Holiday with MumChapter 15
It was hardly the time nor the place for eroticism but sitting between my mother and my aunt, two of the most highly sexed women any man could wish to meet was turning me on far more than I would have ever imagined. Their perfume filled my nostrils, arousing me, a thigh pressed against each of mine, the gentle pressure of two hardly noticeable suspender buttons reminded me of what they were wearing beneath their black suits. I'd watched them dressing in their tight black corsets, flimsy...