It had been several weeks now since Mrs. K and I had been caught by her daughter, Amy, and the unusual turn of events that unfolded following. Amy had taken to coming home from college on the weekends, if nothing else, to seduce me into having some really good sex with her.
Mrs. K, for her part, was enjoying unfettered access to my attentions during the week, occasionally slipping into my room late at night to slip onto my cock, or on two occasions, bringing me into her own bedroom to ride me on her own bed. To my knowledge while Jase knew I was banging his sister on the weekends, I didn't think he realized that his own mother was taking the same liberties.
Things had quickly slipped into a surprisingly comfortable round of sexual pleasures from the two women, a situation I wasn't eager to change. Mrs. K could be quite kinky and had an interesting array of toys that she enjoyed adding to our "play time", and her daughter, with her incredibly tight pussy, was enjoying learning from me things that her mother was teaching me during the week, although I doubted she had taken the time to try and figure out just exactly where I had learned these enjoyable tricks. She seemed to be unbothered by the fact her mother knew she was having sex with me and I wasn't at all sure that she realized I was having sex with her mother as well, although on more than one occasion Mrs. K had "joined" us on the periphery.
Needless to say I didn't have to go looking for sex, it would come find me if I hung around the house any length of time. Mrs. K seemed to have no problems finding times when Jase was gone, and would be for some time, yet I was home. She seemed to enjoy christening each room of the house together , with her usually choosing the location and often the starting position. It was just the other day that she walked into the TV room, wearing some very sexy lingerie and began doing a strip tease, getting me all turned on before stripping me and leading me to the garage. To my surprise she climbed into some kind of a web sling arrangement that held her up at the perfect height for me to stand between her legs, supported by the web straps and pound into her pussy. A sex swing, I think she called it. I wondered what other little surprises she had in store for me.
It was Wednesday afternoon, and I was settled in the kitchen at the table with books strewn across the table, studying for an exam when Mrs. K came in through the back door, Mrs. Jepsen, from down the street, following close behind.
"Whew! It's awful hot out there for the end of September!" Mrs. K said a she stepped into the air conditioned kitchen with shopping bags looped over one arm and her purse over the other. Mrs. Jepson followed close behind with her own bags, pushing the door closed behind them with her high heel shoe.
Mrs. Jepson, a friend of Mrs. K who lived down the block a few houses, was probably in her mid-thirties or so, and didn't quite have the figure that Mrs. K had, but her slightly oriental features and complexion, coupled with the always visually appealing outfits had often led to discussions of how Jase and I would love to see more of her. On a few occasions I had seen her and Mrs. K sunning in the back yard, both of them in rather revealing bikinis, but even those kept some things hidden. Today's outfit was no exception. Her white floral print dress was very light weight, allowing the faint outline of a darker colored bra show through as well as the tiny dark strings arching over her hips. It was pretty clear by the way the material lay over her otherwise bare ass that under the mid-thigh length dress she wore a little thong panty, making my cock twitch, remembering how she looked last time she was laying out with Mrs. K in a very skimpy yellow bikini.
The two ladies plopped their bags on the table, partly covering my papers and notebooks. "How goes the studying Scottie?" Mrs. Jepson asked sweetly.
"Pretty good Missus Jepson," I answered, turning another page in the book and trying not to stare at the trickle of sweat that was rolling down from her neck, down the vee between her breasts to disappear behind the low cut neck of the summer weigh dress.
"How many times have I had to remind you to call me Tina?" she replied with a smile.
"Yes ma'am," I answered.
"Yes Tina!?" she said with mock sternness.
"Yes Tina," I answered with a shake of my head.
"Oh gosh, all this shopping in these heels!" Tina said, lifting a foot and pulling off one of her four inch spike heels. "It kills my back!" she said to Mrs. K as she pulled the second shoe off and dropped it on the kitchen floor.
"I understand. Sometimes my lower back ends up killing me as much as my feet," Mrs. K answered with a laugh. "Maybe later you can talk Scottie into giving you a back rub. His fingers feel fabulous running up and down the small of my back," she said with a smile.
"I bet they do," Tina answered with a grin.
"So I guess you two had a good shopping spree?" I asked, trying to change the subject from me to...well, anything else.
"We did!" Mrs. K answered me, reaching into one of her shopping bags and pulling out a dress. "What do you think?" she asked me, holding the short dress up against her body.
"Well, that will... um...Yeah. That'll look really good on you," I finally stammered out as I thought about how she would look in the slinky, extremely short dress.
"Goodness. Look at him blush!" Tina said with a girlish giggle. "And that's just a dress. What if you held up something like...." she said digging into a bag and then pulling out a very sheer nightie that I doubted would even go low enough to cover her pussy. "This?"
"Um. Yeah, that would look pretty good," I answered, blushing even more.
"Maybe I should try it on for him?" Tina asked Mrs. K.
"Oh don't tease. That's not nice," Mrs. K answered as she dug in the bag again. "Let's see. I got some new workout clothes too," she said holding up a spandex tank top and shorts.
