This story continues the saga telling the relationship I have with my son, Owen, as detailed in the previous two stories about Owen.
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I had a telephone call from Marion last Friday. This was not unusual as we had kept in touch with each other ever since our sons started University together. But on this occasion she asked me if I were interested in joining her for a visit to our sons, and I readily agreed, as I had been having to make do with sessions with Chloe whilst Owen was away, and even that depended on whether or not she was not previously occupied with one of her many boy-friends.
Anyway, we agreed to plan it as a bit of a surprise, and so I drove to meet her and pick her up in my car on Saturday. I was not surprised, though, when she got into the car carrying just a small bag containing soap and a toothbrush, apart from her handbag, with no evidence of change of clothing or night attire, although the plan was to stay overnight if possible.
As she got into the car she leaned over for a warm kiss, and then settled back into her seat as we drove to our destination, some five hours away at least.
Owen had given me directions in the past for the four-bedroomed house they were renting, and I found it quite easily.
We parked the car and together we walked up to the door and rang the door-bell. There came a sound of scuffling behind the door for a short time and then it was opened by a very pretty blonde girl wearing what seemed to be no more than a towel, although she did not seem to be as wet as if we had disturbed her in the shower.
She looked a little puzzled at seeing us there until we explained who we were, and then her face changed into a big smile of a greeting.
"Come in, please" she said, then turned her head to shout up the stairs, "It's all right. It's your mums, Owen and George. Shall I bring them up?"
A little to our surprise, although we should not have been surprised actually, George appeared at the top of the staircase dressed only in what looked suspiciously like a pair of feminine knickers, judging from the lace which seemed to be the main material.
"Hi Mom!" he called out, and as he came down to meet us he was closely followed by Owen, similarly dressed but also sporting a bra which looked so incongruous on him. But behind him was a red-head of a girl who was just wearing a man's shirt, several sizes too big for her.
Marion and I were puzzled for a few seconds, but Owen called out to us as he came down to meet us -- "Great to see you, but you have just interrupted our game. Not that it matters," he continued. "We were having a game of transvestite strip-poker, but we had nearly finished as you can see. That is why Nadine had to slip on a towel to answer the door, in case it was someone who would not understand why the rest of us were dressed as we are."
The girls did not seem to be as embarrassed as we would have thought, but as Owen and George introduced us as Nicky and Marion to them, both Nadine and Betty said how much they had been wanting to meet us, saying that George and Owen had told them so much about us and about our four-way relationships!
"They have often spoken about you and have even showed us some of the photographs you have sent them, showing you all together in bed, and playing with each other," said Betty.
"Yes," said Nadine. "They have often told us about you, and how you (and she nodded to me) helped George to lose his virginity."
"That was my daughter, Chloe", I started to say, but Betty again interrupted to say laughingly to Owen, "So I wonder if that means I shall have to sleep on my own tonight, then?"
I looked at them both, as Owen replied, "Not necessarily. Depends how the evening goes!"
"Oh, goody!" she answered him. Then she said, "But we should finish this game another time, I think."
"Yes, perhaps you should," I said to them all. "Marion and I would like to take you all out for a meal, and then perhaps a disco. Would you like that?"
They jumped at the opportunity, especially as it meant that Marion and I would be footing the bill, and then excused themselves to change in readiness.
Marion and I had no reservations about accompanying George and Owen whilst they dressed, and neither of them seemed the least embarrassed. And nor should they have been. Not only had we had all seen each other nude before but we had all been regular fucking partners.
After the boys had changed (and Marion and I had restrained ourselves from touching them whilst they were undressed -- that could come later) we went downstairs to wait for the two girls, who soon appeared.
Whether the boys had had some influence on the way the girls were dressed I would not try to hazard a guess, but they certainly looked as if they were on the look-out for a good time.
Both of them were completely bare at the midriff, and although I was used to seeing Chloe wearing as little as possible when going out these two seemed to be wearing even less! As tops they were both similarly covered, if covered is the word. A narrow band of chiffon encircled their breasts but so see-through that they may as well have had nothing covering them at all. Their skirts were tinier than any I had ever seen and dipped low in front revealing their belly-buttons with space below, and they must have been shaved as the skirts dipped right to the beginnings of their slits which could just be made out. From the rear the dip was also in evidence so that the tiny elastics of what must have been g-strings were on show.
Betty saw my appreciative eyes taking all this in, and she laughed as she told us that the boys had bought these outfits but so far they had not worn them anywhere outside the house as yet. She then made no fuss at all as she raised the bottom hem of her skirt (and there was not much to lift) to show how flimsy the g-string was, consisting as it did of no more than a tiny black fragment which had already slipped between her cunt lips in a really beautiful camel-toe.
But my curiosity was satisfied straight away as Nadine said, "I hope you approve -- Owen and George bought these for us, like Owen says he does for you. Have you got some on that he bought in the past?"
"Unfortunately, no," I answered. Then, with sheer audacity I took my own hem and pulled it up to the waist, showing everyone the fact that I was not wearing any knickers at all! But the action also revealed the fact that I wore stockings and suspenders, and this seemed to amuse the girls.
"I've never worn those," said Betty. "But I must admit that they look really sexy the way they frame your pussy. But are you really going to go to the disco without any knickers at all? "
"We certainly are," said Marion. "I've none on either -- we both came prepared for an immediate fuck from our sons, but that can wait for now." Then she turned to me and asked, "What do you think, Nicky? Shall we go with stockings and suspenders on, or should we remove them and perhaps ask the girls if we could borrow some shorter skirts?"
"But still without knickers, of course," I agreed. "After all, who knows -- we might get picked up by some young studs if we do."
The girls seemed amused with our remarks, but the boys took it in their stride -- naturally, as they knew us well!
