"What if they don't like me?" Mom asked nervously.
"Mom, calm down. They'll love you," I assured her.
Although I was nervous too. What if they didn't like her? I was bringing my mom over to my girlfriend's house to meet her and her mom. They were both super cool, but sometimes people don't always align. But I didn't have to worry, after five minutes they were chatting away like long-time friends.
Let me describe myself and the others so you know who was all there and how what happened next happened.
My name is Jonathan, and I am 20 years old. I'm tall, skinny and could use a good 20 lbs. of muscle to be honest, but Shelly, my girlfriend (also 20), seems to like me the way I am. Since she was my first real girlfriend, who was I to argue? I have short black hair and hazel eyes.
Shelly had long brown/black hair, blue eyes, and a sleeve tattoo on her left arm. Her boobs are big and shaped like teardrops with medium areolas and nig nipples. She has a small triangle above her pussy.
My mom, Jill, has long blonde hair, green eyes and a medium build. She has a bit of a tummy, suffice it to say if she lost ten or fifteen pounds, she'd look amazing.
Finally, there's Betty, Shelly's mom. She had short brown hair, blue eyes and is a bit chunky. It would take more than 15 pounds for her to look amazing, but she was cute in her own way and really nice.
So, anyway, after dinner, Italian, my favorite, Betty's an awesome cook, we were watching a movie. Everyone was having a great time, and for reasons I still don't understand myself, I started poking Shelly in the ribs, causing her to jump and squeal. Shelly and Betty had a pool and after the movie we were going to go swimming, so we were all dressed in bathing suits. I thought it would be funny if Shelly's boobs popped out of her bikini in front of her mom and my mom. We liked embarrassing each other. We'd tell really raunchy jokes and touch each other inappropriately out in public and behind Betty's back. So, the three of them were in bikini's and I was in my swim trunks.
Well, this turned into an all-out tickle fight when she started poking me back. This caught the attention of our mom's, who were on Shelly's side (even my own mother) telling her to "get him", meaning me.
Soon, I found myself pulled on the floor, where Shelly them pulled my shirt over my head and used it to bind my arms. The she sat on my arms and tickled my armpits, stomach and ribs.
"Mom, Jill get his feet," Shelly ordered. Without hesitation her mom and my mom grabbed my feet pulled off my shoes and socks and went to town running their long nails up and down my size 12 feet. I was going nuts. Squirming and thrashing and laughing. They were all laughing too. I was embarrassed that three women had me totally at their mercy.
"Jonathan, are you enjoying this?" Shelly asked, pointing to my crotch. I looked down and noticed a small "tent" in my swim trunks.
"Let's find out," Betty said. And before I knew it, she had reached up grabbed my swim trunks and pulled them off.