Hello Mr Townshend, continued
“Hello, Mister Townshend.”
“Hello Richard, how lovely that you could come, and how lovey that your mother could bring you all this way! ”
To my mother: “I’ve been looking forward to seeing you again as well! You look particularly lovely today! I was expecting you to dress up!”
(And she had. We had to drive two hours to get here, and she’d been in jeans and a T-shirt when we left. However, on the way she said she wanted to get changed because Mister Townshend lived in a nice house and she didn’t want to look like a suburban housewife in case he had other guests, so we stopped at a resthouse about 20 minutes outside town. She took a large shopping bag with her to change and came back with a glossy handbag and fully made up and bejeweled in a one-piece dress and high heels. I would have killed for that outfit.)
Mother; “Oh, it was no trouble. He’s been wanting to come for so long now…and I’m so glad to be here as well. I’m so happy that you two are getting along!”
Mister Townshend, smiling: “Well, we really seem to connect when I was with you, and I’m sure we can build on it over the summer. I’ve already thought of all sorts of things we can do together. We’re going to have a great time, aren’t we Richard?”
“Yes, Mister Townshend.”
Rewind
After Mr. Townshend left, I realized that I’d actually enjoyed being his bitch. I’d liked being a girl for him and being told what to do, so I’d started to send him vids of me jerking off in my mother’s clothes and underwear. I’d also bought a couple of wigs, and after a bit of makeup practice I was looking like a passable girl. Summer holidays were coming up, and he suggested that I come stay with him for the two months. He said he’d talk to my mother and make it sound like I would benefit from having a man around (oh so true). He was sure he could persuade her, and so was I because she’d mentioned that he was quite wealthy and that it might be good for us both to be nice to him. And persuade her he did. He said he’d sort out clothes and underwear and shoes for me, so I texted my sizes, and a couple of weeks later we were in the car and on the road.
Fast-forward
“Come in, come in.”
The house was gorgeous, and we did the tour. It was two-floor. Upstairs was bedrooms, and downstairs was living, dining, kitchen, and a couple of other rooms.
Mother: “My, all this just for you!”
Mr. Townshend: “Well, it does get lonely…and that’s why it’ll be so good to have your Richard here with me for two months. Who knows, I might even keep him longer!”
Mother: “I do hope he won’t be a bother…and you know I really am so grateful.”
Mr. Townshend: “Ah, that reminds me, you haven’t seen the study yet.”
He opened the door into the study, which contained several bookshelves, a large desk, and a small sofa with two chairs around a low table. It also had windows to the floor that gave access to a paved area with a pool, where two young guys were leaning on the edge looking toward us.
Mr. Townshend waves: “That’s them. I told them about you and they said they’d really like to meet you.”
Mother waves too: “You were right. They do look like nice young boys.” And she goes outside.
Mr. Townshend: “Richard, why don’t you and I go and look around a bit more and get used to the place.”
He saw my puzzled look.
“Those boys are the sons of some friends. I talked to your mother about them, and she said she’d like to meet them.”
And he slides his hand onto my buttocks.
“I’ve missed you, my cutie. Have you missed me?”
“Yes, but…”
“Richard, there’s a lot about your mother you don’t know. Maybe we should clear some of this up right now.”
He takes my hand and leads me to the right of the door and around to a small window from where we can look out on the patio.
Mother is standing at the edge of the pool talking to the two boys. We can’t hear anything, but we can see everything.
One boy says something, mother leans over and looks into the water, and they all laugh. Mother walks to a deckchair and the two boys swim to the ladder. She lets her dress off her shoulders and lays it on the deckchair. Underneath she’s wearing a black bra with a garter belt and sheer stockings, and as she turns around I can see she’s in a black T-back as well. She pirouettes in her heels and spreads her arms as the boys get out of the pool. Both are naked and both have hard-ons. Mother undoes her bra and lets it fall. She fondles hear breasts slowly and then steps out of her T-back. The boys are standing near the pool stroking. She takes a cushion from the deckchair, places it in front of them, and starts to suck one cock and stroke the other, back and forth. She keeps doing this until the boys pull her to her feet and lead her to a second deckchair. The make her kneel with her face to the back of the chair and her butt in the air and one fucks her from behind while the other fucks her mouth. The guy fucking her from behind comes, withdraws, and swaps with the other guy. He soon comes as well. I get a raging hard-on imagining me in her place. Mother gets up, smiles at them, says something that makes them laugh, and gets a towel to wipe herself down. She fetches her handbag to redo her makeup and lips, and after she fixes her hair she joins the boys and they walk hand in hand around the pool and into the trees at the back of the property.
Mr. Townshend touches my groin: “Oh Richard, you’re hard, aren’t you? Do you like the boys? They’re twins, just turned 18 like you. Your mother agreed to be their birthday present.”
“Why?”
“Well, she’s struggling as a single parent, and I said I could help with your college fees if you decided to go, but in return for two things. What you just saw is part of the first. She’s happy to do it. She has a thing for young men, and as you can see, I mean more than one at the same time. But you’d better not let on that you know.”
(Hmmm…that explains all the sexy underwear.)
“The second is that she accepts our relationship.”
“You told her?”
“Well, she knew you were gay, so she wasn’t surprised, and when I told her about your crossdressing she thought you’d look lovely as a girl.”
Geez, what had I missed? All that subterfuge for nothing….
“She suspected that we were up to something when I was staying with you but decided to play dumb, and now she knows for sure she’s happy that you’re with an older man like me.”
(Holy shit. Sorry mum, I really didn’t have you figured out at all.)
“Now, I think she’s going to be busy in the cabana down the back a little while longer, so why don’t we go upstairs and have some fun.”
It was a shock seeing my mother being fucked by two young cocks, but it was also a turn-on as I could see myself in her place, and somehow I didn’t mind because I was glad she was happy. I wouldn’t tell her I knew, but a switch had flicked inside me and I felt calm and relaxed and ready to just let go completely and be me.
I squeezed Mr. Townshend’s cock, kissed him, and pulled him toward the stairs.
“Why don’t you look in your room first and see what I’ve bought for you. Put on something sexy, and a little perfume and makeup.”
I didn’t need asking. After rummaging though what was a real treasure trove of sexy stuff, I settled on a pair of white crotchless panties, some tight denim shorts, a pale pink sleeveless top, and a pair of short white Western boots. I added a blond bob wig and applied some mascara (quite a bit, actually), eye shadow and sparkle. To finish I glossed my lips and sprayed on the perfume Mr. Townshend had bought.
When I got to Mr. Townshend’s bedroom he was naked and hard.
“Oh, you do look so gorgeous! Come over here, my sweet, and don’t shut the door.”
I did as I was told. He kissed me roughly and ran his hands all over me. My shorts were off in an instant and I was sliding my crack up and down his cock as my lips played with his right ear. I eased my way down his body, licking everywhere as I went, until I reached his balls. I took one in my mouth, then the other, and then started rolling my tongue around the bottom of his shaft. I felt him shudder, so I moved the tip of my tongue up the back of his shaft and circled his helmet with it. He groaned, so I took him in my mouth and was about to start working on the full length of his shlong. “No! sit on it!”, he whispered, and I felt a real rush as I lowered myself onto his cock and pushed down until it was all the way in. I started to work up and down, my left hand on his thigh and my right hand stroking my own cock. We were both moaning now, and before long I felt Mr. Townshend’s cum inside me. I came at almost the same time, and I kept riding him until he started to soften. Then we kissed deeply.
Mr. Townshend: “This going to be your bedroom from now on, and I think we need a girl’s name for you as well. How about….Paige?”
“Mmmmm, I love it!”
“Well Paige, why don’t you pull your little shorts on and we’ll see what mummy’s been up to?”
I was totally at ease with everything that was happening and ready for anything. I wiped myself down, ran back to my room to quickly redo my lips, and skipped back to our bedroom. Mr. Townshend was tying off the belt to a sort of short kimono, and I reached under it for his cock. He started to harden, but he took my hand away.
“Plenty of time for that, Paige. Time to play mummy hunters instead!”
He took my hand and we walked down the hall toward the top of the stairs. The study door opened and the two boys came out, fully dressed.
Mr. Townshend: “Hello boys!”
They look up and see us.
Mr. Townshend: “Boys, this is my special friend Paige.”
They look at me holding Mr. Townshend’s hand and smile a greeting.
“Did you both have a good time?”
“Yessir, thank you!”
“Happy?”
“Very!”
“Where are the rest of you?”
“We were all in the cabana together, but the others are in the study now.”
They say goodbye and go out the front door.
Mr. Townshend: Paige dear, the twins belong a sort of volleyball team. Nothing serious...they’re none of them tall and they really just fool around, but they do everything together…and today that includes your mother. The other four boys were waiting in the trees behind the pool. There’s a small area with a cabana that you can’t really see, and it’s an ideal place for…well, you know. I’ve spoken with your mother and talked to them and they know what they can and can’t do. She knows what she has to do as well.”
Ah, that’s where she’d walked off to.
“And they’re in the study now?”.
“We don’t have to look if you don’t want to…”
“No, I do, I do.”
I was getting horny imagining how four guys would use me, and I really, really wanted to see.
“A few years ago I had a little two-way mirror put in so I could video the more daring of my “adventures”, shall we say. It’s behind that curtain you can see down there on the left. It looks in between two bookcases and you can see the whole seating area. Are you sure?”
“I want to see it.”
We walk down the stairs to the curtain, and Mr. Townshend opens it.
We see the small sofa with two chairs around a low table. My mother is in her garter belt, stocking and heels on the table. She is on her knees and surrounded by four naked guys. They are all tanned and well built. One guy is fucking her from behind and pulling her head up by the hair so she can suck the guy in front, and the guys on either side of her have their cocks in her hands. All we can hear is grunting.
I gasp: I want to be her!! I can feel my cock getting hard, and Mr. Townshend reaches around for it.
“Well well, Paige! You like?”
“Yessssss…”
He presses into my butt and I feel his cock through his kimono, so I reach behind me and grope for it. I start stroking as best I can and he begins to firm up. At the same time, the guy fucking my mother comes and pulls out, to be replaced by the guy on his right.
“Stick it in her arse, Jerry!”
Jerry does. My mother wriggles a little, and then pushes back on his cock.
Jerry: “Fuck that’s good….”
Mr. Townshend: “Would you like me inside you again, Paige?”
“Yessss…’
He unfastens my shorts, drops them to my knees, and just shoves his shlong right in. I’m so horny I almost come at once. But he goes very slowly.
“I’m not going to come, and we’re going to watch these guys fuck mummy, aren’t we?”
“Yessssssss.”
He stays inside as the second guy comes, to replaced by the guy on his left.
“Would you like to be fucked by four guys, Paige, like your mother?”
“Yessss.”
“Would you like Daddy to make you a slut?”
“Yesssssss please.”
“Where would you like it, ma’am?”
“The arse again, please, the arse…”
He obliges, and before long he comes as well.
Jerry: “Shit, we need to get going. Look at the time!”
The three who have had their fuck start getting dressed, but the guy getting sucked doesn’t move.
“You all go. I’m not done yet. I still need to fuck her.”
Jerry: “Have it your way Alan, but you’ll have to make your own way back.”
“No problem.”
I see them moving toward the door and start to panic.
Mr. Townshend: “Don’t worry, they can’t see us here and they’ll go straight for the front door anyway.”
He was right.
In the meantime, the remaining guy had pulled his cock out of mother’s mouth and stood her up. He was gorgeous, and I wanted him.
Mr. Townshend: “He handsome, isn’t he Paige?”
Me: “He’s really hot.”
“Why don’t we do it over the desk. You’re a teacher right? No, what about up against the mirror? Then you can watch yourself being fucked.”
He pushes my mother over to the mirror and she braces her hands on the bookshelves.
“Which hole, ma’am?”
“My arse, again, please.”
“Shit, you really like it up there, don’t you?”
And she smiles as he thrusts inside her.
On the other side of the mirror, Mr. Townshend is fucking her crossdresser son Paige up her arse. I really have to work hard not to yell out with pleasure, but my mother does, as the guy comes.
“Would you like Alan to fuck you too, Paige?”
“I’d love it…just like that…”
“Maybe we can arrange a little something…”
Alan: “You’re a great fuck, ma’am. We should do this again.”
Mother: “You know, I’d actually like that.”
“Can you give me a lift home?”
Mother: “Yes, but I have to get tidied up first.”
“Have you seen Mr. Townshend?”
“I think he’s upstairs with my son. I’m so happy they’re together.”
The guy smiles. “He’s a great guy, he does so much for us.”
Mother: “Yes, he’s quite wonderful. I’ll have to go and say goodbye before we go.”
“Me too.”
Mr. Townshend motions for us to hurry upstairs.
“They’ll be a while because your mother has to get dressed and tidied up. Let’s see what we can find in your room, and sweet little Paige can give them both a surprise.” I was right into this now.
He rummages around all the stuff he bought for me and pulls out a shocking pink dress made of nothing. It was super-short and had one side slit open to the waist and held together by three gold clips. The two sections covering my breasts tied around my neck, and the back was open almost down to my arse.
“Quick Paige, get that gear off, find a T-back somewhere, and slip into this.”
I did as I was told and looked in the mirror. I was as good as naked, but I had the body and the legs and I looked hot.
“Perfect, now pop these heels on and find yourself some bling.”
He heels were really high and matched the dress. I decked my neck and arms in accessories, and remembered I needed to redo my makeup.
“Heavy on the eyes and lips Paige, and we don’t have too much time left.”
I did as best I could, and when I was finished I looked like a call girl. I was over the moon.
Mr. Townshend: “Perfect, you look gorgeous Paige! Now, back to our room!”
He put on some fairly loud music, left the door only just open, sat on the edge of our bed, opened his kimono and spread his legs.
“You know what to do.”
I did. I knelt in front of him, hiked my dress up and stuck my arse out, and bent down to suck him.
“You don’t need to do much, sweetie. Just suck a little to keep me hard, then pick up the pace when you hear someone.”
And we waited.
“Mr. Townshend, are you there Sir?”
It was Alan calling.
“Richard, are you there?”
My mother.
We waited, and the music led the voices closer until they were at the door.
I started sucking harder, and Mr. Townshend started moaning loudly.
“Mr……oh”
We pretended we hadn’t heard. There was a pause, and then a longer “ooohhh” and a little giggle. That was my mother. Another little giggle, some low laughter, and nothing. Then from a long way off came a loud: “Is anyone there? Hello?”
Mr. Townshend:” We’ll be downstairs in a moment.”
“OK.”
We both stood up and smiled at each other. He kissed me lightly on the lips.
“Now let’s see how they react when we go down.”
I pulled my skirt down as far as I could (not very far) and tied Mr. Townshend’s kimono for him. I’d pulled it shut, but you could still see that he had a hard-on. So did I. I threaded my arm through his and we walked to the top of the stairs.
“Good evening Sir. Hope we didn’t disturb you.”
“No Alan, we were just relaxing.”
“Oh honey, you’re so gorgeous! Come down so I can get a closer look!”
My mother. She had redone herself and looked perfect, but I kept thinking of her servicing four guys in her lingerie.
We went down the stairs and mother rushed to look me over.
“You know, I always knew you should be girl, and here you are! I wouldn’t have recognized you if I hadn’t known! So beautiful!…and so sexy too! Oh my Richard!”
“Mum, it’s Paige now.”
“Ah, um, yes, of course it is dear. My lovely Paige!”
Mr. Townshend was talking quietly to Alan, but I could just make out the conversation.
Mr. Townshend: “What do you think of my Paige, Alan?”
Alan: “I think she’s really hot, Sir, if you don’t mind me saying.”
Mr. Townshend: “Not at all, not at all. You know, she couldn’t take her eyes off you as we were coming down the stairs!”
Alan: “But aren’t you…?”
Mr. Townshend: “Yes, yes, we are. But I like her to enjoy herself sometimes as well. Ever been with a crossdresser before?”
“Er, no Sir.”
“You’d love it, believe me!”
Mr. Townshend to me: “Paige, come here for a moment, I want to introduce you to Alan.”
“Hi Alan. I’m Paige.”
I hold out my hand and he takes it. He can’t take his eyes off me.
I flutter my eyes and notice that he’s is getting a hard-on. Mr. Townshend sees it as well and smiles at me. Alan’s still holding my hand and hasn’t been able to say anything, but now he manages to get a word in.
“Hi Paige. You’re really gorgeous!”
“Thanks”, I say coyly and squeeze his hand.
Mr. Townshend smiles again.
Mother had been listening, and she’d probably seen Alan’s hard-on as well: “I really have to be getting back now, and I’ve offered to take Alan home on the way as the other boys have already left.”
Mr. Townshend: “How did you get on with them?”
Mother: “They’re all fine young men. I haven’t felt so alive in a long time.”
Mr. Townshend: “What did you think, Alan?”
Alan: “We’d all like to do it again – if it’s possible, that is.”
Mr. Townshend looks at my mother, and she smiles and nods.
“All right then! Paige, your mother and I will just have a little chat before you leave.”
Mother doesn’t look happy.
“That’s all right with you, isn’t it?”
Mother: “Of course, anything you say.”
Mr. Townshend: ”Paige, why don’t you take Alan upstairs while we’re talking? We’ll probably be an hour or so. I’m sure you can find something to do.”
I smile at Alan, he smiles back, and mum frowns.
“Wanna see my room? It’s bit of a mess!”
“Sure.”
I take his hand and lead him up the stairs behind me, making sure to swing my hips and give him a view of my bum. I slip on purpose. He puts a hand around my waist to stop me from falling, and I wrap my arms around him tightly.
“Wow, you’re strong! Wanna carry me?”
He scoops me up in his arms and I put one hand around his neck and stroke his chest with the other.
“Great pecs! Do you work out?”
“Yep, quite a bit.”
“You must look good in a jockstrap.”
He grins.
“It’s just down here, last door on the left.”
“Wow, were you right! Stuff everywhere!”
“I just moved in today, and I haven’t sorted through my stuff yet.”
“You’ve got a lot of really sexy clothes.”
“I love sexy clothes.”
“I can see that!”, he says, looking right at me.
“What were you boys doing with my mother?”
He does a quick take and reddens a little.
“Oh, it was like a group therapy thing.”
“Oh, OK, so it wasn’t like group sex or anything.”
He freezes and looks panicked.
“Sorry! Just kidding! Let’s play a game! You wait outside, I change into something, and you have to guess what I’m wearing.”
“OK”, he says, looking a little puzzled. “Is there a prize?”
I smile. “You get to fuck me.”
I can see he wants to.
“Won’t be too long”, I say as I shut him out and lock the door.
I knew I could replicate what mum had worn today and I dug through all the stockings and underwear until I found what I needed. I went one better on the stockings as I found some fishnets. It took a while to locate the black high heels, but once I had everything in place it didn’t take too long to change. I redid the lipstick for glossy bright red.
“All done. What am I wearing?”
“Something sexy!”
I unlock the door and open it. I stand in the doorframe in blacks heels and fishnets and a black lace bustier with matching garter belt. (I didn’t bother with panties.) I put one hand on my hip, bend a leg and pout, and stroke my hard-on with the other.
“You win!”
Alan is speechless. He just stares and stares, and the more he stares the harder his cock gets.
I walk over and touch his cock through his trousers.
“Are you hard for me? You are, aren’t you?”
A nod.
I unbutton his shirt, remove it, and run my hands over his chest, abs, and back, then along his upper arms.
“Wow, that’s impressive. Can I see the rest of you as well?”
He kicks off his shoes, takes his trousers off, and removes his socks.
”So, you do look good in a jockstrap! Can I see your arse?”
His cock is bulging hard as he spins around to reveal a perfect bubble butt.
I kneel in front of him, take the sides of his jockstrap in my hands, and start to lower it.
Out pops a rock-hard, throbbing cock. I push it and it springs back.
“I wanted your cock while we were on the staircase and I was thinking about you inside me while we were talking…and here we are!”
I bend down and start to suck his shlong gently. I don’t want him to come until he’ s inside me, and when I taste his precum I stand up, walk over to the bookcase, brace my hands on it, and stick my arse out.
“Aren’t you going to come get your prize?”
He is over in an instant and stuffing his erection between my cheeks until he finds the hole. I spread myself to help him, and he rams it inside this was his last day on Earth. It hadn’t been long since he’d come inside my mother, but he shoots a huge load in almost no time.
I disengage and kneel in front of him to suck the last of his jizz, then I stand up, smile, and kiss him lightly on the lips.
“Wanna do it again sometime?”
“What about Mr. Townshend?”
“Oh, he won’t mind. He might even watch! I’d better get my other gear back on. Give me five minutes.”
He did, and I was back as I’d looked before.
“Alan? Paige? Are you up there? Paige, your mother’s going now.”
“Coming!”
We went down the stairs together, both looking satisfied.
Mr. Townshend: “Did you two have fun?”
“We were playing guessing games!”
Mother: “I used to love them when I was young! Well, I have to get going now Paige. It’s a long drive back, and I have to drop Alan off on the way. I’m glad you look so happy. I’m sure you and Mr. Townshend will get on wonderfully, and I just know he’ll look after you.”
Mr. Townshend:” With your help, of course. I couldn’t do without that.”
Mother:” Of course, whenever I can, any way I can.”
Mother hugs me and kisses Mr. Townshend on the cheek. I say goodbye to Alan.
“I gave you my number, right?”
“Yep!”
And off they go.
We wave to them from the front door and go back inside.
“So Paige. How was young Alan?”
“Pretty good actually.”
He spanks my arse.
“Still room for me after dinner?”
“Always, always...”
