I woke up late afternoon and no one was home. Jen wasn’t on the couch either. I didn’t feel like getting dressed so I stayed in boxers and just threw on a t-shirt. I went to the den and did some channel surfing. I found a soccer game and watched it until the girls got back.
“Dinner’s here!” Mom shouted.
“I’m in the den.” I replied, “Need any help?” I was sitting in Aimee’s usual place so I could watch tv and eat.
“Nope, we’re all set.”
Jen walked into the den wearing a sundress of all things. She had nice pale legs and way better cleavage than I imagined. It was a yellow and white dotted dress that was much higher than I’d have ever thought to see her in. Aimee came running in wearing almost the exact same thing, but a little longer and tighter around her less buxom top.
Mom came in last with the food. She was wearing short white shorts and a crop top of the same color. She had more of a tan than her daughters. The top showed off her ample cleavage and the shorts were short enough to show off the bottom of her ass.
“Uh, where did you all run off to?” I asked.
Aimee jumped in, “We went to the park!”
There’s only one park in the area. It’s outdoorsy and not what I’d typically think of my sisters enjoying. Maybe mom forced them to expand their horizons.
“Well, you all look great; new outfits?” I asked.
Aimee was happy to twirl and bounce around showing it off. I managed to catch a few shots of matching yellow panties under there. Jen blushed but did a little twirl as Mom went to the kitchen to get the appetizers. The girls ran off to help and came back with a bowl of mini carrots freshly rinsed off and still damp. I grabbed one, I liked mini-carrots. I was munching on another waiting to see what the main course would be.
Apparently they’d gotten wings. The girls ran off to change – you can’t eat wings and not get them everywhere. I was already in an old shirt, so I just munched on carrots till the girls got back. They showed up in old boxers and t-shirts that could have passed for swiss cheese with as many holes they had in them. They must be old work shirts for painting and stuff. Even mom had put on some old shirt that didn’t fit at all – hangings lose around the neck and arms but she kept the little shorts on.
I was fairly captivated trying to see if a hole in my sisters’ shirt would line up with a nipple. The girls bent over to get some food and sure enough, nipples started lining up with the holes! Mom flipped on the TV and found college gymnastics.
Mom sighed, “Remember when you girls wanted to be gymnasts?” She put the controller down so she could dig into the wings.
Aimee said, “I’d still love to, they’re so perfect. Hair done up, matching outfits, everyone is cute!”
I interjected, “You and Jen have matching outfits on” pointing to the holey shirts.
Jen smirked and rotated her chest sharply side to side, “I’d have kept going if these didn’t take over my life,” and it was impossible to miss her much larger breasts waving back and forth under her shirt.
Aimee looked forlornly, “I bet the boys would have preferred you kept going.” She swiveled her torso back and forth, noting the lack of swaying boobs, “at least you have a rack; all I got are these training boobs still.”
We all laughed. Jen clearly got her looks from Mom.
Mom said, “Aimee, you’re the spitting image of grandma when she was young. And from the stories I’ve heard of that little trollop, you won’t have any issues with boys, whenever you get around to prioritizing them.”
Grandma was a trollop? “You’re kidding us, right? Grandma has always been so prim and proper.”
Mom laughed. “Ho boy. Your Grandma was… well, I’ll let her tell the stories next time she’s here. You kids are old enough for some of the more depraved ones now.”
I was trying to imagine Grandma as a sexual deviant. Watching the girls gyrate as they ate their wings and sucked on their fingers was giving me some ideas.
Aimee and Jen did their little happy food dance, bouncing and moving around as they ate. I could see their nipples, which were hard. I felt the familiar stirrings of a hardon approaching. My hands were a mess from these wings so I shifted back and forth a bit to get a more comfortable spot for my hardon. Luckily I had decided to sit on the floor.
Aimee got up and took the floor dancing like an ice-skater more than a gymnast. Maybe she was a ballerina. Maybe she was just a mix. Whatever she was, she was sensual and looked like a succubus attempted to lure my dick to paradise. My jaw was open.
Jen saw the affect and decided she should get in on the action. She got up and did some twirls and those uniquely feminine moves that drive guys crazy – like bending at the waste all the way to the floor. Like putting her arms above her head and bending backwards till she touched the floor in a bridge position. She did it with her head facing mom and her crotch facing me.
I almost couldn’t believe my eyes. Jen had her legs parted in her backwards bridge and her boxers most certainly did not cover her pussy at all. The boxers were wide open in front where they’re normally buttoned. My dick was throbbing now. I wanted to dive into her boxers with my tongue leading the way.
Jen let go of the bridge, landed flat on her back with her legs spread still showing off her pussy to me. She was completely shaved! Then she rolled over ass out and up, the perfect doggy style which she held for a little longer than necessary, then got up,
Mom, never one to be outdone, stood up, licked her fingers long and hard and deep. She walked to the center of the den; the girls backed up out of the way, did a pirouette and dropped into a full split. She finished with a back arch with her arms outstretched. Her left tit came completely out of her shirt. I just stared. Jen and Aimee started laughing.
Jen said, “Is that how it was done at your school?”
It took her a second to realize her nudity. When she did, she just laughed, “actually, yeah. Everyone loved that move. You should have seen grandma’s version. At least I had clothes on” as she slowly arranged her shirt.
Aimee wanted to try some of the moves but lost her balance and fell onto the table. She knocked my drink all over me. It was freezing. I tried to jump up but my legs were stuck under the table. Aimee apologized profusely and grabbed some of the paper towels off the table and started patting me down all over.
She patted my soaked shirt and then moved down to my boxers. I was still hard as a rock from earlier and jumping apparently popped my cock out through the front hole for the entire world to see. Luckily, Aimee was the whole world, as she was blocking her ministrations from Jen and mom.
She ditched the napkins and just grabbed my cock and started jerking me up and down mimicking using napkins to dry me off. Then with a smile she managed to lift my boxers up to get my cock hidden again. She left the napkins on my lap.
My cock was throbbing and bouncing up and down to my heartbeat. I used the napkins to wipe my crotch off a bit more and quickly slid my cock under the top of my boxers to hold it in place. I heard Jen gasp. My shirt was a little high and my cock head was clearly visible before I could pull my cold shirt down.
“I’m going to go change,” I said, getting up and walking out of the den. I made it most of the way through the den before my dick slipped out of the waistband and popped out of the front again. I tried to angle my body but there was no hiding my cock bouncing back and forth for anyone looking. I didn’t check to see if they were.
I went back to my room and stripped down and grabbed my cock and started jerking. I could still feel Aimee’s hands on my cock, staring at it with unabashed hunger. I wanted to grab her face and fuck it. I wanted to use her throat like a cock sleeve and cum all the way down her throat. I wanted her to feel my cock spasming deep in her throat. I was jerking up and down with speed, now, precum leaking all over.
I was just about to cum when mom yelled out, “Matt, you coming back or you going to play with yourself all night?” I almost had a heart attack. Did she know? Being shocked worked wonders for getting rid of my hardon. I quickly grabbed some new boxers and a new shirt and headed back out.
I must have been in fantasy land longer than I thought. The den was cleaned up and the girls had the cards out; mom was channel surfing with a popsicle in her mouth. I sat down on the floor with my back to the tv, in my usual card position. Aimee was to my left, Jen on the couch, mom to my right on her easy chair.
Jen dealt the first round. She had her legs spread just enough in my direction to give me a good view. I could see the outlines of her nice tits in her holey shirt too. Aimee was smiling at her cards; she had her left leg under the table and her right leg bent at the knee, swaying, facing me. She had lovely legs.
I glanced to my right, mom was licking the tip of the popsicle and then, I kid you not, slid the whole thing down her throat and back out. My dick lurched back to life and started trying to find a way out of my boxers again. I tried to surreptitiously lay it flat facing my knee this time, hoping that the boxers would hide it. The girls didn’t seem to notice.
I don’t know why I ever played cards, I never won. Aimee laid down a straight, throwing her arms up in victory. Her tits mashed up against her shirt and both nipples popped out of holes. My dick lurched up and down a few times, straining the flimsy boxers.
Jen just leaned back, legs still parted. Her boxers had ridden all the way up to her crotch, nice and tight. The holes were a little off center but I could see the sides of her shaved pussy. I couldn’t see what I wanted but the top part was smooth and the right side was smooth.
Jen let Aimee deal this time and after she leaned forward to get her cards and then back again, she used her left hand to adjust her boxers. When her hand moved, I could see her pussy. It was hidden from Aimee and mom by her thighs but it was pointed right at me. It looked perfect. It looked like it needed a tongue buried in it. My cock jumped up and down. The boxers slid up, revealing the top half of my cock. I was too busy watching Jen’s crotch to notice.
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