Chapter 2

Where to first?” Gwen asked.

“Oh honey, are you letting me decide?” Nicole cackled.

“Well sure... since you'll be paying for it!” Her stepdaughter returned the laugh.

Meanwhile Harry couldn't help but stare at the MILF's sumptuous ass. How glorious it appeared... tucked away in those tight jeans that Nicole wore. And these weren't your standard mom jeans – oh lord, no! They were some piping hot, show off all you got pants! And show they were.

Every curve, every contour, every seductive line and motherly mound. Her plump rump, right there for the taking. The way it extended out from her body like a little shelf, grr! Harry was beside himself with lust. He already felt the grimacing of his cock, wanting to so badly spring to attention, yet his mind doing everything in its power to control the beast! The young virgin felt his manhood throb and pulsate, aching harder than he'd ever felt before.

And all he had to do was divert his eyes, if even for a moment... and after a few moments more, he did try this strategy. But it too was met with abject failure! For right there, where his eyes did wander to the very lovely derriere of Nicole's own stepdaughter, his girlfriend Gwen! She was packing a fantastic booty herself. The two women pretending to stand there so innocently... looking at the clothes and making idle jokes. Harry knew better! They were intentionally teasing him. Their two asses, so pert and tempting. The fanciful lad imagined watching Nicole strip down her jeans, exposing a beautiful butt... as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin.

These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate reality with fiction. And that is precisely why his right hand did all the pleasuring at night, as he thought of the two women pleasing his miraculously hard shaft.

But then again... staring at the girls here, right in the store, he couldn't help but grow farther into fantasy. The way they flitted about, pulling articles of clothing from this rack and that rack, then holding it to their taut figures... allowing the material to press tightly against those enticing tits or hugging the voltupuous curves of the older MILF.

Gwen, while possessing a very sexual body, was nowhere near as mature or developed as her stepmother. The younger girl still harbored that youthful, thin figure. Not yet fully grown. Still entirely erotic and fuckworthy... but nothing close to the cougar's shape. A woman who has had time to age and thicken. Those heavenly, juicy thighs of the MILF! My god! Her hourglass figure and that other-wordly booty! It was the kind of physique a young girl could never hope to attain. This perfection was reserved for the older women – and Harry knew it. He stared on, looking back and forth at the women. First at one and then at the other, comparing and noting the differences between them. Impressively thick... super sexy petite... big, wide hips... smaller, shapely waist...

He could never decide which to pick first. It was always a coin toss. And the way his mouth began to water – as that hardening cock prodded the interior of his boxers. Harry was approaching the red zone dangerously fast.

“Typical man!” Gwen shouted, rolling her eyes at the boyfriend. “He doesn't even care one bit, mom.”

“Oh, I don't know honey...” Nicole brought a finger to her lips. “I'd say young Harry there is checking out the goods... aren't you Harry?”

“Huh!? What?!” He sputtered.

And here he saw the mature mother lick her lips, rather seductively he thought. Coupled with the way her tits were showing in that top, wooo! The big milf jugs... cleavage galore! And at once Harry's mind was filled with wanton thoughts of sliding his dick up and down between her breasts, as his precum leaked out and slickened down the skin. Providing a smooth, effortless surface.

“Uhh... see something good, Harry?” His girlfriend inquired, raising an eyebrow in contempt.

His laser-like focus had apparently been slightly too obvious... but how could he resist such a pair of tits as those? It was impossible!

“Hey Harry, why don't you try these on?” Nicole inquired, holding a pair of shorts into the air. They were decently styled, but nothing overly impressive.

However, given his current plight... the smart lad quickly agreed to the suggestion, and he retrieved them from the MILF right away – running off to the nearest dressing room, eager to jerk off behind closed doors and gain back some sense of actual thought!

“I'll be curious to see how it fits...” Nicole winked.