I was shutting up my truck when mom came home. She walked up and gave me a big hug. Suddenly I was taken with how hot my mom was. She’d always worked hard at her body, trying to keep it as lithe and seductive as Amber’s body was hot and slutty. “Hi mom. Lookin’ fine, I must say. What about me?”
I did a little turn in my tank top and shorts for her and laughed. “Not bad, Matt, not bad.”
Just then Amber walked out of the house and said “Well, mom, I see you’ve found our yummy college boy too.” The impish grin on her face told me she was trying to give away nothing and everything all at the same time. She was wearing a pair of tiny tight soccer shorts and a cropped belly tank top.
“Amber! Get your ass inside! You can’t come outside dressed like that the whole neighborhood will think you’re a slut!”
“Mom, maybe you should just let her parade around like that. She goes out in public like that and she’ll find out all about how sluts get treated.” I shot Amber a lusty wicked glance, figuring she would like that thought.
“Hmm…well…nevermind I guess. I think in celebration of what may be my last summer with both of my babies, I am taking you two out to dinner. Go get dressed. No jeans!” She playfully yelled as Amber and I bounded off for our rooms. I opted for a dark blue dress shirt and some khakis, and upon my return to the living room was rewarded with not only a surprise in terms of women getting ready for a night out, but what they were wearing too. Mom had on a deep red dress that hung to her curves. The spaghetti straps over her shoulders revealed that she was not wearing a bra and watching her standing and talking to Amber with her back to me, made me question whether she was wearing any underwear at all. Then as Amber pointed to me, mom stepped aside and turned to look. I was almost dead with the view Amber provided. She was wearing a white sundress with light blue flowers on it, and from a good look at her, I was SURE she was wearing no underwear of any kind. The dress was just that see through. I guess she’d taken my advice about dressing like a slut in public, and since mom hadn’t said anything that I’d heard, she must have been okay with it.
“Well ladies? Shall we? How lucky can a guy be? A night on the town with two ravishing beauties. I smiled through the conversations as I drove to the restaurant mom had picked. The conversation was pleasant all through dinner and we were relaxing a bit considering dessert when Amber got up to use the restroom. Mom slid into the seat beside me and said “I sure could use one of your fabulous massages tonite.”
“Why wait?” I turned her so she sat facing out of the booth with her feet hanging off the end and began to gently massage her shoulders and neck. “How’s that ma?”
“Mmm…devine. I do so hope you’re not planning on just working my shoulders and thinking you’ll be able to go out for the night. I need more. In fact, maybe we’ll just go home and skip dessert if Amber doesn’t mind. I’m ready for a proper rub down.” She cooed and moaned softly as I continued to work from the base of her skull all the way down her arms and back.