The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 05

Literotic asexstories – The Adventures of a Slut Mommie Ch. 05 by JohnMurray4173,JohnMurray4173 The Adventures of a Slut Mommie.

Chapter 5: Back to the Clinic II.

Hi everyone. Katie Muggleton back again. You know, when I began this memoir, I thought maybe a few people might be interested enough to read my first chapter, and they might carry over to the second, but I didn’t expect to go beyond that because I thought interest would wane swiftly. However, here we are, four chapters completed and beginning a fifth. Let me remind you how chapter 4 ended, and I’ll tell you about my subsequent adventures.

My son, Johnny, upset because his football club had told him they would cut him at the end of the season, got drunk with his girlfriend and two of her friends. No matter his age, a boy always needs his mommie when he’s hurt, so Johnny called me and asked me to come and get him.

Of course, I immediately put on a dress and drove to his girlfriend Gina’s house. Getting there, I found Johnny in Gina’s parents’ hot tub, drunk and passed out. Gina and her two friends, Jennifer and Charmaine, were in the tub with my son. Gina invited me to join them, but I demurred, preferring to take my son home immediately.

However, as Gina pointed out, with Johnny passed out, it was unlikely that even the four of us could carry him to my car, even if I were prepared to let him get in with wet shorts. Reluctantly, I agreed to join the girls in the tub, but only if Gina could provide swimwear.

Gina took me up to her mother’s bedroom and handed me a bikini so tiny as to be obscene. I refused to put it on until, using her dominance over me, Gina sexually stimulated me until I docilely did as told, donned the garment and then followed her back to the tub.

After walking out Gina’s back door to the admiration and catcalls of my son and the others, my typical flirtatious nature took over, and I strutted across to the tub like a woman who knew she would win the swimsuit section of The Miss Universe Pageant.

When I got back in the tub, Gina’s friend Charmaine, a tiny, gorgeous young woman with legs and breasts to die for, instantly cuddled and caressed me. Various other things of a sexual nature happened, which culminated with Gina riding my son’s big cock as I tongued her clit and his balls.

Gina then offered me my son’s cock to either suck or ride. Knowing that my willpower to resist was hanging by an unravelling thread, I summoned the last of it together and managed to dress and stagger out to my car before I did the unthinkable and had sex with my son before those three.

When I started my car, Johnny stumbled out naked after me and jumped into the car.

Readers, I will continue with my story.

After getting in my car, Johnny stayed awake long enough to buckle his seatbelt before he passed out. Driving home, I bit my bottom lip as I watched my son’s erect, deliciously long and thick cock gently swaying and bouncing to the car’s movement. Eventually, I could no longer stand it and ran my fingers lightly over its head.

“Hmm,” Johnny moaned as he pushed his hips up, trying to create more contact with my hand. Unable to resist, I wrapped my dainty hand around his shaft and gently pumped it. “Yes,” my son groaned. “Suck it for me, baby, please.”

That wasn’t something I could do whilst driving home, so I gripped tighter and pumped faster. I got home, parked in our garage and saw that Johnny was about to cum. Unwilling to waste his delicious seed, I undid my belt, got on my knees, leaned over and took my son’s hard cock into my mouth. As soon as he felt my tongue lashing his glans, Johnny held my head, groaned, and filled my mouth with his tasty semen. Once my son’s orgasm ended, I licked and swallowed until I was sure I’d gathered all of his spend. Delighting in its taste, I smacked my lips and sat up.

Letting go of Johnny’s slowly deflating cock, I tried to rouse him, but he was dead to the world. Because there was no way I could carry him, all I could do was leave Johnny to sleep off his drunken stupor and go to bed. Entering my room, I locked the door because I was in no mood to try and convince a drunken teenage male that he wasn’t having my sweet pussy that night. If Johnny was sober, I might have considered letting him make love to me again, but I didn’t want to be subjected to his inebriated, fumbling advances.

Sure enough, my door rattled around four hours later, waking me up. Finding my door locked, Johnny chuckled and said, “Thanks for coming and getting me, Mom. See you in the morning.”

I woke sometime later, back to craving a smoke. But fearing another phase out, I ignored my craving. However, I sat up and propped myself against the headboard. I wanted to think more about why I’d suddenly started allowing sexual relations between myself and my children and why I had begun submitting sexually to every advance I received. Never before had I been so easily tripped into bed or compromising situations.

I knew my husband Sean’s continual job promotions were part of the problem. As he climbed that corporate ladder into rarer and rarer air, his absences became more frequent and prolonged. What was worse was that his next promotion was likely to be to VP, and although that would be a real feather in my husband’s cap, it would mean even more travel and a heavier workload.

‘You need to start travelling with him,’ I told myself. ‘The kids are old enough to look after themselves, so your travelling with Sean won’t be a problem. ‘Plus’, I added with a giggle. ‘I’d get to shop in London, Paris and Rome!’

If Sean agreed to allow me to travel with him, it would cure a number of problems. The first, of course, being it would keep the slut Amanda, his secretary, out of his bed. I didn’t mind Sean fucking her. As I’ve noted earlier, that is the price you pay to stay married to a rich, successful man. But she had designs on becoming Mrs Muggleton number two and supplanting me in Sean’s bed permanently instead of only when my husband felt the need to empty his sack into her.

Second was that Sean often bemoaned Amanda’s lack of poise and grace when she accompanied him to formal events. As we all know, most business dealings at the level my husband is at are done over a quiet drink and meal, not in the corporate office. Amanda’s lack of elegance demeaned my husband and made him appear less than he was. Taking me to those events, and I say this with all due modesty, would mean he’d dazzle every man there and quite a few of the women, too.

Third, and with how I was at this moment, probably the most important, travelling with Sean would take me out of Edgar, Frank, Liz and Gina’s clutches. Though, being under Gina’s spell didn’t bother me that much. If I brought Gina to our bed, Sean wouldn’t object as long as he could partake of her delights, too. Of course, our son would, so that was off the table.

But none of the above is what had me concerned that morning. No, it was more that I suddenly seemed to be a lesbian. Every hot-looking woman that had come onto me since I attended the clinic, including my daughter Kristy, I’d joyously had sex with, and I couldn’t understand why.

Yes, I had sex with my sisters and mother for my father’s enjoyment. And, yes, I’d experimented with my best friend Cath Loughlin when we were teenagers. Plus, I’d brought women to our marital bed so I could titillate my husband with a lesbian fantasy show. But before my first visit to Edgar Fontaine’s hypnosis clinic, where I let his receptionist Liz Donnelly have sex with me, I’d never indulged in lesbian sex for my own pleasure. I’d only ever done it for the men in my life.

An incident from my earlier life seemed important to my current situation, so I closed my eyes and relived my memories of that day.

Mobile phones were rare in Australia at the time of my remembered event, and the cost of using the few available was prohibitive. Plus, the network coverage was patchy at best. Most telephonic communication was by way of the good old house phone, or landline, if you prefer.

I thought my mother had gone grocery shopping because her car wasn’t in our garage when I came home from school. So, taking advantage of my perceived rare aloneness, I took the portable phone up to my room and phoned my best friend, Cath Anderson. We chatted about the dreamy boys at our school and agreed that Sean Muggleton, the captain of our school’s First Thirteen, and his best friend Mike Loughlin were amongst the dreamiest of them. As we bantered back and forth, describing what we’d let them do to us, I pulled my panties off and played with my love button.

That meant, of course, that I breached several house rules simultaneously. I hadn’t stripped naked as soon as I walked through the door. I’d taken the phone to my room –probably the biggest breach of protocol. And I was playing with myself. Something I was only to do if my mother or father said I could. Masturbating to orgasm was exclusively done for my father’s enjoyment or as a reward for serving him faithfully.

Mom could allow us to orgasm as a reward for exceptional behaviour if my father was absent on one of his many business trips.

It turned out that my father had taken Mom’s car to be serviced, and she was home. She walked into my bedroom to collect the soiled sheets and other laundry items I should have already bundled for her to take and found me on my back with the soles of my feet pressed together and knees spread wide, thumbing my clitoris as I described to Cath what I wanted Sean Muggleton to do to me.

Of course, I had plenty of experience with all kinds of sexual activities other than penetrative sex, so I could fill my descriptions with vast amounts of salacious details. On the other side, Cath had been raised in a strict catholic family and had zero experience with the male anatomy, let alone sex.

“And exactly what do you think you’re doing, young lady?” Mother said sternly from my bedroom door.

“Oh, shivers,” I squeaked to Cath as I swiftly disconnected the call. Then, kneeling, I bowed my head and offered the phone to my mother. “Talking to my friend, Cath, on the phone, Ma’am,” I admitted.

“Clothed and with your door shut? What are your father’s rules regarding that, Miss Katie Ashley Shephard?” Mom asked.

Feeling about two centimetres tall, I stated, “We are to remove all clothing as soon as we have shut the front door and then carry them to our room and place them in our clothes hamper. Our doors are to remain open at all times so that Dad and you can monitor our behaviour, Ma’am.”

“Regarding the house phone, Miss Katie?” Mom questioned.

“I am only to use it in your or Dad’s presence to ensure I don’t try to hook up with boys, Ma’am,” I replied meekly.

“Masturbating?”

“I’m allowed to only when permitted to by Dad or you. Typically I’m given permission to to reward my good behaviour, Ma’am.”

“And your behaviour today, Katie Ashley Shephard, has it been good?” Mom asked, knowing it hadn’t been.

“No, Ma’am,” I swiftly acknowledged. “I have committed several breaches of protocol and must be corrected to ensure my bad behaviour does not become ingrained.”

“Go to your father’s study and select an appropriate cane for your correction, Miss Katie. Bring it to my room once you’ve made your choice.”

Standing, I swiftly disrobed, ran downstairs to Dad’s office, and selected a cane. I didn’t pay any attention to which one and took the closest to hand. Racing back to my mother’s bedroom, I stopped outside until I got my breathing under control, then stepped through the door.

Walking through the door with my eyes downcast, I closed it and immediately knelt. Then I held the cane above my head, bowed and said, “This worthless piece of female flesh had chosen her correction’s instrument, Ma’am. She apologises for her atrocious behaviour and promises she will do better in the future.”

“Katie, you are always apologetic for your bad behaviour,” my mother said severely. “Yet, you continue to exhibit it. How do you expect to find a strong man to serve if you continue to act like a brat? No, Katie, this sluttish behaviour ends today, or I will cane you until your ass and breasts are black and blue.”

I knew my mother’s question was rhetorical, so I remained kneeling and quiet, looking down.

Sighing, Mom said, “Assume correction position one, Katie. I will administer five corrections on your breasts, followed by five more on your behind. You will thank me for each correction.”

If you remember, position one is standing looking down, with my feet spread shoulder width apart, my hands behind my head, and my elbows back.

Predictably, Mom’s first strike hit both of my nipples simultaneously. “One, thank you, Ma’am.” I intoned. Her second was on the underside of my generous mounds. “Two, thank you, Ma’am.” The third was slightly below the second. “Three, thank you, Ma’am,” I said softly, trying not to allow my arousal to show in my voice. Number four struck across my nipples again. It was swiftly followed by a fifth in the same spot. “Four and five, thank you, Ma’am,” I said, my voice barely short of a moan of desire.

“Turn,” Mom demanded.

Turning until my backside faced my mother, I bent at the hips, placed my hands on my thighs for support, and arched my back so that my ass was presented sexily to my mother.

I heard a whistle as Mom swung the cane at my ass. The cane was a long, slender length of bamboo that flexed and acted like a whip when swung. Wincing, I quietly said, “One, thank you, Ma’am.” Mom’s second strike was across the backs of both upper thighs and stung like crazy. I wanted to twitch away and complain, but I gasped, “Two, thank you, Ma’am.”

“Would you like to be excused from your last three corrections, Miss Katie?” Mom asked.

I’d have preferred to receive my last three strikes and be done, but that wasn’t the required response. So I submissively replied, “Yes, Ma’am. What would you have this piece of cock receiving meat do instead?”

“Lick me to orgasm, Katie,” Mom demanded. “You may masturbate and climax when I do.”

I knee-walked across to my mother and then looked submissively up at her as I tongued her tangy pussy. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Mom moaned and ground her clit and entrance against my lips and mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Mom groaned. “Suck on my clit and lap where you came out of.”

My mother was totally into the fantasy of her daughters sexually stimulating the area we’d exited from, so her words weren’t shocking, and I did as asked, swiftly bringing her to a crashing orgasm.

My correction over, I said, “I apologise for forcing you to correct me, Mother. Your baby girl will endeavour to be better behaved from now on.”

“Do you need to cum, Katie?” Mom asked.

“Yes, please,” I replied.

“Lie on your side and lift your top leg as high as possible,” Mom demanded.

When I complied, Mom knelt between my thighs and pressed her soakingly wet pussy against mine and then ground against me until we exploded into an orgasm.

Thinking about having sex with my father and later with my mother after being corrected gave me some insight to begin unravelling the reasons for my current behaviour. It seemed that after my first session at the clinic, I felt the need to be corrected for my bad behaviour. However, I wasn’t able to communicate that need to anyone, so I sought out situations where I put myself in someone’s power, hoping that they would correct me and then forgive me for my actions.

Of course, they didn’t know I was seeking correction. They only knew that I was willing to let them dominate me. That led them to take liberties with me that they wouldn’t have if I weren’t so willingly submissive. Which, of course, led to more bad behaviour and the need for further correction.

‘What you need, Mrs Katie,’ I told myself. ‘Is a Master or Mistress!’

I had plenty of people wanting the role, that was for sure! Liz Donnelly, Frank Pritchard, Siobhan, Gina Matthews, and even my son, all showed dominance over me when we played sex games together. My husband, Sean, was the clear candidate to take over my father’s role as the monitor and corrector of my behaviour. However, I doubted he had the time even when he was at home. And what would happen if he was away for an extended period again? Over the time of my described misdeeds, Sean had been home for less than six days in five weeks and wouldn’t be home for at least two more.

Gina was less future trouble than Liz or Frank, but I, despite all my recent liaisons with women, didn’t think I was a lesbian. I’m clearly bisexual, but my preferences lean strongly toward men. Thinking the possibilities through, I discounted accepting my son’s girlfriend as my Mistress.

That meant that none of the people currently holding dominion over me were suitable to be my Master or Mistress. Which led to another problem –how do I get out from under their thrall? Of course, once I found a suitable cane holder, I could confess my actions to them and leave them to rescue me from the clutches of the others.

As I mused, I heard my door rattle. Finding it locked, Kristy called, “You okay in there, Mom?”

Swinging my feet out of bed, I crossed to the door, put my long silk nightie on and opened the door. “I’m fine, baby girl,” I told her as I reclined against the headboard again. “I got up really early morning to bring your drunk brother home from Gina’s place.”

“Why didn’t he just stay the night?” Kristy rightfully asked.

However, I thought Johnny’s reasons weren’t mine to explain, so I shrugged, smiled and teased, “Even you need your mommie from time to time.”

Climbing onto the bed and snuggling into my side, Kristy laid her head on my shoulder, then sighed and said, “I sure do, Mom. I thought that playing with you as we have would ease my desires. But, instead, I get hornier every time we play.”

“Then I think we need to take some time and explore more, honey,” I said, using my curled finger under Kristy’s chin to tilt her face up so I could kiss her soft, pouting lips. “But we need to be careful not to reveal what we’re doing to your brother or father.”

“Speaking of, Dad,” my daughter replied. “Have you thought any more of allowing him to be my first and helping me seduce him?”

I had, but I wasn’t prepared to tell her what yet. I needed more time to encourage my husband to fully explore his fantasies about his daughter and admit them to me before I could progress my plans. With him being away, that, of course, was impossible.

Sean had phoned home twice since leaving to check in and ensure the house hadn’t burnt down with us in it. I realise that most wives would expect more, but I knew I had to allow my husband the freedom to be whom and what he needed to be during these trips, or he’d likely decide his wife and family were an impediment to his career and divorce me. Sean isn’t cold or unemotional but is intensely focused on advancing his career and would swiftly cast aside anything that impeded that. So the fact he doesn’t call home much during his trips is a non-issue as far as I’m concerned.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t think of anything to deter or distract my daughter from her intentions, so I shook my head and admitted that I hadn’t yet.

As we’d chatted, Kristy’s hand had found my big, firm breast, and she was idly kneading it as she rolled my nipple softly between her thumb and forefinger. Knowing my door was unlocked and fearing Johnny’s propensity to come barging at the most inopportune time, I flicked my daughter’s nipple and said, “Come on, let me up, and I’ll go and make breakfast. What do you want?”

Twisting mine in revenge, Kristy giggled and said, “I feel like a big plate of scrambled eggs, bacon and hash browns, Mom. Do you mind?”

“Of course not,” I answered, swatting her bottom when she stood.

That earned me a double nipple twist when I stood, but the little witch scampered away before I could retaliate. So, wrapping my long robe around my shoulders, I slid my feet into my slippers and walked to the kitchen.

Once I made a big batch of eggs, hash browns and bacon, I sent Kristy to get her brother. With Kristy snickering as she walked behind him, Johnny staggered into the kitchen with bloodshot eyes and sat in front of his plate.

“Rough night, bro?” Kristy teased. “I heard that Mom had to drag your sorry, drunken ass home last night.”

Trying to act what he thought was manly, my son replied, “Well, it’s not every day you hear your expected career is over before it had even begun!”

Shocked, Kristy asked, “The Lions dropped you?”

Taking a huge mouthful of scrambled eggs, Johnny chewed thoughtfully, then answered, “Not immediately. But I’m down to the under twenty-ones until the season’s end, and then I’m dropped.”

Having heard enough of my son’s pity party, I growled, “Johnny Peter Muggleton, quit your whining because when has that done you any good? Now you can take the club’s decision to drop you like you are, whinging and moaning. Or, you can go into the club on Monday morning, talk to the coaches about what they need you to do to improve, and then prove them wrong! Do you think your father rolled over and acted like a whipped cur the first time things went south in his career?”

“Well, I,” Johnny started.

But I was on a roll, so I added, “Of course, he didn’t. Every time he missed a promotion or screwed up a deal and was chastised, he learnt from his mistake and got better. So you can sit there stuffing food in your face and wallowing in your self-pity. Or you can act like a man, take your setback as it is, a setback, discover what you need to do to be re-signed, and show the club what you’re capable of!

“That way, if they still drop you, you can walk away with your head held high, knowing you gave an AFL career your best shot. And guess what, Johnny? Even if The Lions decide you’re not what they want, the sun will still come up tomorrow, the birds will still sing, and your family will still love you! So, my darling boy, life is not football, and you will get over being dropped, or so help me, I will put you over my knee and spank you!”

After my tirade, I stopped and blinked, quite amazed at myself. I don’t recall ever going off at anyone like that before, let alone the men in my life. Don’t get me wrong; as they grew up, I disciplined my children when necessary, especially when Sean wasn’t home. But I rarely raised my voice. As my parents did, when my children broke family rules, I talked to them calmly and quietly and asked if they knew why I was correcting them. However, I most definitely didn’t use physical correction as my parents had with me.

After breakfast, Kristy headed to work, and Johnny had something planned with Gina, so I was left home alone again. But, as I’ve written, there is nothing unusual about that. However, being alone that day grated at me for some reason, so I phoned Cath and asked if she’d like to get coffee somewhere. Her husband, Mike, was playing golf and wouldn’t be home until close to dinner, so she swiftly agreed to meet.

We arranged to meet in an hour at an old favourite, the Three Monkeys Coffee and Tea House in West End. Cath said she had a friend from Venezuela staying with her, so there would be three of us.

Dressing in my bright yellow, floral print, V-necked, short-sleeve mini dress with my cream, wedge-heeled sandals, I expertly did my hair and makeup, got in my Audi, and drove to West End. Finding a park, I strutted into Three Monkeys and found Cath already there with her friend.

Once I sat at their table, Cath said, “Katie, meet my friend Juana. Juana, this is my oldest and dearest friend, Katie Muggleton. Katie and I have known each other since fifth grade. Well, I was in seventh, and Katie in fifth, but we somehow became friends anyway and have been ever since.”

Holding out my hand, I smiled at the beautiful Venezuelan woman before me and said, “I’m not that old, you know? But Cath and I have been friends forever.”

Unfortunately, Juana’s English wasn’t up to my quip, so it went over her head. She smiled anyway and said, “Pleased to meet you, Mrs Katie.”

With my newly found bisexuality making me consider almost anyone a potential conquest, I looked Cath’s friend over. My first thought was that she resembled Anck-su-namun from the movie ‘The Mummy Returns’. Juana has long black hair in a fringe cut and dark, almost black eyes, set in white on white corneas. Her nose is straight and thin and sits over a small mouth with pouting lips.

Juana is tall for a woman, though not as tall as me. I estimated she was close to 177 cm (5 ft-9). Slender, no more than 60 kg (132 lbs), with breasts slightly smaller than her hips (I guessed 34-25-35), and a minimum of a C-cup. Juana is exotically beautiful, and she sure had my motor purring!

Juana appeared to check me out with equal fervour, and when our eyes met, we smiled, feeling an instant connection spark. For me, this connection felt different. I didn’t feel my typical response to a sexually dominant potential partner. Instead, I felt as if I needed to own, to take this beautiful, middle-aged woman as mine. It was a new emotion for me, and I felt my juices flowing from my naked pussy.

Juana’s conversational English was reasonably good, so she explained how she and Cath had met over the net when they played Farmville together. Each had needed extra contacts to request supplies from to enable them to complete tasks. Although Facebook games were beyond boring to me, I knew that millions played them worldwide.

Juana had worked as a reporter for Valencia’s El Carabobeño newspaper, but her rabid anti-government views had put her life in danger. Cath had fleetingly met Juana face-to-face when Cath covered an Australia vs Venezuela football match. So, using her many contacts in Australia’s parliament, Cath petitioned for political refugee status for Juana. When Juana’s status as a refugee was confirmed, Cath paid for her to come to Australia.

Juana left Venezuela with virtually nothing more than the clothes she wore because when the Venezuelan government got wind of Juana’s defection to Australia, they froze her bank accounts. That meant that Juana currently lived on the generosity of Cath and Mike. However, I knew my friends well and knew Juana would be looked after.

After lunch and a couple of coffees, Cath needed to visit the lady’s room. You may have noticed that we women tend to go together, but when Cath announced her need, I caught Juana’s eye and almost unperceptively shook my head. So, instead of accompanying her rescuer, Juana relaxed back and made room for Cath to slide through.

Waiting until my friend was out of earshot, I placed my hand over Juana’s and asked, “Does Cath know you’re a lesbian, honey?”

Juana gasped before replying, “Mrs Katie, how did you know?”

I patted Juana’s leg and answered, “Your desire for me is blatant, little one. If I asked, you’d already be kneeling between my shapely thighs, lapping my pussy.”

Blushing despite her mocha latte skin colouring, Juana admitted that was true and stated that she didn’t know if Cath knew she preferred women to men or not.

Cath returned and said she needed to head in to work and prerecord some segments for her show. I suggested Juana accompany me home because Cath’s place would be empty. Mike was at golf, and Cath and Mike’s eldest, Phil, lived with the dominatrix Siobhan. Caoimhe, Cath and Mike’s daughter, Phil’s sister, spent most of her time with her brother and Siobhan. Caoimhe is Siobhan’s submissive, but I had yet to discover if she and her brother played together, too.

Once Juana and I were alone in my car, an awkward silence overcame us. I didn’t know the woman at all and had no idea what interests she had. Plus, after my last experience of sharing my life with a new friend and being attacked for living it, I felt reticent about sharing it again. Luckily, we got to my home before the silence became unbearable.

Our garage has an inner entrance to our foyer, and the foyer opens into the lounge room, which open plans with my kitchen and dining area. The right side of my lounge holds the curving staircase up to the bath and sleeping areas. I planned to lead Juana into my kitchen and make either coffee or tea, but she stopped in the middle of the lounge, seemingly stupefied by the sheer size and opulence of the room.

“Oh, wow, Mrs Katie,” she said in awe. “Your home is beyond beautiful. How many staff do you have to maintain it?”

“Just little ole me,” I giggled as I took Juana’s hand and unthinkingly kissed the back of it before lifting it and rubbing my face on it.

At my actions, Juana turned to face me, then her pretty lips parted slightly, and her eyes lidded. She purred, “You take care of all of this yourself, Mrs Katie? That’s impressive. My Mom and Dad own a house similar to this, and we have three servants.”

Kissing up Juana’s inner arm as I pulled her closer, I pointed out, “Yes, Juana. But from what you said, you had eight brothers and sisters. Here, we have only the four of us. Although my husband, Sean, is away on business now.”

“You are living alone, Mrs Katie?” Just Katie, please, Juana. Mrs Katie makes me sound old. No, my son and daughter live with me. My son, Johnny, is at his girlfriend’s place. He and my daughter, Kristy, should be home in time for dinner, around three hours from now.

With her voice coming in breathy pants as I lifted her arm and kissed her exposed armpit, Juana said, “What shall we do until then, Katie?” Oh, I’m sure we’ll think of something, I whispered as I undid her blouse, exposing deliciously soft breasts encased in a lacy white bra.

“Please, Katie,” Juana moaned. “It has been so long since I made love. Love me, please.” Of course, little one, I hummed, wondering where the heck that came from.

Cupping and kissing Juana’s breasts, I pushed her slowly back until she hit the sofa and collapsed onto it. Then I turned her so she lay sideways on the couch. Moving my lips from her delectable breasts to her pouting lips, I kissed her passionately as I darted my tongue out to dance along her teeth. Feeling my tongue rubbing insistently along her lips, Juana moaned as she opened her mouth slightly and allowed my tongue to take possession of her mouth.

Even as I made love to this dusky South American woman, I marvelled at myself. I was typically modest and submissive when making love. Allowing my partner to show and demand what they wanted and then willingly doing it. Today, I led, commanded, and demanded a response from Juana, and I was thrilled to get it. Juana and I shared a passionate kiss as my hands wandered over her lean, shapely body until overcome by my hand’s erotic stroking, Juana moaned into my mouth and placed her hands on either side of my head.

“Please, Katie,” she begged. “You must taste me. I will die if you do not!”

Far be it from me to be the cause of her death, so I smiled and kissed lower. Then, reaching behind her back, I unsnapped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders. Cupping her gorgeous mounds again, I strummed her nipples with my thumbs as I leant back and admired them before trailing soft kisses and licks up and over them.

“Please, Katie,” Juana begged again.

Keeping my hands on her big soft breasts, I kissed across her delicate tummy and onto her belly button. Juana’s skirt was too tight for me to pull down easily, so I released her squidgy breasts, reached behind her, and undid the zip. Then tugging it down, I waited until Juana lifted her hips and pulled it off her shapely legs. The removed skirt revealed a pair of lacy white panties, an extremely hairy bush, and a severe, spreading wet spot under her entrance.

Delighted at my new lover’s eager responsiveness and keen to savour what tonguing a hairy pussy would be like, I kissed Juana’s wetness before pulling her panties down and flinging them aside.

“Please, Katie,” Juana pleaded, lifting and spreading her knees as I hesitated, savouring the delectable sight before me.

Instead of doing what my beautiful Venezuelan friend wanted me to do, I lay back between her long legs and covered her soft breasts with kisses.

Kissing Juana’s breasts provided a different experience for me. Every other pair I had kissed and caressed to date were large and firm like my daughter’s, Jennifer’s and Gina’s, or small and tight like Charmaine’s or Caoimhe’s. Even Liz Donnelly’s huge watermelon-sized breasts were firm to my touch. When I first caressed Liz’s breasts, I was surprised to find they were natural. With their enormous size and breathtaking symmetry, I’d assumed they were fake, but they were all hers. Siobhan’s, of course, were surgically enhanced but still firm under my tongue.

Juana’s, however, were like half-filled water balloons and fell off her chest to the sides. Fascinated, I repeatedly gathered her breasts together, kissed and suckled them, and then let them drop. Juana’s begged, “Please, Mistress, you must taste me as I can stand no more,” broke through my fascination.

Surprised, I looked to where Juana’s heavily lidded eyes stared at me. ‘Mistress?’ I thought. ‘I, a Mistress? Surely not!’

But then Juana repeated, “Please, Mistress. Please, Mistress,” and I knew for this beautiful woman I could be.

Moving lower, I knelt on the sofa, placed my hands behind Juana’s knees and pushed her knees back and apart, lifting her hairy pussy up to meet my descending mouth. Touching the tip of my tongue to Juana just before her little starfish, I rasped it along her perineum, across her slit and onto her love button. Then pausing to lash it momentarily, I reversed directions back toward her starfish again.

Feeling Juana’s gently undulating body writhing under my ministrations gave me a feeling of power, and I became determined to give her her best orgasm ever. So, after making this return journey a few times, I slid two stiffened fingers into Juana’s hot, tight, wet tunnel and twisted them back and forth as I thrust them into and out of her. I heard Juana’s softly breathed moans turn into gasped grunts, so I curled my fingers back to search for her G-spot. Finding the small rough area barely inside her pussy and behind her pubic bone, I scraped my manicured nails across it before insistently tapping.

“That is so good, Mistress,” Juana moaned as her hips writhed, trying to force firmer contact with my tapping fingers.

Pleased with her sensually moaned response, I tapped for a few seconds longer before lowering my head and sucking her clitoris into my mouth. Reaching across Juana’s pliant stomach, I found her right breast sagging beside her ribcage and groped across it until I grasped her nipple. Then, feeling my newest conquest cresting towards her peak, I scraped my nails firmly across her G-spot, sucked her clit hard as I lashed it with my tongue, and viciously pinched, pulled and twisted Juana’s nipple.

The clashing, combining sensations of immense pleasure with intense pain, crashed Juana off the cliff of her orgasm, and squealing and bucking, she gushed fluids over my mouth as she rode the lightning of her climax.

I stroked my finger across Juana’s G-spot as she came down from her orgasmic high, but when I heard her protesting mewl, I understood that Juana’s pussy was overstimulated and pleasuring it caused sensations too intense for her to endure, so I moved my fingers and mouth off her erogenous zones. My daughter and I were lucky in that we are multi-orgasmic. However, for most women, that is but a dream, and once they’ve climaxed, they need time to recover and for their ‘bits’ to desensitise before they can attempt to climb towards another peak.

Smiling happily, I moved and sat on the sofa. When I sat, Juana moved to kneel at my feet and gaze submissively up at me. “May I pleasure you with my mouth, Mistress?” She pleaded.

Nodding eagerly, I shifted my ass to the sofa’s edge and lifted my heels onto it outside my shapely bottom. Doing that left my tiny, sweet pussy beautifully exposed for my first submissive toy to titillate.

Juana didn’t disappoint. Smiling lovingly up at my intently staring eyes, she tilted her head back and ran her flattened tongue from my tiny brown ring to my love button. Then, pausing to softly suck and lick my clit, Juana lapped along my slit until she hovered over my entrance. Blowing on it forcefully, she listened for me to moan before stiffening her tongue and stabbing it as deeply into me as she could force it to go.

Juana had me brewing towards an epically proportioned orgasm, but she was teasing and tormenting me along the way. Every action she took, everything she did drove my arousal higher, but maddeningly slowly. Juana tongued my tiny ring, but not for long enough to send me over the edge. She alternated lapping at my entrance with stabbing into it with her tongue, but as I neared my crest, her mouth moved away, and she blew hot air over my clit instead.

That felt awesome, especially when her strong hands found my nipples and gently rolled and pulled them. I was close again, only to find her tongue was deliciously sliding along my taint from my starfish to my entrance. Another delicious sensation, but different, and my arousal had dipped briefly from the sudden loss of contact, so I had to start a fresh climb to an orgasmic peak.

Juana’s teasing went on and on until I lifted into a half-crunch, grabbed a handful of her hair, forced her mouth against my clitoris and demanded, “Suck my button, finger my pussy, and make me cum!”

With Juana being submissive, I expected her to obey immediately. I was wrong, however. Instead, she shook her head and pulled her mouth away from pussy long enough to state firmly, “Not until you say it!”

Exasperated and dying to cum, I growled, “Say what?”

“Say what you want like you mean it, Katie. Stop being so damned polite and conservative with your language. Tell me what you want me to do, Mistress Katie. Demand that I, your submissive slut, do what you need to get off.”

She was too much, her ridiculous demand was too much, and I’d had enough, so I slammed her mouth against my clitoris and growled, “Fuck you, you dumb slut! Suck my fuck button and finger my wet cunt until I cream on your fucking face!”

Shocked at the profanity I’d just spat, I blushed and almost cowered, waiting for either or both of my parents to appear holding a cane and a bar of soap and take me to task for using profane language. But when I gazed down at my beautiful Latin-American lover, she smiled proudly back at me, so more quietly, I repeated, “Suck my fuck button as you finger my wet cunt, Juana. Make your Mistress cum.”

Juana shifted her mouth to my clitoris swiftly, and when I moaned, slid two fingers inside my aching pussy and scraped their nails over my G-spot. Then, just as I thought I’d explode, Juana dipped her other hand’s index finger inside my sopping pussy, forced it under my luscious bottom, and rimmed my little star.

Swearing when having sex with Juana seemed par for the course now because I groaned, “Fuck!” prolongedly until, like the air out of a deflating balloon, I finally faded to silence.

Breathing hard, I stared at Juana as I stroked her hair and enjoyed her soft kisses on my pussy and clit. Eventually, Juana lifted from my pussy and asked, “Can you go again, Mistress Katie? Would you like me to bring you to orgasm again?”

Well, I could, and I definitely would like her to because Juana’s lovemaking skills were exquisite. But, looking at the wall clock, I realised that we barely had time to clean ourselves up and get dressed before my children would be home.

I explained our plight to Juana, and although she pouted, she accepted the necessity of at least vacating the lounge. However, she insisted on accompanying me up to my room, and unable to resist, I allowed her to follow.

Entering my room, Juana spun me around and pushed me onto my back on the bed. Then picking my feet up, she swung them onto the bed, too. Covering my larger body with her leaner one, Juana forced her knee between my thighs. Then when I parted them, she slithered between them. Juana then put her hand between my generous breasts for balance, extended two fingers on her right hand, placed her palm’s heel against her pubic bone, then began fucking me like her hand and fingers were a cock.

Surprised by her sudden assault, I didn’t initially react. However, the delightful feeling of having my pussy suddenly filled overcame my surprise, and I swiftly climbed the path to another orgasm.

Strangely dominant, Juana demanded, “What are you, Mistress Katie?” A slut, I admitted. “Wrong answer, Mistress Katie,” Juana replied as she thrust harder into me. “What are you?” A submissive slut, I expanded. “Even more wrong, Mistress Katie,” Juana growled. “Tell me what you are!” I don’t understand, Juana. What do you want me to say? Pounding into me to the point of pain, Juana snarled, “Have you learnt nothing from your experiences today? How can you say that you’re submissive with how you’ve dominated me?”

I had one of those comical ‘lightbulb’ moments. I’d dominated my husband comfortably, and today, sensing my Latin-American lover’s need, I’d swiftly taken dominion over her, too. What’s more, I’d sinfully enjoyed these experiences. I now knew what Juana wanted to hear –“I am a beautiful woman who can choose to be a submissive slut or a domineering Mistress. I choose to be your Mistress, little slut Juana. Now fuck me to fruition and then lie on your back and show me how quickly you can make yourself cum!”

Smiling proudly, Juana changed her thrust angle slightly, and when she pushed in, the back of her fingers dragged delightfully over my G-spot, and I exploded. Thrashing and howling, I crashed over orgasm’s cliff and bounced off every pleasure rock on the way down. Blissfully floating after I climaxed, I was barely aware of Juana rolling off me onto her back and of her soon sighed her orgasm.

“Was that small orgasm enough, little one?” I asked dreamily.

“Yes, Mistress,” Juana smiled. “May I snuggle with you?”

“Of course,” I muttered.

And, of course, we fell asleep. And, of course, Johnny came crashing into my room about thirty minutes later.

“Mom!” He said excitedly before realising I had a beautiful, naked woman cuddling me.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, his hand automatically grabbing his swiftly inflating penis. “That is hot! May I watch?”

Throwing my pillow at him, I exasperatedly said, “No, you can’t! Now Juana doesn’t want you seeing her naked, so avert your eyes and get out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind your young man looking, Katie,” Juana giggled as she deliberately spread her legs and allowed my son an unimpeded view of her hairy-bush covered pussy. “As long as he understands that his dick holds no interest for me.”

“You’re a lesbian?” Johnny curiously asked.

“Why?” Juana asked archly. “Haven’t you met one before? Don’t worry because we don’t all want men’s testicles removed at birth.”

Bamboozled by Juana’s overt display, Johnny idiotically asked, “You don’t?”

“Of course not,” Juana teased as she unashamedly spread her pussy hair so Johnny could see her clitoris and surprisingly pink slit. “Some of us want babies, and where else will we harvest the sperm from, if not from the balls of adult men?”

Wincing, Johnny covered his big balls with his hand and swiftly backed out of the room.

Turning to me, Juana stretched and said, “You have a handsome son, Katie. Have you and him, you know, played?”

“Of course not,” I tried to say without blushing. “Mothers shouldn’t do that with their offspring.”

“Why ever not?” Juana wonderingly asked. “He’s a handsome young man that needs an older woman to guide him into the mysteries of the female flesh. And you are a beautiful woman in the prime of her sexuality whose husband is away for excessive periods. It seems natural that you would take care of each other’s needs. After all, even though I preferred to lay with my mother, I would take care of my father’s needs when he asked me to.”

“It’s as simple as that?” I disbelievingly questioned.

“Yes, it is that simple,” Juana assured me.

“Well, it’s not how things are done here in Australia, I can tell you! Most people would be disgusted by the thought of a mother sleeping with her son.”

“By ‘sleeping with’, you mean having sex, yes?” Juana checked. I nodded my assent, and she added, “Who loves your son more than you, Katie? Who could possibly love him more? No, Katie, if your son needs to be shown the intricacies of making love as opposed to fucking, it is you who should teach him. That way, you, how do you say? Kill two birds with one stone? Yes, like that. You do not need to have your needs met from outside your family, and your son is taught what he needs to know. Maybe, your daughter, too.”

It all sounded so simple when Juana voiced it, but as I considered what she’d stated, I could only wish things were that easy. Even the simplest thing. How would Johnny react if he knew I was intimate with his sister like I was intimate with him? How would my daughter respond if she knew her brother and I made love? I thought she would react about as poorly as I would if I discovered she and he were intimate.

It was nearing my daughter’s return home, so I encouraged Juana into the shower. Wondering if we’d ever have the chance to play again, I locked my door and showered with her. Of course, that meant for some sexy times in the shower, along with a mutual orgasm. Walking back into my room first, I saw my daughter sitting on my bed. I tried to hold Juana back, but she pushed past me into the room.

Seeing my daughter on the bed, she unconcernedly dropped her towel and began dressing. Kristy gaped at Juana’s extremely hairy bush and turned questioning eyes at me. Trying to match Juana’s nonchalance, I dropped my towel and took a wrap dress out of my closet. I slid the dress on without bothering with underwear and did up the ties to hold it closed.

“What?” I asked my daughter

“Were you two making love in the shower, Mom?” Kristy incredulously asked. However, she already knew the answer because, as is typical, I was loud when expressing my orgasm.

Before I could answer, Juana giggled before replying, “Yes. And in the bed before the shower. And, oh yes, and in the lounge before we came upstairs, too. Your mother is, how do you say? Very good at making love. You should try with her one day.”

“Mom!” Kristy whined, stringing the word out into at least three syllables. “What is going on?”

“We’ll discuss this as a family after I’ve dropped Juana back at Cath’s place, Kristy. Until then, I have nothing further to say on the matter,” I stated firmly.

“Wait. You mean Johnny knows you’re in here making love with a woman? Why does he get to know when I don’t?”

“Young lady,” I stated primly. “Without your penchant for breaking through my locked closed door and entering anyway, you would remain unaware I was in the shower with my friend. Now, we will discuss this as a family when I return!”

Taking Juana’s hand, I marched with her in tow from the room and drove her to Cath’s place. Of course, I couldn’t just drop and run, so I went inside and tried not to act embarrassed before my longest-time friend for long enough to be polite. Then, I went home to face my children, wondering if I shouldn’t just keep driving until I hit Melbourne or Cairns and start a new life.

Walking inside, I found Johnny and Kristy sitting at the breakfast bar, waiting for me. Johnny briefly looked up from his phone to grin and wink while Kristy slid off her stool and poured us all a glass of white wine. Getting back on her seat, Kristy handed me the wine and stared at me silently as she sipped her drink.

Feeling very self-conscious, I took a deep breath and said, “I suppose you’re wondering who that was?”

“Wondering who you were fucking is fairly far down on my list of things I want to know, Mom,” my daughter drily replied. “My first thoughts are, for how long and often have you been cheating on Dad?” She waited for me to respond, and when I didn’t, added, “So are you a lesbian now, or something? Are you about to become a big old dyke and kick Dad to the curb?”

“First of all, young lady,” I huffed. “There is no need to be so disparaging about women who prefer the company of other women to men. Secondly, no. I am not about to become a ‘big old dyke’, as you so inelegantly put it. Thirdly, even if I were, it would be my decision, not yours!”

I would have continued, but my daughter snorted derisively and interrupted with, “You are hardly in a position to take the moral high ground, Mother. You’re cheating on Dad with another woman. A woman, for goodness sake! Given his habit of banging his secretary at every opportunity, he can hardly object if you take a male lover. But to take another woman to your marital bed, Mother? That is beyond the pale!”

“Juana was not the first woman I’ve taken to your father’s bed,” I pointed out evenly.

Of course, Kristy thought I meant her, so she gulped and clammed up. Now that I had the ascendency, I sipped at my wine, stared her down, and remained silent.

Eventually, she blushed and said, “It was all a bit of a shock, I guess. I’m not used to you locking the door, and because I was concerned about how you passed out a few weeks ago, I thought I’d better check to ensure you were okay. So I used a butter knife to undo the lock and came inside.”

However, I knew the real reason my daughter was on my bed was that either she wanted to discuss her planned seduction of her father further or to play some more with me.

Johnny still played on his phone, oblivious to my and Kristy’s conversation. I poked him in the ribs and asked, “Well, Johnny? What do you have to say about what I did?”

“I don’t care, Mom, he dismissively replied. “Dad has consistently played around on you, so I don’t care that you have played around on him. Besides, it’s not like either of you wants to permanently replace the other in bed. You both get lonely, is all. So, Kristy, climb off your high horse and understand that our mother is a MILF with needs, and accept that her playing with a woman is much less risky to our family than letting some random guy bang her.

“Besides, what did you say her name was, Mom? Juana? Yeah, that’s it. Juana is hot, so can I watch the next time you two get it on?”

“You are, and have always been, no better than a pig, Timothy Peter Muggleton,” Kristy sniffed disdainfully. “Of course, you think our mother having sex with another woman is hot. Gross children like you always do! Enough said on the matter. I’m going to bed because I have an exam in the morning.”

Once Kristy had reached the top of the stairs, Johnny cuddled me, kissed my cheek, and said, “You’re not a dyke, are you, Mom? If you are, well, I guess you are. But that would mean divorcing Dad, and I don’t want our family to break up.”

“I’m not a lesbian, Johnny,” I reassured him, wishing he’d take me in his strong arms and carry me to bed. “But I have needs that aren’t being met because of your father’s frequent absences. Juana was willing to explore with me with no attachment, so I relieved my itch, okay? Besides, as Kristy said, because I am not a lesbian, there is little chance I will want to leave your father for a woman. Therefore, there is less danger to our family unit.”

Looking at me earnestly, Johnny said, “I can help you with that itch, Mom. I’ll help you scratch it anytime you want.”

Giggling, I touched his cheek and then kissed where I’d touched. A seriously flirtatious move, if only my son knew, and said, “No, Johnny. We must not continue our affair lest Kristy, or worse, your father discovers us.”

Johnny sighed extravagantly, huffed, and sadly replied, “I guess you’re right, Mom. My sister is already pissed at you, so I think we need to cool it.”

I looked at my son, bewildered. Could he really be that dense and not know I was being deceptively modest? That what I longed for was for my handsome, tall and strong son to pick me up, carry me to bed, then spend the night making me scream his name in ecstasy? Apparently, he was because Johnny kissed my cheek chastely, wished me good night, left the kitchen and went to bed.

‘Your mother warned you that men didn’t take hints and couldn’t read between the lines, Katie,’ I thought. ‘If you want to trip your son and make him fall between your shapely thighs, you’d better say something now so he knows what you want.’

But I couldn’t. To assuage my guilt, I had limited myself to accepting his advances and not initiating my own. So, sighing and sexually frustrated, I went to bed and masturbated to visions of Johnny, Kristy, Juana, Siobhan, and Liz Donnelly. However, the image that finally sent me over the edge into climax was my son bending me over the bathroom sink and roughly ploughing his massive tool into my tight cunt as I begged him to fuck me hard until he filled my slut cunt with cum.

I spent Tuesday fearing my trip to Edgar’s clinic the following day. I tried to phone and cancel many times, but every time I did, my vision would cloud, and I’d hear, “You will return because you must return, Katie. You need what I offer because I will set you free.” And by the time that had run through my mind, I’d put down my phone and was doing some cleaning task. If I tried to push it, I’d tremble on the edge of a Flicker: image: episode and need to quickly back away.

The only other thing to note was that Kristy came home from her exam at midday and asked if she could lie and cuddle with me on my bed. I readily agreed because I loved that she still needed me. To my surprise, Kristy locked the door and disrobed before getting on the bed. I assumed that by ‘cuddle’, she meant have sex, and I wasn’t unwilling, so I stripped too.

However, other than exchanging soft kisses with me as she absently kneaded my breast, my daughter merely lay beside me silently. Eventually, her fingers moved to my nipple, and she slowly tweaked it as it hardened in her fingers. “I’m sorry I was being a bitch yesterday, Mom,” Kristy apologised. “I came to your room wanting to experiment more, only to find you having loud, raucous sex with another woman, and I was jealous. Silly of me, huh?”

My daughter’s confession ignited one of my greatest fears –that my children would move from sexual desire for me to romantic love. It was why my sisters and I were forbidden from playing with each other except when Dad demanded we do. To have sex together only for his enjoyment prevented us from developing a romantic attachment to each other–something we girls can too easily do. A prevalence of women equate sex with romantic love. Because we love, we have sex. Men tend to have sex for sex’s sake more often than women. Although I readily admit what I’m saying is not true for all women or all men.

All the above raced through my mind as I carefully considered my answer. In the finish, I opted for a conservative response. “Kristy, unless you’re wanting me, your mother, to be your exclusive girlfriend and lover, what does it matter who I have sex with? Unless you’re holding me to a higher standard than your father and expect me to remain faithful to the marriage vows he breaks most nights he’s away?”

“No, of course not, Mom,” Kristy said. “But wouldn’t you be jealous if I brought another woman home to make love to?”

“Honey, I’d be happy and relieved if you decided to take a lover. I’ve considered that you may be a lesbian and feel you can’t tell your father and me. If that is why you’re yet to take a man to your bed, then know we will love you regardless of your sexual orientation, and bring your girlfriend home so I can meet her. All I want, my baby girl, is for you to be happy. Nothing else matters.”

“I’m not a lesbian, Mother,” Kristy replied acerbically. “No more than you are. I have had sex with exactly one person so far, Mom, you! No, I dream and fantasise about my first lover all the time, and he is always male. You know who I fantasise about most. It’s wrong, but it’s what I want. So, please, Mom. Make a decision before Dad gets home next Friday.”

It was my turn to be acerbic, “And exactly how do you want me to inform your father of your wants, Kristy? Wait until he’s thrusting deep inside me and casually say, ‘Oh, by the way, Sean, our daughter is still a virgin because she’s waiting for you to deflower her?’ How well do you reckon that conversation will go? No, Kristy, I will not discuss this further with you. But hold onto this –I haven’t said no. And trust me to do the right thing by our family.”

Kristy had stiffened when she heard my biting response, but when I got to the end, she relaxed again and her gentle kneading and tweaking resumed. She lay cuddled to me as she breathed softly, and I wondered if she hadn’t fallen asleep. But as I was about to move into a new position, Kristy asked, “What was your first time like, Mom? Dad was your first, wasn’t he?”

The answer to that question depended on how I interpreted the words ‘your first’. Sean was the first man to penetrate and cum inside my vagina and ass, but I’d had oral sex with my father, mother, and sisters too many times to count. However, although I’d let it slip that I’d had scissor sex with her grandmother, I’d never mentioned anything about my family of origin’s proclivities to my children or their father.

Keeping those thoughts to myself, I truthfully replied, “Yes, baby. The first,” and then added the lie, “and the only one.”

Kissing my jaw, Kristy said, “Tell me what it was like, Mom. Was it like so many of my friends say–awkward, fumbling, horrible and painful? Or was it soft, gentle and romantic? I bet it was soft, gentle and romantic. It was, wasn’t it?”

It wasn’t any of the things my daughter mentioned. Sean was an accomplished cocksman well before he took me to bed for the first time. I knew of at least four girls from our year who had readily given up their hymens to him and of at least another three he had dated and, if they were to be believed, screwed. So it wasn’t awkward or fumbling. Nor was it romantic. Although I’d held a crush on Sean since state school, I’d never once given him the time of day and gave him the cold shoulder if he tried to talk to me. I couldn’t allow Sean to get too close because I knew how readily I’d let him trip me into bed, and I was scared of my father finding out if Sean did.

Therefore, Sean was stunned when I marched up to him on the Wednesday before my Friday birthday and emphatically told him he was taking me to dinner that Friday night and that he’d better book a motel room for the night if he wanted more than dinner.

We ate a rushed dinner because we weren’t together to eat, and we both knew it. So after only a main course, we left for the motel. We were making out as soon as we were through the motel room’s door. I hadn’t told Sean that I was still a virgin, and I didn’t want him to think I was inexperienced or a dud root, so after exchanging some heated kisses, I dropped to my knees, undid his pants, pulled them down, and swallowed his thick cock.

He was much bigger than Dad, but I didn’t let that deter me from swallowing him whole. A few seconds later, I swallowed the first of many of my husband’s loads I’ve received over the years. Sean’s bigger cock fascinated me, so I continued blowing him until he orgasmed again, only this time, I took him out of my mouth and masturbated him until he came on my face.

After that, Sean picked me up and threw me on the bed before leaping after me and going down on me. When his tongue hit my hymen, he hesitated and lifted his face off me. “How can it be that you’re still a virgin after giving two blowjobs as well as you did?” He disbelievingly asked. “How are you so good at giving head if you’ve never had sex?”

Of course, I couldn’t say why I was an expert fellatrix, so I giggled and said, “Who says I’ve never had sex? It’s only that I haven’t found the right man to give my virginity to before tonight.”

Sean and I did have a romantic moment then because he moved up and kissed my lips despite his semen still dripping from my face. Sean huskily said, “I’m honoured you chose me to be your first, Katie. I’ve lusted after you for years, but you never once gave me the time of day. Otherwise, I would have done this with you years ago.”

And that was why I had kept Sean at a distance. I would have let him have me in an instant. But then Dad would have found out, I’d be grounded for life, and Sean would be fearfully looking over his shoulder lest my father followed through on his threat to kill him.

I decided my best course of action was to remain silent. It worked because instead of waiting for an answer, Sean kissed me again and went back down on me. He was good. Damned good! Of course, it may have been that Sean was the first man to have tasted me, so I had nothing but my mother’s and sisters’ tongues to compare.

First, Sean spread my pussy lips and tongued my entrance and slit. Next, he pulled my clit hood back and sucked on and swirled his tongue over my clit. Then he reached across my rounded tummy and tweaked my nipples. It was divine, and I swiftly climaxed.

After my orgasm, Sean moved higher, and we exchanged soft kisses until the feel of his throbbing manhood on my thigh made me push my hips and pussy up at him. Taking my hint, Sean moved between my thighs and positioned his cock against my entrance and gently pushed in until he felt my hymen’s resistance. Then smiling gently at me, he asked, “You ready to become a woman, Katie?”

“Will it hurt?” I asked fearfully. Only a little, Sean honestly answered. Your hymen seems relatively thin, so I think it’ll break easily. “Then make me a woman, lover, please.” I pleaded.

Sean pressed forwards firmly, and my hymen put up no fight, readily parting before his rampant cock. All I felt was a sharp pinch as my future husband’s cock ploughed deeply into my fresh earth. I gasped when my hymen broke, so Sean held still until he felt my hips tentatively push up at him. Three more slow press forwards and pullbacks, and Sean was buried to the hilt inside me.

Again, he held still, waiting for me to become accustomed to having him inside me. But he began thrusting into me when I lifted my knees and wrapped my legs around his hips. I’m not sure if I have words adequate to explain how his penis felt sliding inside my pussy other than to say I felt rapturous. Sean’s cock seemed to glide over zillions of tiny nerve endings, all sending messages of pure pleasure and ecstasy to my brain.

I’d lost control and didn’t have any clue what I was doing. All I knew was that I needed more needed, this handsome, gorgeous man inside me to, using a forbidden word, fuck me! ‘Yes!’ My mind screamed. ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!’ But although I screamed that in my mind, my mouth only made mewling, gasping and panting sounds.

My hips began to rise to meet Sean’s thrusts, and soon, I was using my legs to pull him into me as I drove my pussy up at his invading cock. My entire world had become a never-ending series of micro orgasms, each growing on the previous, until I felt Sean shudder and jerk, his big cock suddenly swelling and lengthening inside me. He roared as he erupted sperm into my no longer virgin pussy. His semen splashing over my cervix and coating the walls of my vagina crashed me into an extreme climax, and I screamed into his shoulder, where I was biting until I passed out.

Sean was still inside me when I came to, but my pussy spasmed and pushed his deflated penis out. Looking at me and smiling, Sean kissed my plump lips and whispered, “Welcome to womanhood, Katie Shephard. Know that I will always treasure being your first lover.”

We made love several more times that night until sometime after midnight, my pussy became too sore to continue.

So, that was the story of my deflowering, but of course, with the celebrated Katie Ashley Shephard luck, I was in the nine percent that got pregnant whilst being on the pill. Katie Ashley Muggleton stats: Number of times she’s had penetrative sex: 1. Number of pregnancies: 1. Batting average: 1. Lucky me, right?”

Six weeks after that lone night, I ate breakfast and immediately threw it up. Everything I put in my mouth until midday came instantly back up. By mid-afternoon, I felt okay and was able to hold down a late lunch and dinner. The cycle repeated over the next two days.

On the third day I’d vomited, my mother followed me into the bathroom and said, “If I didn’t know better, Katie, I’d say you were pregnant. When I was pregnant with you and your sisters, I was like you are now precisely. I do know better, don’t I, Miss Shephard?”

“I’m eighteen, Mom,” I tried to growl. “I can have sex whenever and with whoever I want.”

Mom shook her head, “Not if you want to continue living unmarried under this roof, Katie, you can’t,” she denied. “You know your father’s feelings about sex before marriage.”

“Yet he has sex with all of us, Mom. Isn’t that a tad hypocritical?”

“Your father is teaching his daughters how to serve a sexually dominant man so you can take your place at your man’s feet as you ought to be. I have served your father faithfully for twenty-five years, Katie, as my mother has done for my father for twenty-five more than that. How many of your friend’s parents are divorced, Katie? Versus how many of your cousins, aunts, and uncles are? Divorce is rare in our family compared to the rest of the world, Katie. So rare as to be almost non-existent. Delinquency, alcoholism, drug addiction and law-breaking are rarer still. Can the families of any of your friends say the same?

“No, my daughter, your father’s family’s methods speak for themselves, and I will not have you disparage him. So, Miss Katie Ashley Shephard, I repeat, I do know better, don’t I?”

Sobbing, I bitterly said, “You and Dad went away for my birthday, Mom. You forgot when it was, as you always do. On the nights of their respective eighteenth birthdays, Dad took Erica and Irene to dinner in a limousine and brought them home after a sumptuous meal. Then he took them to your marital bed and made love to them as you watched and helped, ensuring they knew they were loved and supported when they were made women.

“For the third year in a row, you forgot when my birthday was, Mom. And you and Dad took a trip to Germany. So I took things into my own hands, literally, I guess, and made love with the man I want to be my husband forever. I’m on the pill, which you know because you took me to the doctor to have them prescribed, hoping to ensure no accidents happened. So if I’m pregnant, I guess I’m just one of the lucky ones.”

“We will speak no more about this, Miss Katie, until I’ve gotten a pregnancy test kit,” my mother said haughtily. “You’d better pray that it comes back negative, Katie. Because if you’re pregnant, there will be hell to pay from your father.”

And, of course, we all know what happened next! However, I will categorically state that I have no complaints or regrets about how my life with Sean has turned out. And I would not change one single thing up to the time this narrative began.

The above took ages for you to read and even for me to write, but it passed through my mind in a flash.

I thought about what to tell my daughter about the night her father deflowered me but decided that a simple description of what happened and why would cover what she wanted to know.

When I finished that tale, Kristy sat up and said, “Well, that wasn’t anything like I imagined, Mom! It wasn’t horrid as some of my friends have described, but neither was it sweet and loving as I imagined it would be. In fact, it was almost clinical. It was like you made a conscious decision to lose your virginity to piss Poppa off, and Dad was a convenient hard cock to use to do it.

“You’re right, Kristy. That’s precisely why I did it. That was the first and only time I deliberately disobeyed your grandfather. However, I’d fancied your Dad since third grade, and he really was the man I wanted, still want, to be married to for the rest of my life. So, although getting pregnant by him caused much short-term angst, it turned out as romantically as you dreamed because your father has fancied me for as long as I have him.”

Kristy smiled against my breast as she thought about what I’d said, but then she turned her head and suckled my nipple as she stroked and twisted the other more firmly.

My pussy instantly reacted by flooding pussy juice, but I forced my hand between her lips and my breasts and pointed out, “Your brother’s home. Given he’s likely to come barging in here at any time, it’s probably better we don’t begin something he might catch us doing.”

“Spoilsport,” Kristy giggled as she got up and put her clothes back on.

I woke up on Wednesday morning surprisingly calm. I ate a leisurely breakfast, tidied and dusted, and then, nearing my appointment time, dressed appropriately for a lunch date with the girls, and drove to East Brisbane in time for my appointment. Strangely, although Liz closed and locked the door and shuttered the blinds, I didn’t feel nervous.

Once the blinds were closed, Liz turned and then, smiling at me, dropped her black maxi dress to the floor, revealing that she was gloriously naked underneath it. Holding her hand out, Liz smiled again and said, “Edgar’s waiting for you, Katie. Shall we meet him in his office?”

Nonplussed but still serene, I took her hand and glided with her to Edgar’s clinic room. When Liz opened the door, I saw the room was darkened, with only flickering candles lighting the room. I could smell incense burning and a soft undertone of potpourri.

Still strangely unfazed by the situation, I moved smoothly into the room and crossed to the couch, where I reclined on my right side, leaning on my elbow and smiling at Edgar.

“Good to see you again, Katie,” Edgar said. “How have the cravings been?”

“During the day, Edgar,” I almost hummed, feeling the heat rising in my pussy. “No problems at all. Even at night, I don’t feel any urge to smoke. But first thing every morning, I wake up desperate for a fag.”

Edgar waited for Liz to kneel before me and offer grapes and a glass of red wine. Then he said, “And did you light up, or were you able to manage the craving and abstain?”

“The first morning,” I replied after absently accepting the glass and sipping. “I lit up, but then I endured a terrifying flashback of our previous session and quickly stubbed it out.”

“The vision was terrifying, Katie? Or do you mean that it was terrifying that you could not stop the flashback?” Edgar asked.

“The latter, Edgar,” I clarified after allowing Liz to place a peeled grape into my mouth.

“So, to ensure I have the facts correct, you’re saying that in the four weeks that you have been coming to see me to cure your nicotine addiction, you have smoked half a cigarette only on two occasions and lit one up before putting stubbing it out without taking even one drag?”

“That’s right, Edgar,” I replied, accepting another grape.

“That’s an impressive recovery, Katie. Don’t you think? A tribute to my practices and your willingness to allow my suggestions to implant as deeply as they have.”

Liz knelt before me, expectantly wanting a kiss, and I couldn’t see why not, so I cupped her head with my palm and kissed her small, plump lips. After that kiss, I decided I liked it and kissed her again. That kiss deepened into a succulent French kiss, and the heat in my nether regions grew exponentially.

Edgar chuckled, “As much as it amuses me to see sworn enemies making passionate love, I still have to complete Katie’s addiction treatment. Liz, if you don’t mind, kneel back on the floor until I say you can move, please.”

Liz moved apart from me, and Edgar took out his pendant and set it swinging. He intoned, “Watch the swinging pendant, Katie. You feel your body growing heavy. You’re tired, so tired that you can’t keep your eyes open, and listening only to my voice, you… sleep.”

I drifted for an unknown time until I heard Edgar saying, “You will remain in your hypnotic trance, Katie. But you will hear and see what you and I are saying and doing. You will be able to respond verbally to any and all questions. Do you understand what I want, Katie?”

“Yes,” I monotonically answered.

“Tell me about your flashbacks, Katie.” I explained the various episodes I’d experienced. “Have you divined the purpose of these flashbacks yet?” Edgar asked. “I didn’t realise they had a purpose,” I replied. “I thought they were simply remembered events.” “You disappoint me, Katie,” Edgar sighed. “Now you know the flickered images serve a purpose. Can you divine their purpose?”

I thought about it and had another ‘lightbulb moment’. “They show me that I am free to love and make love as I see fit, not as my father and husband have made me.

“Very good, Katie,” Edgar smiled. “What else?”

“That I’m not only a submissive slut but can be a dominant Mistress, too.”

“And why would I want to do that? After all, you were happy as you were, weren’t you?

“I often felt melancholy, Edgar,” I admitted. “Feeling like I should have done more with my life.”

“And you should have, Katie,” Edgar pointed out. “A straight-A student that never took even one uni subject? I’d call that a waste, wouldn’t you?”

“I would,” I admitted.

“Tell me why you think I wanted to change you from being solely submissive?”

“To set me free.”

“Good,” Edgar smiled. “What do you think of how I’ve set the room up today?”

“I think it feels decadently sensual, Edgar,” I replied. “That and how Liz is acting has me pretty turned on.”

“Do you think you should do something about that?” He asked.

“What do you think I should do?” I questioned.

“That is up to you, Katie,” Edgar grinned. “Do you wish to submit to Ms Donnelly again?” He placed some handcuffs and a knee-spreader bar on his desk. “Or would you like to take the dominant role and fuck her with this?” He put a strap-on harness beside the other items. The harness’ ‘cock’ had to be at least a thick eight inches long.

Standing, I shed my clothes and picked up the harness. Stepping into the straps, I eased the shorter double end into my squelchingly hot pussy and did up the straps to hold it tightly in place.

“Liz has been anticipating this event since I told her it was a possibility on Monday, Katie,” Edgar assured me. “Like you, Liz is mostly submissive but can readily switch to dominance when the need arises. She’s almost literally dripping pussy juices because she’s wanted you to do this to her since you first came to the clinic. Therefore, there’s no need for you to be gentle, Katie. Hold your big cock in your hand, shove it in this slut’s cunt, and make her yours.”

“Kneel on the couch, slut,” I demanded of Liz. “Spread your knees as wide as possible and prepare to receive your Mistress’ cock.”

However, even as tall as I am and with Liz kneeling, I couldn’t reach her dripping pussy with my ‘cock’. I growled at her to kneel on the floor with her overly generous watermelon breasts resting on the couch. Then grateful for the many squats Patrick has made me do, I bent my knees, positioned my ‘cock’ at her entrance and pushed its glans inside her. Moving my hands to her hips, I snarled, “Take this, slut!” and pulled her pussy back towards me as I ripped my hips forward, viciously shoving my ‘big cock’ into her soaking pussy.

“Oomph,” Liz grunted as my pelvis hit her toned ass. I pulled all but the glans out of her slippery pu… “cunt”, I told myself firmly. I pulled all but the glans out of her slippery cunt, smacked her ass and jammed back in again. “Oomph,” Liz grunted as my pelvis slammed against her. Then, “Oomph! Oomph! Oomph!” Each ‘oomph’ was interspersed with a loud smack as I alternated stinging slaps on either side of her bottom.

Hearing Liz panting, moaning and groaning as I pounded her wet cunt had me hotter than a metre from Hades’ furnaces. The best part was that every time I slammed into her, the double end of my ‘cock’ was forced deep into my pussy, and the crown that prevented it from entering me too far instead of pushing into Liz, pressed deliciously against my clitoris. Then, as I pulled out of Liz’s grasping cunt, the end inside me slid back, too, creating a seductive, sensual feeling of being fucked as I fucked Liz.

“Gawd, yes, Mistress Katie Slut, fuck this whore like the piece of cunt meat she is,” Liz implored.

The strange juxtaposition of Mistress and Slut sent contradicting, swirling signals to my already overloaded synapses, and I screamed as I orgasmed. At the same time, I fucked Liz’s hot, tight cunt harder and smacked her tight buns viciously, and her climax scream competed with mine for vocal ascendency.

After Liz stopped bucking under my thrusting cock, I staggered around her and collapsed on the couch. Liz stayed bent over the couch, idly playing with her now gaping pussy as she stared at me, smiling. “I knew you could do it, Katie. I knew you had it in you to be a true switch. You can now be what your lover needs you to be instead of always submitting to their whims. Practice your domination, Katie. Use it whenever you can, and you’ll find your life is so much fuller and richer, and maybe you can begin using your intelligence instead of being a rich man’s flutter piece.

Liz moved and helped me out of the harness, and then she pulled my hips to the edge of the couch and pushed my knees apart. Leaning forward, she lapped at my flooding pussy and flicked my clit with her tongue. I experienced another petite orgasm before I heard Edgar’s commanding voice say, “And, sleep, Katie.” and I drifted away.

I awoke to see Edgar and Liz casually chatting while waiting for me to arise from my trance. Feeling calm and proud of myself, I walked across to Liz, kissed her surprised lips and said, “Thank you for my second orgasm, honey. If you’d like to play away from your work, give me a call because I’d like to explore dominating you more.”

I put my hand out towards Edgar, “Edgar, your methods will put you in jail, but I will admit that they have done wondrous things for me. I will call you if my nicotine cravings return, but for now, even your planted suggestions in my psyche will not make me return unless I decide to.”

Edgar smiled and replied, “I told you from the beginning, Katie, that I could not ‘make’ you do anything you did not want to do. You returned because you needed what my secretary and I could do for you, and you knew it. Go with my blessing, and if there’s anything else I can help you with, please don’t hesitate to call. And don’t forget to give me a five-star rating on Google!”

Casually putting my dress on, I walked out to my car and went home.

The rest of the day was uneventful, although I did corner Johnny and ask what had him so excited a couple of days ago that he barged into my room without knocking and caught me with Juana.

He told me that the meeting with The Lions coaching staff had gone well, but they thought his future lay in developing his ruck skills and only going forward to rest. Which meant he had to bulk up and improve his aerial work to be better under the high ball. When Johnny asked, the coaches said they were prepared to put as much work in with him as he was prepared to put into himself. So, with a clear path forward, my son felt his chances of being re-signed at the season’s end had improved markedly.

That made my son happy, which, of course, made me happy.

Thursday and Friday passed uneventfully. Kristy and I remained discreet and hadn’t experimented further. But after visiting Edgar’s clinic for my final appointment, I wanted to experiment with a few things. First, I wanted to get Juana over again and practice playing Mistress. Then I needed to decide if I would finally seduce my best friend, Cath. And if I would, how would I do it, and what things did I want her to experience?

Thinking about what I wanted to do with those two women, once again, had me worried that I was turning into a ‘big old dyke’ as my daughter had so grossly described it, so I was determined to let my son take me the first time he showed an interest. Unfortunately, he seemed more interested in playing with Gina, Jennifer and Charmaine than me. Not that I could blame him. Three nubile teenagers, all willing to have sex together as well as with him –who wouldn’t prefer that over one-on-one sex with his aging mother?

Saturday came, and surprisingly, Kristy asked if she could go with me to watch her brother play. I asked her why because she rarely attended his games any more. She explained that she wanted to support him in his fight to remain a listed Lions player.

Dressing warmly, we headed to Southport (another team called The Sharks) to watch Johnny play. The Lions won again, but although I thought he played better than he did against Redlands, my son was still mostly ineffectual in the ruck, and when playing up forward, Johnny missed all three set shots he had for goal. Two of them missed everything, resulting in no score.

Trying to maintain a confident demeanour, I waited for my son to exit the changeroom. Unfortunately, Johnny realised he hadn’t done anything to improve his chances of remaining listed and seemed despondent.

Not knowing how to cheer him up or what to say to make him feel better, I tried a hoary cliché, “Buck up, boyo,” I chirped. “There’s always next week’s game!”

“Not if I keep playing like crap, there won’t be,” Johnny said discouragedly. “Maybe I should give it up and concentrate on my photography.”

With my eyes flashing, I took my son’s hand and made him face me. Then I snarled, “Thomas Peter Muggleton, you will quit this whining, self-piteous snivelling immediately! Or so help me, I will put you over my knee right now and whale the tar out of your backside. You are not a quitter! And you will not even consider a career change until you have done all you can do to be re-signed. You have dreamed of being an AFL player since you first began playing at only five years old, and I will not let you walk away without even a fight!

“You’ve had a recent growth spurt, and it’s taking your body time to grow the extra muscle you need for proper coordination. Plus, you’re playing an entirely new position, and that takes time to adjust to. So, lift your head and look to the skies, not at the ground ten centimetres ahead of you. Dream big, plan well, train, practice, and try hard, and you never know what might happen!”

I don’t know who was more shocked by my vehement public chastisement of my son –Johnny, Kristy or myself. But I did notice Johnny’s coach smiling and giving me a thumbs up as he walked past my son’s back.

Johnny stared at me for what seemed like a long time as Kristy held her breath, waiting for her brother to explode. Then he looked bashfully at the ground, and a little smile played over his lips. “You know, Mom? You’re pretty hot when you’re all fired up!”

Well, how on earth was I supposed to respond to that? I didn’t. Instead, I huffed, then asked, “Are you coming home tonight?”

Johnny grinned and said, “Nah. I’ve got a hot date in bubbling water with Gina and friends.”

Of course, I wouldn’t mind that date, too, so I couldn’t blame him for choosing that over coming home. But I couldn’t resist pretending to be disappointed he wouldn’t be home, so I tartly said, “Well, if your girlfriend and her loose friends mean more to you than your family, go right ahead and stay away.”

I think Johnny believed I was serious for a second, but then he saw the tease in my eyes and grinned, “Aww, Mom. You just want to be next to naked with Charmaine and Jennifer again, and you’re jealous!”

Scandalised, Kristy said, “What do you mean ‘next to naked’? And who the heck are Charmaine and Jennifer? And when did this ‘naked with’ event happen?”

“No one who matters, and never you mind!” I said primly, snugging my coat tightly around me. “Kristy, are we going to stand here in the cold all day, or are we going home?”

On the way home, my mind kept supplying me with salacious images of Gina, Jennifer and Charmaine and some of the things I’d done in and around Gina’s parent’s hot tub, and I became almost unbearably aroused. Then, as we got about halfway home, I spotted a new adult store in the shopping complex we were passing. On an impulse, I turned around and parked outside the venue.

Kristy looked at me, mystified and asked, “Mom? What are we doing?”

“I’ve never been inside an adult store before, have you?” Kristy shook her head. “Let’s go and have a look then,” I suggested enthusiastically.

My latest episode with Liz Donnelly gave me some ideas about what I wanted to do with Juana and perhaps Cath when I saw them next.

“It’s a sex store!” Kristy hissed. “Do you really want to go in there?”

“Yeah. Why not?” I giggled, getting out of the car.

Kristy hesitatingly followed me, so when she got close, I took her hand and dragged her after me into the store. Entering, I saw the counter to our right and instantly recognised the hefty Asian girl with the enormous bosom behind it.

“Betty!” I gasped.

“Oh, hello, it’s you,” Betty inanely said as she blushed embarrassedly.

Kristy tugged on my hand, dragged me away from the counter, and suspiciously asked, “How do you know that fat girl?”

“We were chatting at the station when we were both waiting for a train,” I replied before remembering that Kristy didn’t know anything about my night with Frank at the sex club.

“When did you ever last catch a train?” Kristy wonderingly asked. “You’ve always said you never get on public transport because you get groped every time you do.”

“Let’s not worry about that at the moment,” I said, trying to put Kristy off her enquiries.

Looking around and seeing that we stood in the sexy lingerie section, Kristy agreed, but her intonation meant I’d be grilled further about it when we got home.

Picking up a bra and panty set, Kristy pointed out the gap for a woman’s nipples and that it was crotchless. Scandalised, she said, “Why would anyone wear something like this?”

Feeling naughty and wanting to tease her, I giggled, “To titillate their father.”

Kristy looked at me, shocked, then realising I was teasing, she giggled and replied, “I don’t know if it would titillate him or shock him into a heart attack!”

Blushing and wondering if I was committing to too much, I whispered, “There’s a really nice lacy pink one right there next to the one you’re touching. Why don’t you take it and try it on? If it fits, I’ll buy it for you.”

Scandalised, Kristy blushed deeper than me and whispered back, “I couldn’t wear something like that!”

“Okay, I will then,” I replied in my normal voice, picking out the one further back with a bigger cup size.

“No, you don’t,” my daughter hissed, snatching the set out of my hand and putting it back. “If you pay for it, I’ll have this.”

Deciding I’d already committed myself to letting her wear it before her father, I took the bigger cupped set off the rack again. “Maybe we could both wear one for your father to see.”

“Oh, wow, Mom! That would be so hot,” Kristy breathlessly said. “So you’ve decided to help me seduce Dad?”

I grinned, “No. I’ve decided to let you titillate him by wearing nipple-less and crotchless underwear where he can see.”

“You’re so mean,” Kristy huffed before taking my hand and dragging me across to Betty. “I’d like to try these on,” she stated. “And how do you know my mother?”

Glancing quickly at me, Betty blushed and replied, “We were waiting for the same train and got to talking, that’s all.”

“That’s no reason for you to be embarrassed about Mom seeing you again,” my daughter said shrewdly. “Something else happened. I know it. What was it? Why was Mom even at the station? She never uses public transport.”

Betty gathered her courage, folded her arms under her ample bosom, and, as much as a shorter woman can stare haughtily down at a taller one, stated, “I have no idea why your mother was at the station. Nor could I care less. But she was there when I was, and whilst we were there, we chatted. Now the changeroom is there on the left. Please leave your underwear on when trying the garment.”

Glaring at us both, Kristy stomped to the changeroom, snatched the door open and stepped inside. I looked at Betty, shrugged, mouthed, ‘Teenagers,’ and walked to where my daughter was.

Opening the door a sliver, I peeked in to see Kristy had ignored Betty’s instruction to keep her underwear on and was naked. Marvelling at my daughter’s lusciously curvy figure as she put the garments on, I fought against that familiar tingle and tried to remain calm. But when Kristy turned to face me, and I saw her puffy taupe-coloured nipples and her thick clitoris playing peek-a-boo through her bra and panty set, the tingle skipped immediately to wet heat in my pussy.

Looking over my shoulder, I saw that Betty was involved in talking to a couple about various vibrators and dildos and slipped inside the changeroom. Pressing my body against Kristy’s nearly naked one, I kissed her wide, pouting lips and found her thick clit with my fingers. Then, letting my fingers slide along her pussy lips, I swirled them around her entrance as I thumbed her love button.

Kristy froze as my fingers slid onto her pussy, but when she felt my thumb on her clit, she moaned into my mouth and lifted her hips to meet my descending fingers. Working swiftly to bring my daughter to a climax, I touched my tongue to the corner of her mouth and lightly brushed across her lips. Simultaneously, I took her exposed nipple between my thumb and forefinger and squeezed and twisted it firmly before pulling it away from her body.

“Ohhh, Gawd, Mom,” my daughter moaned as a gentle orgasm caused her to shudder on my fingers.

Bringing her fingers to my mouth to savour her warm, sticky essence, I smelt them and then licked them clean. Then kissing Kristy briefly again, I slipped back out the door. Betty was still chatting with the couple, explaining the benefits of this vibrator over that, so I crept closer to listen.

As I listened, I learned that the guy was submissive to the woman and wanted her to peg him. I wasn’t sure what that was, but from what Betty described and the things she held up, I figured out that being pegged was when the woman fucked the guy in the ass with a strap-on. I wanted to purchase a strap-on to use on Juana and perhaps my friend Cath. It was the primary reason I’d ducked into here on our way home. So, I listened intently as Betty explained each harness type’s benefits and associated problems.

The couple eventually decided on two separate things, a Fetish Fantasy deluxe vibrating double penetration strap-on dildo with a black harness and a We-Vibe Touch X clitoral stimulator. I mentally noted the items because I thought they’d suit my needs, too. The clitoral stimulator was worn under the harness to provide simultaneous clit stimulation to the strap-on’s G-spot vibrating double end.

Kristy found me wandering through the X-rated DVD section, idly looking at the movies. As I browsed, I briefly wondered what my life would have been like if I’d taken the modelling agent’s advice and become a porn movie actress. Of course, the first thing that would have happened would be my father disowning me as soon as he discovered what I was. However, looking at the covers, I thought I was better looking than any of the featured models, and my lush assets were naturally bigger and better than most of the augmented ones on display.

“What’s behind there, do you think?” Kristy asked as she pointed to a curtained-off area and added her bra and panty set to the one I held.

“Behind the curtain are our movie rooms, Ladies,” Betty said, having completed the couple’s sale. Movie rooms? I wonderingly asked. ‘Yes,” Betty replied. “You can hire a room with a widescreen TV and numerous preloaded porn videos to watch. Then using the remote, you can select the movie you want to see, put the appropriate amount of money in the slot, and relax on the couch as you view your selection.”

“How much does it cost?” Kristy asked.

“To hire the room for twenty minutes, about all the average patron can last,” Betty said disparagingly. “It’s fifteen dollars, plus whatever the amount for the movie. Usually, it’s around six or seven dollars for a fifteen to twenty-minute video.”

Kristy pulled me aside and whispered, “Why don’t we rent a room? I’m as hot as after what you did earlier, and it’ll be fun to do something naughty in one of the rooms!”

Thinking what Kristy suggested sounded like fun, I readily agreed, purchased some tokens for the movie player, and rented a room for the full twenty minutes. When we pulled aside the curtain, two okay-looking men were talking desultorily in the hall, lamenting the lack of action that day.

Until we walked through the curtain and heard the men talking, I hadn’t realised that this was a sex-on-premises business as well as an adult store. I was vaguely aware that such premises existed but had no idea how they worked. But it seemed that on these premises, sexual activity between patrons was not only permitted but, in the area behind the curtain, actively encouraged. At the end of the hall were stairs leading to the second floor, with a spa, hot tub and rooms that could be used for sexual encounters.

At the bottom of the stairs, a guy manned a table and collected the nominal fee to use the upstairs area. He also handed out towels and condoms, and lube to all who asked. It was when I saw the lube that I realised that many bisexual and gay guys used this place.

The men in the hallway parted to let us through, then turned to watch as we chose a room. For some unknown reason, Kristy selected the middle room with booths on either side. When we opened the door, the men split. One entered the room to our left and the other to the right.

Locking the door, I looked around. A strong antiseptic cleaner smell that almost covered the stink of stale cum filled the room. My nose wrinkled as I inhaled the scent, and I thought, ‘Ain’t no way I’m ever coming back in here!’ Deciding we didn’t dare sit on the vinyl couch, I opened the door and retrieved two towels from the man at the table.

Spreading those out on the sofa’s seat, I sat next to the slot for the movie player and picked up the remote. After turning the TV on, I scrolled through the available clips. My daughter became fascinated by a clip showing a bisexual male pair coupled with a huge-titted black girl and asked if we could start with that one. Reading the instructions, I saw that I only needed to insert two tokens to get the movie rolling. Then, if I didn’t like it, the time I’d purchased with the tokens rolled over to the following selection.

It seemed we weren’t purchasing the movie but time instead. I inserted two coins which gave us about five minutes, and started the clip. It began with the guys getting it on together as the black woman watched and masturbated. As the guys switched to a 69, the woman inserted the largest dildo I’d ever seen into her pussy.

Kristy was watching the TV intently, but I spotted movement to our right. Staring at the corner, I blinked, not believing my eyes. A long, thick, semi-erect cock poked through a hole cut in the wall. As I watched, it was removed, and I could vaguely see movement on the other side of the wall through the hole. When the cock re-entered the room, it was close to full mast.

Fascinated, I watched the massive cock slowly deflate. Whoever it was attached to pulled back, and I saw the vague movement again before the now erect cock slid back through the hole into the room.

Looking at me curiously, Kristy turned her head to look at where I stared. Her look coincided with a period where the cock wasn’t visible. But when she opened her mouth to ask what I looked at, the hugely erect cock returned through the hole.

“Oh!” Kristy exclaimed. “What the?”

The movie forgotten, we both watched as the penis slowly wilted to half-mast again. I looked at my daughter, who shrugged. We gazed toward the hole and saw the cock presented erect again. I wanted to see more, so I slid off the sofa and moved to the corner. Before I got there, the cock disappeared. Wanting to know what was happening, I knelt in the corner. When the cock next pushed through the hole, I grasped it.

“Mom!” Kristy gasped. “What are you doing?”

“Holding some guy’s cock,” I absently replied, fascinated by the enormous girth and length of the cock I held in my delicate hand.

“I can see that!” My daughter snootily exclaimed. “I mean, why are you holding that cock?” ‘It’s huge!’ I stated. ‘Bigger than your father’s or brother’s.’ Unwittingly revealing that I’d seen her brother’s cock recently. Then I dreamily added, ‘I’m going to taste it.’

Turning my head, I opened my mouth and formed my lips into a perfect ‘O’ before wrapping them around the cock’s head and lashing its eye with my tongue. I was rewarded with a deep, guttural groan from the other side of the wall. Pleased, I worked my mouth down the enormous shaft until my lips hit my grasping hand. Leaving my lips there, I pumped the man’s shaft as I swirled my tongue around and over it as best I could, given how little room was left in my mouth.

“Gawd, Mom!” Kristy moaned from beside me. “You are being so naughty and slutty!”

I didn’t notice at the time, but that word, although I still liked it when it referred to me, no longer demanded an orgasmic response.

Looking at my daughter around the cock in my mouth, I let it out and said, “Would you like a taste?” and pointed its head towards her.

Kristy hesitantly knelt beside me and kissed the cock’s tip before taking it into her mouth. Leaning back, she said, “Different taste to Dad’s, but still nice.” and sucked it back into her mouth.

Kristy’s hand surrounded mine, so I let the enormous cock go and looked around. In the opposite corner, I spotted another cock pushed through a rectangular slot. It was much smaller than the one I’d given up to my daughter but still impressive.

Not bothering to stand, I knee-walked across the small room and took the cock in my hand. My grasping of the cock was greeted with a low groan which pleased me, so I wrapped my lips around it and sucked until my forehead hit the wall. Although the cock I held in my mouth was smaller than the one I’d given up to my daughter, it was still long enough for me to have to swallow swiftly to prevent retching as it hit and ran across my gag reflex.

After bobbing up and down on it a few times, I released it from my mouth and said to Kristy, “Try this one on for size, honey. I think you’ll find it’s easier to suck.”

“Sure, Mom,” my daughter responded. “This one’s hurting my jaw.”

It would hurt my jaw, too. But I was sure that I could bring it to fruition quickly. Besides, the precum oozing from its eye was delicious, and I was keen to taste its seed.

Kristy and I swapped over, and I was soon pumping the first cock’s enormous shaft as I slashed my tongue around its glans and across its long, wide eye.

“I’m cumming!” The man behind the hole warned.

Receiving a mouthful of delicious semen was the whole point of sucking the cock before me, so I gripped and pumped harder as I sucked as if I were trying to suck a golf ball through a garden hose.

“Gawd!” The man groaned as his cock lengthened, thickened and spat its delicious juices into my voraciously sucking mouth.

From behind me, I heard a man groan, “Fuck, bitch, you’re a talented cock sucker!” and presumed my daughter had brought her cock to fruition, too.

Wiping the cum from our lips, Kristy and I turned, looked at each other, and giggled guiltily. “We’d better complete our purchases and get out of here!” I stated firmly. “Only you and I need to know about this,” I added as embarrassment flushed my cheeks.

“Lawd, Mom,” Kristy said, blushing as deeply as I, “Like I want anyone to know that I happily sucked off a complete stranger through a glory hole!”

Pointing at the now empty circular slots, I innocently asked, “Is that what they are?”

Laughing, my daughter responded, “You know, Mom? Sometimes I wonder about your apparent naivety. But then you say something like that, and I realize you truly are an innocent.”

The two guys that had been in the rooms were standing in the hall on either side of our room’s door when we exited. I tried to push past the one to the left to return to the store, but he wouldn’t budge. “Excuse me,” I asked, but he still wouldn’t move. “Excuse me,” I said louder and tried to push past, but he held his ground and said, “You give good head, but what about your pussies? Are they as nice to be in as your slut mouths? I bet they are, and me and Stan here are going to find out!” Then he tried to push me back into the room.

“Mom!” My daughter yelped from behind me. I turned to see her desperately slapping Stan’s groping hands away from her ass.

I shudder to think what might have happened before my last session with Edgar and Liz, or even if I’d been alone, especially with the man using the ‘s’ word. However, when I saw Stan trying to grope my daughter, I saw red. Using what my father had made us practice over and over, I hit the man accosting me in his solar plexus with my palm’s heel. Then I turned and, with the same hand held rigidly flat, chopped Stan in the throat. Kristy followed that by kneeing him in the balls, and he went down clutching them and groaning.

I turned back toward my assaulter and saw Betty holding the curtain back. “That does it, Stan, Eric,” she snarled. “Get the fuck out of my store. With you two fucking arseholes doing this shit, it’s no wonder our female patrons never return. Get out, and if I ever see your sorry asses in here again, I’m calling the cops! Get out, get out now, and I really mean, get the fuck out, right this second!”

Mumbling something about ungrateful sluts, Eric helped the still whimpering Stan to his feet, and the two stumbled past Betty and out into the store.

Frowning worriedly at how we’d react, Betty asked, “You two okay? They didn’t molest or rape you or anything? Unfortunately, I forgot they were down here. Usually, they’re up the top bumming each other and whoever else will let them do it. Otherwise, I would have warned you.”

Before I could frame my response, Kristy, giggling nervously, burst out, “We gave them a blowjob each, and they wanted more. But Mom took care of that quick smart.”

I knew it was only the adrenaline rush from our near assault speaking, but I still winced at my daughter blurting out we’d given two strangers blowjobs. Nobody but us and, I guess, Stan and Eric needed to know about that!

“I’m glad someone finally took those two arseholes to task,” Betty stated emphatically. “The others they’ve tried it with all ran away without putting in a complaint. I don’t think they ever got a woman to follow through and fuck them, but they never stop trying.”

Betty moved aside so we get enter the store. I guess she thought we’d leave immediately, so she was a little slow to follow me back to the vibrator section. Blushing embarrassedly, I indicated the two items I wanted. The same ones the earlier couple bought. Kristy stared at me goggle-eyed but blessedly remained silent as I listened to Betty’s suggestions and bought two more dildos of varying lengths and widths to use in the harness as well as some lube and cleaner.

Paying for my bounty, I said goodbye to Betty and walked to my car. I went to put the shopping bag in the backseat, but Kristy grabbed it and wouldn’t give it up. Shrugging, I started the car and drove us home.

Kristy remained silent until we got home and went up to my room. Then sitting cross-legged on my bed, she dumped the bag’s contents out. Separating the harness and its two extra ‘cocks’ from the rest, she put them aside and gestured at them, “I get what these are for, Mom,” she said. “But who are you going to use them on? It’s not me, as I’m still a virgin. I doubt Dad will let you use it on him, so who? Johnny says you were ‘entertaining’ a female friend when he came home the other day. Are you planning on screwing her with this?” She held the strap-on up.

When I didn’t respond, she held the clitoral stimulator up and said, “I know what the other is, but what the heck is this? What does it do?”

Giggling, I said, “Here, I’ll show you.” I put the batteries in the remote, then told Kristy to strip to her underwear. She did, and I slid the vibrator inside then and positioned it over her entrance, slit and clit and then snugged her panties into place. Picking up the stimulator’s remote, I turned it to its lowest setting and switched it on.

Kristy’s hands flew to her full C-cups, and she pinched her nipples, “Oh!” She yipped as the vibrator sent low-grade pulses of pleasure onto her clit and into her pussy. Turning the stimulator higher caused my daughter to climb onto the bed and lie back with her knees up and spread. “Ohhh,” she sighed as she kneaded and tweaked her lusciously big breasts.

A few more notches higher, and Kristy moaned continuously as her hips undulated up at the vibrations as if to meet her lover’s thrusting cock. “That feels so good, Mom,” my daughter sighed as I ramped the vibrator’s intensity even higher.

I watched my daughter’s writhing body until I could stand my arousal no more. Then, dropping my maxi dress to the floor, all that I wore, I climbed between her shapely legs and leaned forward to rest on my hand. Resting on the arm I’d placed beside her shoulder, I kissed Kristy’s lushly pouting, flushed lips. Her mouth opened, and she softly moaned as she accepted my probing tongue inside.

Pushing my daughter’s hand off her left nipple, I took ownership and insistently tweaked, twisted and pulled it as I French kissed her. Then feeling her arousal swiftly peaking, I moved, kissing down my daughter’s softly curved tummy until I reached her panties.

Taking her panties elastic between my teeth, I pulled them down. Kristy felt what I was doing, helped me take her thong off, and then tossed it aside. I peeled the clit stimulator off my daughter’s soaking pussy and gazed upon her dark-pink flushed vulva, and marvelled, ‘Katie Ashley Muggleton, you are heading into no-no land. You’re going down on your daughter!’

Smiling at Kristy, I waited until she imploringly reached her hand towards me and begged, “Please, Mom. Please!”

Moving slowly and deliberately, I arched my lusciously curved bottom into the air and lowered my mouth onto my daughter’s –‘Cunt!’ My mind reminded me –cunt and kissed her labia.

“Oh, Gawd, Mom,” she moaned as her hands found my beautiful head and tried to guide me onto her clit.

Ignoring her, I kissed along her pussy lips before lapping at her entrance, delighting in the sweet nectar pooling there. My daughter smelt sweet, fresh and a tad musky as her reinvigorated arousal swamped the older fluids from our earlier adventures.

Feeling under her perineum, I daringly found my daughter’s tiny rosebud as I kissed and licked along her labia and onto her love button. Kristy bucked as I sucked her clit into my voracious mouth, and her thighs clamped shut around my ears.

Revelling in the new sensation of tonguing my daughter’s cunt, and made deaf by her clamped thighs, I didn’t hear my bedroom door open and close. The first I knew someone had joined us was when I felt strong hands on my hips, and a rampantly erect cock gliding into my soppingly wet and tight cunt.

Seeing her brother ploughing my willing furrow open, Kristy squeaked, but when I swirled my tongue over and around her thick clitoris, she accepted his presence, closed her eyes, groaned with pleasure, and orgasmed on my tongue.

As I gently kissed my daughter’s now sensitive clit, waiting for her peak to settle so I could begin driving her to a new one, I concentrated on the delightful sensation of my son thrusting into my tiny, sweet pussy. All too soon for me to cum, I felt his big cock expand in my tight pussy and my slippery insides being coated with his spend.

The exquisite sensation of his semen squirting onto my cervix was enough to topple me into a minor orgasm, but I was left unrequited. Fortunately, with the vigour of youth, Johnny only softened briefly before I felt his huge cock stiffen inside me again. Pushing me flat on his sister, my son rested on his hands and began vigorously fucking me.

Kristy kept her eyes closed, but she lifted her knees and wrapped her legs around my mid-back under my armpits and ground her pussy up at my firm breasts. Shifting under Johnny’s weight, I pushed back so I could grasp my breast and squeeze it. Then, using the increased hardness squeezing my breast tight gave me, I rubbed my nipple over my daughter’s clit.

Kristy swiftly peaked again, and she lifted into a half-crunch and watched her brother ploughing my divine furrow with her eyes wide.

Johnny was close again, and I was almost there, but I couldn’t quite make the leap into orgasmic bliss. Kristy smiled as I panted and mewled, then clasped my nipple and squeezed it before saying, “Cum for us, our sexy little Mommie slut!”

My orgasmic scream blasted Johnny into his climax, and he filled my tight cunt with his squirming sperm.

Exhausted, I collapsed onto my daughter. She lay under me, stroking my hair and face, telling me it would be okay. But I fell asleep wondering how the heck I was supposed to look at my children in the eyes, knowing that I’d let them both have me simultaneously, and they knew the other had bedded me.

The End of Part 5.

Chapter 6: Cath’s Birthday Party coming next.