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Just A Bit Of Fun Part 1 The fashion show.
Nora Bell had started as an agent for a insolvency company. Nora purchased stock at a much reduced rate, then try to get people to buy the goods. Nora would add between 10 and 20%. This way she could make a reasonable profit and her customers would get the items at a bargain price. Being selective, Nora only chose items that she knew she could sell easily. The latest stock came in, it was a collection of women’s underwear. The catalogue had stated that these were more appropriate to women aged between 50 and 70. This suited Nora as she had a large group of friends that fitted that age bracket.
Nora herself was sixty and she decided to invite her closest friends who were nearer her age. Upon opening the boxes, she found that some of the items were a slightly more modern that she had anticipated. So she sorted them into two groups, putting what she thought her friends might prefer on the cloth covered paste table she used to display the merchandise. The rest she stacked in a box which she put in the corner.
The invites went out and the meeting at Nora’s house was for that Saturday evening as one of the women had a phobia about going out in the daytime. Her son Billy, who was sixteen years old, told her, after hearing they would be trying on clothes, that he would stay in his room until the women had left.
There was a common link between all the women, one that none of them were aware of. They had all been prescribed a new d**g by their doctors. It was taken by women who had started their menopause and was supposed to counteract one of the common problems that many older women suffered from. Dryness of the vagina. The pill had been tested and found that the users should avoid alcohol as this caused side effects.
Nora had asked Billy to go to the shops to buy some bottles of cheap fruit juice, this would save her the task of making tea or coffee. All she had to do was make up several jugs of the fruit juice. There was orange, lemon and pomegranate. That should give enough of a choice. Unfortunately, there was also a reaction with the d**g and Citric Acid that had not been discovered. The brand of fruit juice that Billy had purchased had high concentrations of Citric Acid.
Before Billy was allowed to seek the sanctuary of his bedroom, he was assigned the task of opening the door to the women as they arrived, taking their coats and offering them a choice of which fruit juice they wanted.
First to arrive was Ellen Haslet, she was Nora’s closest friend. He greeted her and helped her remove her coat. After he had placed it on one of the hooks of the coat rack, he asked. “Would you prefer orange, lemon or pomegranate juice?”
Ellen thought for a moment, then said, “I’ll try the pomegranate please Billy.”
Next to arrive were Margaret Gower aged sixty one and her friend Dorothy Leonard aged fifty eight. Billy always thought that Mrs Gower was older than she was, this due to the deep lines on her face. Margaret had Lemon, and Dorothy had Orange.
Madeline Brown, or Maddy to her friends was a spinster, she was only fifty. Not so much a close friend of his mothers, but she only lived across the other side of the road, so Nora felt obliged to invite her. When asked what fruit juice she wanted, she answered. “Pomegranate please William.” He hated being called by his full name.
There were two others who phoned at the last minute to say they were unable to come. So Nora told Billy to disappear up to his room. He was relieved to be away from all these old women.
“Now ladies,” warned Nora, “I have to advise you that if you try any of the garments on, then you will have to buy. Naturally, if you buy something and it doesn’t fit, then I will refund your money, as long as you wash it before you return them.”
The woman all agreed to these conditions.”
There didn’t seem a lot of interest in what Nora had to offer. Then Margaret noticed the box in the corner. “What’s in there Nora?” she asked.
“Oh they’re the items I thought weren’t suitable, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for you to take a look.” Nora thought as the goods she had put on display did not seem to appeal to the women, these might pique their interest.
Nora cleared away what was on display before laying out the other stuff.
Now the fruit juice mixing with the tablets was starting to take effect.
“Ah, now that’s more like it Nora.” Said Margaret as she picked up a matching bra and panty set.
The other women seemed more interested as well.
It was Margaret who said, “let’s have a fashion show. I promise to buy what I try on.” Everyone cheered the idea.
Upstairs, Billy was taking a shower when he heard the sounds of merriment and wondered what was happening. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that they were having a party with alcohol.
The women were on their third glass of fruit juice and it was this that appeared to be breaking down their normal modest behaviour.
Nora pulled the curtains to ensure that there would be no chance of anyone observing them in a state of undress.
Margaret was already stripped down to her underwear. The set of undies she had chosen were made of an almost transparent material. None of the others took any notice of her nudity when she removed her own underwear and put on the new stuff. The other women stripped as well, even Maddy Brown, who normally would have asked if she could change in another room. The effects of the tablets mixed with the fruit juice was affecting all the women, even Nora, who had also changed into a revealing set of underwear.
All the women stood there looking at each other. “Now what?” asked Ellen.
Maddy put up her hand. “I suppose we could have a beauty competition,” half expecting her idea to be rejected.
“Great idea Maddy,” said Dorothy, “but we need a judge.”
“What about Billy?” suggested Ellen.
The rest of the women started to chant, “we want Billy, we want Billy.”
Upstairs, Billy came out of the bathroom, he didn’t bother to dress, merely putting on a pair of shorts, he stood at the top of the stairs and listened. He couldn’t hear what they were saying with any clarity, he could only make out the sound of his name.
Meanwhile, Nora suggested, “perhaps you should all go into the kitchen, in case you frighten Billy off. I’ll put on my dressing gown and get him to come downstairs. Then we can spring the surprise.”
Nora made them pick up the clothes they had taken off and checked to ensure the room didn’t look too out of place. Then after she had put on her dressing gown, she went out into the hall and called up the stairs.
“Billy, could you come downstairs for a moment?”
As he was standing outside his bedroom, he answered straight away. “What is it mum?”
Nora tried to think of a reason why she wanted him to come downstairs. “The ladies want to ask your advice on something.” She hoped that this would be sufficient reason.
“Okay, but I only have a pair of shorts on mum.”
Nora thought for a moment, her judgment clouded by the effects of the tablets and fruit juice. “Don’t worry dear, I don’t suppose the ladies will mind.”
As Billy started down the stairs, Nora ducked back inside the living room.
He entered the room and saw that it was only occupied by his mother, he was puzzled as to why she was wearing her dressing gown.
“What’s going on mum?” he asked.
“Listen Billy, we were trying on some clothes and it was suggested that we have a fashion show, then someone thought it would be a good idea to have a beauty contest, naturally we needed a judge, so we thought of you.”
He surmised that his mother had put on her dressing gown to hide the dress she was modelling. “So what do I have to do?” he asked.
“Well, the contestants are waiting in the kitchen, if you turn your back, then they can come in and line up. You turn around when I tell you to and consider which one looks the best in what she’s wearing.”
This seemed simple he thought, just look them over and pick one, he would be impartial and not just pick his mother. “Okay mum,” he said as he turned his back to the kitchen door.
Nora went to the kitchen door and opened it. Signalling for the women to come in, she put her finger against her lips to indicate that they should be quiet. When they were all lined up, she took off her dressing gown and assumed a position in the line up.
“Okay Billy, you can turn round now,” his mother said.
Billy turned round. His mouth dropped open when he saw what the women were wearing. His eyes darted from one to the next, first looking at the women’s bras, which due to the transparency of the material, did little to hide their nipples. Then his gaze dropped to their knickers. He swallowed hard, he could see the darkness of their pubic hair. Even his mother’s.
“Well Billy, you have to pick one.” Said Ellen Haslett.
By now, his penis had awoken and was forming a bulge in the front of his shorts. This did not go unnoticed by the women. It was Margaret Gower who said. “I don’t think he can make his mind up. Seeing as he’s topless, perhaps we should be the same?” She then proceeded to undo the clasp on the bra.
Billy stared as the garment dropped away, revealing her breasts. They were firm, due to her never having had any c***dren. Her nipples stuck out hard and erect.
One by one, the rest of the women followed suit, even his mother and he gasped at seeing her breasts for the first time.
The sight of these women, standing there, wearing only see-through knickers seemed to have robbed him of his speech.
Maddy stared at the bulge in Billy’s shorts and she shuddered, not because she was cold, but because she was becoming sexually aroused. Madeline Brown, had never experienced a man, she had never felt any interest before now. The feelings were new to her, but she was aware that she needed relief to the throbbing she felt in her most intimate place.
Dorothy Leonard said, “I suppose the only way we can get him to decide, will be to take our knickers off, but Billy will need to do the same.”
Hearing this brought Billy out of his trance. He looked at his mother, waiting for her to object to Mrs Leonard’s suggestion, she didn’t. so he said “No way,” and was about to turn and leave the room. It was then that his mother spoke. “Come on Billy, it’s just a bit of fun, wouldn’t you like to see all us women naked?”
He realised that his mother intended to remove her knickers as well. In the past, she had constantly told him to make sure to knock before entering her bedroom, on one occasion, he had forgotten and had walked in on her when she was changing. His mother had grabbed her robe and quickly covered herself, even though she was wearing her petticoat, so he wouldn’t have seen much anyway. This had created a situation, where he had wondered what she would look like naked. Now she was telling him she was going to allow him to see her naked.
All he had to do was take off his shorts. The only problem being that he had an erection.
“I can’t,” he declared, “I’ve got a…..” he was about to say, “a hard on.”
His mother approached him and placed her arm around his shoulders. “Listen Billy, like I said, it’s just a bit of fun. No one is going to do anything to you. I bet you’d like to see their hairy pussies wouldn’t you?”
He had never heard his mother use expressions like that. “But they’ll see my, you know?”
“Listen Billy, don’t you want to see my pussy?”
Billy asked her, “they won’t laugh at me will they?”
“Why would they do that son?”
“Because I’m not very big.” He imagined that he was underdeveloped for his age.
“No Billy, most of them have not seen a man’s penis for years, I don’t suppose Maddy has ever seen one, so don’t think they’ll be disappointed and laugh.”
He was caught between a rock and a hard on, the prospect of seeing all those hairy fannies even if the women were in their sixties and of course his own mother, he finally decided. “Okay, I’ll do it then.”
Nora announced that Billy was going to remove his shorts, at that, all the women clapped.
They all put their thumbs in the waistband of their knickers and Billy did the same.
Ellen Haslett said, “after three, one, two, three.”
They all pulled their knickers down to their ankles, then kicked them off. Billy did the same.
The women gasped. At first Billy thought that they were disappointed, until Margaret Gower exclaimed, “my god, it’s enormous.”
He looked up, all the women were staring at his penis, a look of amazement on their faces. Even his mother, who seemed pleased that her son possessed a larger than average penis.
His eyes darted from her face down to her pubic region. It was his turn to gasp. he never imagined that his mother would have as much pubic hair as what was now on show. It started as a thin line that ran from her belly button and spread-out across her stomach, before disappearing down between her legs.
“Come on Billy, time for you to examine us one by one and make you decision about who’s the best.” It was Ellen Haslett who spoke.
“Okay,” he answered, “but what do I give marks for?”
Firmness of our breasts,” said Dorothy Leonard.
“Texture of our pubic hair,” suggested Margaret Gower.
It was Maddy that surprised everyone, when she said, “the one with the prettiest vagina.” This was strange as she had the least amount of pubic hair, probably because her hair was a similar colour to the hair on her head, he could quite easily make out the shape of her camel toe.
“Yes.” Everyone endorsed this, including his mother.
Billy could hardly believe this was happening, not only was he seeing all these women naked, but he was going to judge the parts of their bodies that had been suggested. “Okay, who’s going first?”
Now this started a bit of an argument. So he spoke again.
“I suggest that we go in order of names.”
The women began working out who’s name came first in the alphabet. Then they argued as to if it should be first name or surname. So Billy said. “I’ll write 1 to 5 on pieces of paper and you take a lucky dip.”
He went to the sideboard, his penis swung side to side as he walked across the room. Somehow he no longer felt embarrassed. He wrote the five numbers down on a pad, then tore it into pieces, folded each piece and picked up a small pot which he put the pieces into. Placing one hand over the opening, he gave it a good shake. Then one by one, he offered the pot for the women to take out a number. Each looked at their chosen number.
“I’ve got number one,” exclaimed Ellen Haslett. She walked over to where Billy stood. “Okay Billy, don’t be nervous, just have a feel of my tits, you can touch my nipples as well if you want to.”
He cupped them with both hands. They were very firm, this was due to her having no c***dren, then as he took hold of each nipple, it hardened to his touch.
He stepped away and wrote something on the notepad. “Number two,” he said.
This was Dorothy Leonard. Her breasts were slightly saggy having had a son. Then he felt the nipples. They went hard straight away and were slightly bigger than Mrs Haslett’s. He wrote his score on the pad.
Maddy Brown held up her number. “Now me,” she giggled and walked over to him. Maddy was not exactly fat, just a bit plump. Her breasts were the largest of all the women, but were extremely firm. He noticed her nipples were already hard before he touched them.
“Thank you Miss Brown,” he said. “No, thank you Billy,” she answered.
Nora stepped forward. “Oh,” Billy uttered.
“It’s alright Billy, don’t forget it’s just a bit of fun.”
His hands shook as he raised them to cup his mother’s breasts. Even though they were quite saggy, they felt wonderful. He spent longer tweaking her nipples, than he had on the other women. He thought about how he had sucked on them when he was a baby.
“Next.” The last one was Margaret Gower. Again not having had any c***dren, her breasts were firm. Her nipples were probably the best and he scored them accordingly.
Ellen Haslett stepped forward again. “Time to give us marks for our pubes,” she said.
“Err, how am I supposed to give marks?” asked Billy.
“Quality and quantity,” she answered.
He didn’t understand.
“You judge on how much we have, then have a feel to see which one feels the nicest.”
Billy looked at his mother, she saw the questioning expression and knew he was wondering if he was supposed to feel between her legs as well.
She approached him again and said, “it’s alright son, I don’t mind if you have a little feel of my fanny, it’s just a bit of fun.”
Ellen Haslett came forward. “Alright Billy, don’t be nervous, you only have to rub your hand on my hair.”
Then as he was about to put his hand onto her pubic hair, she stopped him. “Is something wrong Mrs Haslett?” he asked.
Without answering him, she scooped up her underwear from the floor and turned to Nora. “I think it’s time to call it a day Nora, I didn’t mean for this to go as far as it has.” Then she went into the kitchen and closed the door.
Billy looked at his mother who just shrugged her shoulders in a, “I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” sort of gesture.
As if the change in Ellen’s behaviour was a trigger, one by one the woman started to pick up their clothing and as the kitchen was already occupied, turned their backs on Billy and began to dress.
Unbeknown to everyone, the effects of the mixture of the tablets and the fruit juice was wearing off. Then his mother began to dress as well. Billy felt somewhat exposed as he was now the only one who was naked. He grabbed his shorts and exited the room.
He lay on his bed. Hearing the sound of the women leaving, he wondered if he should go down and find out if his mother was alright. He decided against it, unsure if he would be able to face her after what had happened.
Nora sat in the chair, unsure why things had progressed as far as they had. None of her friends had ever displayed such a brazen side to their characters, especially Maddy Brown, who had always been a shy, almost withdrawn character.
As to her own behaviour. Nora had always been modest around her son, ensuring that he observe her request to knock before entering her bedroom and locking the bathroom door when she bathed. Yet she had allowed him to see her naked, even to fondle her breasts. If Ellen Haslett had not called a halt to the proceedings, she supposed she would have gone along with the other women and allowed Billy to feel between her legs.
Even seeing her son in a state of arousal had not triggered her motherly side. At the time all she saw was a man with a considerably large erect penis. A penis, if Nora was honest with herself, she had wanted to touch, if not, well who knows? Why was it she and her friends had felt like this? Well at least common sense had returned and they could resume a proper mother and son relationship. Or could they?
Nora prepared the evening meal, she called up the stairs to Billy. At first he did not answer. The second time she called him, he merely answered that he wasn’t hungry. About to give up and go back in the living room, she changed her mind and climbed the stairs. Outside his room, Nora thought about what she was going to say to him. It was then that she heard the sound of him crying. Knocking gently, he responded with, “who is it?” This was bizarre, seeing that there was only the two of them in the house.
“It’s me Billy, please may I come in?”
He mumbled, “yes.”
Nora entered his room and saw he was laying on the bed, he still had on his shorts. As if he felt this was to revealing, he pulled the duvet to cover the lower part of his body. Nora approached the bed, she sat on the edge, ensuring that there was a suitable distance between them, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.
“I think we need to talk son, won’t you come down and have something to eat, then we can have a chat, try and clear the air?”
He didn’t answer, so she said, “listen son, I’m as confused as you are. If you’d prefer, you can just eat and we can leave the talk until another time.”
This time he answered her. “Okay mum, can I come down in a minute?”
Nora stood up, “alright Billy, I’ll see you downstairs.”
When he eventually came down, Nora saw he had dressed. Not wanting to draw his attention to the fact she had noticed this, she served up the meal and sat down to eat. The meal was eaten in silence. After they had finished, he helped he as always with the washing up. There was a tense moment, when their hands touched and he nearly dropped the plate he was passing to her to dry.
They returned to the living room and she switched on the television and they settled down to watch a film. When it was time to retire for the night, he kissed her lightly on the cheek as he bade her goodnight.
The following morning, he seemed a little more chatty. As it was a Sunday, they would normally go for a walk to the common to get some fresh air. Today he declined and for a moment, Nora thought he was going to try and discuss the events of the previous day. The phone rang, it was Ellen Haslett, she was calling to ask about the underwear she had picked out. This surprised Nora, who thought that her friends would be reluctant to bother. Even so she was glad as the money from the sale of the clothes she relied on as part of her income.
Billy heard his mother mention Ellen’s name and turned back to reading the Sunday paper. Then he heard his mother say, “okay Ellen, I’ll ask him and get back to you.”
After his mother had replaced the phone in the cradle, he waited to see what it was his mother was going to ask him. It was obviously something to do with Mrs Haslett. Instead of which, Nora went into the other room. Billy returned to the paper. Perhaps it was someone else his mother was going to speak to.
The telephone rang four more times that morning. He guessed it was the rest of his mother’s friends, probably calling about the underwear they had ordered. This caused him to recollect what had happened. He struggled to shake the images from his mind.
It might have been easier if he had to go to school on the Monday morning, but school had broken up for the summer recess. So he had seven weeks of being at home with his mother. Even allowing for the times he went out on his own, that was still a long time, and he knew he would have to speak about that day sooner or later. He decided to make it later.
Nora Bell had started as an agent for a insolvency company. Nora purchased stock at a much reduced rate, then try to get people to buy the goods. Nora would add between 10 and 20%. This way she could make a reasonable profit and her customers would get the items at a bargain price. Being selective, Nora only chose items that she knew she could sell easily. The latest stock came in, it was a collection of women’s underwear. The catalogue had stated that these were more appropriate to women aged between 50 and 70. This suited Nora as she had a large group of friends that fitted that age bracket.
Nora herself was sixty and she decided to invite her closest friends who were nearer her age. Upon opening the boxes, she found that some of the items were a slightly more modern that she had anticipated. So she sorted them into two groups, putting what she thought her friends might prefer on the cloth covered paste table she used to display the merchandise. The rest she stacked in a box which she put in the corner.
The invites went out and the meeting at Nora’s house was for that Saturday evening as one of the women had a phobia about going out in the daytime. Her son Billy, who was sixteen years old, told her, after hearing they would be trying on clothes, that he would stay in his room until the women had left.
There was a common link between all the women, one that none of them were aware of. They had all been prescribed a new d**g by their doctors. It was taken by women who had started their menopause and was supposed to counteract one of the common problems that many older women suffered from. Dryness of the vagina. The pill had been tested and found that the users should avoid alcohol as this caused side effects.
Nora had asked Billy to go to the shops to buy some bottles of cheap fruit juice, this would save her the task of making tea or coffee. All she had to do was make up several jugs of the fruit juice. There was orange, lemon and pomegranate. That should give enough of a choice. Unfortunately, there was also a reaction with the d**g and Citric Acid that had not been discovered. The brand of fruit juice that Billy had purchased had high concentrations of Citric Acid.
Before Billy was allowed to seek the sanctuary of his bedroom, he was assigned the task of opening the door to the women as they arrived, taking their coats and offering them a choice of which fruit juice they wanted.
First to arrive was Ellen Haslet, she was Nora’s closest friend. He greeted her and helped her remove her coat. After he had placed it on one of the hooks of the coat rack, he asked. “Would you prefer orange, lemon or pomegranate juice?”
Ellen thought for a moment, then said, “I’ll try the pomegranate please Billy.”
Next to arrive were Margaret Gower aged sixty one and her friend Dorothy Leonard aged fifty eight. Billy always thought that Mrs Gower was older than she was, this due to the deep lines on her face. Margaret had Lemon, and Dorothy had Orange.
Madeline Brown, or Maddy to her friends was a spinster, she was only fifty. Not so much a close friend of his mothers, but she only lived across the other side of the road, so Nora felt obliged to invite her. When asked what fruit juice she wanted, she answered. “Pomegranate please William.” He hated being called by his full name.
There were two others who phoned at the last minute to say they were unable to come. So Nora told Billy to disappear up to his room. He was relieved to be away from all these old women.
“Now ladies,” warned Nora, “I have to advise you that if you try any of the garments on, then you will have to buy. Naturally, if you buy something and it doesn’t fit, then I will refund your money, as long as you wash it before you return them.”
The woman all agreed to these conditions.”
There didn’t seem a lot of interest in what Nora had to offer. Then Margaret noticed the box in the corner. “What’s in there Nora?” she asked.
“Oh they’re the items I thought weren’t suitable, I suppose it wouldn’t hurt for you to take a look.” Nora thought as the goods she had put on display did not seem to appeal to the women, these might pique their interest.
Nora cleared away what was on display before laying out the other stuff.
Now the fruit juice mixing with the tablets was starting to take effect.
“Ah, now that’s more like it Nora.” Said Margaret as she picked up a matching bra and panty set.
The other women seemed more interested as well.
It was Margaret who said, “let’s have a fashion show. I promise to buy what I try on.” Everyone cheered the idea.
Upstairs, Billy was taking a shower when he heard the sounds of merriment and wondered what was happening. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought that they were having a party with alcohol.
The women were on their third glass of fruit juice and it was this that appeared to be breaking down their normal modest behaviour.
Nora pulled the curtains to ensure that there would be no chance of anyone observing them in a state of undress.
Margaret was already stripped down to her underwear. The set of undies she had chosen were made of an almost transparent material. None of the others took any notice of her nudity when she removed her own underwear and put on the new stuff. The other women stripped as well, even Maddy Brown, who normally would have asked if she could change in another room. The effects of the tablets mixed with the fruit juice was affecting all the women, even Nora, who had also changed into a revealing set of underwear.
All the women stood there looking at each other. “Now what?” asked Ellen.
Maddy put up her hand. “I suppose we could have a beauty competition,” half expecting her idea to be rejected.
“Great idea Maddy,” said Dorothy, “but we need a judge.”
“What about Billy?” suggested Ellen.
The rest of the women started to chant, “we want Billy, we want Billy.”
Upstairs, Billy came out of the bathroom, he didn’t bother to dress, merely putting on a pair of shorts, he stood at the top of the stairs and listened. He couldn’t hear what they were saying with any clarity, he could only make out the sound of his name.
Meanwhile, Nora suggested, “perhaps you should all go into the kitchen, in case you frighten Billy off. I’ll put on my dressing gown and get him to come downstairs. Then we can spring the surprise.”
Nora made them pick up the clothes they had taken off and checked to ensure the room didn’t look too out of place. Then after she had put on her dressing gown, she went out into the hall and called up the stairs.
“Billy, could you come downstairs for a moment?”
As he was standing outside his bedroom, he answered straight away. “What is it mum?”
Nora tried to think of a reason why she wanted him to come downstairs. “The ladies want to ask your advice on something.” She hoped that this would be sufficient reason.
“Okay, but I only have a pair of shorts on mum.”
Nora thought for a moment, her judgment clouded by the effects of the tablets and fruit juice. “Don’t worry dear, I don’t suppose the ladies will mind.”
As Billy started down the stairs, Nora ducked back inside the living room.
He entered the room and saw that it was only occupied by his mother, he was puzzled as to why she was wearing her dressing gown.
“What’s going on mum?” he asked.
“Listen Billy, we were trying on some clothes and it was suggested that we have a fashion show, then someone thought it would be a good idea to have a beauty contest, naturally we needed a judge, so we thought of you.”
He surmised that his mother had put on her dressing gown to hide the dress she was modelling. “So what do I have to do?” he asked.
“Well, the contestants are waiting in the kitchen, if you turn your back, then they can come in and line up. You turn around when I tell you to and consider which one looks the best in what she’s wearing.”
This seemed simple he thought, just look them over and pick one, he would be impartial and not just pick his mother. “Okay mum,” he said as he turned his back to the kitchen door.
Nora went to the kitchen door and opened it. Signalling for the women to come in, she put her finger against her lips to indicate that they should be quiet. When they were all lined up, she took off her dressing gown and assumed a position in the line up.
“Okay Billy, you can turn round now,” his mother said.
Billy turned round. His mouth dropped open when he saw what the women were wearing. His eyes darted from one to the next, first looking at the women’s bras, which due to the transparency of the material, did little to hide their nipples. Then his gaze dropped to their knickers. He swallowed hard, he could see the darkness of their pubic hair. Even his mother’s.
“Well Billy, you have to pick one.” Said Ellen Haslett.
By now, his penis had awoken and was forming a bulge in the front of his shorts. This did not go unnoticed by the women. It was Margaret Gower who said. “I don’t think he can make his mind up. Seeing as he’s topless, perhaps we should be the same?” She then proceeded to undo the clasp on the bra.
Billy stared as the garment dropped away, revealing her breasts. They were firm, due to her never having had any c***dren. Her nipples stuck out hard and erect.
One by one, the rest of the women followed suit, even his mother and he gasped at seeing her breasts for the first time.
The sight of these women, standing there, wearing only see-through knickers seemed to have robbed him of his speech.
Maddy stared at the bulge in Billy’s shorts and she shuddered, not because she was cold, but because she was becoming sexually aroused. Madeline Brown, had never experienced a man, she had never felt any interest before now. The feelings were new to her, but she was aware that she needed relief to the throbbing she felt in her most intimate place.
Dorothy Leonard said, “I suppose the only way we can get him to decide, will be to take our knickers off, but Billy will need to do the same.”
Hearing this brought Billy out of his trance. He looked at his mother, waiting for her to object to Mrs Leonard’s suggestion, she didn’t. so he said “No way,” and was about to turn and leave the room. It was then that his mother spoke. “Come on Billy, it’s just a bit of fun, wouldn’t you like to see all us women naked?”
He realised that his mother intended to remove her knickers as well. In the past, she had constantly told him to make sure to knock before entering her bedroom, on one occasion, he had forgotten and had walked in on her when she was changing. His mother had grabbed her robe and quickly covered herself, even though she was wearing her petticoat, so he wouldn’t have seen much anyway. This had created a situation, where he had wondered what she would look like naked. Now she was telling him she was going to allow him to see her naked.
All he had to do was take off his shorts. The only problem being that he had an erection.
“I can’t,” he declared, “I’ve got a…..” he was about to say, “a hard on.”
His mother approached him and placed her arm around his shoulders. “Listen Billy, like I said, it’s just a bit of fun. No one is going to do anything to you. I bet you’d like to see their hairy pussies wouldn’t you?”
He had never heard his mother use expressions like that. “But they’ll see my, you know?”
“Listen Billy, don’t you want to see my pussy?”
Billy asked her, “they won’t laugh at me will they?”
“Why would they do that son?”
“Because I’m not very big.” He imagined that he was underdeveloped for his age.
“No Billy, most of them have not seen a man’s penis for years, I don’t suppose Maddy has ever seen one, so don’t think they’ll be disappointed and laugh.”
He was caught between a rock and a hard on, the prospect of seeing all those hairy fannies even if the women were in their sixties and of course his own mother, he finally decided. “Okay, I’ll do it then.”
Nora announced that Billy was going to remove his shorts, at that, all the women clapped.
They all put their thumbs in the waistband of their knickers and Billy did the same.
Ellen Haslett said, “after three, one, two, three.”
They all pulled their knickers down to their ankles, then kicked them off. Billy did the same.
The women gasped. At first Billy thought that they were disappointed, until Margaret Gower exclaimed, “my god, it’s enormous.”
He looked up, all the women were staring at his penis, a look of amazement on their faces. Even his mother, who seemed pleased that her son possessed a larger than average penis.
His eyes darted from her face down to her pubic region. It was his turn to gasp. he never imagined that his mother would have as much pubic hair as what was now on show. It started as a thin line that ran from her belly button and spread-out across her stomach, before disappearing down between her legs.
“Come on Billy, time for you to examine us one by one and make you decision about who’s the best.” It was Ellen Haslett who spoke.
“Okay,” he answered, “but what do I give marks for?”
Firmness of our breasts,” said Dorothy Leonard.
“Texture of our pubic hair,” suggested Margaret Gower.
It was Maddy that surprised everyone, when she said, “the one with the prettiest vagina.” This was strange as she had the least amount of pubic hair, probably because her hair was a similar colour to the hair on her head, he could quite easily make out the shape of her camel toe.
“Yes.” Everyone endorsed this, including his mother.
Billy could hardly believe this was happening, not only was he seeing all these women naked, but he was going to judge the parts of their bodies that had been suggested. “Okay, who’s going first?”
Now this started a bit of an argument. So he spoke again.
“I suggest that we go in order of names.”
The women began working out who’s name came first in the alphabet. Then they argued as to if it should be first name or surname. So Billy said. “I’ll write 1 to 5 on pieces of paper and you take a lucky dip.”
He went to the sideboard, his penis swung side to side as he walked across the room. Somehow he no longer felt embarrassed. He wrote the five numbers down on a pad, then tore it into pieces, folded each piece and picked up a small pot which he put the pieces into. Placing one hand over the opening, he gave it a good shake. Then one by one, he offered the pot for the women to take out a number. Each looked at their chosen number.
“I’ve got number one,” exclaimed Ellen Haslett. She walked over to where Billy stood. “Okay Billy, don’t be nervous, just have a feel of my tits, you can touch my nipples as well if you want to.”
He cupped them with both hands. They were very firm, this was due to her having no c***dren, then as he took hold of each nipple, it hardened to his touch.
He stepped away and wrote something on the notepad. “Number two,” he said.
This was Dorothy Leonard. Her breasts were slightly saggy having had a son. Then he felt the nipples. They went hard straight away and were slightly bigger than Mrs Haslett’s. He wrote his score on the pad.
Maddy Brown held up her number. “Now me,” she giggled and walked over to him. Maddy was not exactly fat, just a bit plump. Her breasts were the largest of all the women, but were extremely firm. He noticed her nipples were already hard before he touched them.
“Thank you Miss Brown,” he said. “No, thank you Billy,” she answered.
Nora stepped forward. “Oh,” Billy uttered.
“It’s alright Billy, don’t forget it’s just a bit of fun.”
His hands shook as he raised them to cup his mother’s breasts. Even though they were quite saggy, they felt wonderful. He spent longer tweaking her nipples, than he had on the other women. He thought about how he had sucked on them when he was a baby.
“Next.” The last one was Margaret Gower. Again not having had any c***dren, her breasts were firm. Her nipples were probably the best and he scored them accordingly.
Ellen Haslett stepped forward again. “Time to give us marks for our pubes,” she said.
“Err, how am I supposed to give marks?” asked Billy.
“Quality and quantity,” she answered.
He didn’t understand.
“You judge on how much we have, then have a feel to see which one feels the nicest.”
Billy looked at his mother, she saw the questioning expression and knew he was wondering if he was supposed to feel between her legs as well.
She approached him again and said, “it’s alright son, I don’t mind if you have a little feel of my fanny, it’s just a bit of fun.”
Ellen Haslett came forward. “Alright Billy, don’t be nervous, you only have to rub your hand on my hair.”
Then as he was about to put his hand onto her pubic hair, she stopped him. “Is something wrong Mrs Haslett?” he asked.
Without answering him, she scooped up her underwear from the floor and turned to Nora. “I think it’s time to call it a day Nora, I didn’t mean for this to go as far as it has.” Then she went into the kitchen and closed the door.
Billy looked at his mother who just shrugged her shoulders in a, “I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” sort of gesture.
As if the change in Ellen’s behaviour was a trigger, one by one the woman started to pick up their clothing and as the kitchen was already occupied, turned their backs on Billy and began to dress.
Unbeknown to everyone, the effects of the mixture of the tablets and the fruit juice was wearing off. Then his mother began to dress as well. Billy felt somewhat exposed as he was now the only one who was naked. He grabbed his shorts and exited the room.
He lay on his bed. Hearing the sound of the women leaving, he wondered if he should go down and find out if his mother was alright. He decided against it, unsure if he would be able to face her after what had happened.
Nora sat in the chair, unsure why things had progressed as far as they had. None of her friends had ever displayed such a brazen side to their characters, especially Maddy Brown, who had always been a shy, almost withdrawn character.
As to her own behaviour. Nora had always been modest around her son, ensuring that he observe her request to knock before entering her bedroom and locking the bathroom door when she bathed. Yet she had allowed him to see her naked, even to fondle her breasts. If Ellen Haslett had not called a halt to the proceedings, she supposed she would have gone along with the other women and allowed Billy to feel between her legs.
Even seeing her son in a state of arousal had not triggered her motherly side. At the time all she saw was a man with a considerably large erect penis. A penis, if Nora was honest with herself, she had wanted to touch, if not, well who knows? Why was it she and her friends had felt like this? Well at least common sense had returned and they could resume a proper mother and son relationship. Or could they?
Nora prepared the evening meal, she called up the stairs to Billy. At first he did not answer. The second time she called him, he merely answered that he wasn’t hungry. About to give up and go back in the living room, she changed her mind and climbed the stairs. Outside his room, Nora thought about what she was going to say to him. It was then that she heard the sound of him crying. Knocking gently, he responded with, “who is it?” This was bizarre, seeing that there was only the two of them in the house.
“It’s me Billy, please may I come in?”
He mumbled, “yes.”
Nora entered his room and saw he was laying on the bed, he still had on his shorts. As if he felt this was to revealing, he pulled the duvet to cover the lower part of his body. Nora approached the bed, she sat on the edge, ensuring that there was a suitable distance between them, not wanting him to feel uncomfortable.
“I think we need to talk son, won’t you come down and have something to eat, then we can have a chat, try and clear the air?”
He didn’t answer, so she said, “listen son, I’m as confused as you are. If you’d prefer, you can just eat and we can leave the talk until another time.”
This time he answered her. “Okay mum, can I come down in a minute?”
Nora stood up, “alright Billy, I’ll see you downstairs.”
When he eventually came down, Nora saw he had dressed. Not wanting to draw his attention to the fact she had noticed this, she served up the meal and sat down to eat. The meal was eaten in silence. After they had finished, he helped he as always with the washing up. There was a tense moment, when their hands touched and he nearly dropped the plate he was passing to her to dry.
They returned to the living room and she switched on the television and they settled down to watch a film. When it was time to retire for the night, he kissed her lightly on the cheek as he bade her goodnight.
The following morning, he seemed a little more chatty. As it was a Sunday, they would normally go for a walk to the common to get some fresh air. Today he declined and for a moment, Nora thought he was going to try and discuss the events of the previous day. The phone rang, it was Ellen Haslett, she was calling to ask about the underwear she had picked out. This surprised Nora, who thought that her friends would be reluctant to bother. Even so she was glad as the money from the sale of the clothes she relied on as part of her income.
Billy heard his mother mention Ellen’s name and turned back to reading the Sunday paper. Then he heard his mother say, “okay Ellen, I’ll ask him and get back to you.”
After his mother had replaced the phone in the cradle, he waited to see what it was his mother was going to ask him. It was obviously something to do with Mrs Haslett. Instead of which, Nora went into the other room. Billy returned to the paper. Perhaps it was someone else his mother was going to speak to.
The telephone rang four more times that morning. He guessed it was the rest of his mother’s friends, probably calling about the underwear they had ordered. This caused him to recollect what had happened. He struggled to shake the images from his mind.
It might have been easier if he had to go to school on the Monday morning, but school had broken up for the summer recess. So he had seven weeks of being at home with his mother. Even allowing for the times he went out on his own, that was still a long time, and he knew he would have to speak about that day sooner or later. He decided to make it later.
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