I stand at the top of the stairs, watching Katie as she picks up her bag and slams the front door behind her. I worry that I’ve gone too far. An icy chill styles over me as I begin to imagine Katie running to Aoife, sobbing openly as she describes how I tied her to the bed and fucked her ass with a strap-on dildo.

By the time Aoife and Clodagh come bursting in the door in time for tea, I’ve worked myself up into a paranoid frenzy. I’m just about to confess everything and throw myself on Clodagh's, Aoife’s, anyone's mercy but when I see by the smiling looks on their faces, I realise that they don’t know anything.

Aoife is too busy moaning about her mean coach at camogie practice and that Katie wasn’t at school to notice as I wrap my arms around Clodagh and pull her into a long, deep, passionate kiss.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“What’s brought this on?” She giggles. “Not that I’m complaining, mind you.”

After dinner, with Aoife safely ensconced in her room, Clodagh and I decide on an early night. I stand with my back against the bedroom door and watch my wife undress. She faces me and slowly unbuttons her blouse. She has a twinkle in her eye and is biting her bottom lip as she tugs her blouse out of the waistband of her trousers. It hangs open, revealing the coral pink bra with lace trim. She pops the button and pushes her trousers down over her hips. Her boyshorts are navy. Memories of Katie’s boyshorts flash through my head, but I quickly brush them away. Clodagh is one of the few women I know who can make removing her trousers look effortless. I always end up standing on one leg while trying to pull my foot out and looking gangly and ungainly. Clodagh, however, just seems to step out of the puddle of material on the floor and walks towards me.

When she reaches me, she throws her arms around me and whispers in my ear, “I think you’re overdressed.”

“Mmmhmmm, I think you’re right.”

I kiss her softly on the mouth, gazing into her beautiful big eyes. Her tongue teases lightly into my mouth, flickering against mine. I can feel my heart pounding in my ears. When I taste her, my nipples instantly erect. My cunt is throbbing.

She slides her hands gently up and down my arms. With her head tilted, she starts to kiss and nibble on my neck and behind my ear. Her hands gripping my arms a little tighter as she caresses my neck with her lips and tongue. She pushes my arms up before reaching for the hem of my jumper and tugs it over my head.

I whimper and moan as I feel her lips on me, arching my head back, offering myself to her as my own hands stroke her hips. Her head pulls back and gazes into my face, I feel a blush rise to my face when she whispers, “You are so beautiful, so soft, so delicious.”

She leans forward and places light kisses along my collarbones and down on to my sternum, breathing in deeply as she does so. I gasp and squirm. Her touch is exquisite, every caress sending pulses direct to my core. I melt as I gaze into her big eyes. I feel my breath catch.

Her hands reach round to unhook my bra and let my breasts fall from the cups. Stepping back, she takes me in. Fingers trace over my breasts before cupping them both and squeezing lightly. My lips part, my mouth opens, and a feral groan of desire escapes me. “Please,” I whimper.

She grins, lowering her head and taking my left nipple into her mouth, her tongue teases in circles before sucking against me with her teeth grazing. Her hand drops and pushes up and under my skirt, pressing against my damp panties and applying pressure before she bites my nipple.

“Fuck,” I gasp as her teeth clamp, knowing she can feel another gush of wetness into my already ruined panties. Panting, I press against her hand. She sinks to her knees and pushes my skirt down over my hips and slides her face against my panties, growling against my mound. The vibrations pulse against me. I feel her fingers loop in the waistband and then she slides them down to join my skirt around my ankles whilst pushing her face into my pussy. I hear her breathing in my scent and then she is pushing her tongue between my lips urgently and hungrily.

I silently thank the god I don’t believe in that I showered after Katie left. I gaze down, watching Clodagh kneeling as her tongue sends ripples through me. With her mouth clamping over my clit, her hand slides up my thigh and then she’s pushing two fingers inside me, curving them forward as she sucks against my clit while humming lightly.

My knees begin to shake as she pleasures me. Every touch of her tongue excites me further. Her fingers stretch me as she caresses my spot, causing it to build. Her fingers work faster now, pushing up and into me. She alternates between curving forward and pulsing against my spot and scissoring sideways, stimulating all my walls. We can both hear my wetness squelch against her. My clit throbs with her tongue flicking against it as she sucks and laps at me. She’s looking up at me as she works, watching my face, watching my eyes glaze over.

My body pulses. My juices flood and mark her face as I drip more and more. She fucks me, her eyes gazing up, willing me to cum for her, to cum on her. I reach the point of no return. The scissoring inside me sends spasms through me. I arch my back and explode on her face.

I collapse back against the door, moaning little whimpered pants as I look at her face coated in my cum. She slows. Her fingers slide out and she rolls her head, lapping up my mess as my juices and cum drip into her mouth. She kisses my clit one last time before releasing and looking up.

“You look fucking exquisite when you cum.”

“Oh god, Clodagh.” My heart is still pounding. “You are too delicious for words.”

Rising up, she cups my chin. She kisses me tenderly, then looks into my eyes. “I know, so don’t you forget it.” Then she smiles and kisses me again.

Seven o'clock comes around too soon. Our early night hadn’t resulted in much sleep.We’d both cum twice before finally snuggling together and drifting off. Now we are back in the midst of domestic drudgery as we fight for the toilet and shower.

I’m in the kitchen, buttering a piece of toast when Aoife wanders in.

“Can I go to a party on Friday night?”

I roll my eyes. Even though it’s only Wednesday, the weekend negotiations have already started. I look at Clodagh who shrugs, leaving me to be the bad cop, as usual.

“I don’t know. Where is it?”

“It’s Shaun from school, Mum. It’s his birthday. He only lives around the corner from Katie. We’ll be fine.”

“I guess...”

“Great, I’ll let Katie know I’ll stay with her on Friday night.” She grabs her phone and starts to message before I can even open my mouth to reply.

“Bye guys, love you.”

The front door slams and Clodagh and I are alone.

“I’d better go too, darling.” She looks thoughtful. “Maybe we can do something special on Friday then, since Aoife’s going to be out anyway?”

She takes my nod as agreement and tells me she’ll book something as a surprise. Then she too is gone. I take a last swig of coffee, load the dishwasher and brush my hair. I’ve a bitch of a day with back-to-back tutorials and a team meeting to round off the afternoon. I check there’s a bottle of wine already chilling in the fridge and leave, too.

I’m first home on Friday afternoon. Clodagh won’t be home til after six and all she’s said is I need to be ready by seven and not to eat too much. I consider having a glass of wine but decide to hold off, in case I need to drive.

The kettle has just boiled when the front door opens and I hear voices. Aoife and Katie. I close my eyes. I haven’t seen Katie since she stormed out on Tuesday, and I wonder how she’ll react.

The two girls stroll into the kitchen. Katie’s school skirt has gotten shorter and the black tights are definitely not the regulation school uniform.

“Hello Mrs. O’Conner.” Her smile dazzles me. Her green eyes bore deep into me and I feel a blush rising.

“Hi Mummy, I’m just grabbing a change of clothes and then heading over to Katie’s. I couldn’t decide on an outfit this morning, so Katie’s here to advise.” My daughter turns to smile at her best friend. At the girl I’ve been secretly fucking for the past month.

“I’m just going to jump in the shower. Do you want a cup of tea while you wait?”

Katie smiles at me as Aoife turns and heads up the stairs. We stand and stare at each other in silence until we hear the bathroom door close and the shower turn on.

“Katie, I..” I start, but she steps forward and puts a finger on my lips.

“Don’t say a word, Mammy.”

She slides her hand down my leg and up under my skirt. Her hand cups my pussy, fingers brushing the lace knickers.

“You were bold, Mammy.’ Her green eyes sparkle with a malevolence I haven’t seen before.

“You hurt me, Mammy.” She squeezes my pussy.

“You called me a whore and fucked me in the ass. You took my anal virginity and it hurt, Mammy.”

“Katie, I..” Again she silences me with a sssh and puts a finger to my lips.

“Now you will listen to me, Mammy.” she wriggles her fingers under the lace fabric. Her fingers stroke my slit and I blush, knowing she can feel how this is making me wet. How she is turning me on, despite myself.

“You don’t get to decide what happens any more.” She forces two fingers inside me. Her soft delicate hand is thrust against me and she twists her wrist and begins to fuck me.

“You’re a very bad Mammy, aren’t you?”

Every word is punctuated with a thrust of her fingers deeper inside me.

I nod. My eyes watch her warily, even as my pathetic pussy betrays me. I know she can feel me squelch as she fucks me. Her fingers curl and uncurl inside me. She taps a tattoo on my spot. A military two step turning my brain to mush even as a small part of my brain listens out of either the shower being turned off or my wife arriving home.

She leans in closer. I can feel her lips on my neck as she whispers in my ear “Bad Mammies get punished, don’t they, Mammy?”

I groan. My breathing is ragged and I clutch at the worktop for support as she slams her fingers into me. It’s hard, relentless fucking and I can feel myself on the edge already. She’s a drug, and I can’t help myself around her.

“Just imagine what Aoife or Clodagh will say if they find out you’ve been fucking me. Fucking your daughter's best friend. Only sixteen years of age and you fucked her arse.”

Her thumb mashes my clit as she fucks me harder.

“If you don’t do as I say, Mammy, they will find out.” She pauses, seeing the stricken look on my face. “Now cum for me, Mammy. Show your little girl how dirty mammies cum.”

I nod and let the orgasm that has been building inside me consume me. I writhe, impaled on her hand as this little teen tart fucks me. Finally, I slump.

“Good girl,” she whispers, pulling her hand out of my panties and licking her fingers clean. We both glance up as we hear the shower turn off.

“I should go up and help Aoife get dressed. There’ll be plenty of boys there, so we want her to look her best, don’t we?”

I open my mouth to protest that Aoife doesn’t need to be attracting boys, but Katie’s look silences me. Instead, I watch her turn and sashay her way out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

When they come back down ten minutes later, I can’t help myself. I know I should keep my mouth shut, but when I see the outfit Katie has dressed Aoife in, I can’t stop myself.

“Oh my god, Aoife. Look at the shape of you. You can’t go out like that!”

“What?” She scowls at me. She stands, hands on hips, defiantly staring me out..

I look at the outfit again. The vest top looks a size too small. It’s so tight that I can tell by the outline of her bra that she’s wearing her black lace one. The black over the knee socks leave most of her thighs uncovered as the skirt should really be classed as a belt.

“You look like a prostitute.”

She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it again. Instead, she just turns and walks out the door. Katie gives me a pitying look, then follows.

When Clodagh comes home, she finds me still seething, though with half a bottle of wine in me, I’ve calmed down enough to tell her how Aoife was dressed.

“She sounds just like how someone I know used to dress.” She laughs as she kisses my nose. “She’s young, but she’s not stupid. She’ll be fine.” She spanks me on the ass. “Now get upstairs and get changed.”

The next day, we are having a lazy Saturday. Clodagh had taken me to a gorgeous new Tapas bar for dinner and after a few drinks, we’d gone home for a night of noisy uninterrupted sex. The carefully cleaned strap-on had been used by both of us and we’re now lying having a snuggle after a bout of wake-up sex.

We heard the front door slam and the clump clump of teenage feet stomping up the stairs. Clodagh calls out “We’re in here” and we wait for Aoife to open the door.

We can’t help giggling when she opens the door. Her hair is dishevelled and she looks like she hasn’t slept much.

“Good party?” I ask, smiling, thinking back to my own teenage years and the parties we used to have.

“Yeah, was alright, I suppose.”

“Meet anyone nice?”

She starts to shake her head when both Clodagh and I gasp.

Clodagh slips out of bed, pulling on her gown as I stare, openmouthed, at the bruise on Aoife’s neck.

“Oh, that’s a nice one. He must have been hungry.”

I watch the blush flood Aoife’s cheeks.

“So, what’s he like? When do we get to meet him?”

“Clodagh, don’t,” I intervene. Aoife looks like she is going to cry so I pull on my robe and give her a hug.

“It’s alright. We’ve all been there. Though you might want to wear a polo neck when you go out.”

Aoife nods, turns and heads to her room and I look at Clodagh and we both burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, I feel so old.” Clodagh puts her face in her hands. “Our wee girl off out and getting the face ate off her.”

“I know.” I sympathise while at the same time, remembering that Katie is the same age as Aoife and suddenly worry that some man was treating Aoife the same way I treated Katie.

“Come on, let’s get dressed and do something with the day rather than worry about our wee girl growing up.” I announce breezily to try and distract my thoughts.

“Do you think she’s safe? I mean, taking precautions.”

I stare at Clodagh. The thought of Aoife getting pregnant sends a cold chill through me.

“She will be. She’s sensible.” Am I reassuring Clodagh or myself, I wonder.

“Maybe you need to have the pill discussion with her?”

“Why me? Why can’t you?”

“Rock paper Scissors?”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Clodagh,” but already my hand is curling into a fist as my brain selects rock.

“You’re right,” Clodagh agrees. “We can do this together.”

I nod, relieved.

We hesitate outside Aoife’s room before Clodgah knocks and opens the door. We both file in and smile as Aoife looks up at us from the bed. The scowl on her face shows we’re not welcome.

“What?”

I take a deep breath. She’s my daughter and while I am dying of embarrassment inside, like a good Irish girl should at the mere mention of sex, I press on.

“We, I mean your mother and I,” I indicate to Clodagh who is squirming just as much as I am. “We just wanted to check that you are being careful.”

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” Aoife explodes. “Just because someone kissed my neck a little bit too passionately, you think it means I’m going to lie on my back and spread my legs and think of Ireland?”

She turns her anger on Clodagh now.

“So do you think I’m a slut too, or is it just her?”

The “Her” is spat with such venom that I take a half step back. She turns on me again.

“Just because you were stupid enough to get pregnant without knowing who the father was doesn’t mean everyone is as big a slut as you. So no, I’m still a virgin and yes, when the time comes, I will make sure I won’t be getting pregnant so you can lift your mouth off the floor and get out.”

I hadn’t realised I was standing with my mouth open. I’m shocked, and it is only Clodagh sensibly turning me and half pushing me out the door that stops me losing it with Aoife.

Once downstairs, I unleash my fury on Clodagh.

“Who does she think she is? I mean, what the fuck, Clodagh. How can she say that? I’ve done everything for her, she’s never wanted for anything and now she calls me a slut.”

“Just calm down.” Clodagh half hugs, half restrains me as I attempt to go back upstairs to continue the discussion. “She’s angry. Something must have happened last night. Maybe things went too far. She’s upset, or confused or something and she’s lashing out at the person she knows she can lash out at.”

I slump, defeated, into the kitchen chair and put my head in my hands.

“Fuck, fuck fuck.”

“Do you want to call Katie?”

I shake my head. The last person I want to speak to at this minute is Katie. “No, let’s leave her to calm down and work things out. We’ll only make it worse by interfering.”

Clodagh just nods and fills the kettle to make a cup of tea. The Irish solution to any problem.

We don’t see much of Aoife for the rest of the weekend. She stays in her room. A couple of times Clodagh took her a cup of tea and reported back that she was writing in her journal or drawing in her sketchbook. I sit on the sofa with my feet up, hugging my knees. Thinking back, I’d been a nightmare child and we’d just been incredibly lucky that it had taken until Aoife was almost seventeen before she had flipped. I look over at Coldagh who is reading a journal article whilst sitting beside me. I lean my head in to rest on her shoulder.

“I love you.”

She lowers the paper and smiles.

“I love you too.” She holds my hand. “We're in this together, for better, for worse.” She smiles ruefully. “This might be the start of the worse.”