“Well, was I right about Halloween being fun?” Alex asked Kevin.
“Yeah, I’m... I’m kind of blown away.”
More water please,” Alex asked sweetly.
Kevin trooped back into the room with a large pitcher and two full glasses. Hydration wouldn’t impeded further storytelling.
“Ok, so what’s yer mom’s story? How did you react? And what does this all have to do with Clayton?”
“Jeez, question much?” Alex complained. She seemed reluctant to go on.
Alex looked askance at Kevin. “No questions about my.... um... behavior?”
“Honestly I didn’t expect you to do all that. I mean given all the other recent events. What did the therapist say about it?”
“I didn’t tell her everything. Just about the musketeers,” she said.
“So you lied to your therapist. I don’t know, seems like a bad idea,” Kevin shook his head in mock concern.
“Yeah, I used protection and I had a good time. I chose who I was with. I was in control.”
“You sure your mom wasn’t in control?”
“No, not completely. She was a factor that’s for sure. I mean, I did show up looking like a stripper and I was wined up a bit, all because of her. On the other hand, things might not have escalated quite so far if there had been one musketeer or if Andy hadn’t bailed on me,” she shrugged.
“Or if your Mom hadn’t called in the middle of the threesome. It seems to me you went nuts after that.”
“You can’t imagine how hot it was.” Alex pushed back into the pillow, closing her eyes - reminiscing. “Mmmmm, Cuming with two cocks in me while Mom listened and masturbated. That was the moment I first felt like a slut. I mean, I’d felt kind of naked and exposed walking around in public dressed like a hooker. And I’d been horny and brave enough to initiate sex with these three strangers in someone else’s house. But, that feeling I had... when Mom asked if I had a mouth full of cock.” She paused, breathing out deeply. “Mmmmm. Like I said before, I didn’t have the word associated with the feeling yet. But I loved it, and I wanted to feel it more. Right then. So I escalated. I took those three guys and broke my own rule about anal. I let them do anything they wanted but make a mess. They were delighted.”
“Sweetie, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” Kevin admitted. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m envious.”
“Of them or me?”
“Both maybe,... I was in my 20s before I got laid. I never had anything approaching your experiences.”
Alex leaned back up and kissed Kevin. She said, evenly, “It was all one time anonymous sport fucking. I never saw the Musketeers again, or the blue devil. The two football players didn’t know who I was and the rest were just cocks, literally. You have a lot more going for you than some random cocks.”
Alex looked at Kevin searchingly. Truth was he was just sad he missed her at that age.
“Also. While, you can’t help your past.” She reached down and gently grasped his erection. “You do have control of our future, Master.” She added coyly. “If you think it, and I don’t mind it, we can do whatever you fantasize about.” She squeezed gently for emphasis.
“You’ll use the safe word, ‘Leviticus’?” he asked, wondering when his impulse would exceed her kinkiness.
“Yeah, if I say it, you stop doing everything and free me if I’m tied up or, you know, under a pile of midgets.”
Kevin barked a laugh, “That’s pretty extreme, what if it’s just not a something you want to do but you still want to continue. Without breaking the mood?”
Alex shrugged. “So, if I start to go for your ass and you’ve had Thai food for lunch, what do you say?” he asked seriously.
“I’ll say ‘Not now honey, I’ve got a headache’,” she said sweetly. “Oh! How about I say 'Migraine' for that sort of thing. You can back off and then we go onto other stuff.”
“Migraine and Leviticus,” Kevin practiced the words.
“There’s one other benefit to my steamy past, you missed out on.” She said with a smirk, fishing an ice out of the pitcher, “I wouldn’t be able to do this if I hadn’t had all that practice.” She pushed Kevin on his back and popped the ice shard in her mouth. Alex took his whole cock in cold mouth in one motion. The sensation was breathtaking. A cold tongue rubbed up and down his shaft and her hot throat massaged the head.
“I can’t...” Kevin said. Alex moaned around his cock and placed his hands on the back of her head. Kevin lost it, holding her head down as he came in her throat. Her cooled tongue worked his shaft and she swallowed his load. Christ, he loved her.
He relaxed and Alex sat up smiling like the cat who ate the canary. She swallowed and licked her lips, still smiling. “I guess my stories had you worked up.”
“Yeah,” Kevin agreed. “Speaking of stories? I still haven’t heard about Clayton and your Mom.”
Alex sat back on her pillow and organised her thoughts. Kevin reacted positively to the kink so far. But events she’d related were voyeuristic at best where her mother was concerned. If she told him everything, would he respond as positively. She looked at him.
“Go on sweetie. If it’s safe for me to say what I want to do to you. It’s safe for you to tell me what you’ve done. I won’t judge.”
“Ok, but first you have to tell me your worst sex secret.”
Kevin froze and then blushed. Oh, this would be good. She nudged him.
“I had a gay experience in college,” he admitted quietly. Alex’s pussy flooded.
“Oh, sweet, tell me!”
“Not much to tell. My roomie and I came back from a party drunk.. and we...”, she nudged him again.
“And we what?” She smiled at him.
“We masturbated.” Kevin admitted finally.
“No, just in our own beds.”
“That’s it! That’s your darkest thing?”
“Well, he didn’t like me too much after that. I think mostly because of the size issue.”
Alex couldn’t hold back the mirth. “Bull shit, that’s your worst.”
“Well, I read and watch a lot of porn.” He cringed, waiting for the pity, she thought.
“Yeah, what kind?”
“Almost everything, I guess.”
Alex had a sudden awful thought, “So hearing about my past. Is it like porn?”
Kevin looked serious suddenly. He reached out to her, “No sweetie. Your stories are hot but not like porn. I’m not.... I can’t explain it. I guess, I’m learning about you, so I have an emotional investment in it... and a hardon.” He smiled sheepishly.
“What I’m about to tell you... I’ve never told anyone else.” Alex said seriously.
“Wow, OK.” Kevin took it seriously. “If you don’t want to...”
“No,” Alex swallowed, “I trust you.” She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake. Alex’s Story
Mom didn’t want to discuss is that night. But I insisted.
“Three questions.” She said, directly. ”You get three questions tonight. Then bed time. In the morning I’m taking you shopping, if you still want to, and I’ll answer any others then.”
“Ok,” I considered what to ask her. Looking at her cum drenched body I asked, “How did you end up looking like that?”
Mom actually blushed. I’m not sure all of it was embarrassment. “Maggie and I went to a club. A sex club. And well...” she waved her arms from head to foot, “this is the result.”
“No, no, no. That’s half an answer, if that. Tell me the whole story.”
“There’s not time enough to tell the whole story.” Mom, sat up straighter and lifted her chin. “But, ah... Maggie and I belong to club that has parties periodically. These parties are really for adults and X-rated. Some have themes, some have skits an audience watches. Sometimes its just a series of themed activity rooms for members to watch or participate in. Sometimes, Maggie and I have show with two men. You saw them outside just now. But this time it was just theme rooms.”
She continued. “I spent most of the night in a pirate themed room. As the only female, I was... um... used quite thoroughly...” she paused and exhaled, ”and deliciously”
Mom looked at me. “Good enough?”
“Yeah,” I said. I had a lot more questions. Mom clearly did this as a lifestyle type of thing. Suddenly her life long single stats made more sense, except for Phil. With a look of bewildered disgust I asked, “How does Fucking Phil figure into all this?”
“Christ,” she said getting up. She walked into the bathroom and walked back out with a towel, wiping herself down vigorously as if the cum suddenly bothered her. Maybe she was wiping Phil away. An unjust comparison, I thought, semen was useful and even fun. Phil was scum.
“You know Mom, I’d rather you come home covered in cum than with someone like Phil,” I said, hoping to ease her obvious guilt.
“Now there is a sentence never before uttered,” she laughed. She sighed.
“Phil was a mistake. And not just in hindsight. I knew it from the moment you got back from your grandparents that first summer. I should have kicked him out then.” Mom shook her head. “To answer your question, I met Phil on a blind date. Believe it or not, we had good chemistry and he had a beautiful... cock. He knew how to use it properly on me, too.”
There was more loaded into that statement than I could unpack. It took me years to understand what she meant.
“Anyway, I decided I wanted something emotional just for myself. So I ignored animosity you two had. I played it off in my mind as teenage rebellion. When he lost his job he lost all usefulness to me as a partner.” She made a wilting motion with her index finger. “It was like having a delinquent teen to take care of. Suddenly I realized you’d never been a rebellious teen.” She hung her head.
“It’s over Mom. Don’t worry about it. Or do it again.” I smiled when she looked up at me. “That was clear as mud Mom. I think you have some work to do on that.”
“One more,” then lights out.
We seemed to be hitting the the heavy stuff. It suddenly occurred to me she might have been like me from an early age. Which would explain my existence at all. She’d always claimed I was intentional, but maybe that was a tall tale.
“Was I an accident?”
“What? No... what makes you ask that?”
“Well you like to, you know, and I like it too. So maybe you just got knocked up by a random lay in college and... presto,” I said.
“You were no accident sweetie. You know the story. The research at the time indicated early eggs were healthier, I knew I wanted a career in medicine and a kid so I extrapolated. I’d be the age I am now before I was ready for kids and then I’d be an old tired parent with a heavy job and old eggs.”
“Heh, you didn’t seem old or tired tonight.”
“Well,” she smiled, “not all my predictions were true. I have good genes.”
“So why won’t you tell me who my dad is...” I asked quietly.
“That’s four.” I gave her a look. She actually blanched.
“Ok, fair enough.” She walked to her closet and reached up on a shelf for a large book. She looked hot all stretched out in boots, tights and nothing else. Mom’s ass was pretty tight too. Just a little flatter than mine. She pulled the book down and sat next to me on an edge of the chase. I noticed she automatically put her legs together and sat up straight like she’d instructed me to do.
The book was a photo album. It contained a lot of pics of Mom and friends in Member’s Only jackets and crazy hair. She stopped at a photo of five men and pulled it out, closing the book. I held my breath, was one of these my dad?
“One of these five is your dad,” mom said. I almost laughed.
“What, well which one is it?”
“Not sure, probably not the Jack... the redhead... but it could be. Recessive..”
“So I was an accident!”
“No sweetie. I... um... selected them as candidates and uhmmm.”
“You’re losing it mom, get it together.” I was losing patience. Mom seemed so together my whole life, but now it looked like she’d made bad decisions all the way and just hidden them.
“Ok, the long version is this. My freshman year I kept a stable of boyfriends. They all knew about it and didn’t get possessive. I’d selected them for a number of reasons but mostly they were good in bed and didn’t bore me out of it. They were all smart, driven young men who seemed to appreciate a woman who liked sex and wasn’t after the MRS degree.
“Anyway, in the spring of my freshmen year I decided to have you early. First I talked to Mom and Dad about it. Mom loved the idea of having a kid around while I was off at college. Dad was lukewarm about it, but you know how that turned out.” Yeah, he absolutely doted on me.
“Once that was settled I just needed to find the right donor. Sperm donation was out for me. I couldn’t tell anything from the stats on a form. DId they have a sense of humor? Did they apply themselves? The list of questions was endless. Finally, I decided to recruit from my stable of boyfriends.”
“It did not go over well. No one wanted to be responsible for the kid. No one believed they would remain anonymous. And when I thought about it, I didn’t want to know who the father was either. So I decided to have a random group of them attempt impregnate me”
“After some heavy negotiating I got legal documents together, five of them agreed to it.”
“Five of them... how many boyfriends did you have?”
“More than five,” she said menacingly.
“Moving right along. Brian...”, she pointed to the taller guy in the middle, “pointed out, correctly, that whoever was first would be most likely to be the father. Randomness would not be assured. He was a Math major... eventually switched to computer science.”
Mom, pause and sighed. “So... we agreed they’d all do it out once.” She said rapidly.
I looked at the men as I let that sink in. They were of a type, generally tall or at least lanky, strong jaws and winning smiles. Good teeth. They looked on top of the world. None of them looked like me. I wondered.. “So is this picture from before or after they gangbanged me into existence?” I wasn’t certain if I was offended or not.
Mom cringed. “Before,” she said.
“Details.” My gaze was unyielding, she gulped.
“Ummm, we met back on campus in August before school started. I rented an apartment for the year and we ah.. all got together right around the time I would be ovulating. They blindfolded me so I wouldn’t know who came first. It was my first time with more than one guy believe it or not. I don’t know if it was the group sex or conceiving you, but it was the time of my life.” She laughed, “after the first time, we all agreed we should do it again just to be sure it took. I was pregnant on the first try I could tell (don’t ask). But we kept at it every other day for two weeks.”
Mom blushed, looking down. She continued, “I don’t have any regrets. I had a blast, and I got you out of the deal. I see my friends now struggling to find the right person and to settle down with and have kids.” She shook her head. “I made the right decision for me and I’ve always loved you.”
“Can I look them up?” I asked.
“No honey, that’s part of the contract,” she said shaking her head. “You can look them up when you’re of age. Besides, two of them are dead. Truck driver asleep at the wheel.”
Suddenly I was sad. Mom hugged me fiercely. “Ok, sweetie, we’ll talk in the morning. I’m getting this cathouse smell off me and going to bed.”
Mom made a special large breakfast that morning. Onion and feta omelettes, bacon and fresh OJ with toasted french baguettes and jam on the side. I was starving. We made small talk. An hour later we raided the Victoria’s Secrets in Union square replacing my underwear collection. Mom said these would be the day to day stuff, not the special items. They looked pretty special to me.
We spent some time in Nordstrom and Macy’s getting me geared for the remainder of the year and college. Mom selected several sets of sports bra’s and sporty panties for me.
Near dusk Mom dragged me into this tiny lingerie boutique in North Beach. O God, the clothes in that place. We spent two hours trying on several lines of bra’s and nighties. I chose two sets in the end. One was a deep crimson demi-bra and pantie set with incredibly feminine floral pattern. The other was a black bra, garter, thong and hoes with stark modern lines and sheer panels that somehow came off as both feminine and powerful. Mom added pair of black strapless sandal stilettos that matched both lingerie sets.
I was in shock as we walked out. Everything was five hundred dollars. Each. I’d been shy about confronting Mom at the register but now I turned on her. She blew me off, saying “You have to splurge on some things. Besides, you deserve it.” I asked her if this was a bribe. She correctly pointed out, “for what?”
Finally she lectured, “Learn a few things from this. The first is, buy shoes for multiple outfits. The second is, there are two types of women’s lingerie. His and hers. I hope you know which is which.”
I did now.
We ate dinner at Greens. Over dinner and wine (no one asked for my ID) Mom and I exchanged questions and answers. Mom was curious about my burgeoning sex life. She got me to talk about things, to shape them really, in ways I’d never even thought about them. And looking back now, I realize she was very neutral with questions, never leading me on. Questions like “how did you feel about the makeover?” or “tell me how you were careful.” The approach got me to open up and talk about feelings but also to direct my own course.
Her first question was, “tell me everything you did last night.”
I told her about the whole evening in brief rushed sentences. “I was in disguise so I did whatever I wanted. First I picked these three guys. Then after the phone call I let them have my ass. I wouldn’t let them cum on my face. After we parted I took on another three guys but one at a time and in semi-public areas. I gave about ten anonymous blow jobs. Finally, back at home I went down on Andy, even though he didn’t deserve it, and let him blow all over my face.”
We were seated in a corner next to the big windows looking out onto the Marina. The couple seated next to us stopped talking. The man, fortyish with greying hair, looked at me with unabashed desire. His date, or wife, a pillowy frump cleared her throat and kicked him under the table. They resumed talking loudly studiously ignoring us. Mom shrugged then deconstructed the evening question by question.
She was most interested in how I felt and how I chose my partners. She payed special attention the guys after the musketeers. Why the blue devil and not the other guys who tried. Why number 11? What would happen if another guy showed up after number 11?
Finally, I just came out and said it. “I really liked how all of it made me feel. First the outfit, which let me tell you, got a lot of attention. Then the results of the attention it got. I could pick and choose who I played with and how they played with me. Everyone knew what I was doing. It made me feel... raw... exposed... and so wet.”
“There is a word for that.”
“Yeah, Cindy?” I looked at the couple next to us, not wanting them to know our relationship.
“Slutty,” she said. “You’re a slut and you love it.”
My pussy flooded at that. I couldn’t believe my own mother called me a slut. I told her as much. But it turns out she feels the same way you do about it. The more sluts the better. She called it “being like a man.”
Making a face at us both the frump and her husband threw money onto the table and left. Mom and I laughed like teenagers.
In the end I grilled Mom on her past. What I learned was, she’d had quite the reputation in high school. She’d started having sex later by local standards but instead of keeping to one boy, she unabashedly dated and fucked whomever she wanted. Eventually, she’d resorted to dating college men to avoid the social backlash. She liked men, but felt no romantic involvement with anyone she dated. She liked women too.
After she got back from maternity leave, I guess you’d call it, she resumed her relationships with the ‘five fathers’ and dropped the other men in her life. She did form attachments to them and they had meaningful friendships. And lots of sex. She still corresponds occasionally with the remaining three but never mentions me.
I asked her about the sex club. She’d joined it when we first moved to the Bay Area. But only attended when I was away visiting the grandparents. A man she’d been dating invited her, he thought she would get a kick out of it. Women were members for free and men had to pay huge amounts of money to get in unless they brought a woman with them. She was his ticket, essentially.
Mom loved the anonymity and the decadence of it all. Over all the production values were high. While the men and women didn’t look like models, they did have to dress or undress appropriately. Likewise, the sets and skits and so on were well produced. Skits were often auditioned before board members who approved to disapproved them. For what was essentially a sex romp, it sounded remarkably uptight.
Her first time at the club was the “Tux and sluts” variety, as she called it. The rules were, Tux wearers got to give orders. Some women wore Tuxes. It’s how she met Maggie. Tuxedo Maggie took one look at Mom, stripped her down and leashed her. Mom’s date didn’t mind. By the end of the evening at Maggie’s orders she’d given head to dozens of well dressed men and some of the undressed men. She’d licked Maggie to orgasm. She was beside herself with need but Maggie wouldn’t relent. At the last Maggie took her to a room, bent her over a leather “horse” and a line of men fucked her. Mom had no idea how many. Maggie took her home. They became friends and occasional lovers.
“I knew then, I loved being a slut,” she admitted. “What’s more, I liked being commanded.”
With that the conversation turned to mundane subjects. That night at home, I masturbated thinking about being collared and commanded. I wondered what being with a woman would be like.
There was no blow back from ‘Trish’ being at the party. Andy even got a boost in reputation for bringing his hot cousin to the party. I got to hear about my own exploits vicariously, mostly via 36 and 11. It was interesting to hear the story from a male perspective. Claire hadn’t told anyone and I never heard or saw the three musketeers again.
Clayton really liked the slutty school girl uniform. I wore it on a number of occasions, usually as a reward for a game well played or, needlessly, for a acing a test. He fucked me blind on those occasions.
Over the course of the school year, I fell into a comfortable routine of school, study, fun days with Mom, Judo, therapy (for a while), exercise and fucking Clayton. We didn’t try to hide it from Mom but we didn’t flaunt it either. Mom imparted bits of wisdom about career, college, women and men along with tips on makeup and fashion at every opportunity. She seemed determined I should be ahead of the curve. I was already graduating ahead of scheduled so wasn’t I already ahead?
I’d like to say prom, my seventeenth birthday and post-graduation parties were off the hook, crazy orgies. But the truth is nothing happened. I didn’t even go to prom. The birthday party was a small affair.
I made Valedictorian. My speech was muched loved for its brevity, if nothing else.
I picked up a slightly new routine after getting back from vacation after graduation.
Clayton and I got together less often but for longer. Usually we met for a run in the afternoon followed by barebacked sex in the evening. I was on the pill and while neither of us were monogamous, we agreed to be only fuck each other bareback. Clayton usually made it out of the house before Mom got off shift.
One morning, after a particularly heavy evening of fucking, we woke to Mom’s voice. Breakfast was ready. She’d usually have a bit of breakfast as spend a few hours talking to me or working out before sacking out for the day. Clayton was a bit tense at being caught, but once he saw me and Mom taking it easy, he relaxed and enjoyed the meal. He even flirted with Mom a bit.
Mom changed her habits, too. She started being much more open about her dating schedule and I even saw some of her men. She also took me raving along with Maggie. This was before the dot-bomb. Every new thing was bigger, better, and bolder than the last new thing. Burning Man was just making it into the collective consciousness. Somehow Mom or Maggie had a number they could call. A message on the other end would give instructions to the next rave. Raves and late shift work were a lot alike. Mom and Maggie had no problem keeping up or staying up.
When no rave was available we’d go clubbing. I used an old ID of my mom’s. Either the makeup made me look older or no one gave a damn. Either way two women with the same name and address made it past the doorman each night.
Mom wasn’t subtle. This was all a big lesson. She was teaching me how to deal with men, parties, drugs and alcohol. I already knew how to deal with just men and alcohol: get it from the bartender or directly from the source or drink water. As for the drugs... that was crazy. We had so many offers to “do a line” or “drop this” or whatever. Mom and Maggie somehow handled it without ever saying ‘no’. They treated these men like they were vipers. Easing away slowly without taking their eyes off them.
They treated the “Are you ladies alone” crowd with outright disdain. Inevitably we’d hook up with the musketeers of the world: young, friends, and full of fun. How Mom ended up with Phil became more and more of a mystery.
Two events changed the course of that summer forever.
The first occurred after a night at a club. We’d ended up with these three cute guys at a bar in the Groin (slang for a section of SOMA just below the Tenderloin)
. We got a big rounded booth in a corner with floor to ceiling curtains. After drinks arrived, the waitress closed the curtains muting the thumping bass and leaving us in low lit privacy. Before long we were all necking and making out. As I buzzed off margarita and endorphins from necking, I failed to notice Mom and Mags mounting their men.
My guy had to stop me from kissing him long enough for me to notice. I was dumbfounded. Mom was fucking a guy right in front of me. Her skirt was around her waist. Her guy had pushed her top and bra down while he sucked her nipples. Apparently she had no panties on. She arched her back looking up in ecstasy. I popped a condom out of my purse. “Personal Jesus” was playing in the background. My guy got his pants down in two down beats. I was mounted on him in four.
After, we all sat slumped in the seats with satisfied drunk looks on our faces. Mom didn’t even bother replacing her top. She sat topless looking content, nodding to the beat.
The night was young. Back at dude number one’s apartment, we played “strip, truth or dare.” The rules were to tell the truth or do a dare. You stripped something if you refused the selected task. Everyone chose dares to truth. I suppose, no one cared about personal details. The sexual charge in the air was palpable.
On their turns Mom and Maggie always dared a guy to kiss another guy or suck or fuck him for a minute. The men always chose to stip something. Whatever the men dared, we did. Before long there were three naked men and three smug mostly clothed women.
Once naked the men switched from titillation to satisfaction. Dare like, “flash us your tits” became, “let me play with your tits for a minute.”
The men could see the resemblance between us. Eventually one of them dared mom or kiss “her baby sister”. She insisted we were cousins. That is a line we’d use a lot throughout the summer. In the end, much to my shock, she kissed me. It was long and weird and powerful. Mom was the first girl I ever kissed and she amazed. She pulled back a bit after she’d completed the requirement. But I leaned forward and put my mouth over her lips for a few finishing, mewling kisses. The men cheered. Maggie’s eyes were round as saucers.
The next guy dared Maggie to eat Mom, who was naked from the waste down at that point. She brought Mom to a rousing orgasm.
Mom and Maggie got to watch me deep throat the longest guy on a dare. Maggie cheered me on. Mom, dared the guy to cum on my slutty face. He did. I came, too.
Maggie, overstepping some boundary, darred Mom to lick it off my face. She pulled her top off instead. I sat through a few more dares before Mom was dared to lick the cum off my by one of the guys. This time she did it.
Mom leaned over and licked a bit of cum off my cheek then kissed me, sharing it. Then she licked more and kissed. This went on for a while. No one cheered or said a word. We sat back when she was done looking at four awed, horny faces. Suddenly it was a free for all. The three guys ended up fucking us until sun rise. Mom and Maggie and I ate breakfast at Bagdad Cafe in total shocked silence.
The second significant event was indiscretion. I had the right to tell Clayton about Halloween night, but not about Mom. I don’t know why he waited until summer to ask. The specific thing I should have left out, knowing that Clayton liked flirting with Mom, was the bit about Maggie leashing and commanding her. And I certainly shouldn’t have told him about truth or dare.
Clayton knew exactly what to do with that information.
Clayton initiated what I later saw as a campaign to fuck both of us. He began by asking a lot of personal sexual questions relating to Halloween or Mom. Then, when he realized I was comfortable about the whole thing, he escalated benignly, asking me if I minded when he flirted with Mom. Of course I said no. Hell he flirted remorselessly when we ran together. Why would I mind?
Later, in the middle of sex, he asked me if I’d mind it if he fucked Mom. I was just a little wary of answering that one. He teased me by withhold orgasm. I teased back asking, “random or regular.” He admitted she’d be a regular. Finally I admitted it would be hot and exploded with a screaming orgasm.
I’d like to say I had no idea what that would lead to. But I knew better. I expected his final question: “would you join us?” I remember my pussy flushed with warmth. I solemnly nodded. Was I going to fuck my mother?
One July morning I woke to the familiar smell of bacon. It had been a late night with Clayton. I reached over for Clayton but found only a warm spot in the sheets. Showered before going downstairs, I found Clayton and Mom flirting. She liked flirting as much as he did. This was not unusual. For some time Clayton had been getting up ahead of me and flirting with Mom. I suspected he was working on her like he did me, only without teasing orgasms.
This morning I could see exactly how much Mom liked it. Her nipples showed through her green scrubs. When did she take her bra off, I wondered? They greeted me when I made it down the last step. Clayton even got me some OJ. Mom served omelettes and bacon and toast.
Halfway through the meal, Clayton looked directly at me appraisingly. Mom, I could see, was still smuggling raisins. Clayton turned to Mom and said, “Cynthia, this is an amazing meal.” He’d never called her Cynthia in front of me before. She thanked him. He asked rhetorically, “Know what would make it better?” She shook her head, naively chewing. “If you took that top off and showed us your beautiful breasts.”
Everyone but Clayton froze. He put a piece of bacon in his mouth and chewed it thoughtfully. Mom swallowed loudly. My eyes were round and saucers. Mom looked at me, then at Clayton. Clayton, said in a firm pleasant voice, “Do it Cynthia.”
Mom straightened her back. I thought she was about to refuse and blow a gasket. Instead she crossed arms at her waist, grabbed the bottom of her scrubs and pulled them off. She tossed them aside and resumed eating without comment. She sat topless, braless in our kitchen at the command of a boy my age.
I knew Clayton’s imperious manner was attractive to many, even men. But I’d never imagined it used like this. My pussy absolutely gushed. Suddenly I very badly wanted Clayton’s cock in my pussy. Nothing else happened. After breakfast Mom went up to her room to sack out as usual, but she looked a little disappointed as she went up the stairs.
Mom, Maggie and I went clubbing as usual that weekend. Nothing noteworthy happened.
Clayton and I talked about what happened, later. He wouldn’t tell me what he planned but clearly he had a plan. I claimed I was OK with everything so far. In reality I wasn’t sure. I didn’t want to fuck up my relationship with Clayton or with Mom. I masturbated a lot, thinking about what could happen.
The following Tuesday morning however, I woke after Clayton once again. I showered and trooped down stairs, eager to see what Clayton got Mom to do this time. She was nude. An naked, she served Clayton a plate of eggs and bacon. She served me some too, then herself.
I was a little shocked but I sat and ate. Mom sat on the edge of her chair to eat, back straight. Clayton said, “Spread your legs, slut.” She did without a moments hesitation. Embarrassingly, I spread my legs too but no one noticed. We both flushed crimson with slutty delight and began eating, chins held high. Clayton didn’t realize he had us both at his command.
Clayton waited about half way through the meal before He spoke again. Minute by minute my pussy had gotten wetter. I assumed Mom’s was doing the same. Finally, Clayton leaned over looking at Mom’s displayed pussy and said, “Looks she needs a trim, too. What do you think, Alex?”
I blushed deeply, thinking about the trim job he gave me, but I nodded.
“Alex, why don’t you go for a run or something. I need to take care of Cindy, here.” Clayton took Mom’s hand walked her up the stairs into her room and slammed the door. Mom’s pleased expression left no doubt about her feelings.
I was not pleased, on the other hand. Separated from the fun, I suddenly knew exactly what I wanted. Sort of. Maybe. But I went for a run like a good little girl. Hours later I returned to a silent house. Mom lay dead asleep and Clayton was gone.
The following morning Mom and I talked over breakfast.
“You’re pissed,” she began. “Clayton said you wouldn’t be. I thought you two talked about it.”
I was pissed. “I can’t believe you just let him take you up to your room!” I was being irrationally but somehow couldn’t stop myself.
Mom gave me a searching look. Finally she said, “he took me up, he told you to go.” She shrugged, “you could have said something. Why didn’t you.”
“I wanted...” could I admit this?
“What, honey. At this point I think we can be honest with each other.”
“I wanted you... to take me up, too.” I blushed. Weirdly, the admission did not excite me. My pussy lay silent for this one.
“Ok, sweetie, I’m sure that’s what Clayton wants.” Mom phrased it oddly, as if she and I didn’t have a say in it, when we clearly had all the say. I shrugged. She changed the subject.
“You were right,... he grooms well” she said coyly. Finally I smiled.
I grilled her about what happened but she kept her lips sealed, for a change.
Wednesday we discovered I was a better long distance runner than Clayton. I was still angry at him so I stepped my pace up. Clayton tried to keep up with me. In the end He begged me to slow down. I looked down at his sweating, heaving, bowed form and asked, “What happened with Cindy?”
He began laughing and hyperventilating. Finally he calmed down enough to talk. “I walked down stairs in the morning to Cindy making breakfast. Just to see what would happen, I asked her to take off her scrubs. She ignored me. Then I told her too. She froze like a deer in the headlights. And she shucked ‘em.” He laughed again. Not cruelly. “I gotta say, if there is a slut gene, you two would be a good group to study.”
I snorted. “I meant, what happened after I left.”
“Well, remember our first time?” he asked. “A lot like that except she didn’t clean me up, you know, with her mouth.”
“Are you planning on staying the night again tonight?” I asked.
“Do you want me to?” I nodded.
Thursday morning I woke up quite late. When I got down stairs, the table was set. plates full and Mom and Clayton were already eating. Mom sat, in the same position as last time, but her pussy was bald as mine. My pussy flushed at the sight.
I declared a good morning to everyone and sat as if nothing were odd. Subconsciously, I mirrored Mom’s seating position, edge of chair, arched back, legs apart, but clothed.
Clayton looked at me and without preamble commanded, “Take that T-shirt off, Alex” I did. Now I was naked too. My pussy buzzed with heat. My nipples puckered and hardened. I sat, anticipating what would happen next. I think Mom did too.
After he finished, Clayton stood looking over us. We looked up at him demurely. He smiled, a king in front of his concubines. For the rest of the summer, that is exactly what we were.
“Cynthia, Alex” he asked, suddenly seriously. “I need to hear you say it.”
Mom and I looked at eachother then at him, confused. “You know what we’re about to do. Say ‘no’ now if you want to stop.”
Brazenly, Mom asked, “I’m not sure what we’re about to do, can you tell us?” She smiled at him coyly enjoying putting him on the spot. Making him say it.
Clayton laughed, “Sure, Cynthia. I’m going to take you and your daughter any way I want at the same time. Is that ok?”
Mom looked at me and smiled. “Sure,” she said, looking into my eyes.
Clayton continued, “And I’m going to make the two of you fuck each other, too. Are you OK with that?” Mom’s eyes dilated as my pussy gushed. We both smiled and nodded up at him.
Clayton seemed to relax. “Cindy, I hear you kissed Alex the other night.”
Mom flushed and nodded, looking back at me. Now she knew I’d told Clayton about Halloween and about truth or dare. “Well, I’d like to see that.”
Mom looked at me carefully as if asking permission one last time. I nodded. She stood, bent over the table and planted a soft chased kiss on my cheek.
Clayton slapped her ass. “Do it like you mean it.” Mom turned my head and kissed me on the other cheek, snorting with laughter. He slapped her ass again. “Kiss her on the lips, with tongue.” She did. Her kissed as well sober as drunk. My pussy contracted with need, as if it envied my lips.
Clayton disrobed and shoved his cock into Mom in one stroke, no condom. She pulled away from my lips to let out a moan, “Clayton, you have a beautiful cock.”
“What about protection,” I asked.
“And you two are the only women I’ve ever fucked without one,” Clayton added. “Now Cindy, give your daughter and hand job.”
Mom laughed and said, “I don’t think that’s what they call it.” Nevertheless Mom reached down and played delicately with my labia and clit. She knew what she was doing. I guess she and Maggie practiced a lot. We resumed kissing, tongues exploring each other’s mouths, her fingers stimulating me but studiously preventing my climax. We spent some time like that until finally Mom came on Clayton’s cock.
“Cindy, let’s take this to your room,” he said.
We were upstairs in less than sixty seconds.
“Sit on the edge of the bed, I want to see who’s better at this,” Clayton commanded.
We did as he asked, sitting thigh to thigh, her arm around my back and mine over her shoulder. Clayton presented me with his glistening cock, still wet from Mom’s juices. Without a word or using my hands I took his softening pussy-slicked cock in my mouth and then into my throat. I could taste Mom on him, she tasted a lot like I do.
“Christ sweetie, I thought you might be exaggerating when you said you could deep throat,” Mom said. I hummed as Clayton hardened and plowed my throat. We’d both been doing this for a long time now. We knew each other’s patterns. Finally he pulled out of me. I watched as he presented his cock to Mom. She kept her lips closed. Clayton, butted the head against her lips, circling them slowly. Finally, he forced it in, thrusting with two hands pinning her head. She took it almost to the hilt then finally let it into her throat. She gagged a bit. Tears came to her eyes. It was hot to watch.
“I can take more cock than you, Mom.”
Clayton spent several minutes going back and forth between us. Finally, I could see he neared the edge. Clayton said, “Get on you knees and take my cum.”
From long practice, I slid off the edge of the bed onto my knees and looked up, mouth slightly open. Soon after, Mom did the same, putting her face next to mine. With our spread legs granting access, I massaged Mom’s clit with my right thumb and stuffed a finger into her pussy, waiting for Clayton to unload on my upturned face. Mom stroked my ass with one hand and my pussy with the other.
“Cynthia, close your mouth a little. I don’t want to miss your face,” he spoke between exertions.
“Cum on our faces, honey.” I said.
He did. I came too. I don’t know if Mom did but she moaned a lot as Clayton spread his load around on our faces. He came buckets. There was cum everywhere.
“Wow,” was all Mom said as I came down from my orgasm. I lay against the bed, one eye glued shut with cum. Clayton sat back on the floor. Mom stroked my leg in comfort.
“Cindy, show your daughter how a woman pleases another woman,” Clayton said.
Mom leaned into my field of vision. Her face was plastered. She turned and leaned in kissing me and licking the cum around my mouth. I did the same for her. After she was cleaned up a bit, Mom pushed back away from me, spread my legs and put her face in my bald pusy. Clayton had a good view of her exposed ass and pussy and she kneeled over to her duty.
I have to say, Cindy gives better head than Clayton. Even sensitive after an orgasm, Mom managed, with tongue and finger, to coax me up to a plateau. Once there she drove me along it occasionally letting me peak into small orgasms.
After a few orgasms, Clayton placed his hand on Mom’s pussy, manipulating her to a plateau of her own. Soon we were both cumming together in waves. I wasn't sure what Clayton was doing back there but it sure got Mom rolling.
Clayton eventually pulled up and shoved his cock in her from behind. She sat up a bit to allow him better access. His hand was still on her ass. I had and idea what he planned next.
“Is there some lube around here?” Mom and I both pointed at her side table. “Well, Cindy, if you want to take it in the ass, you better get up and bring it here.”
Mom pulled her mouth off my pussy and rose up onto her arms. Clayton demanded, “Well do you want it in the ass or not?” Mom, blushed. But she slid off of his cock and went to get the lube.
“Get back to work on you daughter,” Clayton said, when she’d handed it to him. He resumed fucking my mother as she got into position. He lubed her ass and then his thumb and stuffed it in her. I came again as she broke her rhythm with her tongue.
After a few minutes, he pulled out of her pussy and pushed firmly against her ass, not penetrating. I pulled Mom up onto her arms so I could see the expression on her face as she took his cock.
“Ask for it,” Clayton demanded.
Mom hesitated. He smacked her ass. “Please,” she said. “Fuck my ass.” Clayton pushed into her. She let out a howl of pain and joy. He began pumping. I watched her face as she milked his cock.
Thinking back to Halloween I asked, “Mom, is your ass full of cock?” Mom shuddered and closed her eyes in ecstasy.
“Oh, God, It is sweetie. There is a big cock in my ass and I’m cumming.” I leaned forward and kissed her. She was milking his cock with her ass, I could tell by the look on Clayton’s face.
Finally, Clayton slapped Mom’s ass and pulled out of her. Mom stopped kissing me and sat up on her feet. He walked up beside me, looking at me meaningfully. “Clean me up, slut,” he commanded.
I rose up on spread knees and played with my pussy as I opened my mouth for Clayton. He pushed just the tip of his cock in my mouth. I suckled it.
“Mmm, cherry flavored,” I said.
Clayton shoved the cock all the way into my throat. I took it all working his shaft with my tongue.
Mom moaned, “Christ, honey. You are one dirty whore.” I started coming uncontrollably. My own Mom called me a whore and I liked it. It was a better word than slut somehow, though I think not as true.
“Cindy, Alex and I fucked our first night,” he said while pumping into my mouth. “Then after, She amazed me by letting me take her in the ass. After I came. She blew my mind but cleaning off my cock with her mouth, getting me hard again, deepthroating me and letting me spew onto her face.”
Mom was playing with herself vigorously. Clayton slowed his pumps. Taking the signal, I slowed down on his cock. “Alex, what did you say after I came on you?”
I remember how I felt more than what I said, “I felt new and refreshed.”
“Why was that?”
“Because I’d overcome... bad things... because I knew was sex was supposed to be, now.”
“Hot, exciting and fun,” I said. Mom had a serious look on her face suddenly. Like she was sad. Her hands still played a tune on her labia, though.
“And what do you feel now?” Things were getting serious. I didn’t want them too. I looked at Mom, bent legs spread, idly playing with herself.
“I feel like fucking Mom with a cock, if I had one.” It was the first thing that came to mind. Clayton, barked a laugh. Mom smiled sweetly.
Mom got up and kissed Clayton and hugged him. She said, “I’m really glad you were her first. And thank you for not making her a one night stand.” She kissed him again, then lifted me up for a hug. It was really sweet and emotional. “Are you OK,” she asked.
“Yeah, Mom. I’m great.” And then I added, “and horny. Can we bond later?” She nodded.
“Get on the bed,” Clayton commanded me. I got up with knees spread on the edge in the doggy style. Clayton applied lube to my ass and worked a thumb in. Then he removed his thumb and pushed the head of his cock against my asshole. It felt huge without enough prep.
I whimpered, “please take is slow.” He did. With a single minute long push he buried himself deep in my ass. Mom sat on the bed and put hands up to my clit and labia.
“Oh, Mom, he’s so deep in my ass.” She inserted two fingers into my pussy from below. “Fuck my pussy, Mom.”
I gripped the cock in my ass in rhythm with Mom’s fingers. Mom proved proficient again. She had me riding another orgasm. Soon enough the double stimulation brought me to a screaming orgasm.
Clayton pulled out of my ass without cumming and I fell onto the bed. He looked at Mom expectantly.
“Well clean up your daughter’s mess, slut.” Mom shrugged and took his cock into her mouth. When she’d clean him completely, he grabbed her head and fucked her throat for a bit. Mom gagged and teared up.
He finally pulled off of her. Without instruction, Mom bent over on the bed and offered her ass to Clayton. He mounted her pussy and rode her to mutual orgasms as I watched.
It was funny watching their expressions change throughout the session. I giggled as they neared the brink. They looked at me oddly. I said, “watching people fuck is hilarious. everyone is so serious and they're doing these ridiculous things in the nude.”
Clayton and Mom both smiled at that. Mom said, “Clayton, cum in my happy pussy.” After a minute he did.
Clayton and Mom made me lick the cum out of her pussy. Honestly I couldn’t tell what was his cum or her fluids. It was all creamy. Mom helped me with some pointers. As she put it, “So some poor girl in college won't think you suck.” She and Clayton found that funny.
We fucked on and off until nearly noon. Finally, Mom just fell asleep while Clayton and I were going at it solo. We covered her up and left her there, face still covered in cum.
Mom and I didn’t do anything on our own. And Clayton never did anything with just Mom again, at least not that summer. He also didn’t take control like that again. We also didn’t get naked at breakfast anymore. Mom wasn’t always up for a good fuck after a particularly hard shift. Clayton would ask ‘Cindy’ if she’d like to play. If Mom shook her head that would be it. Clayton cooked a lot of the breakfasts, hoping it would get Cindy in the mood.
Mom laid down the law on anal/oral contact. It was a strict no-no unless things were prepped correctly. She gave me instruction on how and what to do. I’d always wondered what that rubber bag with the long rubber hose in her vanity was for. Turns out, enemas. Ewwww.
Clayton and Mom and I spent a lot of time in bed the rest of summer. Maggie, Mom and I continued to club and rave about every other weekend or sometimes twice on the same weekend. Usually it was just dancing and flirting. Occasionally, I gave a blow job in a booth or outside a bar.
Sooner than I wanted it too, August arrived and I left for Georgetown. Kevin and Alex
Kevin whistled, “Holy shit Alex. Thank you for trusting me with that.”
Alex shrugged. “You don’t think I’m awful?”
“No Alex,” he said, holding her hand. “But I’m not taking that look from your Mom again.”
Alex smiled and sighed in relief.
Kevin asked, “So... did you two...”
“Just that summer and the next. Christmas break too.” Alex hesitated. “We did it a few times after that, without Clayton. Mostly after clubbing.” She leaned back, recalling more. “Once, just before law school she and I went on Vacation to Hawaii. Six guys rented the condo next to ours. After the first night of flirting with them, Mom and I just walked around naked. We fucked them all and each other.”
“But we haven’t done it in years.”
“So if I commanded you to...”
“I’d say the safe word.”
“Which one?” Kevin asked.
“I’m not sure,” she said thoughtfully. “If she’s giving you the stink eye, I don’t think I’ll need to say a thing.”
“Well, would you mind it if I fucked her?”
“You sound like Clayton,” she said, annoyed and worried. “I’m not sure it’s a good idea. I love you and I want more from you than I wanted from Clayton.”
Kevin understood. “I love you too. And thank you. Now, I’m going to make some food.” He kissed Alex, thinking of the engagement ring in his sock drawer, resisting the urge to pop the question right now.
Alex said, “I think I’ll take a swim.”
-- Alex and Kevin’s adventures will continue.
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