Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Incest, Mother, Daughter, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, .
Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Brett lives with her 19 y.o. daughter Sunny. Their relationship has had its share of conflict, but as time goes by, they find more and more common ground. Sunny is a stripper at a local club. Brett is supportive of her daughter, but she has mixed feelings about her line of work. But when Sunny starts bringing her stripper friends home with her, Brett gets to know and like them, which changes her attitude. Mom and daughter get even closer (much closer) when they discover they share tastes in men.
Brett paid for the coffees, one for her and one for her daughter, then headed back to the table they had chosen. As she approached, she saw a familiar scene. Two men, one in a denim jacket, the other in a dark blue hoodie, whom Brett guessed were in their early to mid-twenties were standing next to the table talking to her daughter Sunny. Brett rolled her eyes slightly as she approached.
"Hello gentlemen," Brett said with chilly smile and slightly upturned eyebrows.
"Hi!" said denim jacket man enthusiastically. "Are you here with ... what was your name again?"
"Su... ," Sunny began to respond before her mother interrupted.
"She's Sunny. I'm Brett. Nice to meet you boys."
Brett sat down opposite her daughter and looked up at the the guys.
"Hi Brett," Hoodie said. "Nice to meet you... both of you! I'm..."
Brett interrupted again.
"Let me guess, you're about 25? And you..." She glanced at Denim. "I'm guess you're around the same age?" Denim smiled and tried to speak, but Brett jumped in ahead once more. "Sunny is 19. Oh, and by the way, she usually doesn't call me Brett. She prefers to call me Mom. Get it?"
Both Denim and Hoodie looked surprised. Then Hoodie flashed a big smile and replied.
"Really? You're not like, sisters? Well, that's cool! We can work with that, huh?"
Brett rolled her eyes again, quite dramatically this time. Sunny tried again to offer a comment, without success.
"We're not working with anything, Guys. Take a walk, O.K.?"
Hoodie and Denim paused for a second before slinking away. Finally, Sunny was able to get a word in.
"Thanks, Mom. Those guys were cute, in case you didn't notice!"
"And? I'm not interested in picking up guys in a coffee shop, while I'm with my daughter."
"You don't pick-up guys in coffee shops?"
"I ... Fine, I have met a few guys in coffee shops. But not while I'm with you."
"Why not? Like I said, those guys were very cute, Mom."
"Again ... And? What did you think, that we'd take them home together and ... Yeah, get serious, Sunny. Of course, I guess you could invite them to see you at work. Did you get a chance to tell them what you do?"
"No. I didn't get a chance to tell them anything before you came and chased them off. And besides, you should be flattered. They thought you were my sister."
"You know, Honey, I didn't come here to argue with you. I just thought maybe we could hang-out for a while ... just spend some time together. And I'm sorry, but the plan didn't include picking-up guys." Brett paused to think. "And they didn't think I was your sister! That was bull."
"Fine, Mom ... fine. I didn't come here to argue either. But those guys weren't bullshitting about that. Lots of people think we're sisters. Anyway, I don't really understand why we need to make such a big deal out of hanging out. We live together, you know."
Brett shook her head briefly, silently indicating her disagreement about Denim and Hoodie thinking she and Sunny were sisters. At the same time, Brett knew it wasn't outside the realm of possibility that people would think that. But she thought it would be totally vain of her to admit it.
"We do live in the same house, Sunny. Big deal. I almost never see you. Most of the time, when I get up, you're usually asleep, and when I get home, you're already gone to work."
"I know, I know. Those are my hours, Mom. Not much I can do about it."
"I'm aware that those are your hours. It's just that..."
"Mom, don't even start about my job. Please? If you want to hang out, let's hang out. Forget what I said. I won't say anymore about those cute guys that you ran off, and we don't talk about my job. O.K.?"
"O.K., I guess that's fair. But Honey, you know I'll never pass judgment on you, for your job or anything you do. I'm no one to be passing judgment on anyone."
"I know, Mom. Thanks. Besides, Dad judges me plenty for the both of you."
The women spent the rest of their time together in relative harmony.
That night, Brett went to bed at her normal time. As usual, Sunny was at work. Brett thought briefly about what her daughter might be up to at that very moment. But she soon dismissed any further speculations about that. While it was true that she did not judge Sunny, and that she respected her to make-up her own mind, she couldn't help but be concerned about her daughter's choice of employment opportunities at her young age.
What then crept back into Brett's mind were the guys she and Sunny had met at the coffee shop earlier that day. Although she hadn't acknowledged it to her daughter, the attractiveness of the men had not escaped Brett ... not one bit.
"They were both pretty damned cute," she whispered to herself.
Brett allowed her mind to drift to an imaginary scene in which the guys from the coffee shop showed up at her door. She didn't know either of their names, but they were fantasy guys, so who cared anyway?
"What are you guys doing here?" Brett imagined asking the guys, who were on her doorstep.
"Hi!" Hoodie replied. "I hope you don't mind us dropping by."
"Not, but how did you find me?"
"Well, your daughter gave us your address and said it was O.K. if we came by sometime. Is she here?"
"Um ... no, she's at work. But, you can come in if you want."
"We really wanted to see you anyway," Hoodie said.
"You did? Really?"
"Absolutely," Denim said with a sly smile. "I mean, your daughter ... Sunny was her name?" Brett nodded. "Yeah, I mean, she's really hot and all, but..."
"But we wanted you," Hoodie added. "Like, a lot."
Brett lay in her bed, her hands venturing across her body, giving light touches and squeezes wherever they felt the urge. She had been under stress in several areas of her life in recent weeks, so she felt the need to really be taken away for a while. With that i mind, as one hand grasped one of her breasts, and the other slid between her legs, Brett imagined Hoodie picking her up and carrying her up the stairs to her bedroom, with Denim following close behind.
When her imaginary men got her to her room, Brett pictured Hoodie tossing her easily onto her bed as he began to unbuckle his belt.
"I've wanted this in your mouth ever since this morning," he said as he took his penis out of his briefs. "I want you on your knees, Brett."
In Brett's mind she saw herself following Hoodie's orders without a word. She slid off of her bed and knelt down in front of him. Meanwhile she saw Denim removing his clothes. Within a flash, all three of them were naked. Brett placed her hands on Hoodie's hips and pulled him closer to her. She opened her mouth and took the head of his cock inside.
"Ohhhh Man! You have a beautiful mouth, Brett. I knew my dick would feel so good inside it! Ohhh, suck me, suck me, suck me..."
Brett's pussy was already wet. She put a finger in, while at the same time putting two fingers into her mouth, imaging it was Hoodie's firm prick she was licking and sucking. She saw herself turn her eyes toward Denim as she heard him speak.
"We're gonna fuck you silly, Brett," he said as he stroked his cock and looked right at her. "We've been talking about it all day."
"MMmmmmm," Brett moaned as she sucked her fingers and diddled her clit. "Mmmmm ... mm-hmm."
Hoodie's penis, as Brett imagined it, was longer than any she had ever come in contact with in real life. She knew it was far too big for her to swallow, but since she was in the throes of fantasy, she had no trouble deepthroating the throbbing pole, as a free hand began working Denim's meat as well. In a moment it his cock was just as big as Hoodie's.
"Your turn," Brett whispered as she saw herself letting Hoodie slip out of her mouth, before she slid Denim's all the way down her throat in one fluid motion.
"Ohhhhh, yyyyeahhhhh!" he moaned. "Fuck Brett, that feels sooooo good!"
After Brett sucked on Denim's cock for a while, she knew for certain what she needed next. Her fantasy lovers of course, could read her mind.
"Are you ready to get fucked good and hard?" Hoodie asked.
"Oh fuck yes. I need this inside me," she imagined herself replying.
Picturing Denim's generous erection, Brett reached for a toy she had pulled out of her nightstand. The long phallus was soon in her mouth, getting ready for its next desination. When it was wet enough to match the lubrication of her cunt, Brett brought the toy between her legs.
"Come on, come on, come on!" Brett whispered urgently. "Give me that fucking thingoooohhhhh ... yyyyeeeeaaahhhhh."
She had pushed the dildo halfway into her pussy in one thrust, then pulled it back, then pushed it in all the way.
"You like that, Baby?" Denim asked. "You like a big fucking cock in your cunt?"
"OOohhhhhhh yessss, yesssss, I fucking love it in my cunt!"
Brett plunged the toy harder and harder into herself, as her free hand massaged her backside. Eventually her hand slid in between her cheeks. She wetted her finger from the juices that were flowing freely from her highly stimulated vagina, then began wiggling the tip around her pucker.
"You like that, Brett?" Hoodie asked. "You like to have your asshole played with?"
"Oh fuck yes!" Brett said to herself with a brief gasp.
Her hand ran under the covers and found a second toy she had brought into her bed, this one smaller than the first. She put it in her mouth to wet it as she had the first, then slid it down her ass crack.
"Are you gonna put that in me?" Brett whispered. "Are you gonna fuck me in the ass while your friend fucks my slut pussy?"
"Is that what you want, Baby?" Hoodie asked.
"Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yyyeeeaaahhh ... Please give it to me. Please, please fuck my asshoooooooooooole!"
Brett had slowed the pumping of the toy in her pussy as the other got pushed up her butt. It went in an inch, then back out, then in a little more, then back out. She put the first toy all the way in and pressed it against her cervix as she put more pressure on the one in her ass. Soon both were fully penetrating her and she began moving each slowly in and out at the same speed.
"OOOOHHHHHHH!" Brett grunted loudly, knowing she was alone in the house. "Fuck! Fuck! Ohh yeah fuck me! Come on! Come on! Fuck! Give it to me! Fuck me!"
Brett worked both holes rhythmically as she pictured the penises of her two fantasy men giving her what she wanted. She imagined the intensity on their faces as they fucked her long and hard. When she could take no more, she put both toys in as far as she could, clenched her legs to hold the one in her pussy in place, and began rubbing her clit furiously.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck I'm gonna fucking cum! Ohhhhhhhoooooooooooo!"
Brett moaned, screamed a little, grunted loudly and even laughed as she let herself feel the explosion of an incredibly deep orgasm ravaging her body. Once her orgasm was in full swing, she stopped diddling her clit, preferring to hold her hand in still along with the young men's hard dicks, in reality her 2 toys, as her pussy and asshole clenched and unclenched with a vengeance.
Finally, after letting all of her heaving and contracting subside completely, Brett slid the toys out of her dripping wet holes. She lay on her back, totally spent, wishing she could just fall right asleep, but knowing she would be better off making her way to the bathroom before crawling back into bed for the night. As she prepared to pull herself out of bed, Brett imagined putting closure on her romp with Denim and Hoodie.
"Fuckin' A!" Denim exclaimed. "Brett, Honey, that was amazing!"
"Hell yes!" Hoodie added. "Fuck Baby, I don't know when I've cum that hard!"
"Thanks Guys," Brett imagined herself saying as she pictured the young men walking naked to her bedroom door.
"You wanna do this again sometime?" Denim asked before exiting.
"Yeah, I think we can arrange that," Brett replied. "I think I can handle it."
"How about if Sunny joins us next time?" she imagined Hoodie saying.
"I don't think that's a step I wanna take," Brett said. "Come on, she's my daughter. Are you kidding me?"
"Then why are you even thinking about her right now, after you just came like a fucking volcano?" Denim asked. "You're the one who's thinking about Sunny, you know."
"Oh shit!" Brett whispered as her eyes popped open. "Why the hell am I thinking about Sunny? What's my problem?"
At that exact time, while Brett was thinking of her daughter, Sunny had no thoughts of her mother. She was sharing the attention of 2 men, but they were not the same ones she and her mother had seen in the coffee shop that day, nor were they at all close to being in their 20s.
Sunny was flashing her million dollar smile and dropping her bra to the stage floor as 2 men who were likely older than her own father were each slipping a five dollar bill into her garter.
"Table dance!" one of the men mouthed as he pointed over his shoulder.
The other man, eyes wide, nodded enthusiastically and gave Sunny a thumbs up.
"O.K.! No problem!" Sunny said to the men, trying in vain to be heard over the loud music pounding in the club.
She then turned around and reached for her ankles, leaving the men to admire her perfect ass, clad only in a bright red thong.