answered. He scooped her off her feet. She squealed and kicked her legs until he deposited her on their bed. “I don’t think you need the panties, do you?”
“No,” she cooed and lifted her ass to let him pull them off. Brad threw off his clothes and was on top of her in a flash. I watched until he jammed his big cock in her shaved little pussy.
Mom sidled up to me and pouted, “Brad likes Jessica’s lingerie more than you like mine.”
“No, his lust just distracted me for a minute,” I assured her. I walked a circle around her. “You look sweet and innocent and totally seductive at the same time.” I picked up my phone and began taking photos.
“Gary! Don’t,” Mom protested.
“I have to preserve this for posterity, Amy. You’re drop-dead dazzling. Pose for me. Come on … hands over head.” Mom was genuinely bashful in front of the camera, but she lifted her arms, which wonderfully lifted her boobs too. “Great. Now let your inner model loose. Pose.” She stuck her tongue out at me, but relented and got into it after a moment. She posed with hands on hips and behind her back, twisted and turned this way and that. She pretended to adjust the bustier’s hold on her tits, which made super hot pics. She even sexily toyed with her panties, but wouldn’t pull them off for the camera.
Brad noticed what I was doing and stopped fucking Jess right in the middle of the act. She protested but soon was giggling and provocatively posing for Brad’s camera phone on their bed. Without panties.
Mom crawled onto our bed and I snapped pictures of her on her hands and knees, on her stomach, and lots on her back. She got into it and squirmed around like a bitch in heat. “Enough pictures, Gary” she finally moaned as she rubbed her puss through her panties. “Come to bed. I need you.”
I stripped and pulled off her panties, then jumped on top of her. We kissed and rubbed our bodies together. Her smooth lingerie felt damn enticing against my skin. “You’re a naughty boy for taking pictures of me dressed like this,” she whispered. “They better not end up on the internet.”
“They won’t,” I promised. “You’re mine. I don’t share.”
Her eyes bored into mine. “Don’t share. Ever. Take what’s yours, baby, and don’t ever let me go.”
I drove my cock into her with a mighty thrust. “Ah!” she gasped. Her pussy was wet with excitement but clamped down on me right away. I pushed through the tightness and buried myself over and over. She squirmed and moaned under me until two orgasms ripped through her, one after another. “Maybe I’ll wear this for you every day,” she teased and grinned delighted.
I decided I wanted to see her better, so I rolled us over without disengaging cock from twat. From below my hands were free to roam over the bustier and her boobs. “You have a real lingerie fetish,” she laughed.
“I have a fetish for what’s filling the lingerie,” I corrected her. I held her thin waist and guided her into riding me with long strokes. Then I want back to feeling her up. She rode me that way for a long time. She adjusted her speed to prevent me from going off because we both were enjoying this immensely. Eventually the urge did build in me and I put my hands on her hips to speed her up until she she was fucking me like a jackhammer. I emptied my nut in her and savored the euphoric buzz in my brain. God I loved cumming in Mom’s incestuous little snatch.
She came too, then rested on top of me. I liked the light weight of her, and the feel of the bustier and stockings too. “I love how we cum together so often,” she said with a satisfied sigh. “We’re synchronized. It’s cool.”
“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. Orgasming was more fun when there was a girl cumming on my cock at the same time.
Mom noticed that Jessica and Brad were resting too, so she asked, “Y’all want to shower first?”
“Okay,” Jess agreed. But when she tried to get out of bed, Brad pulled her back to him. She squealed and giggled. Brad rolled on top of her and rammed his cock in. “Uff!” Jess grunted.
“We better shower first,” Mom giggled and raced me to the bathroom.
“Brad is really into that sexy lingerie,” I observed. “The guy is out of control.”
“You don’t have much room to talk, buster,” Mom teased. “My poor pussy is sore from the pounding you gave it.”
I smirked. “We better get you out of that evil outfit then.” When she reached for her garters I smacked her hands away. “Let me do it.”
Mom rolled her eyes and smiled. “Yeah, Brad is one who’s out of control.”