Get To The Car

“What the?” Terry gasped as he looked brush that was suddenly in his hand, not remembering how it had got there. Turning back to the mirror, he was stunned to find that where he was previously fresh-out-of-bed chic, he was now dressed, made up and ready to go. Hair looked like was fresh from the salon and makeup was looking incredible. His tits were packed into a black top that showed a literal foot of cleavage and had “Plastic Fantastic” stretched out over the front, while a pair of jeggings did everything to show off his ass and even more to show the tube of dickmeat that was stretching toward his knee.

“Fuck! You look amazing!” Jamie said as she appeared at the door and leaned against the doorframe, not so much looking Terry's outfit as absolutely eye-fucking him. She was dressed similarly, but with a pink crop-top with “BIMBO” emblazoned across the front and jeggings in a darker colour to go with her heels.

“Thanks! I uh...picked the top you wanted!” Terry said, trying to sound surer than he felt as he gave his vast chest a wiggle and put the brush back on the dresser.

“Fuck, if your mum wasn't in the car I'd have those jeggings off and that dick down my throat already!” Jamie said, biting her lip as she looked down to Terry's cockbulge. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, sure! Let me just..” he said, checking his reflection again for a moment. He paused for a second, sure that he'd seen the blonde in the mirror wink at him as they moved. In his head thanked whatever deity that was listening that the collection of purse and phone was so engrained in muscle memory that he didn't have to think about what action was needed, and scooped them up before following Jamie out.

Walking in heels with several kilograms of fake tit leading the way turned out to be easier than expected, and he followed Jamie down the stairs with the click-clack of heels on hardwood. Outside, a blonde figure that Terrie's brain registered as “Mum” was sat in a four-door electric Mercedes, touching up her eyelashes in the sunvisor's mirror.

A car! Yes! Some time to sit and try to get his head around what the fuck was going on! Was he dreaming? Some head trauma? Dead? Crazy? All the thoughts whirled around his brain as he moved to the back and opened the rear passenger door, slipping into the seat.

“Hey sleepy!” her mum said as she caught her eye in the mirror, turning to grin at her and filling the space between the front seats seats with a vast amount of tit. “Looks like Jamie did a number on you huh?” she asked, her lip curling up even more “I had to get in there myself this morning and finish her off!”

“Hey they don't call me the ball drainer for nothing!” Jamie said in a smug tone as she slipped into the seat behind the driver.

“Don't feel bad sweetie! I'd pass out too if I had a dick and had dropped eleven loads in this hot slut's holes!” Mum said reassuringly, smiling at Terrie in the back.

“Awww, thanks Mrs B!” Jamie said, taking the compliment with a little giggle.

“Well...I...yeah” Terry smiled and nodded, not sure of what else to say.

“Wow Jamie I guess you did fuck her brain out!” Mum said with a smirk, looking between Terry and Jamie “Normally my slut daughter is far more enthusiastic telling me about how she rearranged your guts with her fucking horsecock when you stay the night!”

Both girls in the back let out an invouluntary moan as Mum's silken, lewd words caused a stirring in their nethers

“I aim to please!” Jamie was the first to answer smugly, jigling her chest and sliding a hand along her own bulge.

Mum threw another quizzical look at Terry for a moment, who was too busy trying not to unload right there on the spot to answer. Narrowing her eyes, Mum finally turned around in the driver's seat and switching the car to drive “Okay! Lets go shopping!”