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Chrissie Has A Naughty Day At The Beach - Chapter 15 free porn video
Chapter 15
Chrissie's naughty day at the beach
I woke up at 8:00 am with mommy in my arms, feeling the strong rush of
the hormones Tracie had injected into my pert behind yesterday. I
carefully extricated myself from mommy's embrace and went downstairs
barefoot and made myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen. It was Sunday
and we had the day off from working in Derek's brothel and the sunlight
streaming through the windows made me want to get mommy up and outside as
soon as possible and focus her mind on something other than deviant sex.
Before daddy died he had bought a beach hut in Southwold, a town in
coastal Suffolk. Neither mommy nor I had set foot in it in years and now
it was worth tenfold what my father had paid for it. It would take a
couple of hours to drive there but I was curious to see it and I wanted
to get some sun on my pale body before I had to go back to work. I had
bought a bikini and a one piece swimsuit earlier in the summer. The
surgeon who had performed the breast implant operation on me told me not
to expose my new breasts to the sun for at least a year, so that meant
mommy would have to wear the bikini. She could easily pull that off as
she still had the same tight body I worshipped when I was a teenager.
I went through my morning ritual and made mommy a cup of coffee and
brought it up to her on a tray, nudging her awake and then creeping into
the bathroom and putting a large empty glass by the toilet so mommy could
save her first morning pee for me to drink. Mommy looked radiant when she
woke up and I could see there was some visible effect from the injections
Tracie had given her.
"God you are glowing," I said to mommy as I opened the curtains and
picked up the clothes she had discarded last night. "Tracie's magic
injection has taken a decade off you."
"Thanks, Chrissie, you don't look bad yourself," mommy replied with that
familiar glint in her eyes. "I feel really horny too. I had the dirtiest
dreams I have ever had in my life last night."
"Don't you start," I admonished her. "Today we are doing what I want to
do and it's not going to involve one of your sex games. I want you up and
out of here in 30 minutes and I want you to wear something wholesome for
a change. I am driving us to Southwold and we are going to go to our
beach hut and get some sun."
"I have some extra shorts and t-shirts and you can wear a pair of my
sandals," I added, thankful for the fact that we were both the same
petite size. "I also have a bikini you can borrow."
Surprisingly, mommy seemed as eager as I was to get outside and drank her
coffee quickly and went to the wardrobe, picking out a pair of white
shorts and a deep blue t-shirt. I also chose the same colour of shorts
and a pink cotton top.
"Let's take a quick shower now," mommy said, taking my hand and leading
me to the bathroom, noting the empty glass by the toilet. "I don't think
we'll need that glass today, you can have my morning nectar straight from
the tap."
We both entered the large shower and I went down on my knees and mommy
directed a torrent of warm pee into my mouth, which I struggled to
swallow. Then we turned on the taps and quickly washed ourselves. We
didn't need to shampoo our hair and, regardless, it would get wet if we
took a dip in the sea later. We towelled off, dressed, packed what we
needed in a day bag and left the house, walking along the deserted
streets until we reached the garage where I stored my car. It was a
Renault convertible that my wife insisted I buy but which we hardly used
and since she had been knocked up by one of her lovers and has left me,
we'll certainly not be taking any holidays together in it again. Having a
car in London isn't a necessity and is actually more bother than what
it's worth, but, since it was sunny and warm, I lowered the top for the
drive to the Suffolk coast.
I drove along silently out of the suburbs of London and took the familiar
route to Suffolk. We did garner the attention of any number of truckers
who honked their horns in appreciation when they glanced down at what
they thought were two pretty women showing off their legs. Little did
they know that one of those women was actually a t-girl and both of us
showed off more than our legs working as hookers five days a week in
Derek's upscale whore house. To anyone who hadn't been fortunate enough
to enjoy our talents yet, we looked like innocent sisters, a myth I often
perpetuated when I introduced mommy to strangers. She got a charge out of
the fact that nobody thought she looked old enough to be my mother.
I kept the hormonal rushes suppressed and concentrated on the driving.
Both of us sang along to the songs that played on the radio. After we
passed by Ipswich I did turn off the music and spoke to mommy.
"Do you think Derek lets his girls have holidays?" I asked her, keeping
my eyes on the road. "Do you think Tracie would let us take time off? It
would be nice to go somewhere over the Christmas holidays."
"I bet the holiday season is his busiest time," she replied. "We'll be
worked off our feet, not that we have to be on our feet much in our job.
I bet after the holidays, when everyone is broke, he'll let us take a
week or so away. I think Tracie would be amendable to it too. She'll be
rolling in money by that point. I hope she uses some of it to get some
better clothes.
"How much do you make in tips a day?" I asked her. "We could start
putting money away now."
"I've made about ?300 a day but who cares about that," she responded. "I
have a rich husband and, if we want to get away, then all I have to do is
ask him to pay for it or I can put it on his credit card. He gave me two
cards last year and doesn't even look at the invoices."
"That's better than me," I said. "I usually take home a couple of hundred
in tips. I think I attract an entirely different kind of client than you
do; most of the time they don't even say goodbye when they leave. It's
nice to have a mommy who has a rich husband."
We finally pulled in the crowded car park near the beach in Southwold,
pulled up the convertible's top and carried our bag to the beach hut. I
put the key in the weathered padlock and struggled a bit to open it.
Finally we were able to let sunlight in the hut for the first time in
years. It smelled musty and there were a few cobwebs I swept away with a
broom. After it aired out we went inside and changed into our swimsuits,
which were cut high in the thigh, showing off the matching tattoos that
had recently been inked on our bums.
We carried out two loungers to the sandy beach and laid ourselves out, me
on my tummy and mommy on her back. I let myself drift off to sleep while
the hormones were working through my system bringing on one erotic dream
after the other. It was the sound of voices that finally woke me and made
turn over. I put on sunglasses and turned to see mommy speaking to two
young teenage boys.
"I was just telling Gavin and Henry what our matching tattoos mean,"
mommy said to me with her familiar naughty smile. "We've been talking for
an hour while you were asleep and they still can't believe we are two
high class prostitutes."
"You told them what?" I asked, with my mouth agape and a look of
astonishment in my eyes. "We are both old enough to be their mothers; you
can't talk like that with boys that are that young. I thought we were
just going to have a quiet day at the beach and pretend we are normal."
"Don't be silly, dear," mommy said with a manufactured pout on her face.
"They have both shown me their things and they are certainly old enough
to have a frank discussion."
"They did what?" I said, looking at the two grinning boys closely. "They
have parents who are probably within ear shot. I can't believe you
sometimes. You don't have any sense of decorum. We came here to have a
nice day on the beach."
"What's wrong with talking to two curious boys who seem to have a thing
for me?" mommy replied, as her pout transformed itself into one of her
mischievous smiles. "I told them we have a pimp and we can't have sex
with anyone unless they pay him, so they can't stick their pretty young
cocks in me but I told them that you would take them to the hut and go
down on them because that's not really sex, or at least that's what Bill
Clinton thinks and, since he was president of the United States, his
opinion is good enough for me."
"You said what?" I asked, still astonished that I had woken up to this
sordid scene on what should have been an innocent day at the beach. "I am
doing no such thing and I don't want you doing it either. Tell the boys
to go back to their parents and leave me in peace."
"I told them about all the nice men you sucked off yesterday and that it
wouldn't be any trouble for you to suck off two more boys today," mommy
said. "Come on, Chrissie, be a sport and take these young men into the
hut and give them what they deserve. They said they would buy me an ice
cream if you gave them blow jobs. It's hot out here and I need a cone to
cool down."
"What are you doing to me?" I asked, getting increasingly exasperated
with my mother's behaviour. "Can't we just have one day that isn't about
sex? I just wanted to relax today."
"Chrissie, you can come right back out here and soak up the sun after you
make Gavin and Henry happy," she said in a more commanding voice. "You
said you wanted to make me happy and this will make me happy. Come on,
get up and let's take these boys inside. I can show them my tits and you
can let your magic lips do their work."
I knew this conversation would continue on and on until I finally
relented so I reluctantly rose to my feet, adjusted the crotch of my
swimsuit to make sure my little thing didn't pop out and followed mommy
and the boys into the hut. When I closed the door behind me it took a
while to adjust my eyes to the darkness. I could hear the soft fall of my
mommy's bikini top as it hit the floor and could barely hear the noise of
two boys suckling her breasts and her responding moans. Rather than ruin
my knees I placed an old pad on the floor and kneeled down. The first boy
came toward me and I grabbed the sides of his swimming trunks and pulled
them down. Out popped a rock hard circumcised prick about six inches
long. Since they were so young and so horny it took less than a minute
for the first boy to shoot his load in my mouth. The second boy had his
cock on my lips before I had even swallowed my first load and he took
even less time to get off. When they were both satisfied and had pulled
their trunks up I opened the door.
"Now, get out of here and don't you tell a soul about this," I said in my
best imitation of mommy's commanding voice. "Forget about the ice cream
too. She doesn't deserve that for making me do this."
I walked back to our loungers and sat on my back, put my sunglasses on
and tried to hide the fact that mommy's little plot had actually turned
me on and brought on a strong hormonal rush that heated my body and
brought waves of pleasure to me. I drifted off to sleep again for a few
minutes before I felt a hand tapping my shoulders. I looked up to see the
faces of two more teenage boys.
"Gavin and Henry said you are giving out blow jobs," one of the boys
said. "They said you are hooker but are sucking off guys for free today."
"God, Chrissie, you are getting quite a reputation around here," mommy
said with a laugh. "You better take these boys back to the hut just to
make sure they don't tell anyone else. I'll stay here in case any other
boys come around with strange ideas. I wouldn't want them to think you
are rude and wouldn't do the things you did to Gavin and Henry with
them."
I took the boys back to the hut and, just as I finished with them there
was a knock on the door. I opened it and saw three more teenagers outside
and what looked to be an irate parent, who pushed past me and closed the
door behind him.
"I understand you have been sucking teenage boys off in here all
afternoon," he said in an irritated manner. "Is that true?"
"I guess so," I replied, a little intimidated by his angry scowl. "It
wasn't my idea in the first place. I sort of got coerced into doing it."
"I don't care about the reasons, you dirty slut," he said. "Now get on
your knees and show me what you can do. You should have asked those boy's
fathers first and taken care of their needs before you took on their
sons. Now, get over here and suck my cock."
It was almost 4:00 pm before I was done with the line of men and boys who
had clustered around the hut and, despite the numerous loads of cum I had
swallowed, I was starving and thirsty and worn out by the waves of
hormonal rushes that ran through me like lightning. Mommy gave me a
sympathetic look when she opened the door of the hut with all our things
and put them inside. We took off our swimsuits, changed into our shorts
and tops and packed everything in the bag. Mommy guided me out the door
and locked the padlock.
"That was a fun day at the beach," she said as we began walking towards
our parked car. "You've become a very popular girl here. We'll have to
come back next weekend and see all our new friends again."
"I need some real food to eat and drink to wash the taste of cum in my
mouth," I said. "That's the second day in a row that you got me to suck
off a bunch of men. I'm almost looking forward to tomorrow when I only
have to service a dozen or so guys."
"Would you like to find a place to eat here so your new fan club can
watch, or should we stop somewhere on the way back?" mommy asked. "If we
eat in a restaurant here one of those boys' fathers might just make you
go into the toilets with him and make you do something nasty to him."
"I think we should find somewhere on the way back," I said. "I don't
think I want to come back to Southwold anytime soon unless I dye my hair
and get an entirely new look."
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