We’re both laughing hysterically as we enter the laundry room. Maggie drops her shorts and panties on the washer, pulls off her halter top, tossing it there, too. Completely naked, she turns to me, wraps her arms around my waist and pushes her tongue in my mouth.
“Have I thanked you for liberating me from Harry’s curse?” She asks, breaking off the kiss to pull my shirt over my head.
“Several times, Maggie.” I say, smiling. “You don’t have to keep thanking me.” I say, as she pushes my hands away from the waistband of my pants and lets them fall to the floor. Bending down she pulls my jockey shorts down and I step out of them.
“You’re going to be naked, too, while we do this.” Maggie smiles. “In fact, I think I should suck on you while you trim me. What do you think?” She teases, licking her lips, while she holds my spent cock in her hand. “You won’t cut me, will you?” Holding my cock, she leads me down the hallway to her bedroom.
“I’ve never done this, Maggie.” I say, nervously. “I’m sure I won’t cut you, but I’m not sure we shouldn’t ask my mom to trim your pussy.” I say, as she gets a sheet from the hall closet and spreads it across the bed.
“Nonsense.” Maggie says, getting scissors, a razor and some shaving cream. “You can trim it.” She says, confidently. “If it needs some touching up, I can ask your mom.” She says, lying on her back on the bed and spreading her legs. “Come on, Nick, give it a try.” She says.
“It’s pretty short on this side.” I say, looking at the damage she’d done with the scissors earlier. Whole sections of her bush are only about a half-inch long. “I’ll start by trying to even it out on both sides.” When I grab some of her hair between my fingers and thumb, I accidentally brush against her slick pussy lips and she jumps.
“Ohhhh!” Maggie says. “Sorry, I guess I’m still a little sensitive.” Maggie says.
“My fault.” I say. “I’ll be more careful.” I decide to start at the very top of her pubic hair and trim straight across. I start cutting her hair down to the half inch mark all the way across. Then, like mowing a lawn, I start another row, cutting all the way across.
“This isn’t that hard.” I tell her, brushing the loose hair and letting it fall onto the sheet.
“Why don’t you turn around this way, and I’ll make it hard.” Maggie says, licking her lips, playfully. I do as she says, turning around so my cock is within her reach and she wraps her hand around it, while I continue to trim her hair.
“Spread your legs a little wider, Maggie.” I say, when I’ve finished trimming her mound. Pushing her thighs down, one at a time, I trim the sides around her pussy, being careful not to touch her lips. I’m starting to get distracted by Maggie’s hands on my cock and balls, when I reach for the shaving cream and razor.
“Are you sure you want to be distracting me, while I shave you?” I ask, as I spread shaving cream along the side of her pussy.
“It’ll prove how much self control you have, Nick.” Maggie teases. “A real man will be able to concentrate on the task at hand.” She says, sucking my cockhead into her mouth.
“Ohhhh! Fuck!” I moan. “That’s not fair! You didn’t even warn me!” I yell, trying not to laugh, and still spreading shaving cream. “Okay, no more surprises for a minute. I’m going to start shaving you.” I tell her, seriously.
“Okay.” Maggie says, pulling her mouth from my cock, but leaving her hand wrapped around it. My cock is hard and Maggie’s pussy is just a few inches from my face. I’m tempted to start licking her creamy lips, but I concentrate on the shaving instead. I remember, how Susan stretched mom’s skin tightly, when she waxed, and I try to do the same thing. I insert two fingers in her pussy and grip her pussy lip with my thumb, stretching out the skin along the side of her pussy.
“Ohhhh!” Maggie moans, involuntarily pushing up against my fingers.
“Hold still!” I yell, as I scrape the razor over her skin and wipe the shaving cream on the sheet. Maggie is gripping my cock tighter, as she tries to stay still with my fingers in her pussy. I make two more passes with the razor and then wipe the shaving cream off with my fingers. Her skin is smooth except for a couple of small patches, which I run the razor over again.
“Okay.” I say, moving around to the other side of her. “I’m going to do the other side now.”
“Ohmygod! Ohmygod! What are you doing? Ohmygod!” Nicole yells from the bedroom door. She’s standing there with her eyes wide open, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet and slapping her fists against her thighs. “Ohmygod! Mom! What are you doing? Jesus Christ!” Nicole yells, as she tries to make sense of us lying naked on the bed and me shaving her mom’s pussy.
“Think about it, Nicole.” Maggie says, calmly. “You find this perfectly natural that Nick is here shaving my pussy. I’ve never liked my hair so unruly and Nick volunteered to help me trim it. Come on in and watch, sweetheart.” Maggie says, looking at me. “Where’s the transmitter, Nick.” She whispers, while Nicole comes in and sits on the bed next to us.
“Hi Nick.” Nicole says. “Hi mom. What prompted you to shave your pubic hair?” She asks calmly, leaning over so she has a better view. I take a deep breath to ease the shaking that started when Nicole yelled from the doorway, and resume spreading shaving cream on the other side of Maggie’s pussy.
“I just got tired of it being so long and thick.” Maggie says, brushing hair from Nicole’s face. “Where’s Bobby?” Maggie asks. “I thought you two were going to study all evening.” She says.