To put it lightly. But, uhh... Look

To put it lightly. But, uhh... Look, I've known her a long time," she told me, pushing my boobs back into my bra, "and I'm here to guarantee you that she'll always treat you like gold. I can see how you feel about her too, but you'd better make it good and clear to your boy- ex-boyfriend- that it's over. She wasn't kidding about her getting rid of him if he gives you a problem. I don't mean to scare you or anything because she'd never, ever hurt you in any way, but she's what you might call... an enforcer."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean," she further explained, grabbing my thong and pulling it up my legs as I closed them for her, "that if somebody's being a pain in the ass, she's one of the people who may be sent to pay them a visit."

"Ohhh," I solemnly said, nodding as I started to get not only what she was saying, but a lot of things about the people I'd met at Wheeling Auto Service.

"Again, I don't want to worry you," she assured as I lifted my tush so she could pull my thong the rest of the way up, "and it's really not my place to say too much about this stuff, but make sure your ex-boyfriend gets the message loud and clear from you. She may share you from time to time, mostly with women, but if anyone, especially a man, ever lays a hand on you in the wrong way without her permission and she finds out about it, it'll be the last fuckin thing he ever uses that hand for."

I nodded again as she started pulling my capris up. Mostly recovered from the best orgasm of my life, my eyes were now wide with the incredible information that had just been imparted and all that it implied. It only made me feel more important, more valued and special to my new and very sudden lover. I stood, processing it all as she pulled them up to my hips.

"We're a big, happy, lucrative family," she summed up, adding, "We take care of each other and we're not to be fucked with."

"Um, does Mom know about...?" I trailed off.

"No. I mean, I'm sure she has her suspicions because, while nobody's actually come out and said anything to her like I just did to you, neither is anybody really trying to hide anything from her, and it's not like she's stupid. If she was, Dave wouldn't want her as his receptionist."

At the moment, my mother was standing by her car, speaking to both Gigi and Dick with a big smile and some colour in her cheeks. Wiping her hands on a rag, one couldn't help but notice how she hadn't bothered to pull the back of her skirt down again. I briefly wondered how she'd feel about my moving out to go live with my new lesbian lover.

"Oh my fuck," Carrie chuckled.

I looked to see her regarding my midsection. Looking myself, I found the rolled top of my capris had rolled down even further. They were now low enough to show the very top of my thong.

"Oh..." I commented, giggling afterward.

She tried to roll them up again, but the stubborn material only rolled back down the second she let it go.

"Sorry," she offered with a smile that clearly said she really wasn't. "I guess we ruined your leggings."

"Dawn will love it, though," I noted, getting horny again at the thought of that.

"No question," she agreed with a devilish grin. "Let's go on out and show the guys."

"But, shouldn't we wait for Dawn?" I asked.

"Nah, we'll meet her out there."

"But- but what about my mom?" I fretted, looking down at myself again.

"I don't think she's in any position to judge, Darin."

Looking out the window, I saw she was right. Being turned towards us at that point, I could see how the front of her skirt had risen some distance with the back, but Gigi was hiking it further while she watched with that excited/desperate smile. Dick was wiping his hands with a hungry leer as he watched the front of Mom's panties come into view, though the front panel, unlike the back, consisted of a solid white material like the crotch.

Dave, also wiping his hands, was coming around the front of the car, saying something with a grin that matched that of the other two men. Mom looked back at him and laughed, colour in her cheeks now as she glanced at the window I knew she could no longer see through. Her expression was again one of concern, but of a different kind and mixed with that excited, tolerant smile. Anyone could tell she was enjoying the attention in spite of her sensibilities and I couldn't blame her one little bit.

"Come on, let's show them your new look," she urged, taking my hand and leading me to the door.

We walked out to the floor at the same time Dawn was approaching from the back of the shop. She gave me a warm and hungry smile that spoke of the same excitement over me that I was feeling about her. But it was Mom's expression that really held my attention. Looking me up and down, her jaw had sagged a little once again, her eyes conveying something I couldn't quite identify.

With no circumstantially appropriate greeting, I could only smile nervously and stupidly say, "Hi, Mom."

She shook her head slightly, looking me up and down again and, when she replied, I could then identify the expression in her eyes. It was regret, though still with the slightest smile of tolerance, this time for me instead of the actions of the three men standing around her.

"Couldn't just get out at the mall, could you? Always so damned impossible."

Despite that hint at tolerance, I looked down, a little embarrassed that she'd treated me like a kid in front of everyone, but also put in my place insofar as I really hadn't known what all I'd be getting myself into when I pulled that little stunt at The Pen Centre. Luckily, Dawn saved the situation as she stepped to my side, Carrie already at my left.

"Well, I'm sure glad she didn't," the sexy brunette reported with a smile.

With that, she put her hand on the side of my neck and kissed my mouth, a deep passionate kiss that ended in a little "smack". I giggled almost deliriously, this being the effect she had on me, before looking at Mom again. She was stunned, despite what she'd seen through the plate glass earlier. The guys liked it, but there was also a sense of loss on their faces, especially Dave's.

"Darin..." Mom managed, "I didn't know you liked..."

Somewhat uncomfortably, I replied, "Well... neither did I."

"Don't worry," Dawn assured while openly checking out Mom's bust line, "I'll take very good care of your daughter." Then checking out her southern regions, she added, "You've got a fabulous body, Vanessa."

Carrie had now stepped forward, adding, "Nice taste in clothes, too."

"Thank you," Mom said to both women, smiling with fresh colour rising in her cheeks, probably over Dawn's suggestive compliment, but maybe also with worry concerning her skirt being hiked to her waist in front of Dick with his wife right there.

She needn't have worried about that. Without any preamble, Carrie began unbuttoning Mom's blouse from the top while Mom could only stare down at what the blonde's hands were up to with an aghast smile, no longer so concerned about me. Meanwhile, I was still horny and this was turning me on all the more. I moved forward to join the group as Carrie was spreading Mom's opened blouse under and around what definitely was not a granny bra.

It was crisp white lace and the cups were a bit low for what they were packing, so much so that about a quarter inch of large areola were peeking out above them. The thin shoulder straps connected to them from almost under her arms. The strap that ran across her back was see through and, most incredibly, the cups were translucent enough so that we could all make out the portion of her large, dark areolas that was behind them and their erected nipples fairly easily. Needless to say, everyone was ogling her fantastic goods.

Looking at me, Dawn suggested, "Take off your shirt and bra so the guys can see your nice tits."

"Fuck, you like to stick it in our faces, don't you, Dawn?" Dick complained good naturedly.

"Yup," she grinned.

My heart again hammering in my chest, I briefly hesitated while Mom and I looked each other in the eye for an odd moment, but then obediently removed what was left of my top by slowly tearing it open. The guys practically drooled, chuckling their approval as the tattered remnant fell to the floor. Then, with a naughty little giggle that belied my forbidden enjoyment of this show, I reached behind my back, popping my bra's clasp. A few seconds later I stood before the group completely topless, my boobs totally exposed for everyone to see. I made no attempt to cover them with my arms or anything as the guys whistled and cheered their approval of them. My nipples were so hard they almost ached.

So were Dawn's. I could see them straining against her top as she beamed her approval at me. After only a second's thought, I reached out and hooked my finger in the top of her halter, dragging it down a little, slowly enough so that she could have stopped me. But she didn't and a moment later there was more whistling and cheering when her top only covered her firm belly.

She regarded me with adoration as I smilingly inspected her perky, large Cs. A few seconds later, our boobs were pressed together as we shared another passionate kiss. I'd fallen in love and the speed and intensity of this event was dizzying.

We finished in time to watch Dick removing Carrie's top. She wasn't wearing a bra and he began tweaking her already hard nipples while she giggled like I might. Her hand lowered the zipper of his coveralls all the way and disappeared inside them. He jerked a little, the sudden movement implying what she'd found down there, and I wondered if he was even wearing anything beneath the one piece work garment.

Mom was lost at this point. Anyone could tell she was turned on, but I don't think her long, past life of decency allowed her any knowledge of how to act in this situation, or what to do next. Her eyes kept glancing at me and Dawn, our naked chests with a sort of disbelief, then at Carrie's activities in Dick's coveralls until

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Để đặt nó nhẹ. Tuy nhiên, uhh... Nghe này, tôi đã biết đến cô ấy một thời gian dài,"cô ấy nói với tôi, đẩy boobs của tôi trở lại vào ngực của tôi," và tôi đang ở đây để đảm bảo với bạn rằng cô sẽ luôn luôn coi bạn như vàng. Tôi có thể xem như thế nào bạn cảm thấy về cô ấy quá, nhưng bạn sẽ tốt hơn làm cho nó tốt và rõ ràng của bạn cậu bé-ex-bạn trai-là nó là hơn. Cô không đùa về cô thoát của ông nếu ông cung cấp cho bạn một vấn đề. Tôi không có nghĩa là để scare bạn hoặc bất cứ điều gì bởi vì nó sẽ không bao giờ, bao giờ làm tổn thương bạn trong bất kỳ cách nào, nhưng nó là những gì bạn có thể gọi... một enforcer.""Bạn làm là gì?""Tôi có nghĩa là," cô tiếp tục giải thích, grabbing thong của tôi và kéo nó lên đôi chân của tôi khi tôi đóng cửa cho cô ấy, "rằng nếu ai đó đang là một cơn đau ở ass, cô là một trong những người có thể được gửi để trả tiền cho họ một chuyến viếng thăm.""oh," tôi đã long trọng nói, gật đầu khi tôi bắt đầu để có được không chỉ những gì cô đã nói, nhưng rất nhiều điều về những người tôi đã gặp tại Wheeling tự động dịch vụ."Một lần nữa, tôi không muốn phải lo lắng bạn," cô đảm bảo như tôi dỡ bỏ tush của tôi vì vậy cô có thể kéo của tôi thong phần còn lại của quá trình, "và nó thực sự không phải là vị trí của tôi để nói quá nhiều về công cụ này, nhưng chắc chắn rằng bạn trai cũ của bạn được tin nhắn to và rõ ràng từ bạn. Cô có thể chia sẻ bạn theo thời gian, chủ yếu là với phụ nữ, nhưng nếu bất cứ ai, đặc biệt là một người đàn ông, bao giờ đẻ một bàn tay bạn trong cách sai trái mà không có sự cho phép của mình và cô ấy phát hiện ra về nó, nó sẽ là fuckin điều cuối cùng ông bao giờ sử dụng rằng bàn tay cho."I nodded again as she started pulling my capris up. Mostly recovered from the best orgasm of my life, my eyes were now wide with the incredible information that had just been imparted and all that it implied. It only made me feel more important, more valued and special to my new and very sudden lover. I stood, processing it all as she pulled them up to my hips."We're a big, happy, lucrative family," she summed up, adding, "We take care of each other and we're not to be fucked with.""Um, does Mom know about...?" I trailed off."No. I mean, I'm sure she has her suspicions because, while nobody's actually come out and said anything to her like I just did to you, neither is anybody really trying to hide anything from her, and it's not like she's stupid. If she was, Dave wouldn't want her as his receptionist."At the moment, my mother was standing by her car, speaking to both Gigi and Dick with a big smile and some colour in her cheeks. Wiping her hands on a rag, one couldn't help but notice how she hadn't bothered to pull the back of her skirt down again. I briefly wondered how she'd feel about my moving out to go live with my new lesbian lover."Oh my fuck," Carrie chuckled.I looked to see her regarding my midsection. Looking myself, I found the rolled top of my capris had rolled down even further. They were now low enough to show the very top of my thong."Oh..." I commented, giggling afterward.She tried to roll them up again, but the stubborn material only rolled back down the second she let it go."Sorry," she offered with a smile that clearly said she really wasn't. "I guess we ruined your leggings.""Dawn will love it, though," I noted, getting horny again at the thought of that."No question," she agreed with a devilish grin. "Let's go on out and show the guys.""But, shouldn't we wait for Dawn?" I asked."Nah, we'll meet her out there.""But- but what about my mom?" I fretted, looking down at myself again."I don't think she's in any position to judge, Darin."Looking out the window, I saw she was right. Being turned towards us at that point, I could see how the front of her skirt had risen some distance with the back, but Gigi was hiking it further while she watched with that excited/desperate smile. Dick was wiping his hands with a hungry leer as he watched the front of Mom's panties come into view, though the front panel, unlike the back, consisted of a solid white material like the crotch.Dave, also wiping his hands, was coming around the front of the car, saying something with a grin that matched that of the other two men. Mom looked back at him and laughed, colour in her cheeks now as she glanced at the window I knew she could no longer see through. Her expression was again one of concern, but of a different kind and mixed with that excited, tolerant smile. Anyone could tell she was enjoying the attention in spite of her sensibilities and I couldn't blame her one little bit."Come on, let's show them your new look," she urged, taking my hand and leading me to the door.We walked out to the floor at the same time Dawn was approaching from the back of the shop. She gave me a warm and hungry smile that spoke of the same excitement over me that I was feeling about her. But it was Mom's expression that really held my attention. Looking me up and down, her jaw had sagged a little once again, her eyes conveying something I couldn't quite identify.With no circumstantially appropriate greeting, I could only smile nervously and stupidly say, "Hi, Mom."She shook her head slightly, looking me up and down again and, when she replied, I could then identify the expression in her eyes. It was regret, though still with the slightest smile of tolerance, this time for me instead of the actions of the three men standing around her."Couldn't just get out at the mall, could you? Always so damned impossible."Despite that hint at tolerance, I looked down, a little embarrassed that she'd treated me like a kid in front of everyone, but also put in my place insofar as I really hadn't known what all I'd be getting myself into when I pulled that little stunt at The Pen Centre. Luckily, Dawn saved the situation as she stepped to my side, Carrie already at my left."Well, I'm sure glad she didn't," the sexy brunette reported with a smile.With that, she put her hand on the side of my neck and kissed my mouth, a deep passionate kiss that ended in a little "smack". I giggled almost deliriously, this being the effect she had on me, before looking at Mom again. She was stunned, despite what she'd seen through the plate glass earlier. The guys liked it, but there was also a sense of loss on their faces, especially Dave's."Darin..." Mom managed, "I didn't know you liked..."Somewhat uncomfortably, I replied, "Well... neither did I.""Don't worry," Dawn assured while openly checking out Mom's bust line, "I'll take very good care of your daughter." Then checking out her southern regions, she added, "You've got a fabulous body, Vanessa."Carrie had now stepped forward, adding, "Nice taste in clothes, too.""Thank you," Mom said to both women, smiling with fresh colour rising in her cheeks, probably over Dawn's suggestive compliment, but maybe also with worry concerning her skirt being hiked to her waist in front of Dick with his wife right there.She needn't have worried about that. Without any preamble, Carrie began unbuttoning Mom's blouse from the top while Mom could only stare down at what the blonde's hands were up to with an aghast smile, no longer so concerned about me. Meanwhile, I was still horny and this was turning me on all the more. I moved forward to join the group as Carrie was spreading Mom's opened blouse under and around what definitely was not a granny bra.
It was crisp white lace and the cups were a bit low for what they were packing, so much so that about a quarter inch of large areola were peeking out above them. The thin shoulder straps connected to them from almost under her arms. The strap that ran across her back was see through and, most incredibly, the cups were translucent enough so that we could all make out the portion of her large, dark areolas that was behind them and their erected nipples fairly easily. Needless to say, everyone was ogling her fantastic goods.

Looking at me, Dawn suggested, "Take off your shirt and bra so the guys can see your nice tits."

"Fuck, you like to stick it in our faces, don't you, Dawn?" Dick complained good naturedly.

"Yup," she grinned.

My heart again hammering in my chest, I briefly hesitated while Mom and I looked each other in the eye for an odd moment, but then obediently removed what was left of my top by slowly tearing it open. The guys practically drooled, chuckling their approval as the tattered remnant fell to the floor. Then, with a naughty little giggle that belied my forbidden enjoyment of this show, I reached behind my back, popping my bra's clasp. A few seconds later I stood before the group completely topless, my boobs totally exposed for everyone to see. I made no attempt to cover them with my arms or anything as the guys whistled and cheered their approval of them. My nipples were so hard they almost ached.

So were Dawn's. I could see them straining against her top as she beamed her approval at me. After only a second's thought, I reached out and hooked my finger in the top of her halter, dragging it down a little, slowly enough so that she could have stopped me. But she didn't and a moment later there was more whistling and cheering when her top only covered her firm belly.

She regarded me with adoration as I smilingly inspected her perky, large Cs. A few seconds later, our boobs were pressed together as we shared another passionate kiss. I'd fallen in love and the speed and intensity of this event was dizzying.

We finished in time to watch Dick removing Carrie's top. She wasn't wearing a bra and he began tweaking her already hard nipples while she giggled like I might. Her hand lowered the zipper of his coveralls all the way and disappeared inside them. He jerked a little, the sudden movement implying what she'd found down there, and I wondered if he was even wearing anything beneath the one piece work garment.

Mom was lost at this point. Anyone could tell she was turned on, but I don't think her long, past life of decency allowed her any knowledge of how to act in this situation, or what to do next. Her eyes kept glancing at me and Dawn, our naked chests with a sort of disbelief, then at Carrie's activities in Dick's coveralls until