Janey was born fifteen minutes after Jenny. The dads met while looking in the nursery window and discovered they only lived two blocks apart. Although Jenny's parents were much older than Janey's, a friendship that developed from the shared experience carried over to the little girls. They became best friends and were inseparable. They started to school together, shared everything, and began dating at the same time. They dressed alike and always wore their dark hair in the same style. Janey's eyes are a little bluer; Jenny's are a little more gray. Often being taken for sisters, even twins, caused little girl giggles.
Their similarities have continued as adults. Both are slender in build but have curves in all the right places. Janey is a quarter inch taller at five eleven and their weight is within a few pounds of each other. They can and often do swap clothes. Although using the same large B, small C-cup bra size, depending on the cut of the bra, Janey's breasts are a little more elongated with slightly larger nipples while Jenny's are more cone shaped with larger more puffy areolas. Each of them skipped the second grade, graduated high school at seventeen, and with the first divergence, on their eighteenth birthday, Jenny married with Janey serving as Maid of Honor.
As the newlyweds left the Wedding Reception for their honeymoon, Janey, having been into the spiked punch too liberally, left with the Best Man for his motel room. Each became pregnant on Jenny's Wedding Night. Just over nine months later, Jenny gave birth to a son, Jacky, and a few minutes later Janey had me, Jamey.
My father had reluctantly offered to marry my mother but she declined, choosing to raise me by herself. Never refusing to allow him to visit me, she also never really encouraged it, although she would notify him of important events in my life like graduations and sports awards. He is married, has other children, and I had not seen him for almost three years.
My mother never married, though not from a lack of opportunities. Her parents died in an auto accident shortly after my birth. They were not wealthy, but the home, insurance and investments they had have allowed us to live comfortably. For something to do, she began working in a boutique after I started to school. A year later she and Jenny decided to purchase it. They now have three in various parts of the city and with good managers they no longer spend much time working. Although they visit the shops regularly, it is in an overseer capacity.
Jenny's parents retired when she married, bought an RV to travel and live in, and gave her their home as a wedding gift. Jenny's husband Jack was killed in an industrial accident when Jacky was two. Receiving a very substantial insurance settlement, she never remarried. She said she could find no one to equal Jack and what they had.
Jacky and I are as alike as two peas in a pod, just like our mothers. We are also best friends, grew up together and lost our virginities on the same night while on a double-date. Away from home, if you saw one of us you would see the other as we were always together. Often we have the same thought at the same time. While young, we developed the habit of calling the other mother Jackymom or Jameymom. They soon began calling each other that also. I had probably spent a quarter of my life in Jackymom's home; Jacky has done the same at our house. We would sleep over at one or the other's home if we had something special planned the next day to get an early start. While we were small, when either mother had a date, which often happened, the other would be the babysitter. Jackymon usually refers to me as Son Two, a nice little play on words.
To celebrate our eighteenth birthday, we would graduate high school in less than a week, the mothers told us they decided to treat us to a Friday evening at a very nice restaurant and dance club. They dressed as if we were going out on a date. Jackymom and Jacky came in our front door as Jameymom emerged from her bedroom. I looked at them, and then at Jacky. We had the same thought; we have two absolute foxes here, pure walking sex appeal. It was the first time either of us had looked at our moms and saw Woman. It was instant hard on time.
With mascara, blue eye liner, pale rose colored lipstick, Jameymom had on a low cut, mid thigh length, spaghetti strapped light blue sheath with the color almost exactly the same as her eyes. A single strand of pearls bisected her chest calling attention to the beginning of her cleavage, pearl stud earrings, dark stockings and heels completed her ensemble. Jackymom was dressed similarly with her gray sheath matching her eyes. Her gold stud earrings matched a gold choker necklace.
The evening was fantastic. The meal was absolutely delicious and they allowed us couple of cocktails for the occasion. The conversation was stimulating, witty and amusing. Often, as they were laughing, they would lean forward to treat us to down blouse shots of their beautiful breasts. Several times as Jameymom leaned forward, she placed her hand high on my thigh, as for balance, and would give a little squeeze as she removed it. Dancing, changing partners after each dance, Jacky and I tried to hide our perpetual erections. We were certain our mothers knew and knew what their teasing was doing to us. It seemed to amuse them although they never mentioned to us our state of arousal. During my first dance with Jameymon, I tried to maintain a decorous distance between us, but soon her body was pressed against mine. The feel of her breasts against me, the way her thighs touched mine as we moved, only aggravated my erection. Jackymom danced the same way.
Finally though, the night had to come to an end. Jameymom allowed me to drive home. As I held the car door open for her to enter, she sat down facing me. Swinging her legs to get in, she spread them. Her dress rode up giving me a tantalizing glimpse of the tops of her stockings and her panty clad pussy. I almost shot off in my pants. As I glanced up, red faced, she was looking at me with a slight smile. When I started the car she slid next to me, thigh touching thigh, as if she was really my date. She had not pulled her skirt down. I could see bare skin at the top of her stockings. She took my arm pulling it around her neck and on her shoulder so my fingertips were brushing the swell of the top of her breast. Her head was against my neck. She laid her arm on my thigh with her hand holding the inside of my knee. Her elbow pressed the side my throbbing dick. As I drove under street lights I could see down her bodice. My mouth was dry. My brain was spinning. I was so hard it hurt. I do not remember much of the drive home, just the view resulting from the lights.
