VICKIE'S MOM CHAPTER 5

By Cinque Manson

"PINK PANTIES, RED PANTIES"



        
"Wake up, wake up, you sleepy-heads, get up, get up, get out
of bed..."
        
I opened my eyes and looked up at Joanie, standing over me
with her hands on her hips. She wore a navy blue knit dress that
flowed to mid-thigh and an apron that read "Kiss the Cook". I rubbed
my eyes and sensed Sandy stirring behind me. Vickie entered the attic
room where we were sleeping, and joined her mother. She was dressed
up, in a short basic back dress and a string of pearls, classic. Her
legs were clad in sheer black nylons, authentic ones, with seams
running up the back her legs. Her outfit was set off by wicked high
heeled pumps, ruby red, in dramatic contrast to the rest of her ebony
ensemble. Although she wore only a trace of lipstick, her face glowed
with health, cheeks blushed pink, chestnut hair and blue eyes shining.
She was gorgeous, fifteen years old, and I couldn't help think that I
helped her realize her beauty, had helped her find the confidence that
shone from her face like a beacon.
        
"Hi, Bobby, hi, Sandy."
        
Sandy lay with my sheet up to her chin, anxiously watching
Vickie and her mother. Joanie had planted the seed of fear in Sandy
earlier, when she had informed her that Vickie was angry at her for
tit-fucking me. Sandy cautiously said,
        
"Hi, Vickie."
        
Joanie hooked the top of the sheet covering Sandy and I and
kicked it off our naked bodies. We were pink, naked, and as devoid of
body hair as an egg. Vickie crouched down at my side and softly
caressed my chest. She said,
        
"Oh, Mommy, he's so smooth. It's sooooo sexy!"
        
She moved slid her fingertips down my belly, over my inert
cock, and down between my legs. I felt electrified. Her cool touch on
my tender body was like praise from a goddess. She looked up at her
mother.
        
"Can you do this to me, I want to be just like him."
        
"Suit yourself, Vickie. You can always have Bobbyboy do you.
He's pretty good with a razor, just look at Sandy."
        
Vickie did look at Sandy, with a long, dark stare. Sandy
covered her hairless triangle with her pale hands, but Vickie reached
over me and lifted them out of the way. She scrubbed Sandy's pubic
mound harshly with her knuckles. Sandy bit her lower lip. Vickie
dipped her hand between Sandy's legs and pinched her pussylips curtly.
She said,
        
"Yes. Bobby, I think I want you to do me like Sandy."
        
"There's plenty of time for that later. Enough chit chat,
children, time to rise and shine" Joanie said cheerfully, clapping her
hands.
        
I got up, and stood between Joanie and her daughter. Joanie
walked to my straight backed wooden chair and retrieved the articles
of clothing I'd draped there before my nap. She dangled the pair of
pale pink panties on her index finger.
        
"Slip these on, slutboy."
        
I took them from her and stepped into them. I straightened up.
Vickie turned me around so that I faced her. The panties were cut high
up my legs, and the slim strip of nylon between my legs rode up my ass
crack, fanning out to a V at the waist band. My genitals looked
ridiculous, bunched in the crotch of the ultra-feminine lingerie. My
girlfriend cupped my sex, absurdly bulging the front panel of the
bikini cut panties, in her hand.
        
"You look silly", she said finally. I flushed pink, and felt a
tug in my loins.
        
Joanie handed me the black silk kimono she'd brought home
earlier. I slipped it on. It barely covered the bare cheeks of my
butt. Joanie tied the sash around my waist and said,
        
"Why don't you take little Bobby downstairs and get him
started. I'll be down when I'm finished dressing Sandy."
        
Joanie was lowering herself on  the bed next to Sandy, holding
the confusing pile of leather straps, when Vickie and I left the
attic. Vickie's high-heels beat a sharp tattoo on the wooden steps of
the servant's stairway. I followed, in my short little kimono and bare
feet. I relished the idea of serving Vickie and Joanie dinner, like
their personal slaveboy.
        
Once in the kitchen, Vickie showed me to a silver serving
tray. She said,
        
"Go in the pantry and get that open bottle of Chateau Neuf du
Pape and three stems, please. Then join us out by the pool."
        
This seemed mysterious, who was us? Joanie was upstairs with
Sandy, and I assumed that Vickie and I were alone downstairs. The wine
stood on the pantry counter, uncorked and airing. I opened the cabinet
and pulled down three crystal wine glasses.
        
I walked out the sliding glass door to the pool carrying the
tray with the wine. I was temporarily blinded by the low late
afternoon sun. Vickie's voice cried out.
        
"Over here, Bobby."
        
When my eyes adjusted  I saw Vickie standing next to another
woman who sat in one of the reclining chairs. I padded over to them.
Vickie said,
        
"Bobby, this Nora Handly. She went to college with Mom, and is
in town for business. She's our dinner guest
tonight."
        
My head reeled. I stood in front of this strange woman in my
skimpy robe and shaved legs. I couldn't have felt more naked and
exposed. Not just my body, but my perversion was on display. I
stammered hello. Nora Handly was an impressive woman. I could not
gauge how tall she was as she sat facing the setting sun, but I could
tell she was magnificent. She wore a light blue long shirt dress, with
a wide loose cut that emphasized her broad shoulders, unbuttoned from
the bottom to mid-thigh. She was sunning her long calves and thighs,
which were tanned golden. She had her legs crossed and she bobbed her
lower leg as she stared at me. I ogled her sinewy ankles and died a
small death when I saw her feet. Perfectly proportioned, they were
encased in small golden sandals, her long toes somewhat square, her
nails expertly pedicured a rich warm red. She wore sunglasses and
lipstick in a matching shade. I was dazzled! She was golden and
scarlet, radiant, and I felt my snake stir in its nylon prison as I
looked once more at her muscular calves. She spoke in a rich
contralto,
        
"So, this is the boy Joan has been raving about. He's very
handsome, Vickie, and you look so happy! The last time I was here you
had a long face the entire time I was here."
        
I managed to ask Nora in a squeaky voice if she cared for some
wine . I served her a glass, and watched as her bottom lip left its
red print on the rim of it. Vickie told me to place the serving tray
on the small table next to Nora.
        
Vickie came next to me and said,
        
"Yes, Bobby is wonderful, and we're so happy."
        
As if to display how happy we indeed were, Vickie turned me to
her, with my back to Nora, and planted a deep kiss on my lips. I
closed my eyes and place my arms around her waist. She jammed her
tongue in my mouth and moved it like an oiled snake.

I joined the dance, intensely aware of the sexy stranger behind me.
Vickie raised her black nylon covered knee against me and rubbed a
thigh against my crotch. I was sporting a stiff prick now, which rose
upwards in the thin panties, thwarted for the time being by the strong
elastic waistband. Vickie brought her hands down my back and slowly
tugged the kimono up off my cheeks. I heard Nora gasp when she must
have seen the diaphanous pink panties that were pulled tight into my
crack. Vickie gently caressed my cheeks, still frenching me, and then
took hold of the waistband of my panties and pulled them even higher.
        
She spun me around, facing our guest, who sat inscrutably
watching our display, and stuck her hands under my kimono, massaging
my pole through the thin pantie material. She split the opening of the
robe so I was exposed to Nora's gaze, and took the base of my cock
between two fingers. Vickie encircled my dick through the maddening
transparent panties and kneaded me upwards. As she reached the head,
growing taut and purple, the waistband gave and I popped out of the
top. The ribbed elastic abraded the ridge of skin beneath the exposed
crown of my cock. Vickie tickled my peehole with the nail of her index
finger.
        
"Bravo!" , said Nora.
        
"Nora!", Joanie sing-songed from behind me.
        
Joanie came clicking out in low heeled open toed sandals. She
walked up to Nora, ignoring her daughter and I. Nora stood, six feet
two inches, and she bent down and gave Joanie a frank open mouthed
kiss. Joanie exclaimed,
        
"Baby! Its been too long, you know that?"
        
"Well, you know how I felt about Jim. When I heard he'd split
the coop, this fox headed straight for her favorite chicken."
        
They laughed uproariously, holding each others arms. Joanie
glance over at me, my dick poking out of the shameful undies, and
said,
       
"What have you two been up to?"  To Nora she remarked, "Kids,
you let 'em out of your sight for five minutes and they go at it like
there's no tomorrow."
        
She sauntered over to us, holding Nora's hand. She didn't stop
until she was right in front of me. She raised her dress above her hip
with her free hand. She was naked, her tan line white around the rich
bright black of her bush. She cocked her hip and
hooked my butt with her thigh. She ground her pussy against my prick,
trapped by her daughter's hand and the tormenting waistband of the
bikini panties. Her wiry pubic hair played hell with my exposed
helmet. She spoke softly in my ear,
        
"Have you been properly introduced to our guest?"
        
I stood, sandwiched between my girlfriend and her mother,
dizzy with shame and lust. I said,
        
"No Mommy."
        
Joanie took a half step back, and brought  her hand, still
entwined with Nora's, to the length of my pounding boycock. Joanie
positioned Nora's hand above Vickie's, surrounding me through the
panties, then began drawing her fingernails back and forth around my
sensitive dickhead. She said,
        
"Nora, I'd like to introduce you to our slutboy."
        
Nora explored the veiny surfaces of my dick tube with her ruby
red fingernails. She said in a deep whisper,
        
"So very pleased to make your acquaintance, slutboy, its been
a long time since I've felt a boy's cock get so hard. I hope you
appreciate how lucky you are. Mmm, your dick's like a piece of stone,
how do you keep from cumming, hmm, little slutboy. Three beautiful
women, three, no, six hands on your young meat, are you excited, I am,
I'm getting so wet my panties are a mess, my panties are soaked from
jacking your slutboy penis."
        
She was driving me nuts with her filthy talk. The women stood
around me, all three of them lightly stroking me with both their
hands. Nora unbuttoned more of her dress, to her navel, and displayed
herself to me. She was bronze and carmine, her belly slightly round, a
faint line of copper hair descending from her belly button to the top
of her lacy red panties. She was so tall that her crotch was on level
with the tip of my standing cock, and she splayed her legs so her
inner thighs flashed golden at my dick.
        
"Mommy tells me you like to cum for her, is that right? She
tells me sometimes Vickie makes you fuck her all night long without a
cum, that must make your babyballs turn blue, well, Aunt Nora want you
to cum, right now, all over her big legs. Do you like my legs,
slutboy? Imagine how they'll feel, wrapped around your head. Think
about my big pussy swallowing your little sex thing, does that make
you hot?"
        
Joanie and Vickie jacked me off in long regular motions,
coordinating their strokes. I was standing on tiptoes, my mouth agape,
watching as Nora moved forward and ground her panty covered crotch on
the upper half of my cock. Joanie pulled the waistband of my sheer
pink panties down, catching it under my balls, springing me free and
Nora pressed harder, rolling me back and forth against the rough lace
of her scarlet panties. Vickie reached under my ass and pulled my balls from behind, and I felt like these women were going to tear me in three different directions.

My cum started from my ass, moving up, up and forward, churning. I
throbbed in Joanie and Vickie's hand and they aimed me at Nora's lacy
pussy. I sprayed her violently with seed, making animal noises I
couldn't even hear. Vickie squeezed my nuts in time to my spasms, and
Joanie made her fingers into a tight ring, jacking me furiously as I
pumped a lifetime's worth of semen on the fabric covering Nora's sex.
Nora said,
        
"Cover me, cover me in cum, slutboy."
        
She massaged my boycum around the frilled edges of the leg
openings of her red panties with both hands. Joanie said,
        
"Nice lingerie, Nora. But you're really gonna love this."
        
She took Nora's hand and my dick and led us both to the
reclining chair. She said,
        
"Sit back and relax, babe, slutboy loves to clean up, don't
you, you disgusting little pervert?"
        
"Yes, Mommy, I'd love to clean up Aunt Nora."
        
I sat cross-legged on the cement patio. It was twilight, and
Nora took off her sunglasses, setting them on the service tray. She
peered at me with almond shaped eyes. They were yellow, like a cat.
She opened her giant thighs and pushed me into her with the heels of
her feet. I felt someone next to me. It was Vickie. She said,
        
"I want to taste you, Bobby, I want to share your cum."
        
Nora moved one enormous calf off my shoulder and enclosed
both of us in her warmth. We fell on her like wolves.

She raised her legs in the air and Vickie and I slathered her inner
thighs, sucking  up all the jizz I had deposited there. Vickie pulled
at Nora's panties with her teeth, stretching them away from the
spacious gap of her crotch. I buried my face in the crook of her
thigh, sucking the lambent goosebumped skin. Vickie's tongue and mine
met and danced. She pulled the wet red panty crotch to one side, and
we maintained our duel, now including Nora's the thick lipped pussy.
We alternated flicking trips up and down the older woman's amazing
lubricant-slicked sex box. Nora had been right, she had soaked her
panties, she was oozing cunt juice in a steady wash on our muzzles and
chins. Nora clutched her thighs and suddenly her box opened. She gaped
at us with open wide cunt. We set back to work, Vickie inserting a
hard skinny teen-tongue into Nora's slippery hole, fucking her in
short rapid jabs, while I sucked her clit, enormous like everything
else about her, into my mouth, and ululated my tongue against it. It
was as long as Sandy's peculiar appendage, but fat, with a wrinkled
knot of skin at the end. Its resemblance to a tiny dick thrilled me
with transgressive images, Nora fucking my ass with her fat long clit,
Nora's clit gliding in and out of my fifteen year old girlfriend. I
made love to Nora's nasty dick of a clitoris, throwing myself into the
role. I  opened my mouth wide and tried to reach the back of my throat
with the golden forty year old giantess' finger-thick clit, washing it
in my saliva. But Nora was all-woman. She grabbed my head with her
strong fingers, jamming me up and down on her. She had achieved an
impressive erection, her engorged oysterhead impaling my mouth. I ran
my tongue in rings around it. Nora growled deep in her throat. I
looked down and glimpsed Vickie vigorously bumping her head into
Nora's wide open gash, the lips flapping, fucking her cunt with her
tongue fully extending. Nora came, nearly crushing my head in her
grasp, thankfully sparing us the strength of her thigh muscles by
raising, not closing, her legs. I snapped Nora's clit back to her, and
Vickie and I frenched, sharing the amazing flavor of Joanie's mature
college buddy's copious, rich, cunt liquor.
        
Joanie called to us from the kitchen,
        
"Time to eat, dinner's ready!"