Send mommy downstairs

"What the fuck!?" screamed Cora's mother, seeing you for the first time.

Hmm, maybe you should have thought about this before opening the bedroom door to see what was going on, and realize you are standing there without a stitch of clothing and your morning glory rampant for all to see. Oops.

"You filthy cunt!" screams her mother and slaps Cora once more.

"Stop that. Stop." you say, and of course Mommy's hand pauses in mid air.

She turns to look at you in shock. Eyes bulging in rage, staring down at your inappropriate hard-on and back up to your face . "Who the fuck!?"

"Oh for fuck's sake," you begin, and start speaking slowly and deliberately. You point at the mother with your index finger. "You. Shut up. Don't speak unless I ask you a question." The woman's lips seal immediately. Only her eyes give away the astonishment and fury. I continue. "Go downstairs. Sit on your sofa and wait there."

She turns and walks heavily downstairs without a word, but with a lot of backward glances, leaving you alone with Cora.

You had a notion of an early morning fuck with the beautiful young blonde, but maybe not now. You better sort out her mother first. You had come to think of Cora as a girlfriend, so felt you should maybe help her. You hadn't realized her home situation was so fucked up.

You open her wardrobe uninvited, and have a look through her gear. You were sure she would look amazing in everything, though maybe better in most than the outsize nightshirt she had put on while you were asleep. You pick out a leather mini skirt. "Here, put that on. You dont need underwear".

"Ok", she says and whips the nightshirt off and pulls the skirt up over her hips. As soon as it is zipped up its like another skin.

A little pink satin top. That probably wont go you think, but who cares. "and this", you hand it to her. Fuck she looks amazing in it. You handle her tits for a few seconds, then kiss her, "Ok, get over to Juliet's and the both of you meet me at the shop at 12 O'clock."

"Ok." she smiles and heads downstairs. You hear the door shut and wonder whether to get dressed and look at your discarded stained underwear and jeans doubtfully. You open Cora's bedside cabinet and find pairs of socks, tights and underwear folded neatly. The thongs probably aren't going to cut it, but you pull out a pair of silk french knickers and think, what the hell, and try them on. they're elasticated, and a little tight, but hey. You're in Cora's knickers. You can feel your cock hanging hot and heavy in one leg.

You amble downstairs, and can see Cora's mom twist and stare silently at you as you appear, yawning into view, then start to shrink away from you and retreat to the back of the sofa as you step over and stand directly in front of her in nothing but her daughter's underwear. Maybe you should have tried on one of her bras too.