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I looked down the two envelopes that lay open on the table in front of me. I felt depressed. I shouldn’t be, but I was. Depressed by the two invitations. One to a fabulous party, being held by my boss. The other, the worst of the two, an invite to a wedding weekend, from my best friend. I’d known her since we were at school, she was re marrying. Lots of our old friends would be there. I dreaded it. I dreaded them both. Worse, they were for me, plus one. I didn’t have a plus one.

“What’s the matter Mum,” I asked, as I walked into the kitchen. My Mum was sitting, her head in her hands, staring the morning mail.
“Nothing darling,” she replied. “Just a couple of party invites, nothing really.”
“Great, two parties, you’ll have a fabulous time, when are they?” I asked her.
“One is next week, the other, at the end of the month, but I won’t be going. Coffee?” She asked, changing the subject.
“Why? You never go out, I don’t get it?” I said.

Why didn’t I? I’d asked myself that question more times than I cared to remember. I was thirty eight. The truth. I was scared. I was stuck in a rut. I hadn’t changed my hair style in more than a decade. My clothes belonged to the previous century. I didn’t know how to change. If I went, I’d be a wallflower, one of those women who never get asked to dance, never get chatted up. I was a joke. I knew all the girls at the office thought as much. Poor Vicky. Poor Vicky, she can’t get a man. I felt sorry for myself. I was wallowing in self pity. The only person who didn’t judge me was my son, Alfie. Then before I knew it, I blurted it all out to him. The whole sorry story. Tears ran down my face. I was a mess, and now my son knew too.

I was taken aback. Mum was in floods of tears. And why? Because she had lost her way. She was a good looking woman. I should know, I lived with her, and had watched her all my eighteen years. She was tall, 5’ 8”. Slim, with great tits, and a nice round bum. Her legs were long, and shapely. Her hair was a mess, no question. Mousy brown. I couldn’t remember the last time she had been to the hairdressers.
“Is that it?” I asked. “Come on Mum, we can soon fix that.”
She looked at me, her brown eyes wide.
“I’ll help you. Look, just trust me. First off, lets see what clothes you actually have, then we can work out what you need.”
“Will you, but what do you know about women’s clothes? You‘re only eighteen.” She asked.
“Mum, I own a third of a photography business. I did media at college. That year I broke my arm, I did stage make up. I’m good, ask Jacks Mum. Plus like you said I’m eighteen. I study women!”
I led Alfie upstairs to my bedroom. He was the only man who had been in here since………since I didn’t know when. I opened my wardrobe. He began rummaging.
A pile of clothes began to grow on the floor beside the bed. The charity pile. A far smaller pile on the bed grew much slower. Then he was done.
“Now Mum, you’ve got to trust me. Forget what you think you should wear, I’ll be the judge. Now, take that dress off,” Alfie said.
“What in front of you!” I said.
“In front of me. Its not as if I haven’t seen you in your undies before, I see you all the time. Now come on.”
The dress I was wearing joined the charity pile, and I stood in just my bra and knickers, under the intense gaze of my son.

I looked at Mum, as she stood in front of me. She needed a lot of work. A hell of a lot. Everything needed doing. At least the basic’s were there. Figure, legs, arse, tits. All fabulous. She was good looking. Pretty, attractive.
“Mum, the bra doesn’t fit, your knickers are, well they’re old ladies pants. What colour are they, grubby white!” I said.
“They’re clean,” she said, “I just washed them with something that ran, and as for my pants, they’re comfortable!”
“We’re looking for sexy Mum. Lets see what you have in your knicker draw.”
I tipped her knicker draw onto the bed, a second draw contained her bra’s. It wasn’t any better than what she was wearing. Off white, or washed out black, which looked grey. I spread them out, they’d all have to go. Hidden in the pile, a vibrator, I held it up. Mum blushed down to her toes.
“Even this Mum has had it, how old is it?” I asked her, enjoying her embarrassment.
“Oh that, I’d forgotten it was even there.”
I turned the switch, it buzzed like a geriatric bee.
“Really!” I said. It joined the charity pile. “When did you last go the beauty ther****ts‘? Your legs need waxing, and as for you bikini line, Christ Mum, it’s the twenty first century.”
I pointed to her pubes, which poked out either side of her knickers.

I felt embarrassed. I knew Alfie was right. I was a mess, but having your son telling you your faults wasn’t pleasant. The fact that he was right just made it worse.
He was on his mobile.
“Sue, its me. Look, I’ve a project for you, she needs the works………..yes the works……….yes hair, needs cutting and colouring……blonde………waxing, legs…….yes full legs, and bikini line…………Brazilian……….eyebrow shape…….while your there manicure……….French, yes and a facial……….how long?…………..Yes that’s fine Sue. Oh and Sue thanks, I owe you. See you in an hour.”
He turned and looked at me. “Right, you’re having your hair done, and then the works. Now lets get cracking. That bra doesn’t fit, are they all the same size?
“Of course it fits, I’ve always been a 38C,” I told him.
“Mum, the back strap is half way up your back, the cups are………” He pulled at my bra shaking my tits.

He dropped me off at the beauty ther****ts‘. I was dreading it. Dreading being judged by some air headed bimbo. I’d already been made a fool of, Alfie had driven via Marks and Spencer. I’d been measured. He’d was right, my bra size wasn’t what I’d thought. I wasn’t a 38C, but a 36D. Now he was gone, gone to buy me new clothes, and drop my old ones off at the charity shop. I took a deep breath and walked in. Sue greeted me. She wasn’t a bimbo, but a woman in her late forties. They washed my hair. They cut my hair. They coloured my hair. I was blonde. I’d never been blonde before. My nails were manicure, fingers and toes. A French manicure she called it. Worse was still to come. My legs were waxed, then my bikini line. I closed my eyes, and endured.

We walked into the foyer of the hotel. Alfie carried both our bags. I was nervous. I checked in. I’d been allocated one double room. We’d be sharing, the room, and the bed. It had been Alfie’ idea. I needed a partner. No one at work knew him. He was my toy boy. Several of my work colleagues’ watched us sign in. They checked him out. They checked me out. They’d never done that before. Sue had given me lessons during the last week on doing my make up, caring for my hair. During that week I learned that she and my son had been sleeping together on and off, since he left school. He had been sixteen, she was forty, the mother of three, old enough to be his mother. That had come as a shock. She was older than me, but he clearly found her very attractive. I wore the clothes Alfie had brought, with my money, but he’d got them. Brought them without me even having a say. All of my clothes he had chosen. My previous wardrobe had gone, every last bit. I wore a pair of designer jeans, which fitted like a second skin, with them I wore a silk top, a tuxedo jacket. The heels were three inches higher than anything that they had replaced. I had tottered about the house for days, until I could walk in them. I didn’t wear a bra. Alfie had made me remove it. My breasts moved under the soft material, causing my nipples to become erect. I wore a white thong under the jeans, crisp white. Nothing like my former knickers, very little material cover my almost bald fanny. I enjoyed the feel of my bald pussy against the soft material.

The room was spacious. A king sized bed dominated the room. Off to one side an en suite, without a door I noted. Mum looked great in her new clothes. Her new hair do. While she looked fabulous she still lacked the confidence to go with it. Years of not bothering with her looks had knocked her.
“Time we got ready to go down for early evening drinks,” I told her. “Come on, lets get changed.”

The party was buzzing when we walked in, but it seemed to me that all eyes were on me. My work colleagues’ looked at me, seeing the new me. Seeing me for the first time. They whispered to each other. I ignored them, and headed for the bar with Alfie on my arm. I wore a little black dress, that hugged my hips and thighs, I felt confident on my six inch heels. He bodice of the dress kept my braless breasts in place. The black dress was complimented by gold jewellery, necklace, and earrings, borrowed from Jacks Mum. Jack was his friend, and business partner, well one of them. Alfie looked great, really hunky, in a dark blue lounge suit, a crisp white open necked shirt emphasised his light tan. My Alfie. I danced, I drank, then danced again. All the men wanted suddenly to dance with me. Before, they hardly noticed me.

I woke in the middle of the night, suddenly aware of a warm feeling between my legs. I lay, and enjoyed the sensations. A hand cupped my pussy. I was wet. I was excited. I groaned silently with pleasure. The first time in I didn’t know how long, since it wasn’t my hand inside my knickers. I wasn’t wearing any knickers. I was nearly there, the hand moved softly, slowly.

I wasn’t wearing any knickers! I was sharing my bed with Alfie, my son! I was suddenly wide awake. I went to sit up, but my orgasm was upon me. The pleasure wave hit me. I was coming. I spread my legs wider, one leg was already across Alfie’s legs. “Oh my God……..I’m fucking comingggggggggggg.”
I lay there panting, I looked across, not sure if Alfie was awake, no he wasn’t. I relaxed. Alfie was asleep, even if his cock was wide awake, and standing to attention.
I moved away, and turned over, my back to him. Phew. Alfie moved behind me, his cock hard against my back. I wondered what it would feel like inside me. Alfie was asleep, he wouldn’t know. I move my bum, opened my legs. His cock was between them. I felt his hardness. He wouldn’t know, what was the harm? I reached under myself, and guided him inside me. I trembled, as he penetrated me, I pushed back, as he slide inside me, filling me. It had been so long. I almost came straightaway. I slowly fucked him, careful not to wake him. Thankful the room we had been allocated only had the one bed. I came, my cunt pulsing, gripping his hard cock. I wanted to come again, but knew I should stop. He was still asleep, he wouldn’t know. I pushed back again, slowly, carefully, back and fro. I moaned, came again. I was in heaven. My nipples were so hard, they were sore. My clit, as I rubbed it, engorged. Hard. A button that led to pleasure. I gently rubbed it, pushing the hood back, to expose more. I came one last time, and as I did, so Alfie came, deep inside me. I heard him groan, praying he wouldn’t wake. I felt him relax. I relaxed.
“Enjoy that Mum?” Alfie asked.
I jumped. I was found out. I nearly pissed myself. I did, a little. I felt ashamed. I was a slut, fucking my own son.

The following morning I couldn’t look at him. I was so ashamed.
“Mum, look don’t worry about it. I’m not,” he said.
“Are you sure darling. I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say,” I said, truly contrite.
“Don’t be. You enjoyed it, don’t say you didn’t,” Alfie said to me.
“How can I make it up to you,” I asked.
“Easy, lighten up. You want to do it again?” Alfie asked. He wasn’t serious, was he?
“You can’t mean that Alfie.”
“Why not. You are gorgeous. Why wouldn’t anyone not want to fuck you?”
“Alfie!”
“Well, want to do it again?”
I was tempted. Truly I was.

She stood in front of me, clearly in a state of shock. When I woke in the night, my hand was between her legs. I had been about to take it away, when I realised how wet she was, and with that knowledge, she came. Then she turned her back to me. I cuddled up behind her, then she took hold of my cock, which was so hard it fucking hurt. The next thing I knew I was inside her, with her pushing back onto me. I’d smiled to myself. So my Mum was just like Jack’s. A cock hungry milf. But was she the total slut Angie was? I’d soon find out, if not tonight, then in the coming weeks.

I pushed her back onto the bed. She didn’t resist. Her legs fell open. I knelt down.
“When did anyone do this to you Mum,” I asked.
I pulled her lace panties to one side, and lowered my face to her cunt. As I had suspected, she was already wet. She’d walked around the room in just her underwear after her shower. Underwear I had brought for her.
My tongue lightly ran across her pussy, as it did she trembled. Her out lips parted, just a little. My tongue parted them a little more, probing to her inner labia. She groaned, pleasure coursing through her body. I went to work on her clit, which poked through her labia, scream, lick here, lick here. I duly did. She was almost sobbing, almost begging me to stop. Begging to stop, but not wanting me to. I felt her coming. I pushed my tongue inside her, as she had a powerful orgasm. Her juices flowed out of her, making my face wet. Then I was above her. I kissed her, letting her taste her own wetness on my face, on my tongue.

Alfie was above me, I’d just had the best orgasm that I could remember. He kissed me. His tongue in my mouth. I spread my legs, indicating I wanted him. I felt his cock against my hot wet cunt. He made no move to penetrate me. I didn’t understand. Then the penny dropped. He wanted me to guide him in. In doing so, he would know that I wanted his cock inside me again. Not a sleepy, tipsy fuck. A conscious decision on my part. I hesitated. I hesitated a little more. Then I could resist no more. I gripped his cock, and pulled him inside me. I raised my hips, and with my free hand, pulled him in. I wanted it all, I wanted it now. He fucked me. He fucked me hard. I came numerous times, on his hard throbbing cock. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and gripped hard. I held him there, deep inside me. I gripped him. Held him. I wanted him deeper.
“Fuck me doggy style,” I commanded.
He withdrew, and I felt empty. I got onto all fours, my head on the pillow, my knees pulled up, my arse in the air. He was behind me. Mounting me. He parted my pussy, driving deep. Thrusting. Hard. Throbbing. He fucked me. Deep. Withdrew, almost. Plunged back in. Deep. Deeper. The tip of his cock brushing my G-spot. I was in ecstasy. I came, then came again. Multiple. I could hardly breath. Sweat rolled down my face. The door opened, the maid stood in the doorway. She smiled. She watched. Alfie didn’t stop. She smiled again. “Pardon, Madam,” she said, before slowly closing the door. The door clicked shut, and I came again.

Alfie drove. My legs still felt like jelly. I should have felt ashamed. I didn’t, that was a surprise. I felt fulfilled.
“You like older women Alfie,” I said.
“What makes you say that?” He asked.
“Well, you’ve been seeing Sue for ages, she told me,” I said.
“True,” he said.
“Any other, what do call them, us?” I asked.
“Oh you mean milfs”
“Milfs, what’s that?
“Come on Mum, milf, mother I’d like to fuck.” Alfie said.
“So I’m a milf, am I?”
“You are now!” Alfie said.
“So any others?” I asked.
No, not really, Sue, you of course. Oh and Angie,” he said.
“Angie, what Jacks Mum?” I asked. “You fancy Jacks Mum.”
“More than fancy, she lets me fuck her whenever I like.” Alfie said.
“Angie? Pull the other one. Angie. You’ll be telling me she does it with Jack next,” I said.
“She does. She does it with anyone. She can’t get enough of it.” Alfie said.
“I don’t believe you!” I said.


I switched on the computer when we arrived home. Mum stood behind me, looking over my shoulder. I brought up the pictures of Angie. I felt Mums hands on my shoulder. I opened another file. Angie again, legs wide, her knickers wet from her own excitement.
“Alfie, she looks so different.” Mum whispered.
“I know, I did her make up. You wouldn’t recognise her if you didn’t know her.”
I opened another file. Angie with Alex.
“That’s Alex, her daughter,” Mum gasped.
She watched the film clip. It was a promo, made to sell the films, and pictures.
Next Angie and several men, alongside Alex, being used. Fucked, repeatedly.
“And you did there make up. Wow Alfie, its like a disguise. And you film them as well?” Mum asked.
“I do the make up, and the sets. But the three of us film, and take the pictures. Jack mainly does the directing. George mostly does the selling. Selling the content we make.”

“Look Mum, we’re going to Ibiza next week. I’m doing the make up, sorting what they’re wearing. Come with us. You’ll be back for that party, plus you’ll have a tan. Come, it’ll be fun!” I told her.


“Fun? I asked
“Yeah,” Alfie said. “It won’t be all work. Who knows, we could have a threesome with Angie!” He said smiling at me.
My stomach turned a somersault at the thought.
“I couldn’t Alfie,” I said, weakly.
“Couldn’t what, come away, or have a threesome with Angie? Alfie asked.
It was a good question.





The sun was just coming up, just showing, as it rose above the blue sea. It would rise further into a clear blue sky. Ibiza was quiet at this time of the day. We had been up for a couple of hours. We were ready to work. Alfie had done our make up, our trade mark look. The shoot was about to begin. The photographer was ready. We were ready. Only the sun need to rise, just a little further. The air was clear. The heat of the day still to come, but already heat shimmered above the salt flats, where the shoot would take place. It took three hours. Three hours of posing just so, my back was agony. My legs ached. By the time the shoot was over the sun was reflecting off the salt, off the sand. It was like being in an oven. I was drenched in sweat, which was a look the photographer wanted. Sweat ran between my breasts, ran down my back, and between my buttocks. My pussy was wet, both from within, and from the sweat without. Labours at the salt works watched, when they were able, as I spread myself for the lens. Click, click. It was a familiar scenario, if not a familiar setting. Then it was done.
Back at the villa, after a quick shower, we looked at the results. Oscar was happy. Happy with the pictures, happy with us, his models. The sexy woman lay, exposing herself, holding herself open. Fingering herself. She was a slut. She was me.
The breeze from the sea wafted through the room, a welcome relief from the oppressive heat. I wanted to swim, then work on my tan. Oscar had other ideas, he led me through to the master bedroom. The huge circular bed dominated the room. On it lay my daughter, Alex. She lay naked, her legs wide and welcoming. We gave him what he wanted. What he wanted was us. Both of us. He wanted us together. We obliged. We fucked him. He fucked us. We fucked each other. Tomorrow we’d be filmed fucking. It was why we were here. Why we were being paid to be here. Our first day of work. We were here for a week.

I finally walked out to the pool. I was naked. My heels clicked on the tiles. Vicky was already there, laying on a sun lounger. She wore a one piece swim suit. She had a great figure. She smiled.
“You had an early start Angie,” she said.
“Tell me about it! We have to be up tomorrow again at four.” I told her.
She looked over my shoulder, as Alex joined us. Like me she as stark naked. She slumped down next to Vicky.
“Come on Vicky,” I said. “Get your kit off. This is an all naked pool.”
I watched as she stripped off. She really did have a good figure, and great tits.
“Who did your nails,” I asked.
“A girl at Dimples, Sue.” She answered.
“She does my waxing, she’s good. Your Alfie still fucking her?” I asked.
“Angie, how do you know that?” Vicky asked.
“He told me one night, he’s good in bed, no wonder Sue puts out for him whenever he wants!” I giggled. “You know he fucks me, and Alex, don’t you?”
“He told me about you, but I didn’t know Alex as well,” Vicky said.
“He told me he wants us to have a threesome while we’re here,” I said.
Vicky went white.
“Its alright, Vicky, I’d love to. Oscar is out tonight, so lets do it tonight, shall we?” I said.
Vicky was still, very pale, but managed to nod.
“Mum,” Alex called. “If you’re fucking Vicky, and Alfie tonight, what shall I do?”
“You’ll think of something darling,” I told her. “Now, lets relax shall we, and work on our tans, while we can.”

I felt like a virgin. I’d showered, put on my sexiest underwear. It was all sexy, Alfie had seen to that. I didn’t own a pair of comfy panties anymore, well apart from those panties, but it wasn’t that time of the month, thank goodness. I slipped a white linen dress over my head. Ibiza style. My mouth was dry, but my pussy was tingling with excitement. I felt like a virgin, because I was. I’d never been with a woman before, well I’d French kissed Yvonne at school when I was f******n, but that didn’t really count.

The lounge opened out onto the deck, which in turn overlooked the pool. The sun was setting as I walked onto the deck. They were waiting for me. Angie wore a sheath of fine linen, her breasts clearly visible through the thin material. She was beautiful, her blonde hair was loose, hanging to her shoulders. Alfie was smiling, wearing a light cotton pair of chino’s, and a blue silk shirt. Angie handed me a drink.
“I thought you could use this,” she said smiling.
I took a gulp, it was stronger than I’d expected, and almost choked.
“Ever been with a woman Vicky,” she asked.
“No,” I replied.
“I’ll be gentle,” she replied.

She was gentle. She took it slow. She kissed my cheek, she kissed my neck. She caressed my back, my bum. She took my glass from me, then reached behind my neck, and pulled my face to hers. She kissed me slowly, her wet lips on mine. Her tongue flicked into my mouth. Darted in, then it was gone, leaving just the faint taste of her. She coaxed me, slowly. She was my teacher. Alfie watched from the bar, as his mother, and his friends mother made love. I became oblivious to everything around me. My dress a heap on the floor, my bra with it.
“Remember, Vicky, get your knickers off as soon as you can, but never, never take your heels off.”
I was puzzled by her remark. But over the coming weeks and months it would become all too clear. She pushed me onto the wicker sofa, her hand between my legs, her fingers busy. I was wet. I’d never thought f myself as a lesbian, but I had always been a little bi curious. At a party once, I was asked if I could fuck any five people, with no consequences who would be my number one. We’ve all played that game, right. I’d replied without thinking. Kyle. Her head was between my legs, my panties gone, she fingered me, excited my clitoris. Then she bent her head, and ran her tongue around it. I came immediately. She wasn’t finished, nor was I. I felt myself coming again.
“Don’t stop, oh my fucking God, yesssssssssssssssss,” I moaned.
Her tongue probed me, parted my labia. Penetrated me. She drank me in. My anus pulsated, her tongue was there, rimming me. I’d never experienced anything like it in my life.

Then it was my turn. My turn to make her come. I was nervous. But I wanted it. Wanted to make her come, as she had given me so much pleasure. She coaxed me again, as I tentatively touched her cunt with the tips of my tongue. I’d never tasted a woman before. Of course I’d tasted myself, but that had been a long time ago. She was musky. Heady. Sweet. Wonderful. My
Face was already wet when she came that first time, she came as I had my mouth around her pussy. She flowed into me. I drank her juices, always wanting more. She gave me more. I looked up, at my son, his hard cock obvious. He smiled at me, as he watched. He was in no hurry to join us, but I wanted to be fucked. I wanted a cock inside me. Angie wanted it too, and beckoned him to us.

As he penetrated me, so the last of the sun dipped below the skyline. I arched my back, allowing him to full access to my cunt. My wet cunt. Angie looked down at us, before she lifted her leg. I gazed up, and saw her gaping cunt, just out of reach, above my face. She lowered herself onto me, my tongue ready for her. I came again, as Alfie my son fucked me, as Angie ground herself onto my face. I was lost in waves of depraved pleasure.

Vicky lay on her back, as Alfie fucked her. I smiled to myself. She wasn’t so different from me. I’d been amazed at her transformation. She had been a frump. She’d let her self go. If she’d had a daughter it wouldn’t have happened. Alfie had done well. She was gorgeous all it had needed was a hair do, a make over, and a new wardrobe. It gave her confidence. Confidence in herself. She had needed to believe.
“Come here slut,” Alfie said to me.
I smiled inwardly. I was a slut. His slut, my sons slut.
“Suck my cock slut,” he commanded.
I was anxious to obey, and took his throbbing, hard cock from his mothers wet cunt. I wrapped my lips around it. My mouth took it all. Took it deep. Took it all. I sucked it. I licked it. I cleaned it.
“Now, bend over slut, I want to fuck you,” Alfie instructed me.

I was shocked that Alfie, my polite son called Angie a slut. Was that what he really thought of her. Was that what he thought of me?
He was fucking her from behind now. Fucking her hard. He trusted into her. Her breast swayed, keeping pace with the rhythm. He pounded her. I was jealous. Jealous that was son was fucking someone other than me. My hand reached between my own legs. I masturbated as I watched him fuck Angie.
“Did I say you could finger yourself slut,” he said to me. Slut? I wasn’t a slut. Was I?
“Get here, spread your legs so this slut can lick your slut cunt. Now slut,” Alfie commanded.
I did as I was instructed.
“What are you Angie, who are you Angie?” Alfie asked her.
“I am a slut Alfie. Your slut. I am Slut. Use me Alfie, use my slut cunt. My slut mouth. My slut arse,” Angie told him.
My stomach flipped butterflies, my cunt flowed with my juices.
“And you, what are you Mum?”
“I’m a slut too darling.”
“Are you? Whose slut are you?” Alfie asked.
“Your slut!” I said.
I’d said it. I knew it was true. I was just as much a slut as Angie. We were both sluts. Milfs. Sluts. Wanton sluts.

I was coming, my cock throbbed. It hurt. My balls hurt. They were full, and needed to empty. My cock was harder than I’d ever know. My slut mother’s cunt gripped me, even as she lapped Angie’s cunt. My mouth watered. I liked the taste of that sluts cunt, it seemed my slut mother did as well. I withdrew, and had them both kneel before me.
“Now share my come, share it between you sluts.”
They opened their mouths, waiting. Waiting for me to come. My cock became rigid, then throbbed. I groaned, then came. I ejaculated onto their tongues, ensuring each shared the load. My hot spunk. Some went onto their faces. I gave my cock to my mother, for her to clean. She did it, sucking the last drops. Then together the two mother sluts French kissed, sharing my essence between them. They swallowed it. Not a drop was missed. They cleaned their faces, with their tongues, of all traces of me. Then they embraced, wanting more of each other. I slipped away. I’d have more another time, knowing there would be another time. I had work to do, to prepare for tomorrow. This wasn’t a holiday. I was here to work.

I traced my finger across Vicky’s wet cunt. She trembled. I had unlocked her. She craved more pussy, I knew the feeling. I looked across the room. Alex was still there, watching. She’d been there all evening.
“You can come out now!” I called.
She walked over to us. Vicky was breathing hard. She had just come again. She looked up when she heard Alex.
“What have you been up to,” I asked my daughter.
“Well you told me to think of something to do, so I did!” She said simply.
“Tell me,” I said.
“I filmed you,” she said smiling.
Vicky sat bolt upright.
“Filmed us, what………….” her voice trailed away.
“Did you get some good shots darling,” I asked.
“Mmmm, but now I need to fuck. Vicky, fuck me,” Alex purred.
Vicky looked confused. Confused as to whether she should. Confused as to if she wanted to perhaps.
Alex reached her hand out, taking any decision away from her. Alex became her second female lover. She groaned with yet more pleasure, as Alex ran her tongue around her hard, erect nipples.


The sea was calm, and a deep azure blue. Not a cloud could be seen in the equally blue sky. The Med in summer. A cooling sea breeze kept us cool. Oscar was showing us his yacht. The sails were taut, as the breeze pushed us towards Majorca. The three of us lay on the deck. We were all naked, soaking up the sun, our bodies shone with suntan lotion. Vicky had taken a little persuading. She had taken a little more persuading to strip off.
“But the crew will see us,” she reasoned.
“Yes, they will,” I had replied.
Now she lay next to me, Alex the other side.
We weren’t the only guests on the yacht. Oscar had invited five of his business friends. I sensed what he had in mind. Alex knew as well. Only Vicky seemed unaware as to why we were there. The men were in the cockpit, talking, doing deals. They watched us from time to time. Watched as we soaked up the sun. Watched as Alex applied more sun tan lotion to our bodies. They didn’t disturb us. They had other fish to fry.

The cove on the north of the island couldn’t be reached from the land. We anchored off. Some of the crew swam ashore, leaving just an anchor watch aboard. Lunch was served by the steward. We pulled on bikini bottoms, if you could call them that. They were matching thongs, brief. The straps high on our hips, making our legs look even longer than they already were. We wore heels, sluts always wear heels. Our breast were bare. Vicky had relaxed, and appeared cool about exposing herself to hungry eyes.
“Angie darling,” Oscar said, “Antonio wants you. You don’t mind do you.”
“Mind? Of course not Oscar. Now?” I said.
Oscar simply nodded.
Antonio took me there, he pulled my thong to one side, as I gripped his cock. It wasn’t as big as Jacks, or Geoff’s. I pulled his shorts down, it sprang upwards.

My feet seemed rooted to the deck. I watched as Angie sucked Antonio’s cock, right there, in front of everyone. In front of her daughter. Alfie ad been right, she was a slut.
I felt a hand on the front of my thong. On my cunt. Another of Oscars friends. I wanted to say no. No one had asked me. My throat was dry. Other hands, cupping my breasts. No. I didn’t want this. I wasn’t like her. They led me away, away to a leather sofa. Two of them. One kissed me. I felt my mouth open, a tongue twisted with my tongue. What was I doing. I lifted my hips, as my thong was pulled off me. I looked across, Angie was being fucked now, Alex too. A cock was pushed into my mouth. Another in my cunt. I was wet. I groaned with pleasure. I was a slut. I gave myself to the moment. A cock in my mouth, another in my cunt. I could just see Oscar fucking Alex. He pulled out, and walked towards me, his cock hard, shone with Alex’s juices. I opened my mouth, his cock replacing the one I had been sucking. I was a slut. A slut just like Angie. A slut like Alex. I had five guys that lunchtime, all except Antonio, who had wanted Angie. They took turns with me and Alex. I was breathless. I was panting. I was coming. Oscar pulled me onto his lap, my back to him. He fucked me. His cock deep inside me, filling me. I watched as the others were fucked. The steward watched me. I called him over.
“Get me a glass of water,” I asked him, still with a cock inside me. Oscars’ cock.
He brought the drink, water, ice, and a slice. I gulped it down. He took the glass away. Oscar lifted me. He had finished with me, another cock would take his place. Another cock would use me. Use my cunt. I was wrong. He wanted my arse. My virgin anus. I felt him probe, felt him push. Push against my little puckered hole. My little starfish. He penetrated me. It felt like a red hot poker, being forced into me. I tore me. forced me open. Forcing its way inside me. Forcing its way where no cock had ever been. No cock should ever go. It hurt. I cried out in pain, but not just pain, there was pleasure there as well. The pain receded, replaced more and more by pleasure. The pleasure turned to ecstasy. I was coming, almost there. Then another was between my legs. His cock was pushed into my wet pussy. It felt fantastic. Two cock filled me. I came, then came again. My cries were cut off, a cock was forced into my mouth. I knew the taste, Alex’s juices were fresh on it. I sucked, as I was fucked. Fucked by tow cocks, one deep in my arse, the other thrusting in and out of my cunt. The third cock fucked my mouth. I wasn’t sucking his cock, he was fucking my mouth.

“You are a proper little slut, aren’t you Vicky,” Angie said.
I blushed, but knew she was right.
“Look, they’ll want us again tonight, but they’ll want to watch us, the three of us together, Ok?” Angie asked.
“Ok,” I replied.
“Oh, and they’ll want to film us, Ok?”
“Film us? Oh why not,” I said. Who would see it? Alfie maybe, other than him, I didn’t care. He’d fucked me, watched me fuck Angie. He wouldn’t mind.
“Yes, let them film us, its fine with me,” I told Angie. “I’m a slut after all. A slut just like you, and that slut daughter of yours.”
I looked forward to the evening. Looked forward to being used. Wanting to be used. I was excited just thinking about it. Wet. Ready. Angie knew. She knew that I longed for it. She recognised it in me. She knew, because I was like her after all. I had some way to go, but I’d get.


“You two look good,” Geoff said as he greeted us when we arrived home.
I hadn’t been expecting to see him. He should have been away, yet again, on business.
“Are those tans all over?” He asked.
“You’ll just have to wait to find out!” I told him. “Alex darling, Daddy wants to see if we have any white bits, what do you think?” I asked.
“What’s he offering?” Alex asked.
I almost laughed out loud. My little slut of a daughter was seeing what was in it for her, before she put out. My naughty little slut. She was a good girl.
“Well Geoff?” I asked my husband, “what have you got for our little girl, come to that, what have you got for me?”
The last trip he had brought underwear, expensive, and French, plus Italian dresses, and designer jeans. For that we allowed him to fuck us both. He opened a bag. Two small boxes. Platinum earrings, another box, matching chokers. Two sets of each. One for me, one for Alex.
“Want to see them on,” I asked him.
“Mmmm,” he said. “But only them.”
He was learning as well. Learning what he had to do, in order to fuck us. To fuck me. To fuck his daughter. To fuck us together.
We stripped in front of him. He admired our tans, no white bits. I put Alex’s earrings on for her, she reciprocated. Then he fastened the chokers around our throats. They were tight. They were just right. Expensive. He could afford it. If he couldn’t, well then perhaps it was time to move on. That thought hadn’t occurred to me before. But I knew it was true.
Geoff fucked Alex, he fucked me. He watched the two of us together. He was just like all the other men. He saw only two sluts. Sluts to be used. Sluts who wanted to be used.

We lay in the hotub. Champagne bubbles up my nose. I lay back, contented.
“We’re having a party next week,” I told him. “Anyone you want to invite?”
“Just the usual,” he replied.
“Ok, leave it to me, oh I’ll invite my Mum.” I said.
“Your Mum? Is that wise darling,” he asked.
It wasn’t wise, I knew. But I needed to know.
“My Mum Geoff. You want to keep on fucking Alex, then I want you to fuck her. You’ll do that for me, won’t you Geoff. If not, you’ll do it, even if its just so you can keep fucking Alex.”
“Fuck who Mum,” Jack asked, walking in behind us, Brittany in tow.
They stripped off beside us, and joined us in the tub. I noticed Geoff’s eyes on Brittany as she pulled her knickers down.
“I was just telling your father to make sure Nan has a good time at the party next week,” I said.
“What Nan!” Jack said.
“Nan, if he wants to fuck me again, he’s got to see to Nan,” Alex put in.
Jack laughed.
“If you do that Dad, you can have Brittany as well,” he said.
“I’m not sure,” he said.
“Look Dad,” Alex put in, “you get this, and this.” She leant over and kissed Brittany full on the lips. “Together,” she added.