Whip ‘em Out

Fbailey story number 727


Whip ‘em Out


I was thirteen when I first noticed that my father was a domineering man. He intimidated me but he had absolute control over my mother. She never failed to obey his every order.

It started out simple, well at least after I noticed, that is. He would tell her what to wear, what to fix for dinner, and what to purchase. She would get him his beer, snacks, and even turn on the light for him.

After I had become a teenager I also noticed that he told her what to wear at night before I was sent to bed. Each night it was something sexier, more revealing, and more transparent. God, Mom was beautiful.

Then we went over to the house of one of Dad’s friends. I had never been invited to go with them before. Bill had a pretty wife and a teenage daughter my age. She was adorable and she was dressed very sexy…just like most of the girls in my school.

I sat through dinner with the three women waiting on us men. Yvonne was assigned to me and the men had the other’s wife waiting on them. It felt very strange. Mom waited on us at home but this was entirely different. Yvonne filled my glass after every drink, she handed me the bowls of food, and she got the salt, pepper, and catsup for me. She almost wiped my face with a napkin but I took it from her.

When it came time for desert the three girls cleared the table off. Then they brought in a bowl of fresh made whipped cream, chocolate syrup, and maraschino cherries.

Bill said, “Whip ‘em out!”

My mouth dropped open as I watched Yvonne, her mother, and my mother removed their blouses and their bras. Yvonne looked great topless.

The three of them lay on their backs across the table. Dad got Bill’s wife, Bill got Dad’s wife, and I got Yvonne. The whipped cream was passed around and Yvonne creamed her own breasts. So did Mom and Yvonne’s mother. Their hands were covered in cream, so Yvonne asked me to put as much chocolate syrup on her breasts as I wanted. I watched Dad squeeze a lot on Bill’s wife…clear down to her belly button. When I got the bottle I squeezed it all over. I started by running circles around her breasts, down to her belly button, and then up her neck and down her arms. I loved the way she giggled. I passed the bottle of syrup to her father and picked up the jar of cherries that Dad had passed me. I placed one cherry above where her nipples should be and another one on her belly button. Then as an after thought I placed a cherry on her lips and then I kissed her pushing the cherry into her mouth with my tongue.

The other two women were lying sideways in front of the men while Yvonne’s head was toward me.