Delivery

Catherine stared intently at her mother and hesitantly nodded. The images that flashed through her mind before came racing back.

“Would you like sausage, beef or both?” her mother asked.

Catherine continued to stare dead into her mother’s eyes and said, “beef.”

Denise gave her daughter a gesture of surprise and was impressed with her decision. She dialed the phone. Catherine excused herself and went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet lid in shock of what she assumed she agreed to. Her hands covered her face and pressed tightly against her skin.

What are you doing? she asked herself.

She sat quietly in the bathroom pondering what was going to transpire in her mother’s house that night. She couldn’t help but envision her hand filled with the silky brunette hair of a woman whose face was between her legs. She could feel the heat building in her loins. Her hand massaged and tweaked her nipple through her shirt. The desire was building inside her as the realization of a long-time fantasy was on the horizon.

On the rare occasion she fantasized about other women, she never saw the face of the mystery woman between her legs. Her fingers filled her like no cock ever could. The woman’s tongue made her dizzy with the playful dance it did across her lips and hooded clit. The woman never uttered a word, but her sounds brought her to new orgasmic heights while her husband pounded his cock in and out of her.

She always felt guilty for thinking of her mystery woman while actively having sex with her husband. She often justified her fantasies. She would tell herself that everyone had them and she was fine as long as she never acted on them.

Her legs were spread wide on the toilet. Her hand was caressing her clit when her mother knocked on the door.

“Catherine, are you going to come out?” she asked.

“I’m going to cum,” she muttered quietly to herself in sarcastic response.

She quickly pulled her hand from her pants and chastised herself as she typically did. She knew she would lose her nerve if she had an orgasm before the main event. She composed herself and opened the door. Her mother was standing in a satin robe that flowed like water over her curves.

“I feel like I’m over dressed,” Catherine stated bluntly.

“There’s no dress code when you’re just watching, love,” her mother replied.

Catherine felt disappointed that her mother expected her to just watch but knew she wasn’t ready to act out her long-time fantasy. Being able to watch it live was enough for the disappointment to fade. Her mother being the active participant in her fantasy had yet to cross her mind.

She followed her mother to the front door where the pizza girl was just about to walk up. Denise was about to open the door when she turned to her daughter.

“I know there’s a lot going on. I don’t know what you’re feeling or thinking right now, but if you want to leave at any time, you’re more than welcome. I only ask that you not interrupt, okay? This is as much for you as it is for me if you learn something here today.”

Catherine nodded apprehensively.

“Please go sit on the couch and I will introduce you to Trudy shortly.”

Catherine walked nervously to the couch and sat. She turned her attention to the door. Her hands were wrenched tightly together when the young woman walked through the door. She took in every observable detail from the dirty blonde hair to the smaller than average breasts. She was small in frame and confident.

She took her hat off and set it next to the pizza box.

“I was beginning to think you got tired of me,” the girl said before taking Denise into a tight embrace and locking lips with her.

They kissed passionately by the front door as Catherine watched intently. When the kiss ended, Trudy took Denise by the hand and turned to lead her to the couch when she realized Catherine was there watching her.

“Oh!” she yelped.

She turned to Denise for an explanation.

“Trudy, this is my daughter Catherine. She’s experiencing some troubles at home and is staying with me for a little while. As it turns out, she is a little curious about my lifestyle so, I invited her to observe it first-hand. You don’t mind, do you?”

Trudy smiled and scoffed, “Not at all. I’ve always wanted to have an audience!”

She pulled Denise closer and resumed the kiss from before. Catherine was surprised at the passion the two shared. She soon realized that the affair wasn’t casual. While they kissed, Trudy’s hands traveled from Denise’s cheeks to her shoulders and pushed the robe off her body. It fell down her back like water over a cliff. Denise was standing in front of her lover and her daughter naked as the day she was born.

Catherine couldn’t help but take in the beauty of her mother’s nudity. Despite her age, her skin seemed well tanned and firmly in place. Her breasts were somewhat large and hung nicely on her chest. She didn’t have muscle definition, but she was sculpted well. Her posture as she stood kissing the young woman allowed her prominent features to become even more appealing to the eye. A goddess she was not, but she was certainly a diamond among gems.

Trudy’s clothes remained where they were for the moment while she helped Denise down to the couch. Catherine’s mother knew the routine. She leaned back, opened her legs, and waited for her partner to tease her way to her pleasure center. Her daughter watched Trudy lock eyes with her lover as she kissed her way up the inner thigh and use the tip of her nose to stimulate Denise’s outer lips.

“Oh, Catherine!” her mother moaned, “You have no idea what you’re missing out on!”

Catherine didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on her mother’s partner and watched as her tongue went to work. She was fascinated with how careful and gentle Trudy was being. Catherine eased her hand inside her panties and used her finger to mimic the motions of Trudy’s tongue.

“How does it feel, Mom?” Catherine asked.

Denise turned her head and met her daughter’s gaze.

“A man has nothing on a woman’s ability to please one of her own,” Denise grunted. “Take your clothes off, baby. There’s no reason you can’t have an orgasm as well.”

Catherine started to slowly push her pants down her legs. She looked down and saw Trudy nod at her in encouragement. Her panties followed shortly after, and she assumed the same position as her mother. Her legs were open wide, and her hand was between them. Mother and daughter moaned and cooed together.

The soft, sexual ambiance in the room was broken when Denise gripped her daughter’s thigh and yelled, “I’m gonna cum! Finger me!”

Trudy did as she was instructed, inserting two fingers into her lover’s canal. Denise’s body erupted in orgasmic pleasure. She writhed back and forth, pushing the lower half of her body toward her lover’s fingers. She forced them deeper inside her, intensifying her orgasm.

“Fuck! Catherine!” she cried out.

Catherine continued imagining the dark-haired woman from her fantasies as she masturbated to the show that was taking place in front of her. She was ready to give into her desires and join the sex Regardless, she soon experienced her own orgasm. It wasn’t as powerful as she imagined her mother’s, but she enjoyed it regardless.

She figured once she came, she would lose interest in the scene. Instead, she eagerly watched Trudy disrobe and both women go through nearly every possible girl-on-girl pleasure pose she could think of and a couple she couldn’t. The treat was at the end. The passion at the beginning wasn’t just a warmup exercise. They wound up on the floor holding each other and talking the way lover’s do.

Catherine sat in revered silence. She had watched her mother engage another woman in the most intimate of moments. The image of the faceless woman in her fantasies kept coming back to her. Learning of her mother’s activities and watching her act out one of her own private fantasies drove her to make a decision that would change her life in ways she never imagined.

Reality caught up with Catherine as her mother and young lover were saying their goodbyes, she watched them trade a tender kiss at the door and her mother walked back to the couch. She retrieved her robe from the floor and put it on.

“Well, what did you think?” she asked her daughter.

Catherine decided not to disclose her fantasy to her mother at that time.

“I was surprised at your enthusiasm but most of all, how into each other you both were. If we hadn’t talked about it beforehand, I would have thought you two to be lovers,” she said.

“It’s less about fucking and more about the passion. Don’t get me wrong. I love sex with Trudy but there’s no replacing a good flesh and blood cock.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine said with measured disappointment.

Denise sat next to her daughter and put her hand on her upper thigh. Her fingers drifted further between her legs than Catherine had permitted anyone but her husband to ever go. She was oddly at ease with the sensual invasion.

“Catherine, sex isn’t about the physical touch but the connection it implies. You connect with your husband, but you have bland sex. He pounds his cock in and out of you, dumps his cum into you and you both call that a done deal. Do you enjoy that?”

Catherine was becoming emotional. She shook her head quickly in lieu of revealing her distress. Her vulnerability was not lost on her mother.

“Oh, Catherine. Do you think I confessed my activities and showed you my lifestyle to boast or whatever? I simply wanted to open you up to some new opportunities and show what they can offer you.”

They talked the rest of the evening without Catherine revealing her secret fantasy. They ate pizza while Denise talked about her various lovers and the backstory behind each of them. Catherine went to bed early that night and laid awake thinking about the scene that played out in front of her that night. Her hands roamed her body thinking of the young woman between her mother’s legs. The sights and sounds filled her head as she masturbated to orgasm again. She imagined herself in her mother’s place. Her hand contained a fist full of the faceless woman’s long dark hair. She imagined the tip of a well-trained tongue flicking her clit.