Chapter 6

“Like, neat, awesome. Mum, I never thought you would want to be in bed and have girl-on-girl sex with me. It was great, and yes, I would like the three of us to do it again if we get the chance,” Erin added.

The three of us showered separately before getting dressed to prepare tea. Erin and I were in the kitchen preparing to cook the BBQ and give Toots a break when she walked in wearing only panties and a bra.

Erin and I looked at each other, dropped our shorts, and peeled off our tops, except we weren’t wearing bras. We stood there in only our panties, showing off our perky boobs. “Oh, you two are so out there,” Toots laughingly said as she removed her bra.

“Hey mum, you started it. Bra and panties only, as if! But as we’re so young. Babe and me don’t need a bra,” Erin teased her mum, who replied by grabbing a towel and flicking her arse with it before breaking out into fits of giggles.

We sat outside, cooked the BBQ, and the three of us kept looking at one another’s boobs. I couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.

“Girls, tomorrow I’m going to let you know a secret. It’s what Erin’s dad did to me when we got serious and sometimes still does it to me today. It gave me the biggest orgasms, like ever.”

“Tell us now we want to know. Please don’t make us wait until tomorrow. Hey, that’s not fair to tease us like that, Pleeease,” Erin said.

“Here’s a clue. It involves the ute and a dildo. Now time for bed. Early start tomorrow.”

“Hot Stuff, Toots, please tell us,” I begged.

“Sweet dreams, girls, and don’t wet the bed with leaky pussy juice now.”

Day two: Monday.

Clang, clang, clang. It was déjà vu. The day began like it had yesterday, up at 5.30 am. Coffee, toast, then out to the paddocks, check the water tanks, pumps, etc. Before heading back to the homestead for a small cooked breakfast. Then, out to feed the sheep. The work seemed endless to me, but when we returned today, Toots was going to give up some of her sexual secrets that she enjoyed with her then-boyfriend Dan, now her husband.

As we settled in back at the farmhouse, Erin and I eagerly waited for Toots to make the coffee and sit down, and after sitting, she said, “Well, don’t you two look like a couple of excited kids on Christmas morning eagerly waiting to open their presents.”

“Come on, Hot Stuff, you’re like the older teenager with two eager younger ones wanting to know what the older girl has experienced. But you’re a forty-five-year-old milf. Hot Stuff, that is exactly you,” Erin said. “How many stories can you tell us?” I asked before Erin got too carried away.

“It sounds like you two want to know my sexual history, and there’s no way it’s going to happen. I’ll tell you a few of the memorable ones. But remember, this is a girl’s week, and what I tell you is between the three of us, and Erin when your dad returns on Saturday you act like you usually do. No walking around topless or only in panties. Same for you, Caitlyn, and Erin. I’m back to being called Mum for you and Caitlyn. Mrs H. is neat, all sorted?”