Delivery

She fell asleep more satisfied by her self-induced orgasm than she ever had before. She wanted more.

***

A week later, she was still staying with her mother. They had scant conversation about what took place the week before until Catherine’s curiosity overcame her. She asked her mother if she wanted to order food.

“Pizza?” Denise asked.

Catherine nodded with a sly grin on her face.

“You should know by now I’m always up for that. Did you want a repeat performance, or would you like to see something new?”

Denise figured her daughter wasn’t quite ready to participate.

“I’d like to see something new,” Catherine responded.

“Sausage it is!”

Catherine and her mother both disappeared to their rooms. Denise showered quickly and donned her silken robe. Catherine showered and put on the clothes she had before, minus her panties and bra. She looked herself over in the mirror and felt slutty for daring to be seen without her undergarments on, even if no one could possibly know without her permission.

They met in the sitting room just as the doorbell announced the presence of the delivery boy.

“Well, hello!” Denise said as she opened the door.

Catherine could hear a man’s voice and tried to not peer around the corner and seem too eager. She heard her mother and her male friend make idle chat in the doorway and waited impatiently for her to bring her toy in. When it seemed as if things weren’t progressing at all, she lightly cleared her throat. Denise poked her head around the corner and gave her daughter a playful glare. Catherine motioned eagerly for her mother to bring her friend into the room so they could get started. Her mother put a single finger up to demand patience from Catherine.

Eventually, her mother walked in with her friend in tow. Her mother’s face drew her attention away from the nude male following her. When she noticed, her eyes went directly to the man’s cock. She gasped at the size of the rod pointing out straight in front of him. She looked at her mother then the man she brought in. A second gasp drew giggles from her mother. The man her mother summoned to her home looked to be a mere boy.

“He’s legal, Catherine, I assure you!” her mother said without prompting.

Catherine felt older than her years. She watched him carefully as he moved on his own to a position in front of her. He stood merely a foot away from where she sat and gave her a close-up look at the broad side of his cock. Her mother was on her knees quickly in front of him. She gripped the young man’s cock in her hand and moved it around to show her daughter the true size of it.

“Just look at what you can do with practice, my dear,” her mother said.

With that, she opened her mouth and slowly took the tip in. Her tongue extended and danced around the tiny hole at the tip. She progressively took more and more into her mouth until his cock was tickling the back of her throat. Catherine watched with wide eyes while she watched her mother deep throat her boy toy’s cock.

Denise’s hand joined the ballet of fellatio that her mouth was staring in. Catherine almost snickered as she wondered how many cocks her mother had to have in her mouth in her past to get as good as she clearly was.

The young man moaned and groaned. His head was tossed back, and his eyes were closed as he received the blowjob he had been waiting for the entire drive over. Soon, his fingers were running through Denise’s hair. She knew what that signal meant and picked up her pace. When she knew the moment was imminent, she pulled her lover’s cock from her mouth and turned to face her daughter.

“Watch this, babe,” she said with a large smile on her face.

Denise’s eyes met his and pointed his rod at her chest while she jerked his cock. A loud grunt filled the room when the first rope of cum shot from the end of the rock-hard cock. Four shots later, the man stood as still as before; observing the artwork Denise made of his cum on her chest. Catherine was unimpressed.

“I’ve seen that before, Mom,” she said.

She looked up at his face to get his reaction when she revealed the status of their relationship. He appeared unfazed.

“Yes, I already told him and him drenching my tits wasn’t what I wanted you to see,” she said.

Just then, he spun Denise around and pointed his still-hard cock at her pussy and began pushing in.

“Fuck! I don’t think his cock ever gets soft!” Denise announced as she bent over to receive the stiff rod inside her.

He pushed in without delay until there was no more shaft exposed to the cool air. He began pumping in and out of her. Denise couldn’t help but brace herself by gripping each of her daughter’s knees. Catherine leaned back and watched the scene unfold. His hands tightly gripped her mother’s hips. She could tell he was focused on watching his cock slide in and out of his lover. Her eyes shifted to her mother’s face. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her mouth opened just slightly breathing faster with each insertion.

Catherine lifted her skirt and allowed her fingers to move softly over the folds of her own pussy. She was getting wetter by the second and within minutes, her fingers were slowly pushing in and out of her hole. Setting aside the obviousness that it was her mother being fucked right in front of her, she felt comfortable and safe enough to expose herself and do what came natural to her. She looked down to her moistened fingers and back up to find her mother’s eyes open, watching her. She continued masturbating while meeting her mother’s eyes.

“Does it feel good, baby?” she asked in a raspy voice.

Catherine could only nod slowly.

“He could fuck me for hours,” she grunted. “Do you want his cock?”

Catherine became startled. Her fingers stopped in mid-motion. She was at a crossroads and the answer that she felt most comfortable with frightened her the most.

“Insanity,” she meekly whispered.

“What is it…” her mother started before Catherine lunged forward and kissed her mother deeply on her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” the young man grunted from behind Denise.

His piston motion became feverish. He’d never seen anything like it, and he knew it was going to push his over the edge if something didn’t change.

Catherine let the moment take control. Her hand went behind her mother’s head and pulled it between her legs. Denise was surprised at the revelation but went to work. She was delicate and aggressive at the same time. Catherine tossed her head back to not let the reality of who was pleasuring her pull her from that pleasure. Once her mother really got to work, Catherine’s memories of her fantasy flooded her mind. Her eyes flew open, and her head lurched forward.

She had a sudden and intense rush of déjà vu. It was everything her fantasy described. She had a fistful of a brunette woman’s hair, and that woman was eating her out. It was the realization of a long-lived fantasy and of all the people in all the world, it was her mother.

“Mom,” she whispered, knowing her first orgasm was well on its way.

Denise didn’t say a word. She was lost in the moment as well. So lost were the mother-daughter couple that both forgot about the man fucking Denise. They both were so far drawn from reality that they missed another flood of cum flying from his cock and landing on Denise’s back. The scene carrying on in front of him kept his sexual energy charged. He pushed back inside Denise as he watched her go down on her daughter.

Catherine on the other hand was nearing an explosive orgasm and gripped her mother’s hair harder and harder until the spark came that ignited the imminent explosion within her. Her body became taught. Her muscles tightened throughout her body. Her face contorted with both orgasmic bliss and a confusing set of emotions.

Denise sucked her daughter’s clit into her mouth and her tongue ran circles around it until she knew Catherine couldn’t take any more. She underestimated the power of her daughter’s orgasm. Catherine began to fervently push her mother away as the sensitivity between her legs grew to unbearable levels.

“Mom,” she grunted. “Too much… no more!”

Denise released slowly and returned to the reality of having a sizable cock plowing in and out of her cunt.

“Oh, shit! Go faster!” she demanded of him.

As he picked up the pace and set himself up for his third orgasm, Catherine took stock of what transpired on the couch. Thoughts of fantasy and reality blending together flooded her mind. She covered herself quickly and pulled a large pillow to her. She hugged it like a child who was pouting. She refused to watch her mother being fucked from behind any longer. Instead, she turned her head and stared blankly at the far wall. That didn’t protect her from the sounds of bodies slapping together.

After a couple minutes, she looked back and saw the young man looking at her. She felt disgusted and got up to leave. She went to the room she was staying in, swiftly removed her dress and shamed the nude figure she saw in the mirror.

“How could you?” she said, narrowing her eyes to herself.

She felt disgusted. She snatched her bath things and stormed off to the bathroom. She started the water and got in while it came out of the faucet still cold. The shock steadied her mind, and she stood thinking about anything and everything all at once. It all came to her like an unwanted list. First her husband cheated on her. Then she recalled her mother basically confessing to essentially being a reverse whore. Finally, her fantasy that she had masturbated to for many years was realized in her mother’s house. Worse, it happened while her mother was being pounded from behind by the pizza boy.