Margot and Mary - The Gift Part 3

Sam's sous chef Tom woke with a start. He was staring at a pair of fine black lace gloves - on his own hands!!

His lower half was sitting on the dining room floor, the top half stretched out over the day bed's trundle with its ruffled cover. Stretching his neck up, he saw a pair of stockinged legs within touching distance. He lifted himself up and followed the leg up to find the word "Close" on the welt and knew it was Sam. Glorious Sam. Her cute round arse defined by one or two garter straps still attached.

Tom remembered being caught by Sam at the end of the meal as he spied on the birthday sport between Margot and her mum, Mary, from the serving hatch. She had crept up behind him and replaced his busy hand with her own and tugged him to a shaking orgasm.

This was the least of the rewards she gave him, depending on how well his service had been on each of the private catering events.

The room was silent- apart from a little snoring from Mary who had crashed out on the huge dining table surrounded by scattered white petals, tissue paper and wrapping paper and an assortment of presents laid out in front of her. Behind them both, on the day bed was Margot, face down, topless, the Lise Charmel black Soir de Venise waspie hugging her waist and the two straps still just about holding up the leggy stockings. But knickerless - could his lace gloves be hers, Tom thought.

He couldn't resist stroking Sam along the garter strap and then up to her arsehole where he stopped and took off the filigree glove as he anticipated the short journey up to her cunt. She was definitely wet. And at that moment Sam let out a sigh and slid her bent right leg further up the daybed, so her knee squeezed into her breast. And there, revealed, just as he had hoped, was her pride and joy in a pinched but full view. Beautiful long labia stretching up to a clit that seemed as thick and as proud as her nipples. All set off by a fringe of bushy jet-black pubes.

He was hard and squeezed his prick with the gloved hand. Ooh. He lifted himself up further to give himself a better view. Her lovely bare cheeks were contained by the lace garter belt. He wanted so badly to have it all. He pulled off the other glove on his left hand and ran his thumb between the tanned groove between her buttocks and eased the tip of his thumb into Sam's butt while he ran his right hand up to her cunt and slid her juices over her gorgeous clit. Sam purred as she lifted her bum a little towards him.

"Tom? We've never done a morning before!" she whispered quickly. "That's so good!" I'm so dreamy!"

"And creamy!"

Their laughter was just stirring Mary on the table.

"Oh darling boy, is that you with the girls?" Come over here! You need to be shared!"

Tom kissed Sam's gorgeous rump and walked over to the table. Sam was now acutely aware that all he had been wearing was just the black lace gloves that he thought had been on Mary's hands during the party - matching the Charmuse black lace mask that she had put on after dessert...

"A little bird tells me you were caught enjoying the spectacle last night. Well, I'm sorry it was just the three of us but then, the fire had gone out! What's a girl to do?! But I have a notion - I might even have a gift for you. I had so many so why not share my bounty?!"

Mary stretched up and crawled along the table cat-like. She reached inside a leather pouch and pulled out a flat box containing two lovely black 10 denier hold-ups. Mary offered them to him as he stood with his cock against the edge of the table.

"They are a little short on me. Try them. I think you'll like them!"

"But I never..."

"Just try them!" said Mary. "That's an order - Mummy knows what's best for you. It's not a guess, Tom! Look at yourself! Where did that come from!" Mary pointed down at Tom's prick that had nearly doubled in length as she had slinked along the table and back and was now twitching against the oak.

Tom turned and grabbed a chair nearer to him.

"We all want to see him, don't we!" Sam and Margot laughed.

"Ooh yes please!" said Margot.

He had seen women pulling stockings on, and off, so without thinking he checked the seam and gathered the nylons down to the toes and watched the sight of his legs transform. Tom gathered the siliconed welts up his thigh and stopped and looked at the two women on the day bed, grinning.

He looked back at Mary who had swung her legs over the table edge and pushed them apart so he was looking straight at her immaculately trimmed black pubes and her cunt lips which looked shockingly inviting on the edge of the wood. Gone was the thong. Long gone!! He pulled the reinforced heel and toe over his neatly clipped toenails.

He stood up and pulled the welt and the thigh section up his leg and nestled the top just under his balls. He looked over to an ornate narrow full-length mirror and was thrilled to see his leg seem so feminine.

"Wow!" the three conspirators chimed in unison.

"And the next!"

He sat down, unable to hide his cock which sprang upwards. He tried to hold it down with his elbow as he concentrated on pulling the matching nylon up his smooth leg.

"Now stand up straight you gorgeous darling! and come closer," Mary purred.

Tom heard giggles from his right and Sam's hand was suddenly on his shoulder. Margot was on his left, her left hand on her right nipple. Her right reached over to grab Tom's length.

"Ooh, that's going to do nicely, birthday girl, eh?"

Now kneeling, Sam was gently adjusting the seams on Tom's stockinged legs.

"God, your legs look fabulous! You must have done this before!" She whispered in his ear.

"You should have told me!" Mine are more your size!"

Margot pointed Tom's cock down at Sam, who took it between her scarlet lips and wetted its tip with her tongue and savoured the pearl of sweet pre-cum.

Mary had been stroking her clit and was moaning as she pulled her pink lips further apart and helped Margot guide his helmet into her.

"Oh, darling boy! How lovely!" Mary gasped.

Sam was frigging herself madly and reaching out to stroke Tom's thighs and cradle his balls.

"Fuck her!" shouted Sam,

"Fuck her!"

Mary was clutching Tom's hips with her calves and pulling him in and out with a sucking sound. Tom was fondling Mary's nipples. Margot was transfixed by the sight of her mother giving herself to Tom's full cock, again and again pulling him into her. And then with one thrust Mary slid a little further forward revealing,

"Oh my God, mother, my gift! The butt plug!"

She grabbed at the silicone wings from below, pressed the button up a speed, and tried not to spoil Tom's rhythm. Suddenly the whirring was quite audible. It was wrong but deliciously wrong and she let herself yell out, and come, sending a little spray down towards Sam's face. Tom was oblivious to what was happening. Too high to get any higher, big and swollen inside Mary who was going into her ultimate high - cunt spasms, she called them- as she clamped onto his cock and let hot juices run over his pulsing tool and all over Margot's busy hand. Tom came, shuddering in surprise- and at the view- no woman he had known, including Sam, had ever had such an amazing skill.

He knew in an instant that this amazing scene was one he would never forget.