Home, Unexpectedly Early

"I had to wear it with thick tights because it gets pretty cold out on the rink...and white flouncy underskirt and knickers...you know, when you have to..." and she flicked her leg up behind her.

I rooted around inside the case, but couldn't come up with any white, flouncy items.

"Put it on." I tried to keep the eagerness out of my voice.

"Mmm, you're eager..." Okay, so I failed. "Alright then..."

My broad smile matched hers.

We went back down to her bedroom and Mum closed the door behind her, saying she'd call me when ready -- but only if she'd not busted the seams while trying to get into it. I went downstairs to make myself yet another coffee, but it lay immediately forgotten on the table when Jackie called for me to come back up and I did so, taking the stairs two at a time.

For the second time in a couple of days I took a deep breath before opening a door to my mother. This time she was stood, surprisingly tall because of the skates, towards the back wall of the room. She smiled, raised her arms out to either side, and turned a full circle for my viewing pleasure. My mouth was agape, I think, because this was a real spectacle. The frilly underskirts and panties she'd found to substitute for the originals peeped from below the hem of the skirt which blossomed out around her bum. Her breasts were busting teasingly up over the top of her low-necked sequined blouse and threatened at any moment to make good their escape. I approached and held her arm high so she could pirouette beneath it. She only did it once for fear of cutting a hole through the carpet with her blades, but once was enough. She held her head high like a ballet dancer and stretched her other arm out in an elegant curve. I'd never noticed her neck was so long.

"Can I breathe out, now?" she laughed.

"Yeah." She did so, and was relieved that there was no tearing sound or popping of buttons as the costume exploded. She walked awkwardly towards her full-length mirror and took in the picture that was before her. She drew a hand down across her belly, but didn't really need to -- the costume fitted her like a glove. My own eyes were drawn to the jut of her bum which she was shaking from side to side to make the costume sit right. Again, a familiar sensation was beginning to make itself known down in my pants.

"I can see you, you know."

I'd forgotten this was a mirror, and, unlike mine, her eyes were not drawn solely to the shape of her arse. But she was smiling, and shook it again, I think just for me.

"Boys. Just like your dad. Okay, now shoo." She sat on the bed and began to take off her boots.

"Why?"

"Oh, you think I'm going to stroll round the house all day in this getup while you just sit there ogling me and my knickers?"

"Well you could do. I mean, without the skates it's probably very comfortable, isn't it? I mean, lots of room to...stretch and all that..."

She looked like she was considering it. Then a light seemed to flash in her brain.

"That suitcase, was there anything else inside?"

"Yeah, a couple more clothes, no skirts or anything though."

"Stay right there." And with that she left the room and I heard her clattering back up into the loft. Five minutes later she was back down again with a bundle over her arm.

"Alright, I'll keep these on for a while..." A gleam in her eye, "if you agree to wear these..." and she thrust the bundle into my arms.

I looked at it, confused, and then spread the items out on the bed. There was a pink shirt endowed with ruffles all the way down the front, there was a short black bolero-style jacket hemmed in the same glittery blue as Mum's outfit, and there was a pair of unbelievably tight black velour trousers with the same trim down the length of the legs.

"There you go. Only worn once. By your dad."

"You've got to be kidding me. There's no way Dad would have worn these...!"

"Oh, but he did. Just the once, mind, but his mates teased him something terrible and he never wore them again."

"You mean he went out shopping in these?"

"No, silly. He accompanied me to skating practice and was trying to make an impression on me. In those pants I can say he certainly did that. Trouble is, a couple of his pals happened to be there too, just mucking around, and when they saw him..." Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. "It was a straight choice between his macho persona and me."

"But you won out."

"Eh, eventually, but not that time. I used my other girly wiles to hook him afterwards. Meantime, he went back to his football and left me in peace for a while." She gave me a knowing wink. "So...?"

The prospect of a day with Jackie wandering around in some kind of tutu was crucial to my decision.

"But I don't have to go outside...?"

"Oh my God, you are just the spitting image of your father. No. Of course not. Though I might invite the postman, the plumber and the electrician round for a cup of tea..." She laughed and almost choked on her own joke.

I picked up the clothes and turned to go.

"Where are you off to?"

"To get changed."

"Uh-uh." She shook her head. "Here." She pointed to a spot on the floor and then lifted her feet onto the bed and lay back against the headboard, hands behind her head. "Why should you have all the fun?"

The effect of her lying back on the bed was that it lifted her skirts at the front and I was presented with the sight of Mum gazing at me over a mountain of frills. I could only see the top of her head to her nose and eyes, so I didn't know if she was laughing at me again, but I did know through my peripheral vision that she was fully exposing her panties to me. I was dying to look straight at them but didn't dare. My dick, however, had no such qualms, and strained to be released.

She leisurely crossed her legs at the ankle and brought her arms down to smooth the skirt across the front. She had been grinning.

"When you're ready, of course..."

She was so making the most this.

With a lopsided grin that more or less acknowledged that she had me in a corner, I looped my hands across and began to lift my T-shirt.

"No! Wait, stop, stop..."

I did so and looked on as she made a more comfortable mound out of the pillows to rest her head against, opened a bedside drawer and took out a mint which she popped into her mouth, readjusted herself, and, with a wave of her hand, said,

"Okay, go on."

Oh, she was having so much fun.

Again, I crossed my arms to the hem of my shirt and began to pull it up towards my face, exposing my midriff. Okay, I thought, she wants a show....with it pulled up, I slowed the pace down and swung my hips, then pulled it further up to give her a view of my nipples, all the while humming a tune. I raised my arms high over my head and made a show of extricating my head at the neck. Then I eased the shirt off the ends of my arms.

With my head exposed again, I saw that Jackie wasn't particularly looking at my face. She was chewing on her mint and scrutinizing my chest. I swung the shirt a couple of times round my head and hoisted it in her direction. With lightning reflexes she caught it midair and held it up to her nose, inhaling my scent. Then she flung it to one side and, describing a circle with her index finger, indicated that I should continue.

She was not going to be distracted now, because my fingers were playing with the buttons at the top of my pants. I flipped them open to expose the top of my black boxer shorts and then, holding one side steady, took a hold of the zip and began to ease it gently down, swaying from side to side, all the while showing her a greater expanse of my boxers.

I'd only seen this rapt attention from her at the climax of reality shows on television... but I'm guessing that to have it in glorious 3-D added a new aspect. Without taking her eyes off me she reached across to her drawer, extricated another mint and popped it into her mouth without looking, chewing furiously. I clicked the zip down. It was about halfway and I sensed I was having to exert more pressure to perform the operation because something down there was exerting its own contrary, outward pressure.

My Mum's eyes were boring into that point at which my fingers held the zip.

I'd been to a couple of stag parties with my mates where they'd had strippers. I must have been paying some attention to them at the time because their tricks came naturally to me. The fun was always in the 'tease' part of stripping, leaving the audience holding their breath to the last moment.

So I turned my back on Mum.

She emitted something between a groan and a whine.

I unzipped my pants all the way, allowing my dick to tent my shorts at the front, out of Mum's view. Then I raised my arms and clasped them behind my head. At first I just threw my hips from side to side, but then developed this into a circular motion, all the while feeling the weight of my pants as they slid lower and lower down over my ass. Their descent was halted around mid-thigh because I was standing with legs apart. I twisted round at the waist and saw Mum with one finger in her mouth and her other hand delving into her panties through the top of her skirt. I brought my legs together and the pants made their final rapid descent down to my ankles. I bent from the waist, thrusting my ass out at her, and lifted one leg, hooking the pants off at that side and then with a kick of the other leg, sending them sailing through the air.

Did I dare turn round? Teasing's all well and good, but when she caught sight of my ramrod stiff pole?

I postponed the inevitable and kept my back turned. There was no voice of dissent from my audience, so I continued. I was arms akimbo. I cheekily wiggled the little fingers of both hands and then inserted them under the waistband of my boxers. I stretched them out to the sides and shifted my ass within the added circumference.

Then slowly lowered them. There was a gasp of breath from behind me as half, and then all of my butt came into view and I let the elastic flip back so my ass was now supported by the waistband.

I turned slowly round but stopped sideways on to my Mum who was now leaning forward in anticipation. This I only saw out of the corner of my eye because I was seriously afraid of catching her gaze.

I needn't have worried. Her attention was not on my face.

I stretched the elastic with both hands along half the length of my knob and used it to press it downwards. Then, almost like rolling a condom off, I rolled it as far as the tip, held it there for a moment and then released the full length.

The knob leapt into the air and, with a short bounce, remained at about forty-five degrees off the vertical.

I turned to give her the full frontal and levered the boxers down around my ankles as well.

I slipped one foot out and flicked them up like an expert footballer, caught them and tossed them to Mum. She caught them with the hand which wasn't down her panties.

"Mum, those pants of Dad's look very tight...I'll end up talking with a squeaky voice and I don't think I'll be able to wear boxers under them, they're too baggy...I'd probably need something tighter..."

"Uhuh..." She sniffed the boxers and put them gently to one side, possibly to use later.

"A kind of jockstrap...keep me in place..."

"Mmm..." Her eyes were focused on just that place.

"I've not got a jockstrap, though..."

"Uhuh...pity...oh, wait..." She came back to her senses. "I know..." She swung her feet off the bed, reached across and slid open her knicker drawer. She drew out a thong in silky green.

"This'd probably do you..." She observed my dick as though taking exact measurements in a lingerie store.

"Yeah, you're big...okay, you're very big...you're a whopper, haha..." she grinned, "but these are totally stretchy...Come here."

I walked towards her, strangely without embarrassment, and stopped in front of her still sitting on the bed, her face level with the purple head of my rod.

She stretched the thong between her hands.

"Alright, step into them."

I rested my hands on her shoulders for balance, and as she reached down with the thong so that I could step into the proffered leg holes, her forehead collided with my knob. She moved her head to one side and nudged it away but it knocked back again against her ear.

The moment I'd stepped into them though, she leaned back and pulled them up to my ball sac, and then, stretching the material at one side, grabbed a hold of my dick, hoisted most of my apparatus into the hammock and patted it down. I saw how small her hand was in comparison...and I'd felt how she'd quickly squeezed me in the process.

Then there was a delay which seemed to stretch on as I remained standing there and Jackie's face remained only inches away from my dick.

I was about to turn round to the costume I was supposed to be trying on, when she seemed to come to some decision, took a deep breath and sighed. Then she took the front of the thong in both hands and scooted it back down my thighs. Taking firm hold of my base and, leaning forward and opening her mouth wide, she took my whole length straight down her throat, her nose delving into the tangle of my pubic hair. My hands which had been at her shoulders transferred themselves to the back of her head and, entwined in her hair, urged her further forward into my crotch.

I looked down. It was as though I was dick-less. Then simultaneously she started to ease her mouth and oh so red lips away and I also drew back away from her. But we both knew the other's intention, which was immediately to ram back onto to my base. We did so and I felt my dickhead penetrating the depths of her gullet which she was able to miraculously hold open in order to receive it. Again we pulled back and again we rammed in.

Our rhythm built up and pretty soon I was jerking in and out of her mouth for all I was worth. The hot slippery tunnel between those ruby lips, and her acrobatic tongue ensured that my climax arrived pretty much sooner than later. I was rapidly building to a crescendo and jabbering that I loved her when my dam broke and I was pouring all of my thick cum into her. I continued my frantic jerking and she continued slurping and swallowing the river that was flowing into her throat. As I looked down to watch my cock alternately appearing and disappearing into her mouth I saw that she was laughing at the same time. It was a laugh of pure release and, if this had been a Hitchcock movie, you would have taken her to be a mad woman, simultaneously laughing and foaming from the mouth.

When the flow had subsided, she took my still-rigid pole out from between her lips and began to explore it. She lapped around the head, sweeping up any last drop and taking the odd trip with her tongue down underneath the length of my shaft until she reached my balls where she toyed with them, one by one, sometimes nibbling at them and sometimes taking them wholly into her mouth and swirling them around.

I reached down towards her waist and hooked my fingers into her panties. She understood instantly and stood up from the bed, leaving her ruffled panties and tights back down around her knees. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we fell into open-mouthed kisses. Then she raised her arms and I took the bottom of her sparkling blouse and inverted it over her head before throwing it to one side. She pushed up against me again and I felt her hard nipples thrust into me and the mass of her breasts swell out around the sides. I think those breasts were the only part of her that I hadn't had the luck to see during this last day or so, but they could wait a little while longer, as the two of us dropped onto her bed wrapped in each other's arms.

She tried to open her legs only to find her feet hampered by her tights and panties. A flurry of leg activity quickly released her and I felt the insides of her thighs return to caress my waist and the spiky hairs of her bush tickle the end of my knob. And then her heels were digging into my back as she clasped her lower body to me.

It hadn't been long since I'd released into her mouth, but I was again at full hardness and my dick slipped straight and true into her hot depths. Her eyes widened with delighted surprise as I filled her cavern, already lubricated and lush in anticipation. We humped and bumped and laughed and snorted and whimpered as we went through the whole gamut of emotions. I managed to make her come several times before she finally pushed me off her body and we lay exhausted side-by-side, drenched in the sweat of our lovemaking.

When my breathing had returned to normal I turned my head and took in her lovely face. She turned hers to look back at me, smiling. I stretched my hand across to stroke her cheek and she brought hers up to hold it there, then turned and kissed it.

On a sudden whim she turned herself over towards me and lay on top before pushing herself upright to straddle my hips and smile down at me. She leaned forward and splayed her hands across my chest and her heavy breasts hung like ripe luscious fruits below her ribcage. I reached up towards them both to squeeze and caress them and she let me choose my favorite by bending her torso and letting me suck around the nipple of that one, which reacted like my dick in that it majestically sprouted into my mouth. I tried the other and it performed the same feat.

Down below I couldn't see because of her flared skirt, but I could feel the hot crease of her bum wedging my dick into its crevice. She started to rock backwards and forwards and her ass depressed itself onto me and the cheeks slid open to accept me while her breasts swung heavily to and fro in front of my mesmerized gaze.

As my dick penetrated her yet again and as she increased the tempo, she said to me, between pants,

"By the way...mmm... when you...ooh...when you do a..." She bit on her lip, "striptease...you should always...aaah...take your socks off first...wow...men look...oh god...really, really silly...naked in just their socks...aaaarghh..!!...I'm cummmmiiinnnnggggg...!!!!"