Date: Sun, 7 Nov 1999 17:34:30 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: Margaret 2

Margaret 02 Thursday

Next morning at breakfast, I feared that things might
feel awkward; but Rachel jumped in and very
matter-of-factly asked me, "So did you get a job
yesterday, or what?" "As a matter of fact, I did.  You
are now speaking to the newest salesperson of EROS
Lingerie!"  I announced, proud of the speed with which
I had found a job.  "But maybe you can help me.  Do
any of your friends at school have mothers who would
like to have a lingerie party?" Rachel said that maybe
some of the grad students at university might be
interested, and the twins offered to spread the word
around school.  Part of my sales kit was a stack of
business cards that said:
________________________________
       EROS Fine Lingerie
     Parties by appointment
              call

        (XXX) YYY-ZZZZ
________________________________

So we quickly filled my first name and phone number in
by hand, and I resolved to get some nicer ones
properly printed.  The girls each had a handful of
cards when they went off to school, Rachel in jeans
and a tie-dyed t-shirt that reminded me of being young
in the 60s.  The twins, of course, looked absolutely
adorable in the uniform of Victoria Academy, the
girls' school they attend.  They used to absolutely
hate those uniforms, but once the skirt hems were
allowed to rise, their spirits did too, and now they
wore grey flannel mini-skirts that almost disappeared
under their blazers.

I got out the phoning list for the yacht club where
our family keeps a modest 36 foot sailboat, and
started making phone calls.  After almost two hours of
calls, I had eight expressions of interest, and one
firm booking.  It seemed that Mary Caldwell was
already having a party next Saturday on her 80 foot
motor yacht, but needed some entertainment to liven
things up.  She thought a lingerie demonstration might
be just the thing.  No, there would be no men present.
 "They only want to seduce the women or take the wheel
of the ship," she told me, "and they're so frightfully
  predictable.  Don't you agree?"

Naturally, I agreed.

The twins were home early from school.  They had given
out all the cards and desperately needed more.  Most
of the cards would probably make it home to various
mothers, but some of their school friends wanted to
have parties of their own.  They were ecstatic when I
told them about my first party date.  "You mean THE
Mary Caldwell?  Tracy Caldwell's GRANDmother?  On the
GRIFFIN?  The coolest yacht in the whole harbour?"  I
had to tell them they could not come with me, but
since they knew Mary's granddaughter, they might ask
her to arrange a young persons' party aboard the
Griffin.

Then Rachel came home, and wanted to see all of the
things in my sales kit.  "After supper." I told her,
and instantly she was in the kitchen getting items for
a quick meal out of the freezer, and popping them in
the micro-wave.  I took the sales kit to my bedroom,
and quickly sorted the contents into four piles,
trying to take into account the tastes of each of the
girls.  Then I carefully placed the four piles back in
the case.
Rachel is a respectable cook, so dinner was very good
in spite of its hasty preparation.  Thanks to the
twins, who can work when they want to, clean up was
even quicker.

The girls then wanted to see the contents of Pandora's
box right away, but I stopped them.  These were sales
samples, I explained, and must be kept absolutely
clean and fresh.  Therefor each must shower before
handling any of the merchandise.  For a moment they
seemed reluctant, then Jessie took Elizabeth by the
hand and announced  that they would use the shower by
the swimming pool so that Rachel and I could use the
one upstairs.

I had just got the water temperature adjusted when
Rachel opened the door of the shower stall and stepped
in with me.  Without a word she began to soap my back,
working her way down to my butt.  I felt a soapy-slick
finger pass over my anus, then her hands worked their
way down my thighs.  "All right Mother, turn around."
Then she worked her way back up my legs.  Rachel spent
a bit more time than necessary on my inner thighs, and
was very careful not to miss a single fold of my
pussy.  As a smooth finger or two slipped into my
vagina, her mouth sought my breasts, where she sucked
on each for just long enough to make me regret it when
she stopped.  Then her hands swirled up my belly, and
soaped my breasts, pinching each nipple so quickly and
lightly that it could have been accidental.  But I
knew it wasn't.  Her hands reached behind my neck, and
pulled me down to share a soft kiss.  "Mom," she
asked, "about what you said last night about us
sleeping with you, can I be first?  Can it be
tonight?"  I assured her that that would be fine, then
swiftly soaped her down as she had done for me.

We emerged from the shower and wrapped big fluffy
white towels around ourselves before going downstairs.
 Rachel wrapped hers under her arms, covering her
little breasts, but I just let mine hang from my hips,
making a skirt that almost reached the floor.  The
twins were not in sight, so I entered the dining room,
and quickly got out the four stacks of lingerie, then
I wrote each of the girls' names on the back of a
business card, and placed the cards in front of the
appropriate piles.

When I re-entered the living room, Rachel was sprawled
on the love seat, and the twins were just getting
themselves settled on the floor at her feet.  They
were also wrapped in towels, and both seemed flushed
and out of breath, so I suspect they had shared as
intimate a shower as we had.  I stood before my three
pretty daughters, acutely conscious of my naked
breasts and the tension of seduction in the air.

"Ladies, I am not going to let you paw through my
samples."  They looked distressed, like children who
had been told their birthdays were cancelled.
"Instead, we are going to have a miniature fashion
show!"  They suddenly looked much brighter.  "In the
dining room are four piles of samples.  Each has a
card with a name on it.  One at a time, we will each
go into the dining room, put on the top garment from
our pile, then come back here to model it.  Rachel
will go first."  I took my place in an armchair by the
love seat, and Elizabeth scooted over to lean against
my knees, as Rachel ran to the dining room.

Moments later Rachel entered the far end of the living
room, wearing a long black satin sleeveless coat,
edged with black lace.  It was tied closed only
between her breasts, leaving a deep V-neckline.
Rachel twirled in front of us, and the coat floated
out to reveal matching satin panties. She danced for
us, twisting back and forth to give us flashes of her
smooth legs, wrapping that jacket around her like a
delicious licorice twist.  Her hands went to the tie
between her tits, and the coat opened to reveal her
tiny A-cup breasts with the soft brown nipples so like
mine.  Then she made a little curtsey, and the twins
and I applauded and whistled as Rachel returned to her
place on the love seat, her pretty tits and panties
still exposed.

"Jessica, you should be next."  I suggested.  Jessie
leaped up with her usual energy, and ran to the dining
room.

"Ooh!" we heard her squeal in delight, and a moment
later she leaped back into the room wearing
transparent pink panties with pink fake feather trim.
It had a short little cover-up of the same see-through
fabric, with little peek-a-boo cutouts for her breasts
to jut through, all surrounded by the same pink
feather trim.  She did a little fairy dance, leaping
around so her pink nipples bounced up and down in
their little windows.  The panties did nothing to hide
her blonde curls, and she looked good enough to eat.
Too soon, she imitated her older sister by making a
curtsey to her audience, to much applause.  Then she
plopped herself down again at Rachel's feet.  Rachel
bent down to give her sister a congratulatory kiss, as
Elizabeth rose and walked toward the dining room.

Elizabeth has always been my most reserved, elegant
daughter, and the white lace peignoir suited her
perfectly.  She drifted back into sight and raised her
arms in the hair.  She held the wide loose sleeves
out, and waved them like willow branches blowing in
the wind.  Then she slowly lowered her arms, caressing
her own shoulders and breasts, belly and hips; before
extending her arms to spread the over-jacket wide to
display the dainty white lace bra and panties.  The
lace was not as revealing as the sheer fabric her twin
wore, but it was nonetheless enticing.  Hints of pink
nipple and blonde pubic hair suggested themselves.
Elizabeth paused for a moment with her arms outspread
and head tilted back as if in an attitude of complete
surrender.  Then her hands slowly descended until her
fingers met in front of her panties and started to
delicately touch her sex through the lacy cloth.  A
look of joyous satisfaction came over her face as she
gently massaged her pussy.  Then she seemed to
remember she had an audience, dropped a quick curtsey,
and ran back to me.  As she gave me a quick kiss, I
finally did panic.

I realized that it was my turn to play in this game I
had created.  How could I possibly be as alluring as
these young women half my age?  What if I made a fool
of myself, prancing around in my next-to-nothing?  I
got up and walked steadily (I hope) to the dining room
where the crisp pale blue chiffon number awaited me at
the top of my pile.  It was considerably less daring
than the garments my daughters now wore, but it was my
job to make it seem sexy and desirable.  I remembered
how Cindy had cupped her breasts as if to hand them to
me, and knew what to do.

I dropped my towel and pulled on the long gown, then I
marched back into the living room with my hands behind
my hips, as though pushing them ahead.  Turning to
face Rachel, I locked my eyes with hers, and slowly
let my hands rise from my hips to my breasts, which I
cupped in my hands and extended them as if they were
an offering to her.  Mesmerized, she did not rise to
my bait, so I twirled myself around and came to rest
with my hands once again pushing my hips toward
Jessie.  She looked almost ready to rise up and come
to accept my love offering, so again I twirled and
held out my breasts, this time to Elizabeth.  "Nice
tits, Mom!" Rachel commented, and the twins burst into
laughter, so I did too.

Before I could sit down, Rachel was up for her next
turn.  She threw her arms around me for a quick kiss,
then ran to the dining room for her next outfit.  She
was gone longer than I expected, and I was about to
check on her when she returned dressed in a filmy dark
blue bra with matching panties and garter belt, which
held up blue fish-net stockings.  She carried a small
tray in her right hand, with four narrow wine glasses,
and in her left hand was a bottle of champagne.  "I
picked this up today, in honour of Mom's new job!" she
announced.  It had not occurred to me before that my
oldest daughter was now old enough to buy liquor.

Rachel did a little dance, looking absolutely
delicious in that skimpy outfit.  Raising the tray and
bottle high in the air, she twirled around until I
worried a bit that she might drop the glasses.  But
she had occasionally made a little extra money as a
waitress, and I needn't have feared.  She smoothly
glided the tray down to a coffee table, then expertly
untwisted the wires that held the cork.

BANG!  The cork bounced off the ceiling as Rachel
quickly grabbed a glass to catch the wine as it
frothed out of the bottle.  She hardly spilled a drop.
 Then Rachel continued her dance, with only the
champagne glass in her hand.  She dipped her fingers
in, and brushed little streaks of champagne on the
tops of her breasts, then down between the bra cups.
She brushed it on her inner thighs, running her
fingers from just above her stockings, almost up to
her panties.  She dabbed some in her navel, and
finally on her lips.  Bringing her little dance to an
end, she struck a pose and invited, "Champagne,
anyone?"

The twins crawled forward and licked the champagne
from their sister's thighs.  Then their tongues fought
over the wine in her belly.  They cleaned up Rachel's
little tits and ended up in a three-way kiss.  They
looked so wonderful.

Rachel poured a glass of champagne for each of the
twins, as I informed them that somehow two of the next
outfit had been included in the kit, and asked if they
would like to model it together?  They took their
champagne and ran off to change, as Rachel brought me
a glass.  "Mom, they missed a spot."  When I asked
where, she told me "Right here.", and pointed to the
dampness of champagne between her breasts.  So I
licked it clean for her as we listened to the giggles
coming from the next room.

Soon the twins danced back into the room, wearing only
identical bra and panty sets in bright yellow lace.
The colour perfectly enhanced their deep summer tans,
and set off their blonde hair.  They danced side by
side, bumping their hips together.  Then Elizabeth
moved behind Jessie, and reached around to cup her
sister's breasts in her hands, while Jessie reached
back to run her hands over Elizabeth's hips.  Finally
Jessie turned around and the girls waltzed together,
slipping their hands inside each others panties to
grip each other's smooth little bums, and grinding
their pelvises together. Rachel and I applauded and
the twins took their bows.  "All right girls," I
announced, "My turn, and this will be the last one of
the evening."  They started to grumble, but I told
them we could play again another time.  Once in the
dining room, I put on the same black demi-bra and
split-crotch panties, but this time I arranged them
correctly to frame my pussy flesh.  My cunt was
dripping with desire, and my lips parted of their own
volition.  My erect nipples pushed proudly over the
tops of the bra's half-cups.

I re-entered the living room, but instead of dancing
at the opposite end from my audience again, I walked
right up to Jessica and began a burlesque bump and
grind only inches from her face.  Then I moved to
Rachel, and then Elizabeth.  The twins think much
alike, so in unison each of them extended a hand to
drift lightly up my inner thighs as I danced.  Each
hand slipped a finger briefly into my cunt, and came
out soaking wet.  They shared their fingers, Elizabeth
licking my juices from Jessica's fingers, and Jessie
from Liz's.  Their hands returned to my pussy, but
this time Jessica slipped three fingers into my
vagina, while Elizabeth began to lightly but rapidly
rub her fingers back and forth over my clitoris.

Rachel sat back and watched, casually rubbing her own
pussy through the sheer blue panties she wore.  The
twins' fingers felt heavenly as they plunged in and
out of my cunt, and my clit was ready to explode under
the rubbing it was receiving.  My orgasm built quickly
until it overwhelmed me.  Then my lovely girls were
hugging me and kissing me, and Rachel too got up to
join us in a big group hug.

For a while we sat around talking, and sipping
champagne.  We all looked at each other in our sexy
underwear, and I noticed that the girls looked often
at my pussy, exposed by my crotchless panties.  We all
got rather tiddly with the champagne, and when it was
bedtime we all got naked.  We were about to return the
lacy underthings to my kit, when Rachel commented,
"Mom, I think we're going to have to clean my panties,
'cause I was getting pretty wet down there.  We might
have to clean the twins' stuff too."   Elizabeth and
Jessie started to look embarrassed, but I assured them
it was OK, then patted their bare bums and sent them
off to bed.

Then I put my arm around my older daughter, and we
climbed the stairs to my bedroom.  "You've had a big
day Mom.  Would you like a back rub?"  My girls can be
so considerate.  Rachel ran to her room to collect a
bottle of massage oil, as I lay face down on top of
the satin cover of my king-size bed.  Rachel came in
and got up on the bed with me.  On her knees, she
straddled my lower back, as her hands began at my
shoulders, relaxing muscles I hadn't realized were
tense.  She worked her way down my spine, loosening
and releasing all the little knots of a stressful day.
 She massaged my ribs, and the small of my back, and
reached the base of my spine.  Rachel teased the
dimples at the top of my ass with delicate brushes of
her fingertips, so that I started to squirm with
re-awakening passion.  She moved to kneel between my
spread thighs and kneaded each cheek of my ass between
her two hands.

I felt a warm trickle down the crack of my ass, as
Rachel poured massage oil there, then I felt her
finger gently probing my rectum.  It was a new and
unique sensation, and terribly erotic.  Slowly her
oil-slick finger reached into my ass, and I felt like
I was losing my virginity all over again, getting
finger-fucked in my tightest little hole.  I spread my
legs wider, to give her better access, and I raised my
hips to meet her hand, as that finger started to slide
in and out just like a miniature cock fucking me doggy
style.  Rachel's other hand continued to massage the
insides of my thighs, but the delicious things she was
doing to my ass-hole made it impossible to relax.
Rachel was careful not to touch my pussy, so my orgasm
grew ever so slowly, with the sensations of pure
sexuality swelling out from my anus to finaly
encompass my cunt and my clitoris.  It was not a great
crashing event, but rather a rising wave that carried
me gently in a continuous cum for many, many minutes.

I rolled over and looked up at my daughter with wide
eyes.  Then I reached for her shoulders, and guided
her down onto her back.  Her skin, paler than her
sisters', flushed a faint pink with excitement, and
her nipples rose up as hard as a pair of tiny cocks.
I licked at each of her nips in turn, caressing her
tits with the curve of my tongue.  Her warm body
shuddered beneath my mouth.  I descended in slow
motion, taking all the time in the world to lap at her
titties, belly and mons.  I tenderly took her trim
hips and guided them so her pelvis was raised toward
my face.   Then I began to eat another woman's pussy
for the very first time.  Rachel sighed and shivered.
Each tremor moved visibly through her soft skin.  I
could detect the waves of each of the spasms that
passed through her.   When I pressed my tongue against
her clitoris, I could tasted the tiny swelling as it
pulsed in time to her pounding heart.  When I sent
lower and slipped the tip of my tongue into her creamy
pussy, I could feel the grip of her internal muscles
as she shuddered through the crescendo toward orgasm.
I lapped and slurped at her cunt cream until she
gripped my hair to force my mouth harder onto her
pussy, as she bucked her pubic bone against my face.
Finally the flow of her cum slowed, and I could gently
slurp up the last of it.  I crawled up on top of my
daughter and we kissed, long and deep, then fell
asleep in each others' arms.
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