Jan, my old friend from my college days, had come to stay with us for a week. My twenty-two-year-old daughter, Kylie, looks forward to these annual visits from her honorary aunt. We only have two bedrooms, so Jan sleeps with me during her visits.

It was Jan's first night with us, and we were enjoying a home-cooked dinner in celebration. Also joining us was Kylie's new boyfriend, Mike. It was his first overnight stay. The conversation was congenial, but as the wine flowed, conversation became increasingly boisterous and slightly crude.

“I’m just saying, men need sex,” boasted Mike.

“So, you think women don’t?” said Jan.

“Well, we do,” piped up Kylie. “I am rather partial to women as well.”

I looked up, frowning at Kylie.

“Mum, don’t give me that look. You know I do just like you.”

I let that go, as Jan and I swapped knowing looks.

“Perhaps the question to ask is what sort of sex?” I spoke, trying to divert the conversation.

“The more the better,” quipped Mike with a wide grin.

“Sure, Mike, you're just like most men, having a narrow view of what sex is all about,” said Kylie.

“So, you would have sex with a man to have more sex?” offered Jan teasingly.

“No,” said Mike smugly, “but you can have more than one female partner.”

“Ok Mickie, so you have no objection to me having sex with someone else,” Kylie tossed back, knowing Mike hated to be called Mickie.

“Well, yes, ah it depends."

“So which is it?" Mickie.

"Er no,” said Mike, not sounding confident, sensing he was on shaky ground.

"You stand by that then, do you?” hissed Kylie.

“Yes,” replied Mike firmly, as the quicksand bubbled around him.

“Jan, would you like to share my room tonight instead of with Mum? Mike just offered to spend the night on the couch.”

Jan looked at me, raising an eyebrow.

“Sure,” I said, “No problem here,” but knowing my daughter, I could not help wondering what she was up to.

Looking at Kylie, Jan smiled and said, “That would be lovely, Kylie, I can tell you about what your mum and I got up to at your age,” then winked mockingly at me.

I felt like my stomach had just fallen through the floor. Kylie certainly did not need to know about that part of my life.

“It's settled then,” I said. “You happy with that for one night, Mike?” as I looked across the table at him. Not that he had much choice.

"Sure" was his reluctant answer.

We finished the evening playing cards. I thought back to college when Jan and I had shared a room and at times, a bed together. It had not taken long for Jan to know just what to do to bring me to a writhing, screaming peak, and me likewise for her. In the end, however, we both agreed that we preferred men.

Kylie had tried the same path with me recently, catching me by surprise each time, but I never let it develop further. I hoped she had no special plans for Jan tonight. My daughter and I could pass for twins, so my friends say. Could Jan have feelings for my daughter too?

Was Kylie keeping me in the dark about her feelings? I felt emotional and unsettled by the events of the evening.

I gave Mike sheets and blankets for the couch in the lounge before heading upstairs to bed. It was a warm spring night, so I knew Mike wouldn’t be cold.

I climbed the stairs to the top landing and bid Kylie goodnight as she slipped into her room. Jan came out of the bathroom located between mine and Kylie’s rooms, having just cleaned her teeth.

Taking my hands, she looked me in the eyes. “Sure you're happy with this?”

“Of course I am Jan,” squeezing her hands. “It’s only one night.”

As I turned to leave, I said, “She's a real talker, as you know. Good luck getting some sleep! Goodnight.”

I closed my door feeling very unsettled. I drifted off quickly but not soundly. A few hours later, I got up to pee and fetch a drink from the kitchen. In warm weather, I tended not to wear any sleep attire. Coming out of the upstairs toilet, I wondered how I could get past Mike to the kitchen unseen? The stairs tended to creak no matter where you stepped.

As I approached the top of the stairs, I heard muffled moans coming from Kylie's room.

Oh God, I thought. They were having sex!

Shattered, I sat down on the top of the staircase. Their moans were getting louder now.

I realized they are both adults and have every right to engage in sex. Yet, part of me was struggling to process my hurt feelings. Was it because she is my daughter, or were there unacknowledged sexual feelings I had for her?

I sat listening to them, my hurt morphing into jealousy. They sounded like they were having a great time. I couldn't hear well enough to tell their muffled voices apart.

I could hear them faintly. “Yes, like me, there…yes deeper…fuck that’s good.” I was unsure who had spoken, but it only made my feelings of being an outsider even more acute.

At the same time, I could not help but feel aroused by what I was hearing. The voyeuristic nature in all of us will surface when fate offers an unexpected opportunity. It was easier to listen than to walk away or digest my feelings. Instead, I let my feelings focus on my mounting arousal.

I took a nipple and gently touched it, thinking about how Jan had once done so. This only made me more discontented, so instead I thought about Mike downstairs. I heard them moan again and started to play with my clit. I was sticky wet now, and as I moved my hand to my breasts, I felt my brown nipples erupting into long, hard peeks.

It all made me want sex even more. I was primed and ready for sex, any sex. Fuck.

I should have returned to bed. Instead, I chose to continue down the stairs. My heart rate and breathing were up, matching my aroused state. I no longer cared if Mike saw me or not. As I headed down, the last words I caught were.

‘Fuck that’s so good, keep doing that… Yes, oh yes.’

As I passed by Mike, he appeared to be asleep.

Did I feel relieved or disappointed? I shook my head, trying to rid the sexual fog.

In the kitchen, I leaned over the counter and reached down to feel my wetness, spreading it slowly around my now puffy pussy and protruding clit. A surge of pleasure enveloped me. A snore from Mike was comforting, telling me he was still asleep. I pushed my fingers deeper, imagining Mike in ways I shouldn’t. A small moan escaped me.

My mind momentarily slipped back to Jan and Kylie upstairs. How could Jan, my best friend, do this to me? My daughter was seducing my best friend. The hurt went deep. It would serve them right if I did fuck Mike.

I heard Mike moan, bringing me back to the present.

Wondering if he was OK, I headed out to check and find him lying on his back. The blanket had slipped, exposing his naked form, but my eyes were riveted immediately to his long, hard erection. I heard him snore. Could he be having a wet dream? Surely not.

I watched as his penis lifted off his groin to almost vertical and fell back again.

Fuck, how I wanted to mount him, my urge so strong. I did not need to feel; I knew I was wet. Dilated. Would he wake, I wondered. I slowly inserted a finger into my vagina as I imagined lowering myself over his fat knob.

Mike moaned quietly again. As his cock moved up and down, a glistening pearl of precum bubbled up out of his knob’s open slit. My mouth fills with saliva. I roll my tongue around my mouth, wanting to suck the throbbing cock before me. I bury my fingers deeper, bending over him, as another moan escapes Mike. I watch intently as a frothy bubble of precum oozes out and trickles down his thick, veiny shaft. I stifle my moan with a hand.

I cannot help myself as I bend even closer. I can smell his sex, a musky odour drawing me in. Oh, fuck, as a wave of pleasure erupts within me. My pussy contracts hard; I am about to climax.

Uncontrollably, I jump up and back as if hit by lightning.

Something had touched me!

A hand?

Sucking in air, I looked at the growing grin on Mike’s face, then slapped his chest.

“You fucker, never do that again, you hear?” I scolded him.

We then both laughed as we acknowledged our mutual stark-naked, aroused states.

Seeking comfort tonight, I took his hand and guided him to the stairs, my cozy bed calling to us.

I climbed the stairs, bum swaying provocatively, taking each step slowly, my wet open labia on full display. Mike was breathing hard behind me. Smiling, I knew it was not from the exertion of the climb.

Nearing the top, I heard a wet slapping sound and stopped, bent prone on all fours to listen.

“Now…fuck…fuck me…harder” along with cries of delight mixed with heavy panting. It was coming from my daughter’s bedroom directly in front of me.

Mike leaned over my back as we both listened, our bodies also filled with hot lust. I felt his swollen cock between my legs, flicking my clit as it repeatedly rose and fell again.

He cupped a breast and squeezed. I threw back my head. I wanted more.

He pulled a nipple that was already rock hard. I let out a long, soft moan of delight.

Mike took this as a cue that I was ready. How little did he know.

I felt his long, fat erection glide into my open cavity. I pushed back hard, completing the union, our bodies slapping together.

Mike grunted as we heard.

“Of fuck, now ...please now…I want it now…now, please now, I’m coming.”

It was too much for either of us.

I lowered my head onto the stairs and groaned, long and deep as a wave of ecstasy washed over my body. Mike was deep, buried up to my cervix, my vagina pulsating around his veiny shaft. Mike was more restrained; I could only hear his laboured breathing until, as I was coming down from my high, it stopped briefly before being followed by a low groan.

I felt a warm flood of cum deep within my womb, his whole cock throbbed as it emitted long spurts of hot, creamy cum.

I groaned as I received his seed, trembling helplessly on the landing as I climaxed again.

Mike lay spent on top of me as we both recovered. I could smell us. A heady, musky smell in the air. The familiar mixture of me and hot cum.

I held his hand as we quietly made our way to my bedroom. Delicious fresh cum oozed out of me, lubricating my inner thighs as I walked. I was sure he had more, as I imagined him coming into my mouth. A small quiver passed through me at this thought as I began to shut the door behind us.

I hesitated, hearing a loud laugh from my daughter, then closed it completely, locking it.

The next morning, Mike, still naked, is on the landing, off to the toilet, when Kylie's bedroom door suddenly opens and a naked Kylie appears.

“You could not wait one night,” she screamed at Mike on seeing him, her naked body reddening and nipples extended.

Having heard this exchange, I came out of my bedroom, also still naked, and defended Mike by saying.

“You cannot say that, Kylie, after what you and Jan were doing last night.”

Now Jan was outside on the landing too, and like me, naked.

I knew she would be.

We looked at each other’s bodies as we both flushed with desire, our nipples firm. The strength of the reaction and attraction we had both felt made me think that maybe I had misjudged the situation between Jan and my daughter. Our eyes meet. Tonight, it could get very cosy as we reminisce.

“What do you mean, Mum, were you listening at the door?”

Back to reality, “No, Kylie, I could hear you from the stairs having sex!”

“Mum, we could not sleep, so for a laugh we ended up watching porn.”

“For God’s sake, Mum!”

Fuck, what have I done?

Oh my God, my daughter.

Will she ever forgive me?