Modern Relations (part 05): Alex And Her Mother (Summer Of Love) free porn video

“Well, was I right about Halloween being fun?” Alex asked Kevin.

“Yeah, I’m... I’m kind of blown away. I’ll never look at Cynthia the same way again.”

Alex looked askance at Kevin. “No questions about my behavior?”

“Well, how do you feel about it?”

“I was worried, but my disguise worked, so I reveled in it. Looking back? No regrets,” she said, then gazed searchingly in Kevin’s eyes. “How about you?”

“Me?”

“My story, does it change the way you look at me?” Alex blushed shyly. Kevin shook his head. “You don’t think I’m a huge slut?”

“We’ve established that you are, and I don’t mind,” he said. “I’m more shocked about how your Mom pushed you, almost. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if your Mom hadn’t dressed you up, or called in the middle of the foursome. It seems to me you might have had a different night altogether. I mean, your mom called up and rubber stamped your behaviour.”

“You can’t imagine how hot it was. How empowering.” Alex pushed back into the pillow, closing her eyes - reminiscing. “Mmmmm, coming with two cocks in me while Mom listened on the phone. I mean, I’d felt exposed walking around in public dressed like a catholic school hooker. And I’d been horny and brave enough to pick up three strangers. But, that feeling I had when Mom asked if I had a mouth full of cock.” She paused, breathing out deeply. “Mmmmm. I loved it, and I wanted to feel it more. Right then, I just wanted more and I took it.”

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Kevin admitted. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m envious.”

“Of me?”

“Maybe, or maybe of the Musketeers,... I was in my 20s before I got laid. I never had anything approaching your experiences, or theirs.”

Alex leaned back up and kissed Kevin. She said, evenly, “You’re not just a random cock.”

“I’m just sad I missed you at that age. I was busy being a nerd.”.

“Well, you can’t help your past.” She reached down and gently grasped his erection. “But, you do have control of our future. If you think it, and I don’t mind it, we can do whatever you fantasize about.”

“Hmm, that’s tempting, but I still haven’t heard about Clayton and your Mom.”

“I want some quid pro quo, before I tell you any more. Tell me your deepest sex secret.”

Kevin froze and then blushed. She nudged him.

“I had a gay experience in college,” he admitted quietly.

“Oh, sweet! Tell me.”

“Not much to tell. My roomie and I came back from a party drunk and we...”, he broke off.

“‘And we’, what?” She smiled at him.

“We masturbated.” Kevin admitted finally.

“Each other?”

“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...”. Kevin held his fingers apart indicating small size.

Alex couldn’t hold back the mirth. “Bullshit, that’s your worst.”

“Well, I read and watch a lot of porn.” He cringed, waiting for the pity, she thought.

“Yeah, what kind?”

“Nothing as good as your halloween party, I can tell you.”

“What I’m about to tell you is pretty porny... I’ve never told anyone else.” Alex said seriously.

“Wow, OK.” Kevin sobered up. “If you don’t want to...”

“No,” Alex swallowed, “I trust you. Just please, don’t let it scare you away.”

She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.

Alex’s Story
Mom didn’t want to discuss it that night. But I insisted.

“Three questions.” She said, directly. ”You get three questions tonight. Then bed time. Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping, if you still want to. I’ll answer any others then.”

“Ok,” Looking at her cum drenched body I asked the most obvious and burning question, “how did you end up looking like that?”

“Maggie and I went to a club. We’re members. It’s 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... the club that has parties periodically. These parties are for adults and very X-rated. Some have themes, some have skits an audience watches. Sometimes it's just a series of themed activity rooms for members to watch or participate in. This time it was just theme rooms. I spent most of the night in a pirate themed room.”

“Where they plundered your booty?”

“As the only female, quite thoroughly… and deliciously.” Mom smiled at me. “Next question.”

“Okay,” I said. I had a lot more questions. Mom clearly did this as a lifestyle type of thing. “Aren’t you worried about, you know STDs.”

“No,” she said, then walked into the bathroom for a towel, wiping herself down vigorously. “That’s two.”

“Oh, come on, Mom. You’re covered in sperm, you can’t say it doesn’t worry you.”

“I can,” she said. “I’ve had my shots and the club makes sure everyone has had theirs.”

“Shots?”

“Is that a question?” I made a face of exasperation, which made Mom smirk, “there are quite advanced anti-virals now. I’ll probably have to get you on them.”

“I’m not sure if I should be insulted or pleased,” I said.

“We both know you’ll need them,” she said. “Now, last question.”

It 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.” She told it to me anyway. “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 shriveling eggs.”

“Heh, you didn’t seem old or tired tonight.”

“Well,” she smiled, “not all my predictions were true.”

“So why won’t you tell me who my dad is?” I asked quietly.

“That’s four.” I gave her a scathing look. She actually blanched.

“Ok, fine.” She walked to her closet and pulled down a large book from the overhead shelf. She looked hot, nude and all stretched out in boots and tights.

She sat next to me on an edge of the chase. I noticed she automatically posed herself, putting her legs together and sitting up straight like she’d instructed me to do.

The book was a photo album. It contained a lot of pics of Mom and other people in 80’s fashion, Member’s Only jackets and crazy hair everywhere. 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.

“Well which one is it?”

“Not sure, if I had to guess, Jack.” She pointed to the redhead. “You have green eyes like he did.”

“So I was an accident!”

“No sweetie. I selected them as candidates and uhmmm.”

“You’re losing me mom,” I said. 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 freshman year I decided I wanted kids 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 I had their support, I just needed to find the right donor. Sperm donation was out. You can’t tell anything from the stats on a form. Did they have a sense of humor? Did they apply themselves? The list of unknowns is 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 sample.”

“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, archly.

“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 sighed. “So... we agreed they’d all do it at once.”

“So... they gangbanged me into existence?”

Mom cringed, “yeah.”

“Details.” My gaze was unyielding, she gulped.

“Ummm, we met back on campus in early August before school started. I rented an apartment for the year and we 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 guess everyone liked it. I was pregnant on the first try I could tell. But we kept at it every other day for 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 to settle down with. 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.” She pointed at Brian and the red headed one. “Truck driver asleep at the wheel.”

I felt grief, without any logical reason. Mom hugged me fiercely. “Ok, sweetie, we’ll talk in the morning. Now, I’m getting this cathouse smell off me and going to bed.”

--

Mom made a special large breakfast the next day around noon. 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 a couple of hundred dollars.

Then she dragged me to 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. Nice jeans. No dresses or anything fancy.

Near dusk she 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 unmentionables. I chose two sets in the end. One was a deep crimson demi-bra and pantie set with an incredibly feminine floral pattern and bordered with black lace. The other was a black bra, garter, thong and hose with stark modern lines and sheer panels that somehow came off as both feminine and powerful. Mom added a pair of black strapless sandal stilettos that matched both lingerie sets.

Everything was five hundred dollars. Each set. I’d been shy about confronting Mom at the register but I turned on her when we walked out. We’d just spend fifteen hundred dollars. She blew me off, saying “You have to splurge on some things. Besides, you deserve it.”

I asked her if this was a bribe.

“For what?” she asked.

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 wasn’t sure I knew.

--

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.

“Tell me everything you did last night,” she asked, right off.

I told her about the whole evening in brief rushed sentences, slightly embarrassed but also knowing that she had probably been doing the same things at a different party.

“I was in disguise so I did whatever I wanted. First I picked the three guys who were with me when you called. 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. One at a time but in public areas. I found a room with holes in the wall where cocks would poke through. I gave dozens of 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 had stopped talking. The man, fortyish with graying hair, looked at me with unabashed lust. 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 at their response, showing none of the woman’s judgmentalness, then deconstructed the evening one question at a time. She was most interested in how I felt and how I chose my partners. She paid special attention the guys after the musketeers. Why the blue devil and not the other guys who tried. Why number 36 and 11? What would happen if another guy showed up after number 11?

That question surprised me, but I realized I would have done what the pink genie and the goat girl did, except in the hallway. And with condoms.

“I really liked how all of it made me feel,” I told her. “First the outfit, which let me tell you, got a lot of attention. Then the results the attention. I could pick and choose who I played with and how they played with me. Everyone knew what I was doing but not who I was. It made me feel raw, exposed, protected, and so very wet.”

“There is a word for that.”

“Yeah?”

“Slutty,” she said. “You’re a slut.”

She said it matter of factly, not accusingly. My pussy warmed at that. Nevertheless, I couldn’t believe my own mother called me a slut. I told her as much.

“The more sluts the better,” she said. 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. The woman couldn’t help admonishing Mom for corrupting her sister. Mom and I laughed like teenagers.

Sisters!

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 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.

In college, 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, grouped and paired. 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, until recently, she’d only attended when I was away visiting the grandparents.

Mom loved the anonymity and the decadence of it all. Overall, the production values were high. While the men and women didn’t look like models, they did have to dress or undress appropriately. The sets and skits and so on were well produced. Skits were often auditioned before board members who approved them for wider viewing. 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 a few 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. After that, Maggie took her home. They became friends and occasional lovers.

“I knew then it wasn’t just the guys in college, I loved being a slut,” she admitted. “What’s more, I liked being told what to do.”

We talked about mundane stuff after that. I see that conversation, those questions, as Mom’s first attempt to educate me.

--

Back at school, there was no blowback from ‘Trish’ being at the party. Andy even got a boost in reputation for bringing his hot cousin. 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 schoolgirl uniform. I wore it for him a few times, usually as a reward for a game well played or, needlessly, for acing a test. He fucked me blind on those occasions. And always in the ass.

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 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 I felt ahead already.

I made Valedictorian. My speech was much loved for its brevity, but otherwise forgettable. The central theme of it was Mom’s advice, de-sexed.

--

After graduating high school, 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. We both loved it.

Clayton usually made it out of the house before Mom got off shift. But 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 tensed up at being caught in the morning, 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. 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.

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 turning their backs on 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.

--

Two events changed the course of that summer.

The first occurred after a night of clubbing. We’d ended up with these three cute guys at a swank bar in the Groin (slang for a section of SOMA just below the Tenderloin). We got a big round booth in a corner. It had 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. “Blue Monday” 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 her head to the dun, shh, dun, shh 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 do something like dared a guy to kiss another guy for a minute. The men always chose to strip 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. Dares like, “flash us your tits” became, “let me play with your tits for a minute.”

The men could see the resemblance between Mom and me. 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. 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 waist down at that point. She brought Mom to a rousing, expert orgasm as only lovers can do.

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, dared 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 me, again, this time by one of the guys. 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. Everyone watched us in reverent silence. 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 sunrise. Mom and Maggie and I ate breakfast at Bagdad Cafe in total silence, too hungry and shocked by the events of the night to talk.

The second significant event was an indiscretion. I told Clayton about some of Mom’s history. I had the right to tell Clayton about my Halloween night, but not about Mom being such a slut. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the particular thing I should have left out was the bit about Maggie leashing and commanding Mom. And I certainly shouldn’t have told him about truth or dare.

Clayton didn’t seem too scandalized and he knew exactly what to do with that information.

--

One July morning I woke to the familiar smell of bacon. It had been another a late night with Clayton. I reached over to wake him up but found only a warm spot in the sheets. Showering before going downstairs, I found Clayton and Mom flirting. She gave as good as she got. I could see exactly how much Mom liked it. Her nipples showed through her green scrubs.

Halfway through breakfast, Clayton turned the flirting into action.

“Cynthia, this is an amazing breakfast.” He’d never called her Cynthia in front of me before. She thanked him. He asked rhetorically, “Know what would make it better?”

Mom shook her head.

“It would be better If you stopped teasing me and took that top off so I can see your beautiful breasts.”

Mom and I froze. Clayton casually put a piece of bacon in his mouth and chewed it, never taking eyes off Mom. I was bugging out a bit, I couldn’t imagine what Mom would do.

“Do it Cynthia,” Clayton said in a firm but pleasant voice.

Mom straightened her back. I got ready for her to blow a gasket. Instead she crossed arms at her waist, grabbed the bottom of her scrubs and pulled the top off. She tossed them aside and resumed eating without comment. My mother 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 Mom falling for it. My pussy absolutely drooled. Suddenly I very badly wanted to see where Clayton took this. Nothing else happened. After breakfast Mom went up to her room to sack out as usual.

Clayton and I didn’t talk about what happened, afterward. The following Tuesday morning however, I woke after Clayton once again. I showered and trooped downstairs, eager to see what Clayton got Mom to do this time. I found her nude, serving 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, facing Clayton to eat.

“Spread your legs, slut,” he instructed.

She did, without a moment’s hesitation. Embarrassingly, I spread my legs too but no one noticed under the table. I flushed crimson with slutty delight, but held my chin high, like Mom did. I picked up some bacon to chew on. I don’t think Clayton realized he had us both at his command.

Minute by minute my pussy got more wet, anticipating what he would do. I assumed Mom’s was doing the same. He waited through the meal before he spoke again. Finally, he leaned over, glancing 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 Cynthia, here.” Clayton took Mom’s hand walked her up the stairs. Mom’s pleased expression left no doubt about how she felt about it.

I was not pleased, on the other hand. Separated from the fun I wanted to see if not join. Sort of. Maybe. 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.

-

That night Mom and I talked over dinner before she went to work.

“You’re pissed,” she began. “Clayton said you wouldn’t be. I thought you two talked about it.”

“Yeah! I can’t believe you just let him take you up to your room!” Clayton and I agreed to fuck around. I was being irrational but somehow couldn’t stop myself.

“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? “I wanted him to take me up, too.”

“Well, that’s up to Clayton.” she said as if she and I didn’t have a say in it, when we clearly had all the say.

“You were right, by the way. He grooms well,” she said coyly, changing the subject. I had to smile. She giggled. We finished the meal in pleasant silence.

--

The next day 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.

“I’m pissed at you, you know?” I asked.

“It shows,” he laughed and then hyperventilated. Finally he calmed down enough to talk. “Yer not that mad, though”

“You could have taken me, too,” I whined.

“I gotta say,” he chuckled, “if there is a slut gene, you two would be a good group to study.”

“What did you do?”

“All of her,” he said.

“Are you planning on staying the night again tonight?” I asked.

“Do you want me to?”

I nodded.

“And in the morning?”

I glared at him, hands on hips.

Clayton smiled.

--

Thursday morning I woke up quite late. When I got downstairs, the table was set. Plates full. Mom and Clayton were already eating. Mom sat, in the same position as last time, legs apart. Now her pussy was bald as mine. I got excited.

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.

“Take that T-shirt off, Alex” Clayton commanded me without preamble,

I did. Now I was naked too. My pussy buzzed with heat. My nipples puckered and hardened.

“Mom, is your pussy as wet as mine is right now?” I asked. She nodded and chewed silently.

After he finished breakfast, Clayton stood up to look down at 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 serious. “I need to hear you agree to it. You know what we’re about to do. Say ‘no’ now if you want to stop.”

“I’m not sure what we’re about to do, can you tell us?” Mom asked. She smiled brazenly at him.

“Sure, Cynthia,” he laughed. “I’m going to take you and your daughter any way I want at the same time. Is that ok?”

“Sure,” she said, looking into my eyes.

“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’s posture relaxed.

“Cynthia, 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.”

“I’d like it if you called me Cindy when we do this sort of thing,” she said.

“Ok, Cindy. Kiss Alex.”

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.

“Like you mean it,” Clayton slapped her ass. Mom turned my head and kissed me on the other cheek, snorting with laughter. He slapped her ass again.

“Kiss her mouth.” She did. Her kissed well. My pussy contracted with need, as if it envied my lips. Our tongues delicately reintroduced themselves.

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.

“Tubes tied,” she said.

“Glad we got that out of the way,” he said. “Cindy, give your daughter a hand job.”

“I don’t think that’s what they call it,” laughed Mom.

Nevertheless She 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 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 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 anything,” 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. He pulled out of my mouth before I could get him off.

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 his 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 laughed.

Clayton spent several minutes going back and forth between us. Finally, I could see he neared the edge. Clayton said, “Get on your 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, cheek to cheek. I massaged Mom’s clit and stuffed a finger into her pussy, waiting for Clayton to unload on my upturned face.To continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.