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We lay in the hot tub. It was mid morning. Jack had gone home, exhausted. He’d fucked us both, three times each, then fucked Fleur again. He was after all her boyfriend. My daughters boyfriend. We were both naked, our breasts half floated on the surface of the water. I sipped my drink.
“Regrets?” I asked her, asked Fleur.
“Regrets Mum? Certainly not, well maybe one, that we didn’t do this before.” She replied.
“So anymore boyfriends?” I asked her.
“Mum!” She said.
“Only asking, only we could wear Jack out, and where would we be then?” I teased.
“Then we’d have to use one of your old men!” Fleur retorted.
“Old men, old men! Young lady, those old men as you call them could take you to heaven and back and no mistake!” Then I lay back, and giggled.
“Why are you giggling, oh Mum, really,” I said.
“I was just thinking Fleur, just thinking,” she replied.
“Come on, tell me.”
“Its just, well, no I couldn’t.”
“Well don’t then.” I said.
“Oh alright then, Fleur. Well you’ve shared your boyfriend with me, so I was thinking that maybe I should share my boyfriends with you, you know those old men.” Mum said.
I lay back, letting the water wash over me. The sky was blue, not a cloud in it. It was summer. The summer I lost my cherry to my boyfriend, while my Mum watched. So what about her boyfriends. Maybe not old, exactly. One looked just like Daniel Craig, even had piercing blue eyes that made my stomach go all weird. His name wasn’t Daniel, not even James.
“What about Oliver, now he’s not bad, I mean for an old man,” I said.
“Oliver, mmm, looks like Daniel Craig, that might be fun, I’ll ring him.” Mum said firmly. “Later.”
We laid there, sipping our drinks, enjoying doing nothing.
“Of course, if we are going to seduce Oliver, then you’re going to need something a bit sexier than those white cotton panties you had on yesterday,” I said.
“Seduce?” Fleur asked.
“Of course. He’s not s*******n. A flash of your schoolgirl knickers isn’t going to do it.” I said. “We need to go shopping.”
The shopping centre was busy. We headed to the a little boutique on the first floor, opposite Costa Coffee.
“Remember Fleur, always wear matching bra and panties,” Mum told me.
“I know, its your rule.”
“No Fleur, our rule. Right lets shop.”
She picked up a pretty lace bra, “like it?”
“Do I ever, you mean I can have proper lingerie, like that?” I asked.
Underwear, stockings, dresses, tops, and skirts. Oh and shoes, heels. High heels.
“Can’t I just have tights?” I asked her.
“Certainly not, because Fleur, stockings are sexier, and men love them.”
I was loaded down with bags. Mum treated herself too.
“Here lets get a set each of these, matching undies, the boys will love that.” Mum said.
“Boys?” I asked.
“Yes, boys.”
When we arrived home Jack was waiting for us. Him and that big cock of ours.
“Hey Jack,” Mum said.
“Hey Mrs…….err, Lindzi, I err.” Jack mumbled.
“I guess you want to fuck me and my daughter again, don’t you Jack,” Mum said
“Well, err……….”
“Of course you do Jack, and we want to fuck you, but we’re busy right now, so why don’t you cut the grass. I’m sure we’ll be ready for that big cock of yours then,” Mum said, and as she said it she squeezed his cock through his jeans.
“Of course Lindzi, I’ll start straight away, whatever you want.” Jack said.
“What I want Jack is your big cock inside me, now make a good job of it, oh, and do the front as well.”
Jack went to the garage, and the lawn mower.
“Mum, that’s cruel. And anyway, I really want to feel his cock inside me again.” I said.
“So do I Fleur, but men need to know who’s boss. Treat them firmly. If we let him fuck us now, we’d have to cut the grass ourselves, wouldn’t we,” Mum reasoned.
“No, the guy who comes on Friday’s would do it,” I said.
“That reminds me, I must ring him, and tell him we won’t need him anymore!”
I finished the front lawn, and took the mower around to the rear. I saw them straightaway, laying on sun beds on the deck. Sunbathing, like two blonde goddesses. They could have been sisters, of course they weren’t. Mother and daughter lay side by side. I’d fucked them together last night, and was here this afternoon to do the same again. I mowed the grass, making sure it was striped, just how Lindzi liked it. On the return run I had the chance to watch them. Their skin shone from sun tan cream. They watched me, through their sunglasses. I hadn’t seen Fleur in those before. They both wore bikini’s. Fleurs’ was a flowery one, I’d seen her in it before, before she had become my girlfriend, when I saw her at the beach back in the spring. I turned away from them, mowing toward the gardens boundary. I imagined them as they were last night, sucking my cock, two tongues wrapped around it. I was hard in an instant. It still ached from last night. Eight times I’d come. A blow job from Fleur, her Mum had watched, then threatened to tell my parents, when all the time she’d wanted to fuck me. Fleur had want it to, to share with her Mum. Fleur had been part of it. Teasing me, not letting me fuck her, until she could share with Mum. What a fuck. I wondered, not for the first time, how many times they’d done it before. Was I the first? I didn’t really care, I’d fucked them both three times, then done Fleur once more. I was going to dump her if she hadn’t fucked me soon. True she was a great cocksucker, the best, even better as it turned out than her mother, and that was saying something. But where Fleur could suck, Mum could fuck. I turned the mower again, and watched them as I pushed the mower towards them. Lindzi was wearing two piece as well, white, which showed off her tan. My cock throbbed. They were talking, sipping drinks from tall glasses. I sweated, and heaved the mower around again.
“He’s nearly done darling, remember, we make him wait. He’ll want a fuck straightaway. He waits.” I told her.
“Oh, but Mum, I want to!” Fleur replied.
“And so do I. But we make him wait. it’s a game Fleur, a game you must learn to play. Now here he comes.”
I watched him walk towards us. He was sweating, his muscles taut from his exertions. Two metres of muscled youth, full of testosterone, and nine inches of cock. I wanted him, my daughters boyfriend. And he wanted us. Both of us.
“Oh Jack, thank you so much, you’ve done a wonderful job, you must be thirsty, go and get yourself a drink, oh, and get me and Fleur another one while your there. You remember where everything is?”
“Err, yes, thanks…..I will.” Jack said, confused. He disappeared into the house.
Mum was being unreasonable. I couldn’t understand her. She wanted to fuck Jack as much I did. I was wet with anticipation. My nipples hard. I could see hers sticking out of her bikini top. First she made Jack cut the grass, then she sent him off to get drinks.
He returned, a tray held in front of him, three tall glasses clinking on it.
“Thanks Jack,” Mum said. “Put them down here, that’s it. Now come and sit by me, and tell me about yourself, I want to know everything.”
He sat by her, telling her about his family, his course work at college. His part time job. I sipped my drink in the sun, and fumed. Then fumed some more. Then just when I thought I’d go mad, she kissed him.
She was really interested in me, her, Fleurs’ mother, asking me about college, what I wanted to do, even my family. No one asked me about that. And she was so hot. I could see her nipples hard in bikini top, poking through the thin material. She just reached out, her hand behind my neck, she pulled me close, and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth, slippery as an eel. My cock needless to say to erect. Then she broke away, smiling. Was she mocking me?
“Fleur darling, time you rewarded your boyfriend, for all the hard work he’s done.” I said.
“You joining us?” Fleur asked.
“Later darling,” I said. I got up, and walked indoors, as I looked back Fleur was already unzipping him.
I dialled the number. It rang twice, before being answered.
“Oliver darling, this weekend, you don’t mind if I bring someone with me do you……..Good. We’ll arrive about midday, and top up our tans, if that’s ok.”
I went back outside, Jack was inside my daughter. Fleur was digging her nails into his back, as she threw her head back. Our rear garden wasn’t overlooked, which was just as well. I reached up behind me, and pulled the string securing my top. It fell away, and I joined my daughter and her boyfriend.
“But I don’t want to go away this weekend,” I said to my mother. “I want to spend it fucking my boyfriend!”
“Jack will be busy painting the garden fence with his friend Glynn this weekend. We are going to a party. You can fuck Jack when we get home, and probably Glynn as well.” My mother said.
“Glynn! Why would I want to fuck him? Oh my God, he paints the fence, and he gets to fuck me, is that it?” I yelled.
“Not exactly, I’ll do Glynn if you like, but you might want to join in. Now I’ve packed, we are going.” Mum said in that way she did when the matter over. Closed.
We drove out of town, and headed up the motorway.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Oliver’s.”
Oliver had a house on the coast, it perched on a cliff, overlooking a blue sea.
“Wow Mum, this is ape,” I said.
“Ape?” Mum asked.
“Oh Mum , you know, well cool,” I replied.
We were dressed, ready for the evening party. I hadn’t seen Oliver since arriving. Mum knew her way around, I noticed. We showered, did our hair and makeup. She never allowed me to wear anything heavy, of course we’d played around, but outside of that, a bit of lipstick, ad some eye shadow. Now it was the full McCoy. Foundation. Eye liner, eye shadow. Mascara. The eye shadow extended to my eyebrows, graduated and blended. Not satisfied with the amount of mascara I’d applied, Mum applied another application. “Better,” she announced. “Now lets get dressed.”
She selected some of the lingerie we had purchased together. It was lacy. It was silky. It was see through.
“Do I really have to wear stockings?” I asked.
“Yes! Now come on!” Mum said.
I looked in the full length mirror, to see the effect, although I could have just looked at her, as she was wearing the same as I was. I could see my nipples through the bra. My waxed pussy wasn’t hidden by my knickers, but looked as if it were on display, which of course it was. I turned and looked over my shoulder. The back panel of my panties was completely clear, I might just as well have been naked. I looked back, the suspender belt nipped in at the waist, lace topped stockings reached almost to my panties. Heels, higher than I’d ever owned, of course I’d worn hers about the house, tottering at first, until I could walk in them, then hidden them quick, when she’d arrived back home. I could walk in these, I was sure I could.
I stepped into the dress, a little black number. Short, and A lined. The bodice tailored. Smart, elegant. Mum also had a little black dress on, the dress longer than mine, and whilst not a pencil skirt, it was tight, the bodice tailored, but unlike mine it had three quarter length arms. Earrings, necklace, and bracelets completed our outfits. I felt sophisticated, elegant. I felt like a woman, no longer the girl I was. I even had a small clutch bag, containing the red lipstick I had on my lips. We were ready. We walked down the stairs, Oliver was there, looking more like James Bond, than James Bond. He wore a diner jacket, a bow tie. His blue eyes looked at me, seeing my inner soul. My legs felt like jelly, my stomach leaped. Mum’s boyfriend, well one of them. Was she really going to share him with me, I didn’t know, but suddenly wanted her too.
I watched Lindzi walk down the staircase, she looked her usual gorgeous self, utterly fabulous. The woman with her could have been her sister, she was equally lovely. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her. I was usually good with names and faces, especially women. I gave Lindzi a hug, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Sorry I wasn’t in when you arrived, you found everything you needed?” I asked.
“Of course darling,” Lindzi replied.
“You haven’t introduced me to your friend,” I said.
“Oliver, really! This is Fleur,” Lindzi replied.
“Fleur!” I recovered. “You look wonderful.” I hugged her, and kissed her once on each cheek. She smelt as good as she looked, and she looked as gorgeous as her mother. I rapidly tried to remember how old she was, sixteen? No, she’d had a birthday. I’d met her three or four times, when she had been polite, but cool. She had certainly grown into a lovely woman. A woman I would enjoy getting to know better.
“Come on, lets go, the party will be over by the time we get there.”
I danced, and danced again. I sipped my drink, as Mum had instructed, in fact she’d said, “don’t get pissed, don’t get tipsy. Two drinks, no more. Understand!”
I understood, I been drunk once before. She hadn’t gone mad, hadn’t shouted. She’d held my hair as I was sick. Given me aspirin for my hang over. Then never mentioned it again. It was awful, I’d let her down. I wished she’d shouted.
Oliver danced with her. I watched as he ran his hands down her body, around her bottom. He held her tight. He was so handsome, as he glided over the dance floor. Then he asked me. He held me in his arms, and propelled me backwards. Mums insistence that I learned to dance was paying off. He was charming, interested in me. I looked up, into his eyes, and melted. I danced another with him, willing him to run his hands over my body, as he had my mothers. He was a gentleman, and didn’t take advantage. I pressed myself against him, feeling his cock, semi erect through my dress. Then he pulled me tighter, and moved his hands, but kept them above my waist.
“Have you booked our private room?” I asked Oliver.
“Why of course, supper is already laid out, champagne is on ice, shall we go up,” he replied.
“Mmm, lets.”
The room was decorated in the Edwardian fashion. Heavy velvet d****s, leather sofa’s. Deep carpets. A small buffet was on a side table, and two bottles of champagne on ice.
“Oh Oliver this is lovely,” I said. And it was. “Open the first bottle Oliver.”
The cork popped. I was disappointed. The cork didn’t fly across the room, the champagne didn’t spurt out of the bottle like it did in films. He poured three glasses, and handed one to Mum, and one to me, before picking up his own glass. The evening had been wonderful, I’d never been to anywhere so posh. I’d enjoyed dressing up in my lovely new dress, my lovely new underwear, it was a shame Jack wasn’t here to see me. A shame he wasn’t here to fuck me.
Mum was talking, “Oliver, thank you for a lovely evening. Its your birthday next week, but next week you’ll be away. So you must have your present tonight.”
“Present Lindzi, you shouldn’t spend your money on me,” Oliver said.
“Who said I’d spent any money Oliver. No your present is me, and Fleur.”
“I don’t understand,” Oliver said. He wasn’t the only one, for a second I didn’t understand, then the penny dropped.
“Oliver darling, we are the present, you’d like to fuck my daughter and me, wouldn’t you……….I thought so,” she said.
His cock wasn’t as big as Jacks. Not as long. Not as big round. It was hard though, very hard. He slid into me, into my wet pussy. He’d watched with unbelieving eyes as me and Mum had unzipped our dresses. No wonder Mum had chosen matching underwear. She’d made me wear stockings, complete with suspenders. I’d whined that I’d prefer tights. I was young, what did I know. Young, and a fast learner. I saw the effect they had on him, and knew I’d never wear tights again, well maybe in the winter to keep my bum warm. I knew we looked sexy, in the combination of lace and see through knickers and bra. My nipples were hard, and in my see through knickers my pussy was wet. Wet knowing that Oliver could see my waxed cunt. See Mums as well. Who would he want to fuck first, would he be able to fuck us both, after all he wasn’t Jack. Jack my boyfriend was always hard. Hard for me, hard for Mum. Oliver was old. Well a bit older than Mum. He was her boyfriend. I’d soon find out.
I thought she was joking, some sort of test. She was always a dirty bitch was Lindzi. They stood smiling at me, her and her daughter. They could have passed as sisters, dressed in very sexy little black dresses. I’d danced with them both. Fleur had pressed herself against me, I had wanted to feel her arse, but she was Lindzi’s daughter. Yet now Lindzi was telling me I could have them both, as a birthday present. Unbelievable.
They unzipped their dresses, to reveal they were both wearing identical undies, and what a sight, gorgeous. My cock was hard in a heartbeat. See through bras, see through knickers. Stockings. A dream. Yes that was it, I was dreaming. But I wasn’t, oh lucky me!
Fleur watched as her mother kissed me, and as she did, unzipped my flies, grabbing my cock, and pulling it free. She rubbed it, wanked it. Made me harder. I saw Fleur move her hand between her legs, gently fondling her pussy, her smooth young pussy. I anticipated.
“Fleur,” I heard Lindzi say.
Fleur came towards us, squatted on her heels, she took my cock from her mother, a whip of her tongue, then it disappeared into her young mouth, her red lips closed. Lindzi kissed my mouth, her tongue busy, even as her daughters tongue was busy on my cock. If this wasn’t heaven I wondered what was.
They still wore their underwear, while I was now naked. They operated like a team, one always sucking my cock. Lindzi was careful, making sure I didn’t come. She knew me, knew all the signs. Her finger and thumb squeezed my cock just below the glands whenever she thought I might be getting close. They tormented me, it was pure torture. And I loved it.
The champagne was refreshingly cool. Chilled to perfection. I poured the remainder of the second bottle on my breasts, as Fleur fucked Oliver. Her knickers and bra lay on the floor, near my own. We both still wore our stockings and suspenders, as well as our heels. Oliver lay on the carpet, as Fleur straddled him, fucking him. Hr nipples were hard, and she had come, then come again, as she used Oliver.
I pressed the call bell. A steward appeared after a minute. He didn’t miss a beat. Ignoring the fact that my young daughter was fucking my boyfriend, he asked, “you rang madam.”
“Yes,” I said standing taller than him in just stockings and heels, my tits exposed, nipples erect, as my daughter came, loudly calling God, me, and shouting “fuck me, fuck me.”
“Another couple of bottles of champagne please,” I requested.
“Certainly madam.”
I watched as Mum poured the last of the champagne on her tits. The cool liquid giving her goose-bumps, and making her nipples harder, if that was possible. Oliver was inside me, taking me on that journey to heaven. I was coming, it was almost there, it built within me, the wave was breaking. The door opened, and the grey haired waiter entered. He saw me, saw me fucking Oliver. Mum was standing naked, her only clothing was her suspender belt and stockings, same as me. And like me she still wore her high heels. I was coming, I couldn’t stop it. He would hear me. See me, and hear me. Then I came, came like I had never come before.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I urged Oliver.
“Another couple of bottles of champagne please,” I heard Mum say, and as she did I went over the edge, “Oh fucking yesssssssssss, harder, yes harder, oooooooo….God, Mum……….I’m cominggggggggggggggg! I screamed, gasping for air.
I noticed the waiter look briefly at me. Then say, “certainly madam,” before he left the room.
I was exhausted. My legs like jelly.
“My turn darling,” Mum said. She helped me up. My cunt wet, that wetness soaking my inner thighs.
She took my place, impaling herself onto Oliver’s phallus, sinking onto the stickiness I had made. I heard Oliver groan. I stood slightly unsteadily in my six inch heels. I had a ladder in one of my stockings I noticed, as the waiter returned. He had a white linen napkin over one of his arms. He pushed a trolley, on which were four bottles of champagne. He walked to the table. Under the trolley, four wine coolers, which he set by the table, and placed three of the bottles in them. Then he turned to naked me, as my mother continued to fuck Oliver, and asked, “I took the liberty madam, of bringing four bottles.” He opened the fourth, as Mum groaned on Oliver’s cock. “Shall I pour madam.”
I didn’t know what to say. My boyfriend had seen me naked. My Mums boyfriend had now seen me naked. But no-one else. Now, a perfect stranger, a waiter for fuck sake was seeing me. My nipples hard, my cunt wet. I was sexually excited. I’d only just come, yet I was having a conversation with a waiter! He poured three glasses, and set the bottle down in the vacant cooler.
“I’ll refresh the table in a moment madam, is there anything else?” He asked.
“Yes, get the fuck out of here, I’m naked, my mothers fucking on the floor,” I wanted to scream. I didn’t.
“No nothing thank you, but when you bring more food, could you bring some extra smoked salmon,” I heard myself say.”
“Of course madam, and perhaps, if I might suggest, a little more caviar.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
I woke. I was in a strange bed. I knew it was late, sunlight streamed through the partially closed curtains. I was alone, a sheet covered me. I got up. My head throbbed. My mouth was dry. My mouth tasted of fish. I got up. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. I still wore one stocking, which was rolled down just below my knee. My make-up was smudged. The bed sheets were soiled. Spunk. Sperm. Oliver had come inside me, and by the look of it, in buckets, which during the night had seeped out of me. The power shower was hot, refreshingly so. I stood under it, drinking a bottle of mineral water which had been beside the bed. I’d fucked my mothers boyfriend, shared him with her. Then fucked her, while Oliver watched. Last week I was a virgin, now I had fucked my boyfriend, and my Mums boyfriend, shared them both with her. Then I remembered, a grey haired guy, had I fucked him as well?
I drove. “The look on your face when the waiter came in, while you were fucking Oliver, just as you were coming. Then when he came back, you were priceless, ordering some more food. “Might I suggest, a little more caviar,” says he. “Oh thank you,” says you. Standing in just your stockings and heels. Wonderful darling.”
“I do remember, I was still sober then,” Fleur replied.
“You weren’t really drunk, you just drank a little too much, trying to cool down. Your trouble is you’re not use to it.” I told her.
“Did I fuck the waiter?” Fleur asked.
“Did you want to?……… No Fleur, only Oliver, and me.”
I pulled the car onto the driveway. The garden was immaculate. The windows gleamed. We walked around the back. The fence was freshly treated. The shrubs trimmed. Everywhere tidy. Jack was there, smiling, expecting his reward. With him his friend, Glynn. Glynn I could see was a little unsure of himself. Probably doubting the promised payment.
“Jack, Glynn, what a fantastic job you have both done. Come on Fleur, lets give them their reward, after all we promised. Jack you come with me, Fleur you look after Glynn.”
“But Lindzi, Fleur is my girlfriend,” Jack said.
“I know darling, and she’s my daughter. And my daughter fucked my boyfriend last night, so I’m going to fuck you, and Glynn is going to fuck Fleur. Then sweetie, we’ll swap just for fun.”
Glynn was on top of me, my legs bent up, and around his waist. He wasn’t as big as Jack, he wasn’t as skilled a lover as Oliver. In less than a week I’d gone from virgin, to? To what. I was now being fucked by a third guy. Did that make me a slut? And if it did, what did that make my mother. All these things ran through my mind as Glynn sweated and grunted above me. He wasn’t doing it for me, I was wet, and excited, my nipples hard. But I hadn’t come, I wasn’t even close. On the other hand, my mother was across the room, screaming as Jack’s big cock filled her. I urged him on, urged him to fuck me harder. He did his best, and at last I felt an orgasm approaching, it was there, a little way off, when he stiffened, and groaned.
“Oh fuck Fleur, oh yes, fuck, I’m cummming………..”
I felt his ejaculation inside me, as he rammed his cock as far inside me as he could, then he just slipped out of me, and fell to one side. I was unsatisfied, I hadn’t come, unlike my mother, who clearly was coming yet again.
“Wow Fleur, that was great, thanks,” Glynn said.
What does a girl do, or say. I wasn’t sure.
We swapped, Jack went to Fleur, and a rapidly hardening Glynn had his head between my legs. He needed some guidance.
“Try licking me just here,” I told him, guiding him to my clit.
“Mmm, that’s better Glynn, pull the hood back a little while you do it.”
“Sure thing, Lindzi,” he said quickly, before resuming his task.
This boy needed some help, no wonder I hadn’t heard Fleur as he’d fucked her.
“No, darling, keep at it, you’re doing fine,” I told him.
It was arousing, having a teenager between my legs, one who was so clearly inexperienced.
“Darling, let me suck your cock,” I said softly.
I could taste Fleur on it, as I sucked it, my tongue never still. He was hard. I licked his balls, then returned to the bulbous purple head. I looked up at him. He looked like the cat that got the cream. And he had, we were the cream, my daughter and me. He’d fucked her, now he was going to fuck me.
He slipped into me, my cunt already wet from Jack, who having fucked me, was now fucking my daughter across the room. I looked over, she was on all fours, being fucked from behind, her hands gripping a cushion.
“Take it slow, lover, no rush, that’s it,” I told him.
“Sorry Lindzi,” he said.
“Glynn, how many girls have you actually had intercourse with?” I asked.
“Well, err, I……….well, just Fleur, and now you,” he said, blushing.
“That’s alright, just take your time, now a little harder, you won’t hurt me………that’s it.”
Across the room, I heard Fleur coming. My noisy daughter!
We lay in the hot tub. It was mid morning. Jack had gone home, exhausted. He’d fucked us both, three times each, then fucked Fleur again. He was after all her boyfriend. My daughters boyfriend. We were both naked, our breasts half floated on the surface of the water. I sipped my drink.
“Regrets?” I asked her, asked Fleur.
“Regrets Mum? Certainly not, well maybe one, that we didn’t do this before.” She replied.
“So anymore boyfriends?” I asked her.
“Mum!” She said.
“Only asking, only we could wear Jack out, and where would we be then?” I teased.
“Then we’d have to use one of your old men!” Fleur retorted.
“Old men, old men! Young lady, those old men as you call them could take you to heaven and back and no mistake!” Then I lay back, and giggled.
“Why are you giggling, oh Mum, really,” I said.
“I was just thinking Fleur, just thinking,” she replied.
“Come on, tell me.”
“Its just, well, no I couldn’t.”
“Well don’t then.” I said.
“Oh alright then, Fleur. Well you’ve shared your boyfriend with me, so I was thinking that maybe I should share my boyfriends with you, you know those old men.” Mum said.
I lay back, letting the water wash over me. The sky was blue, not a cloud in it. It was summer. The summer I lost my cherry to my boyfriend, while my Mum watched. So what about her boyfriends. Maybe not old, exactly. One looked just like Daniel Craig, even had piercing blue eyes that made my stomach go all weird. His name wasn’t Daniel, not even James.
“What about Oliver, now he’s not bad, I mean for an old man,” I said.
“Oliver, mmm, looks like Daniel Craig, that might be fun, I’ll ring him.” Mum said firmly. “Later.”
We laid there, sipping our drinks, enjoying doing nothing.
“Of course, if we are going to seduce Oliver, then you’re going to need something a bit sexier than those white cotton panties you had on yesterday,” I said.
“Seduce?” Fleur asked.
“Of course. He’s not s*******n. A flash of your schoolgirl knickers isn’t going to do it.” I said. “We need to go shopping.”
The shopping centre was busy. We headed to the a little boutique on the first floor, opposite Costa Coffee.
“Remember Fleur, always wear matching bra and panties,” Mum told me.
“I know, its your rule.”
“No Fleur, our rule. Right lets shop.”
She picked up a pretty lace bra, “like it?”
“Do I ever, you mean I can have proper lingerie, like that?” I asked.
Underwear, stockings, dresses, tops, and skirts. Oh and shoes, heels. High heels.
“Can’t I just have tights?” I asked her.
“Certainly not, because Fleur, stockings are sexier, and men love them.”
I was loaded down with bags. Mum treated herself too.
“Here lets get a set each of these, matching undies, the boys will love that.” Mum said.
“Boys?” I asked.
“Yes, boys.”
When we arrived home Jack was waiting for us. Him and that big cock of ours.
“Hey Jack,” Mum said.
“Hey Mrs…….err, Lindzi, I err.” Jack mumbled.
“I guess you want to fuck me and my daughter again, don’t you Jack,” Mum said
“Well, err……….”
“Of course you do Jack, and we want to fuck you, but we’re busy right now, so why don’t you cut the grass. I’m sure we’ll be ready for that big cock of yours then,” Mum said, and as she said it she squeezed his cock through his jeans.
“Of course Lindzi, I’ll start straight away, whatever you want.” Jack said.
“What I want Jack is your big cock inside me, now make a good job of it, oh, and do the front as well.”
Jack went to the garage, and the lawn mower.
“Mum, that’s cruel. And anyway, I really want to feel his cock inside me again.” I said.
“So do I Fleur, but men need to know who’s boss. Treat them firmly. If we let him fuck us now, we’d have to cut the grass ourselves, wouldn’t we,” Mum reasoned.
“No, the guy who comes on Friday’s would do it,” I said.
“That reminds me, I must ring him, and tell him we won’t need him anymore!”
I finished the front lawn, and took the mower around to the rear. I saw them straightaway, laying on sun beds on the deck. Sunbathing, like two blonde goddesses. They could have been sisters, of course they weren’t. Mother and daughter lay side by side. I’d fucked them together last night, and was here this afternoon to do the same again. I mowed the grass, making sure it was striped, just how Lindzi liked it. On the return run I had the chance to watch them. Their skin shone from sun tan cream. They watched me, through their sunglasses. I hadn’t seen Fleur in those before. They both wore bikini’s. Fleurs’ was a flowery one, I’d seen her in it before, before she had become my girlfriend, when I saw her at the beach back in the spring. I turned away from them, mowing toward the gardens boundary. I imagined them as they were last night, sucking my cock, two tongues wrapped around it. I was hard in an instant. It still ached from last night. Eight times I’d come. A blow job from Fleur, her Mum had watched, then threatened to tell my parents, when all the time she’d wanted to fuck me. Fleur had want it to, to share with her Mum. Fleur had been part of it. Teasing me, not letting me fuck her, until she could share with Mum. What a fuck. I wondered, not for the first time, how many times they’d done it before. Was I the first? I didn’t really care, I’d fucked them both three times, then done Fleur once more. I was going to dump her if she hadn’t fucked me soon. True she was a great cocksucker, the best, even better as it turned out than her mother, and that was saying something. But where Fleur could suck, Mum could fuck. I turned the mower again, and watched them as I pushed the mower towards them. Lindzi was wearing two piece as well, white, which showed off her tan. My cock throbbed. They were talking, sipping drinks from tall glasses. I sweated, and heaved the mower around again.
“He’s nearly done darling, remember, we make him wait. He’ll want a fuck straightaway. He waits.” I told her.
“Oh, but Mum, I want to!” Fleur replied.
“And so do I. But we make him wait. it’s a game Fleur, a game you must learn to play. Now here he comes.”
I watched him walk towards us. He was sweating, his muscles taut from his exertions. Two metres of muscled youth, full of testosterone, and nine inches of cock. I wanted him, my daughters boyfriend. And he wanted us. Both of us.
“Oh Jack, thank you so much, you’ve done a wonderful job, you must be thirsty, go and get yourself a drink, oh, and get me and Fleur another one while your there. You remember where everything is?”
“Err, yes, thanks…..I will.” Jack said, confused. He disappeared into the house.
Mum was being unreasonable. I couldn’t understand her. She wanted to fuck Jack as much I did. I was wet with anticipation. My nipples hard. I could see hers sticking out of her bikini top. First she made Jack cut the grass, then she sent him off to get drinks.
He returned, a tray held in front of him, three tall glasses clinking on it.
“Thanks Jack,” Mum said. “Put them down here, that’s it. Now come and sit by me, and tell me about yourself, I want to know everything.”
He sat by her, telling her about his family, his course work at college. His part time job. I sipped my drink in the sun, and fumed. Then fumed some more. Then just when I thought I’d go mad, she kissed him.
She was really interested in me, her, Fleurs’ mother, asking me about college, what I wanted to do, even my family. No one asked me about that. And she was so hot. I could see her nipples hard in bikini top, poking through the thin material. She just reached out, her hand behind my neck, she pulled me close, and kissed me. Her tongue was in my mouth, slippery as an eel. My cock needless to say to erect. Then she broke away, smiling. Was she mocking me?
“Fleur darling, time you rewarded your boyfriend, for all the hard work he’s done.” I said.
“You joining us?” Fleur asked.
“Later darling,” I said. I got up, and walked indoors, as I looked back Fleur was already unzipping him.
I dialled the number. It rang twice, before being answered.
“Oliver darling, this weekend, you don’t mind if I bring someone with me do you……..Good. We’ll arrive about midday, and top up our tans, if that’s ok.”
I went back outside, Jack was inside my daughter. Fleur was digging her nails into his back, as she threw her head back. Our rear garden wasn’t overlooked, which was just as well. I reached up behind me, and pulled the string securing my top. It fell away, and I joined my daughter and her boyfriend.
“But I don’t want to go away this weekend,” I said to my mother. “I want to spend it fucking my boyfriend!”
“Jack will be busy painting the garden fence with his friend Glynn this weekend. We are going to a party. You can fuck Jack when we get home, and probably Glynn as well.” My mother said.
“Glynn! Why would I want to fuck him? Oh my God, he paints the fence, and he gets to fuck me, is that it?” I yelled.
“Not exactly, I’ll do Glynn if you like, but you might want to join in. Now I’ve packed, we are going.” Mum said in that way she did when the matter over. Closed.
We drove out of town, and headed up the motorway.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Oliver’s.”
Oliver had a house on the coast, it perched on a cliff, overlooking a blue sea.
“Wow Mum, this is ape,” I said.
“Ape?” Mum asked.
“Oh Mum , you know, well cool,” I replied.
We were dressed, ready for the evening party. I hadn’t seen Oliver since arriving. Mum knew her way around, I noticed. We showered, did our hair and makeup. She never allowed me to wear anything heavy, of course we’d played around, but outside of that, a bit of lipstick, ad some eye shadow. Now it was the full McCoy. Foundation. Eye liner, eye shadow. Mascara. The eye shadow extended to my eyebrows, graduated and blended. Not satisfied with the amount of mascara I’d applied, Mum applied another application. “Better,” she announced. “Now lets get dressed.”
She selected some of the lingerie we had purchased together. It was lacy. It was silky. It was see through.
“Do I really have to wear stockings?” I asked.
“Yes! Now come on!” Mum said.
I looked in the full length mirror, to see the effect, although I could have just looked at her, as she was wearing the same as I was. I could see my nipples through the bra. My waxed pussy wasn’t hidden by my knickers, but looked as if it were on display, which of course it was. I turned and looked over my shoulder. The back panel of my panties was completely clear, I might just as well have been naked. I looked back, the suspender belt nipped in at the waist, lace topped stockings reached almost to my panties. Heels, higher than I’d ever owned, of course I’d worn hers about the house, tottering at first, until I could walk in them, then hidden them quick, when she’d arrived back home. I could walk in these, I was sure I could.
I stepped into the dress, a little black number. Short, and A lined. The bodice tailored. Smart, elegant. Mum also had a little black dress on, the dress longer than mine, and whilst not a pencil skirt, it was tight, the bodice tailored, but unlike mine it had three quarter length arms. Earrings, necklace, and bracelets completed our outfits. I felt sophisticated, elegant. I felt like a woman, no longer the girl I was. I even had a small clutch bag, containing the red lipstick I had on my lips. We were ready. We walked down the stairs, Oliver was there, looking more like James Bond, than James Bond. He wore a diner jacket, a bow tie. His blue eyes looked at me, seeing my inner soul. My legs felt like jelly, my stomach leaped. Mum’s boyfriend, well one of them. Was she really going to share him with me, I didn’t know, but suddenly wanted her too.
I watched Lindzi walk down the staircase, she looked her usual gorgeous self, utterly fabulous. The woman with her could have been her sister, she was equally lovely. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her. I was usually good with names and faces, especially women. I gave Lindzi a hug, and kissed her lightly on the lips.
“Sorry I wasn’t in when you arrived, you found everything you needed?” I asked.
“Of course darling,” Lindzi replied.
“You haven’t introduced me to your friend,” I said.
“Oliver, really! This is Fleur,” Lindzi replied.
“Fleur!” I recovered. “You look wonderful.” I hugged her, and kissed her once on each cheek. She smelt as good as she looked, and she looked as gorgeous as her mother. I rapidly tried to remember how old she was, sixteen? No, she’d had a birthday. I’d met her three or four times, when she had been polite, but cool. She had certainly grown into a lovely woman. A woman I would enjoy getting to know better.
“Come on, lets go, the party will be over by the time we get there.”
I danced, and danced again. I sipped my drink, as Mum had instructed, in fact she’d said, “don’t get pissed, don’t get tipsy. Two drinks, no more. Understand!”
I understood, I been drunk once before. She hadn’t gone mad, hadn’t shouted. She’d held my hair as I was sick. Given me aspirin for my hang over. Then never mentioned it again. It was awful, I’d let her down. I wished she’d shouted.
Oliver danced with her. I watched as he ran his hands down her body, around her bottom. He held her tight. He was so handsome, as he glided over the dance floor. Then he asked me. He held me in his arms, and propelled me backwards. Mums insistence that I learned to dance was paying off. He was charming, interested in me. I looked up, into his eyes, and melted. I danced another with him, willing him to run his hands over my body, as he had my mothers. He was a gentleman, and didn’t take advantage. I pressed myself against him, feeling his cock, semi erect through my dress. Then he pulled me tighter, and moved his hands, but kept them above my waist.
“Have you booked our private room?” I asked Oliver.
“Why of course, supper is already laid out, champagne is on ice, shall we go up,” he replied.
“Mmm, lets.”
The room was decorated in the Edwardian fashion. Heavy velvet d****s, leather sofa’s. Deep carpets. A small buffet was on a side table, and two bottles of champagne on ice.
“Oh Oliver this is lovely,” I said. And it was. “Open the first bottle Oliver.”
The cork popped. I was disappointed. The cork didn’t fly across the room, the champagne didn’t spurt out of the bottle like it did in films. He poured three glasses, and handed one to Mum, and one to me, before picking up his own glass. The evening had been wonderful, I’d never been to anywhere so posh. I’d enjoyed dressing up in my lovely new dress, my lovely new underwear, it was a shame Jack wasn’t here to see me. A shame he wasn’t here to fuck me.
Mum was talking, “Oliver, thank you for a lovely evening. Its your birthday next week, but next week you’ll be away. So you must have your present tonight.”
“Present Lindzi, you shouldn’t spend your money on me,” Oliver said.
“Who said I’d spent any money Oliver. No your present is me, and Fleur.”
“I don’t understand,” Oliver said. He wasn’t the only one, for a second I didn’t understand, then the penny dropped.
“Oliver darling, we are the present, you’d like to fuck my daughter and me, wouldn’t you……….I thought so,” she said.
His cock wasn’t as big as Jacks. Not as long. Not as big round. It was hard though, very hard. He slid into me, into my wet pussy. He’d watched with unbelieving eyes as me and Mum had unzipped our dresses. No wonder Mum had chosen matching underwear. She’d made me wear stockings, complete with suspenders. I’d whined that I’d prefer tights. I was young, what did I know. Young, and a fast learner. I saw the effect they had on him, and knew I’d never wear tights again, well maybe in the winter to keep my bum warm. I knew we looked sexy, in the combination of lace and see through knickers and bra. My nipples were hard, and in my see through knickers my pussy was wet. Wet knowing that Oliver could see my waxed cunt. See Mums as well. Who would he want to fuck first, would he be able to fuck us both, after all he wasn’t Jack. Jack my boyfriend was always hard. Hard for me, hard for Mum. Oliver was old. Well a bit older than Mum. He was her boyfriend. I’d soon find out.
I thought she was joking, some sort of test. She was always a dirty bitch was Lindzi. They stood smiling at me, her and her daughter. They could have passed as sisters, dressed in very sexy little black dresses. I’d danced with them both. Fleur had pressed herself against me, I had wanted to feel her arse, but she was Lindzi’s daughter. Yet now Lindzi was telling me I could have them both, as a birthday present. Unbelievable.
They unzipped their dresses, to reveal they were both wearing identical undies, and what a sight, gorgeous. My cock was hard in a heartbeat. See through bras, see through knickers. Stockings. A dream. Yes that was it, I was dreaming. But I wasn’t, oh lucky me!
Fleur watched as her mother kissed me, and as she did, unzipped my flies, grabbing my cock, and pulling it free. She rubbed it, wanked it. Made me harder. I saw Fleur move her hand between her legs, gently fondling her pussy, her smooth young pussy. I anticipated.
“Fleur,” I heard Lindzi say.
Fleur came towards us, squatted on her heels, she took my cock from her mother, a whip of her tongue, then it disappeared into her young mouth, her red lips closed. Lindzi kissed my mouth, her tongue busy, even as her daughters tongue was busy on my cock. If this wasn’t heaven I wondered what was.
They still wore their underwear, while I was now naked. They operated like a team, one always sucking my cock. Lindzi was careful, making sure I didn’t come. She knew me, knew all the signs. Her finger and thumb squeezed my cock just below the glands whenever she thought I might be getting close. They tormented me, it was pure torture. And I loved it.
The champagne was refreshingly cool. Chilled to perfection. I poured the remainder of the second bottle on my breasts, as Fleur fucked Oliver. Her knickers and bra lay on the floor, near my own. We both still wore our stockings and suspenders, as well as our heels. Oliver lay on the carpet, as Fleur straddled him, fucking him. Hr nipples were hard, and she had come, then come again, as she used Oliver.
I pressed the call bell. A steward appeared after a minute. He didn’t miss a beat. Ignoring the fact that my young daughter was fucking my boyfriend, he asked, “you rang madam.”
“Yes,” I said standing taller than him in just stockings and heels, my tits exposed, nipples erect, as my daughter came, loudly calling God, me, and shouting “fuck me, fuck me.”
“Another couple of bottles of champagne please,” I requested.
“Certainly madam.”
I watched as Mum poured the last of the champagne on her tits. The cool liquid giving her goose-bumps, and making her nipples harder, if that was possible. Oliver was inside me, taking me on that journey to heaven. I was coming, it was almost there, it built within me, the wave was breaking. The door opened, and the grey haired waiter entered. He saw me, saw me fucking Oliver. Mum was standing naked, her only clothing was her suspender belt and stockings, same as me. And like me she still wore her high heels. I was coming, I couldn’t stop it. He would hear me. See me, and hear me. Then I came, came like I had never come before.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” I urged Oliver.
“Another couple of bottles of champagne please,” I heard Mum say, and as she did I went over the edge, “Oh fucking yesssssssssss, harder, yes harder, oooooooo….God, Mum……….I’m cominggggggggggggggg! I screamed, gasping for air.
I noticed the waiter look briefly at me. Then say, “certainly madam,” before he left the room.
I was exhausted. My legs like jelly.
“My turn darling,” Mum said. She helped me up. My cunt wet, that wetness soaking my inner thighs.
She took my place, impaling herself onto Oliver’s phallus, sinking onto the stickiness I had made. I heard Oliver groan. I stood slightly unsteadily in my six inch heels. I had a ladder in one of my stockings I noticed, as the waiter returned. He had a white linen napkin over one of his arms. He pushed a trolley, on which were four bottles of champagne. He walked to the table. Under the trolley, four wine coolers, which he set by the table, and placed three of the bottles in them. Then he turned to naked me, as my mother continued to fuck Oliver, and asked, “I took the liberty madam, of bringing four bottles.” He opened the fourth, as Mum groaned on Oliver’s cock. “Shall I pour madam.”
I didn’t know what to say. My boyfriend had seen me naked. My Mums boyfriend had now seen me naked. But no-one else. Now, a perfect stranger, a waiter for fuck sake was seeing me. My nipples hard, my cunt wet. I was sexually excited. I’d only just come, yet I was having a conversation with a waiter! He poured three glasses, and set the bottle down in the vacant cooler.
“I’ll refresh the table in a moment madam, is there anything else?” He asked.
“Yes, get the fuck out of here, I’m naked, my mothers fucking on the floor,” I wanted to scream. I didn’t.
“No nothing thank you, but when you bring more food, could you bring some extra smoked salmon,” I heard myself say.”
“Of course madam, and perhaps, if I might suggest, a little more caviar.”
“Thank you,” I replied.
I woke. I was in a strange bed. I knew it was late, sunlight streamed through the partially closed curtains. I was alone, a sheet covered me. I got up. My head throbbed. My mouth was dry. My mouth tasted of fish. I got up. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was a mess. I still wore one stocking, which was rolled down just below my knee. My make-up was smudged. The bed sheets were soiled. Spunk. Sperm. Oliver had come inside me, and by the look of it, in buckets, which during the night had seeped out of me. The power shower was hot, refreshingly so. I stood under it, drinking a bottle of mineral water which had been beside the bed. I’d fucked my mothers boyfriend, shared him with her. Then fucked her, while Oliver watched. Last week I was a virgin, now I had fucked my boyfriend, and my Mums boyfriend, shared them both with her. Then I remembered, a grey haired guy, had I fucked him as well?
I drove. “The look on your face when the waiter came in, while you were fucking Oliver, just as you were coming. Then when he came back, you were priceless, ordering some more food. “Might I suggest, a little more caviar,” says he. “Oh thank you,” says you. Standing in just your stockings and heels. Wonderful darling.”
“I do remember, I was still sober then,” Fleur replied.
“You weren’t really drunk, you just drank a little too much, trying to cool down. Your trouble is you’re not use to it.” I told her.
“Did I fuck the waiter?” Fleur asked.
“Did you want to?……… No Fleur, only Oliver, and me.”
I pulled the car onto the driveway. The garden was immaculate. The windows gleamed. We walked around the back. The fence was freshly treated. The shrubs trimmed. Everywhere tidy. Jack was there, smiling, expecting his reward. With him his friend, Glynn. Glynn I could see was a little unsure of himself. Probably doubting the promised payment.
“Jack, Glynn, what a fantastic job you have both done. Come on Fleur, lets give them their reward, after all we promised. Jack you come with me, Fleur you look after Glynn.”
“But Lindzi, Fleur is my girlfriend,” Jack said.
“I know darling, and she’s my daughter. And my daughter fucked my boyfriend last night, so I’m going to fuck you, and Glynn is going to fuck Fleur. Then sweetie, we’ll swap just for fun.”
Glynn was on top of me, my legs bent up, and around his waist. He wasn’t as big as Jack, he wasn’t as skilled a lover as Oliver. In less than a week I’d gone from virgin, to? To what. I was now being fucked by a third guy. Did that make me a slut? And if it did, what did that make my mother. All these things ran through my mind as Glynn sweated and grunted above me. He wasn’t doing it for me, I was wet, and excited, my nipples hard. But I hadn’t come, I wasn’t even close. On the other hand, my mother was across the room, screaming as Jack’s big cock filled her. I urged him on, urged him to fuck me harder. He did his best, and at last I felt an orgasm approaching, it was there, a little way off, when he stiffened, and groaned.
“Oh fuck Fleur, oh yes, fuck, I’m cummming………..”
I felt his ejaculation inside me, as he rammed his cock as far inside me as he could, then he just slipped out of me, and fell to one side. I was unsatisfied, I hadn’t come, unlike my mother, who clearly was coming yet again.
“Wow Fleur, that was great, thanks,” Glynn said.
What does a girl do, or say. I wasn’t sure.
We swapped, Jack went to Fleur, and a rapidly hardening Glynn had his head between my legs. He needed some guidance.
“Try licking me just here,” I told him, guiding him to my clit.
“Mmm, that’s better Glynn, pull the hood back a little while you do it.”
“Sure thing, Lindzi,” he said quickly, before resuming his task.
This boy needed some help, no wonder I hadn’t heard Fleur as he’d fucked her.
“No, darling, keep at it, you’re doing fine,” I told him.
It was arousing, having a teenager between my legs, one who was so clearly inexperienced.
“Darling, let me suck your cock,” I said softly.
I could taste Fleur on it, as I sucked it, my tongue never still. He was hard. I licked his balls, then returned to the bulbous purple head. I looked up at him. He looked like the cat that got the cream. And he had, we were the cream, my daughter and me. He’d fucked her, now he was going to fuck me.
He slipped into me, my cunt already wet from Jack, who having fucked me, was now fucking my daughter across the room. I looked over, she was on all fours, being fucked from behind, her hands gripping a cushion.
“Take it slow, lover, no rush, that’s it,” I told him.
“Sorry Lindzi,” he said.
“Glynn, how many girls have you actually had intercourse with?” I asked.
“Well, err, I……….well, just Fleur, and now you,” he said, blushing.
“That’s alright, just take your time, now a little harder, you won’t hurt me………that’s it.”
Across the room, I heard Fleur coming. My noisy daughter!
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