Note from author: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 10
It was Thursday and I had only a week or two to get myself ready for my course. There were books and stationery that I would need for the learning parts of my apprenticeship at the school I was attending in London as well as overalls, boots and safety gear to get for the practical parts of the course with machinery and tools.
I had arranged to swop my day off from Saturday to Thursday instead for that reason, so went into town to obtain all of the things I would need. I got to say, it was likely I was going to forget something, as I was incredibly distracted all day from the discussions with mother and Liz of the night before.
I caught the bus back late in the afternoon, loaded up with shopping, my mind focussed totally on what that night might bring. Lots of things were going through my head, good and the potential bad and how, if that happened, things might play out.
I got back to the house at 5.30 and went through to the kitchen. There was no one there but there was a note. It read 'Dearest Trey, Emm and Lila would love the pleasure of your company this evening. Please come over to Lila's at 7.30pm via the back door if you dare. Love, Emm and Lila xxx. P.S. Don't forget the mask'
There, on the table was the mask. This filled me with a bit of trepidation as the last time I had worn it, it was for Liz's rape fantasy and I had to say, although I enjoyed myself, it wasn't something I was particularly keen to revisit as it wasn't my sort of thing, not least with my mother.
However, I thought back to our conversation the night before and reasoned that my mother hadn't mentioned anything about sharing that type of fantasy but had said that she wanted to masks worn to separate us from the reality of who we were to each other. After I had reasoned it out, I felt more comfortable, not least that if I wanted to I thought, I could back out when I got there.
I went upstairs, had a bath and took some time to decide what I was going to wear. I finally decided that a plain shirt and trousers would be fine, but I would forgo the underwear in the expectation that it would only get in the way and delay things.
Time seemed to stand still as I watched the clock count down to 7.30 and at 7.25 I couldn't wait any longer, I collected the mask from the kitchen table and made my way over to Liz's house via the back garden.
The kitchen was empty when I got there, not a sound coming from anywhere. I donned the mask, adjusting it so it would not slip and made my way to the stairs.
"We're up here Trey." I heard Liz call softly down to me and my heart was hammering about what I would find when I got to her room.
I walked into Liz's bedroom and was struck dumb for a second. It was darkish as the curtains were closed but enough evening light was breaking through gaps as well as some subtle lamps to give my eyes enough to work with.
There, on the bed, was my mother, in a mask, wearing a blue girdle and bra set, same colour as the scarf I had given her yesterday and matching in style, the red one that was Liz's favourite, the one she had worn the first time we fucked. She had done her hair and make-up and her look was rounded off by black heels and stockings.
Liz was standing by her dressing table, wearing the same ensemble but with the red one of course and a matching mask and make up. Together they looked like sisters as I took in the view. For years after I would get hard just picturing them in my head dressed like this but at the time, it was almost magical.
"Oh Trey," whispered Liz sexily, "we've been waiting ALL day for you. How could you be so cruel to make us wait ALL day?"
"We have just been so bored that we didn't know what to do with ourselves." said my mother and with that, she stuck her hand suggestively down the front of her knickers.
"Now, now, Emm," said Liz striding over to the bed, "what did we agree?"
"That we would wait," said my mother in a sulky, kittenish voice "that Trey would tell us what to do when he arrived."
I realised that this little play had been set up for my benefit and that if I played my cards right, I could get them to do probably anything that evening.
Speaking for the first time I said, "You both had better come over here and undress me then." and with that, both women made their way in my direction.
They stood, one to each side of me and started running theirs hands up and over my chest. I let them, not touching them myself. Patience I told myself, patience.
I felt Liz quickly undo the buttons of my shirt and then it was off me, both of them moved closer in and I had one in one arm and one in the other.
I moved to kiss my mother and she lifted her head towards me. Our lips met and our kiss grew from a tender one to us exchanging tongues.
I moved to do the same to Liz and I felt one of them undo the buttons on my fly. Finally, the weight of the garment lost its argument with gravity and they dropped to the floor.
I heard an intake of breath from my mother as she realised I didn't have briefs on and my manhood was there in all its glory.
Finally, I let my hands start to wander over their bodies, one hand on each, giving them equal attention. My mother's ass felt especially delicious as I groped her hungrily.
Liz moaned into my mouth as I touched her bra enclosed tit and I knew she was very turned on. She must be soaking I thought as I resisted the urge to run my hands down to her knickers to check.
My mothers' hand couldn't resist any longer and I felt her fingers wrap themselves around my cock with a vice like grip. She was shaking from undertaking this act, likely knowing that conventionally it was forbidden but her excitement and body overriding the reasoning behind it.
I didn't want to come too soon though and so I broke my kiss with Liz and said to her dominantly, "I want to see you fuck her."
