Part 2

The next day, I got home from uni before Mum got home from work. I took a shower and dressed in my lingerie, hoping to help settle Mum’s nerves. I expected her to be nervous when she got home, and she was. “Wow, don’t you look hot? I can see why the guys want to screw you all night long; you are so gorgeous. I’m surprised some guy hasn’t got you living with him.”

“Thanks, Mum. I’ve had on offer. But let’s get you showered, and then you can shave your muff to a small patch or landing strip like mine. Chris loves them. Can I get you a wine to help settle your nerves?”

“Oh, yes, please, and make it a big one. I’m so nervous my tummy is doing cartwheels.”

Mum took a shower, and then I heard her in the bedroom. She was bent at the waist, rolling on her stocking as I entered the room, and I lightly caressed her arse cheek, making her jump. “Mmmm, Mum. Chris is going to like what he sees. You’ve still got it. You look fantastic,” then I gave her the glass of wine.

“You think so? Do my boobs sag too much, and how about my butt. Is it too big?”

“Mum, drink your wine and stop worrying. You’ll knock his socks off. You look great.”

After Mum had finished dressing and finishing her wine, I got her another, and then we stood side by side, looking at one another in the mirror. We looked fantastic. Two peas from the same pod. Two sluts dressed to thrill.

Bang on eight, there was a knock at the door, we both went to answer and when we opened it, Chris said, “Wow, wow, fucking wow. You two look stunning, more like sisters than Mum and daughter.” As he lustfully looked us up and down.

“Thank you, please come in,” I said. “Chris, this is Mum, Abigail Bishop. Mum, please meet Chris Flynn.

Chris leaned into Mum and kissed her while grabbing her arse cheeks and squeezing them.

“Chris, what do you think? Do I pass the test?” Mum eagerly asked.

“You’re a knockout, and I love your postage stamp pubes. Tits sag a bit but look good, but I want you to prove to me you’re a good cocksucker.”

“Would you like me under the table while I suck you off, or would you like me elsewhere?”

“Under the table like you will be on the night.”

Mum got under the table. Chris lowered his pants and jocks down to his ankles, and she quickly took hold of his rapidly hardening cock.

“Kylie, come and stand next to me,” Chris said.

I looked at Mum as she licked around Chris’s glans while she pumped his shaft. As soon I was next to Chris, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me tightly against him. I dropped my head, and we kissed passionately, open-mouthed noisily. He firmly gripped my boob with his left hand, squeezing it before rolling my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rubbing my pussy with his right as our tongues duelled.

Mum was making plenty of noise as she sucked his cock, and the sound’s she made turned me on; even though I couldn’t see, it was so erotic thinking about and hearing what was happening. Mum and daughter, pleasuring a guy, making my pussy ooze with my secretions.

Chris put two fingers up my muff and began to finger me, occasionally rubbing my G-spot. He groaned into my mouth before he broke the kiss, and I looked down to see Mum had taken him to the root. Her nose was in his pubic hair, drool running from her mouth and covering his balls. Oh, that looked so fucking awesome seeing Mum deep-throat him.

Chris put his hand behind Mum’s head as he started to buck his hips, forcing his cock as deep as he could. Mum pulled back and removed his knob. I saw it, wavering covered in saliva, as more drool ran from Mum’s mouth, covering her boobs, and after a couple of breaths, she once again deep-throated him.

I bent my legs and flexed my hips against his hand, wanting more. I was close, and I guessed so was Chris. He flexed as his body went rigid while he thrust his cock down Mum’s throat yet again and yelled as he shot his baby batter into Mum’s belly.

As Mum pulled back, she took a firm hold at the base of his manhood and squeezed what sperm he had left in his shaft as she stroked him upwards, depositing the remnants of his cum onto her tongue, and swallowed. Chris pulled his fingers from my pussy and put them in Mum’s mouth, and she noisily sucked them clean.

I stared at Chris’s saliva-covered, still-hard cock. Mum took hold and began to pump him. “Get on the table, Abigail. I’ve not finished with you yet.” I recalled how Chris didn’t lose his erection until he had cum twice, and now he’s going to give it to Mum. She got onto the end of the table and spread her legs. Her pussy glistened with her love juice. Chris got between her legs and lapped at her muff. Licking up and down from her perineum to her clit. I was turned on watching. I couldn’t believe I was about to watch Mum get fucked. I played with my clit, as he jammed two fingers into her welcoming pussy while he sucked on her clit.

Mum let out soft, appreciative moans as Chris continued to pleasure her. I sat down as I could feel my climax building, and put two fingers up my box, fingering myself as I squeezed my boob and pulled on my nipple. I couldn’t stop watching the action on the table; I was so turned on. Chris had three fingers inside Mum, swirling them around in and out while his other hand pressed down on her pubic mound. His cock jerked from side to side as his fingering became frantic, then called out. “Cum for me slut. Squirt your cum over my hand, do it, do it now.”

The scream was loud as Mum wet herself, covering Chris, the table and the floor with her ejaculation. As soon as she had stopped squirting, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him until her butt cheeks were over the edge. Then he rammed his hard-on past Mums’ engorged pussy lips, up her cunt. Oh, this was fucking awesome, watching his throbbing cock slide inside her until he was balls deep.

I fingered my pussy harder and faster and bit down on my bottom lip to stifle my moan. My legs began to shake as an intense orgasm surged through my body. Oh, so fucking good watching Mum being fucked senseless while I climaxed, I thought.

Every time Chris thrust in, Mum moaned, and when he rubbed her clit, she screeched as she climaxed. Chris continued to pound her; it wasn’t the gentle lovemaking he gave me. No, this was wild fucking at its best. Mum moaned and squeezed her boobs as Chris filled her hot box with his seed. He pulled out, raced around to her head and put his cock on her lips, and she quickly, no, greedily took hold and sucked him into her mouth. Mum and I, two sluts from the same pod, how good is that.

After Mum and Chris had finished, we sat on the lounge, and I asked, “Chris, I take it. Mum passed the test, and she will join us on the Friday you want?”

“Bloody oath. Abigail, you’re the best cocksucker I have come across, and believe me, I’ve had plenty of blowjobs, but not one comes close to what you did.”

“Thank you, Chris. I haven’t lost my touch from my youth.”

“Obviously not.”

“Kylie, what’s the cost to have your Mum blow us at the card game?”

“Eighteen hundred for Mum, twelve hundred for me as the hostess, with an additional twelve hundred if you want me to stay the night.”

“Okay, I’ll pay three grand up front and decide on the night if you will be staying. I think my wife and family may be home early.”

“Fine by me.”

“Okay, I better get going. Having stayed longer than I expected, but after seeing how hot you looked, Abigail. I knew I had to have you.”

“My pleasure, Chris,” Mum replied while smiling.

It was late after Chris left, and Mum and I wished each other good night, although I’m sure we both had questions to ask each other. The next day, I stayed in bed until after Mum had gone to work. I didn’t have a lecture until the afternoon and wouldn’t be home until around six-thirty, so our questions would have to wait until later.

During dinner, I asked, “Mum, are you happy to go ahead with blowing the guys?”

“Sure, I was in my element, and It took me back to when I was young, blowing my various boyfriends. I love giving head.”

“Any concerns?”

“No.”

“What about the money?”

“Hey, the money’s yours. I volunteered, remember.”

“Yes, you did, but I’m running this as a business, and you deserve to get the eighteen hundred. You got me out of a jam.”

“If one of your friends said they would do it. What would you have paid them?”

“Fourteen hundred and forty dollars. I take a twenty per cent cut.”

“Then you do the same with me.”

“No way. It’s not right. You’re my Mum and deserve it all.”

“No, you take twenty per cent, or I won’t do it.”

“Okay, you win.”

On the day, Mum was so excited she even took a half day off to prepare for the night. She put her lingerie on, looked in the mirror, turning one way then the other, looking at her butt and then trimmed her bush a little more.

“What do you think? Do I look good? Will the guys like me?”

“Mum, stop worrying. You look fantastic, and Chris thought you were a knockout. The guys will drool over you when they see you in your sexy lingerie.”

Mum spent hours in the bathroom doing her hair makeup and painting her toes and fingernails. After an eternity, Mum strolled into the lounge and twirled around. I playfully slapped her arse and said, “Wow, you look good enough to eat.”

“You think so? It’s been so long since a guy ate my pussy. Do you think I’ll get lucky tonight and have a guy eat me?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. You’re there to fellate the guys, so no. I don’t think anyone will eat you.”

“Oh, well. I can always hope.”

“Are you going like that? Ready and raring to go.”

“Sure, why not? I’ll put a coat on to cover up so no one can see my sexy bits.”

“Well, let’s get going.”

Mum drove, and we arrived at a quarter to eight. Chris welcomed us into his home, kissed us and said, “Kylie, show Abigail to the bedroom, get changed, come out, and let me look at you two sluts.”

We went to the bedroom, and I got changed. Mum took off her coat, and I said, “Are you ready.”

“I’m as nervous as a kitten, with butterflies in my tummy, but yeah, let’s go.”

We met Chris in the kitchen and he said, “Wow, fucking wow. You two look so good I could eat the both of you.” He came up to me and kissed me while playing with my hardened buds, and then he did the same to Mum. After breaking the kiss, Mum had a grin from ear to ear, and her light brown nipples were as hard and as large as a thimble.

“Kylie, I have something extra for you to wear tonight,” he retrieved a fox tail and held it up, which looked over two feet long. It was thick and bushy, light brown, with a white tip at the end.

“Bend over,” Chris said, then he applied lube to my puckered star and the plug and eased it up my back passage. I grabbed the tail and swished it around.

“Mmm, that feels nice.” Chris grabbed the tail and gave it two quick pulls. “Oooh, do it again, you naughty boy. That feels so good.”

Chris slapped my arse before he said, “Sit down, girls. The guys will be here shortly.” As soon as the first guest arrived. I got up and made a scotch and coke for Chris and got a beer for Vin, who moved over to chat with Mum.

The others quickly followed, and I got them their drinks. All the guys kept looking lustfully between Mum and me.

“Guys, if you could all take your seats around the table, I will introduce you to Abigail.

“Abigail, come and stand next to me.” Mum stood next to Chris, and he wrapped his arm around her waist as he introduced the guys. “ To my left is Joe, Vin, Peter, Geoff and Tim,” Chris said, working clockwise around the table.

“Nice to meet you guys,” Mum said confidently. With a smile, and gave them a finger wave.

“I love your postage stamp,” Vin said lustfully.

“Thank you. I’m wearing it especially for you, Vin,” Mum playfully replied.

The guys had taken to Mum, and she was playing up to them. Boy, are they in for a surprise?

“Now for tonight’s surprise. Guys, drop your pants and jocks to your ankles. Abigail will be under the table, fellating you as we play cards. I have to tell you, Abigail is the best cocksucker I have come across by a long way. She will have you coming in no time, enjoy. Oh, as you can see, Kylie is wearing a fox tail; give it a couple of tugs when she brings you your drinks. She’s a slut and loves it.” I held my tail and swirled it around as I pouted and bent at the knees in a sexy pose.

There was a rustle of clothing as the guys dropped their pants and jocks while Mum got under the table and quickly took hold of Chris’s cock, and began to fellate him. I watched Mum deep-throat him before pulling back and teasing the underside of his shaft, then took him back in and pumped his shaft while sucking on the tip for a while before Chris began to strain, his legs tightened, and he gave Mum her first load of cum.

After Mum moved to Joe, Chris said, “Kylie, come and sit on my knee.” I sat on his knee, and he wrapped an arm around my waist and lightly rubbed his fingers up and down my landing strip, occasionally running them over my slit while his other hand gently played with my hardened buds. I took hold of my tail and wrapped it around his cock and balls and stroked him up and down. “Oh, that feels so so good,” Chris groaned.

Joe grunted as he shot his load into Mum’s open mouth. She tapped on his leg, and he looked down; then she swallowed his cum, and showed him an empty mouth before moving to Vin.

Although I was enjoying Chris’s fingers strumming my pubic hair and playing with my nipple, I had to excuse myself and get more drinks for the guys.

I gave Vin his beer, he pulled on my tail, and I gave him a cheeky smile while Mum blew him. When I gave Peter his wine, he not only pulled my tail, he copped a feel of my pussy, when I wrapped my tail around his nuts and gently pulled it while stroking his shaft. Tim went further when I got his beer. He pulled me over his knee, pulled on my tail and slapped my arse cheeks several times. “Aren’t you a naughty boy? No fellatio for you when Abigail gets between your legs for slapping my arse.”

Tim feigned shock and said, “Oh, please, Kylie, let Abigail suck my cock.”

“Anything for you, big guy.”

After the drinks had been refreshed, I again sat on Chris’s knee. He resumed running his fingers up and down my slit, coating them with my wetness, and feeding it to me, while I again wrapped the tail around his cock and balls. I was turned on, and when his fingers ran between my labia, I stretched my legs wide, giving the guys sitting opposite a great view of my pink insides as Chris stretched me open.

I gyrated my hips back and forth as I pumped Chris’s cock with the fluffy tail while he put two fingers up my sopping wet cunt and fingered me. I bit my bottom lip, stifling a moan, and then he teased my G-spot. I pushed hard against his hand, wanting him to get deeper inside me, as I heard Geoff groan as he dumped his seed into Mum’s mouth.

Chris whispered in my ear, “Come and ride me.” After removing the tail from around his cock I held his member upright as I slowly slid down, impaling myself, reverse cowgirl, until I sat on his lap. Joe and Tim had a great side on view when they looked to their right or left to see Chris’s cock disappearing inside me.

We gently rocked back and forth as Chris put both hands on my boobs, rubbing and squeezing them and playing with my hardened buds. I tightened my pussy muscles around his cock, grabbing his shaft as he made short slow upward thrusts.

Tim unloaded into Mum, and she got between my legs, her thumb rubbing my clit. Oh God, this felt divine as she continued to strum my pleasure button while Chris’s thrusting became stronger as he firmly squeezed my tits. I whimpered as softly as I could as I climaxed. Chris shot his load up my pussy, and I sat there impaled on his cock, with love juice and cum seeping from my pussy, around his dick, and coating his balls. Mum moved to Joe, who declined this time around, and then she moved to Vin and grabbed his cock.

“Chris, I know you’ve got Abigail to blow us, but you’ve just fucked Kylie. Can I fuck Abigail instead of being blown?” Vin Asked.

“I don’t know. You better ask her boss.”

“Kylie, is that okay?” Vin pleaded.

“Mum...”

“Mum,” yelled Vin. “Fuck, I thought she was your older sister or a friend that looked like you, but holy fuck. Mother and Daughter sluts. Wow, Abigail, I can’t believe you are old enough to be Kylie’s Mum.”

“Thank you, Vin. Yes, Kylie is my daughter.”

“Mum, it’s up to you. Blow or Fuck.”

“I’m here to satisfy the guys. I’m happy blowing or fucking. I’ll let them decide.”

“Fucking awesome, Mum slut. Get up here and sit on my cock,” Vin said playfully.

Mum backed up to Vin, and as she lowered herself, he put his hands around her hips and held her labia open, revealing her shiny, glistening pink insides. It looked so erotic as I watched Mum impale herself, taking a cock up her pussy, as she slowly slid down his shaft and absentmindedly fingered myself; I was that turned on.

She sat on his cock and bounced up and down while he massaged her boobs. She threw her head back and closed her eyes as she covered Vin’s hands with hers, keeping a tight hold as he fucked her.

The rest of the night turned into a fuck fest for Mum, either blowing or fucking the guys. She was well fucked and used, but no one ate her like she wanted.

Chris called an end to the sex at half past midnight. He was concerned his family would arrive home and catch us in the act. We said goodnight to the guys who kissed and groped us as we left with wicked smiles on our faces.

On the way home, Mum said, “Oh, Kylie, that was fucking awesome. It’s been ten years since I had cock, not counting Chris the other night. I fucking loved it. Will they want me again?”

“I’m glad you loved it, and I don’t know if they would ask for you again. It’s up to the individual host. I see you got on well with Vin.”

“Yeah, he’s a great guy. Would you let me be the hostess when he holds the next card game if that’s okay with you? I would love to get to know him better.”

“Sure, no worries. I like to see you happy, and it would be even better if you were with a guy. You deserve someone like Vin.”

On Wednesday night, I received a phone call. “Hi, Vin. What can I do for you?”

“Can you give me your Mum’s phone number? I want to have a chat with her.”

“Sure, she’s here. Let me give her my phone so you can chat.”

“Mum, Vin’s on the line and wants to chat.”

“Thanks, love.”

I handed Mum the phone. She walked off to her room and was missing for thirty minutes, and when she came back, she was beaming.

“Well?” I asked questionably.

“He’s asked me on a date this Friday and wants me to stay with him overnight and again on Saturday. We talked a lot. He’s divorced and lives by himself. His adult kids live with their respective boyfriends and girlfriends. I can’t believe it. A man wants me in his life. Oh, Kylie. It’s thanks to you that I met him.”

“Mum, I’m so happy for you. I hope you have the best weekend ever.”

“Thank you. Me too.”

Vin collected Mum around seven on Friday, and she looked stunning wearing a long black dress with a slit up the left leg to the top of her thigh, a shallow v-neck, and a low cut back, allowing her to wear a low-slung bra.

“Bye, love. See you sometime Sunday,” Mum called out as they walked out, arm in arm, with Vin carrying a small suitcase for her.

I faced a lonely weekend, although I did have my regular shift at the pub on Saturday. I called Faith and Sienna to see if we could get together, but they said they were with their boyfriends that night and didn’t want a third wheel.

With a lonely night ahead, I decided to research adult services online, checking out the competition to see what the independent girls charged and offered. I loved the work so much that I had thought of placing an ad as an independent escort. Wow, I couldn’t believe the rates they charged. Anywhere between four hundred and six hundred and fifty dollars per hour and a minimum of five thousand for an overnight stay. I’m not surprised Chris and his mates are happy to pay me what they do.

Around seven thirty, I received a call, and I could see it was from Chris. “Hi, Chris. How are you, and what can I do for you?”

“Two things. Next Friday night, I want you and your Mum to put on a girl-on-girl show. Then the six of us will gang-bang you both. And I want an answer about the apartment. I want you. I want to make you mine. You’re driving me crazy.”

Blunt and to the point, I thought. “Well, I have thought about your offer, and the answer is no. Like I said before. I like you, but I don’t love you. We have a business relationship, and that’s it. I want to date guys my age. Settle down, get married and have a family. Chris, we are going over old ground. I’m sorry that it’s taken me so long to tell you, and Mum and I don’t do girl-on-girl, so that’s a no, too.”

“Think about the girl-on-girl. I’ll pay you ten grand for the night.”

Why is this guy so desperate to see Mum and me together? I don’t understand. “What if I got two other girls to perform for you? Would that be okay?” I said, not knowing where I would get the two girls from.

Chris’s tone changed to one of frustration and desperation. “No, I don’t want two other girls. I want you. Please, Kylie. I love you, and I want to see you and your Mum in bed, kissing and fucking. It would be such a huge turn-on watching you. The both of you looked so hot together I wanted to fuck both of your brains out. Let me know what it will cost, and I’ll pay. Whatever you ask for, I’ll pay. I can’t make it any better than that, can I?”

“That’s a very generous offer. I’ve never been with a girl, and I don’t know about Mum, and she’s away this weekend. Let me ask her when she returns, and I’ll let you know.”

“Thank you. Please say yes.”

“Goodnight, Chris.”

Wow, I smell trouble, and It looks as though Chris is becoming or has become, obsessed and possessive and wants me at any price. I can see no option but to stop hostessing the card games; more’s the pity. I make good money, or so I thought before doing my research.

My phone rang again from a number I didn’t recognise. But answered it anyway, hoping it may be more business. “Hello, Kylie speaking.”

“Oh, I er ... Hi, Kylie. It’s Archie Flynn calling. How are you?”