“Perhaps we are a little alike. Where it counts.”
In my head, I’d just told him I was as good at sucking cock as my mom. I thought I was being clever. He couldn’t possibly interpret it how I meant, and that made me feel good saying it. I let myself down with the one thing I couldn’t control. I went red
“Perhaps you should have tried psychology.”
He calmly swallowed back more of his coffee.
“Something tells me you would have been good at it. ”
Somehow I’d started a mental chess game with him. And suddenly I was losing.
“Yes. You are very alike. You should be thanking her for your gifts.
The same personality type. Same mouth. Same body shape. You even have the same…”
“Okay. Stop.”
I snapped.
“You can look at my mom that way, but not me. I’m the daughter. Off-limits.”
He started laughing.
“I pay you a compliment and you think I’m hitting on you.”
Fuck. What was I doing? Perhaps I had bit too quickly. Get a grip, Julia. He couldn’t possibly know what I’d meant.
“Sorry.” I muttered.
That was the point I understood he’d stripped away my strength and exposed my weakness.
“It’s fine.” He said smugly.
Mom finally appeared still wrapped in a dressing gown and rescued me from any more embarrassment.
“So. How’s uni?” She asked, pouring herself a coffee.
Difficult. But this wasn’t the time. I hoped Stuart wouldn’t mention that I’d only just expressed having doubts. Perhaps it would have been better if he was distracted by my er… shape. And mouth.
“Okay.” I said.
“It’s Uni. Don’t suppose it’s changed much since your day.”
“Drinking and boys? No probably not.
Not that I had any boys. I was already with your father. Stupidly.
And pregnant.”
I smiled. I had no connection with Dad. He hadn’t been a father to me growing up. I had been as happy to see him leave as Mom was. I hadn’t spoken to him once since.
“I was the prude.”
I threw another glance at Stuart. Not so much now obviously.
“What about you? Anyone special?” Mom went on.
“No. No one steady.”
“Good. You’re young. Don’t make the mistakes I made.
Not that I’m saying you were.”
She hugged me as she passed by. All I felt was her soft tits pressing against my arm and again I was gripped by the idea of Stuart fondling and kissing my Mom’s private parts.
“Best thing that ever happened to me. And now, Stuart is number two on my list of favorite things.”
I watched his hand briefly glide over her butt. A shiver went through me. Arousal or repulsion? I couldn’t quite tell.
Mom took me shopping in the afternoon. It was a hot day and it felt great in the air-conditioned mall. Grey and white tiles covered the walkways and bright colors reflected the sun to warm my bare legs and arms, but never so hot that I felt uncomfortable. Outside it was a different story. Hot, with blue skies and no wind disturbing the tall palm trees that lined the parking lot.
“Here’s a nice dress.” Mom said holding up a long flowery effort she’d found.
I laughed.
“Yeah. If you’re forty.”
She looked offended.
“What’s wrong with it?”
“I’m nineteen. I wear shorts and tee shirts. Not Nana’s war wardrobe.”
I’d found a white crochet tank top on the reduced rail. A little retro thing that’d look great with some light denim shorts and an open shirt. It’d show off my midriff and hang loose around my tits.
“I’m gonna try this on.”
“It looks like underwear.”
“It looks like the twenty-first century.” I countered looking around for a changing room.
To my horror mom pushed in behind me.
“Mom.” I exclaimed in shock.
“What? I want to see.”
“I can come out.”
“Oh shut up and try it on.” She insisted pushing the cubical door shut.
I cringed but pulled my top off trying to avoid seeing Mom’s eyes on my bare tits as they swung about with every move I made. I gathered up the new top and put it over my head.
“You’ve nice tits. Just like mine.” She said as I quickly covered myself.
“Can’t you look the other way?” I muttered.
Christ. This morning Stuart had been comparing our mouths. Now mom was comparing tits.
“You’re my daughter. Stop being so Victorian.”
“How does it look?” I asked desperate to avoid a discussion about my tits.
Begrudgingly she admitted it was nice. It was. Comfortable and stylish. I loved it. My unrestrained flesh felt free to move in it, jiggling as I twisted about. I was conscious of moms eyes on me, confused by the thought that I found it awkward while liking the idea that strangers would see just that in the street.
“I want it.” I declared.
As I followed her to the cashier desk I let my eyes drop to moms legs and found myself doing my own comparison. A little more shapely but much the same. And I had to admit, even at forty they looked great in her short dress. As did her butt.
Oh fuck. What was wrong with me? I was leering at my mother now.
“Aren’t you buying anything?”
“No. I don’t need…. Well. I have all the clothes I need.”
“Not like you. Normally you spend a fortune on clothes whether you need them or not.”
“I might look at the shoes after we’ve had a coffee. I need some new heels.”
She turned to pay for my top and I was drawn back to her body, imagining Stuart pressed up behind her. I saw his hands sliding around to grope her tits. Tits just like mine. I turned away and tried to distract myself with another shuffle through the sale items.
It was my turn to make dinner when we got back. I was no cook so it was grocery store Lasagne and salad. Mom and Stuart disappeared upstairs while I was preparing it. I was in no doubt why and put some music on to be sure I didn’t hear.
The grin on Mom’s face confirmed it when they appeared again. Stuart as always looked nonplussed.
“Do you like Julia’s top?”
I reddened at her drawing his attention to the flimsy tank top but couldn’t resist giving myself a little body shake. Christ. My tits did wobble in it. Perhaps too much to do that again in front of him.
“Very nice.” He said.
My top or my tits? I wondered. I glanced at Mom. She didn’t care that he was looking at her daughter in a way he shouldn’t be.
“Everyone take a seat. I’ll serve.” I announced pushing away the uncomfortable thought that she’d happily have me take part in a threesome with them.
Thankfully she took his attention from me. I found myself enthralled with watching them. The little touches, connecting glances between them when they thought I wasn’t looking.
What was obvious was Mom’s deference to Stuart. I’d always seen her as the strong one. So sure in herself. Here, she seemed smaller, weaker. He was the power in their relationship. His talk of dominance and submission took on new meaning but left me squirming with images of Fifty Shades of Grey being enacted in the room along from me invading my thoughts.
“Any wine?” I asked.
Admissions
“Mom.
I wanted to speak to you about Uni while Stuart isn’t about.”
She patted the couch next to her and I took a seat. Stuart was out at the grocery store and I deemed this as good a time as any to broach the subject of dropping out.
“I’m not sure it’s for me.”
I braced for the onslaught. The guilt trip of how much money she’d spent to send me there, and predictions of my flipping burgers and living in squalor for the remainder of my life.
“Not everyone wants to study and work at a career that takes over your life.” She said sweetly.
I blinked. Not what I’d expected.
“So you wouldn’t mind if I dropped out?” I pressed.
Mom smiled and put her hand on my knee as though I was still six years old.
“Stuart has shown me that there are other, more important things. And ways to be happy.”
Fucking Stuart again. Had he hypnotized her? But at least she appreciated there might be more than one way to move forward in life. I don’t think before meeting him she would have been so receptive to my thinking.
“Well yeah. Perhaps I need to find out what those other things are.”
“We can help you with that. We’ll talk about it over the next few days before you go back.
If you go back.”
“Thanks.”
I hugged her. That was easy.
For three days I’d been at home. Not once had I paddled the pink canoe, damned the beaver, shucked the oyster. I did laugh at all the slang for masturbation the internet provided. Not that anyone I knew actually said those terms.
Whatever one wanted to call it, three days was a long time for me. I was pretty active on that front. Even without the camera. There weren’t many days I didn’t do it at least twice. And that was when I perhaps had the real thing to aim for on a weekend. That wouldn’t be the case here. It was all down to me to keep the angry kitty subdued between playing happy families.
I was horny as fuck and well aware others in the house were fairing better. My mom for fucks sake. And while she got her pussy pumped I was struggling with an unscratchable itch that tingled uncontrollably around my crotch, butt, nipples, and the insides of my thighs. It was maddening.
This time I didn’t shy away on returning from the bathroom. I’d even purposefully waited longer until they were in bed. As I hovered near to the door I was intrigued by the sounds coming through it. And there was no mistaking them.
“Uhh. Uh. Uh.
Fuck me, Master.”
I should have moved away but I wanted to feed my arousal. I put my ear closer to the wood. I could hear his grunts and my mom moaning with the same vocal sounds I showed my pleasure. Perhaps we were alike.
“Uuuh.
So fucking good.
I need it so much.”
“That’s because you’re not getting it enough in the day.” Stuart responded.
“I’m not Master.
Fuck. Make me cum.”
That was my mom. I was listening to my mum talking dirty. Surreal.
“You fuck me so hard Master.”
He was. I could hear the slap of their flesh. My eyes widened. Mom was a whore in the bedroom. But then so was I when given the chance. I think that was the moment I realized we really were the same.
“Beg for it. Beg for me to make you cum.”
“Please, Master.”
I was fixated.
“Please make me cum.”
I quivered at the thought of being so close and denied. I almost willed him to let her have her pleasure.
“Oh god. Please, Master.”
I heard the sound of hand slaps. Her butt being smacked as he rode her from behind. My pussy gushed and I bit my lip to stay quiet.
“Cum for me. Cum for me now.” He ordered.
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