Chapter 3

By now, my hubby was beginning to understand how my childhood sexual abuse had caused an inability to have orgasms unless I did it myself. He saw how it affected my needs, my desires, and why I was so often dysfunctionally promiscuous. Our relationship had improved though and sex was enjoyable enough that we were trying new things like the small toys that we used in Wyatt’s bum. He told me that he enjoyed anal play while accepting that I didn’t. I used my finger and rimmed his ass, and we had a small dildo that seemed to be made for anal play. We also had a vibrating egg, that he loved in his ass, especially while he fucked me. So that part of our lives had improved. But It looked like I would always have to rub out my orgasms.

My mom asked me if I wanted to join her for an evening of dancing at the Legion Hall in a town about thirty miles from where we lived. She said we would be drinking so we would need to get a motel room and come home the next day. Wyatt said it made sense for us to do that and agreed to stay home and look after the boys. I knew Mom had been attending these dances for the last few years but didn’t know what those evenings might have entailed. Knowing Mom though nothing would have surprised me. And surely, sex had to be involved.

When we got to the Legion Hall, we found a place to sit, ordered drinks and had fun watching couples dance, women standing around hoping to be asked to dance, and men cruising women, hoping to get laid. It wasn’t long before Mom invited two good-looking men named Tory and Kurt to join us at our table. They had been giving us the eye for quite a while. Tory and Kurt were best of friends, who, as it turned out, were a gift to us for this event, they were dance instructors working for a local dance studio. Tory was about ten years older than Kurt and danced like a dream. They bought us drinks all evening and switched off dancing with Mom and me. I had never been to a dance where I had such a great time and could follow men’s leads so flawlessly. They insisted on paying for our drinks all evening and when the bandleader announced the last dance, Mom surprised the hell out of me when she said to Tory, “We have a room with two beds, maybe you and Kurt would like to spend a little quality time with us there.”

All evening it was plain to see how much Tory ogled mine and Mom’s tits, which both of us loved. They continually flirted us up. As she blatantly led Tory on—Mom was never subtle about those things, her sexual innuendos kept the two of them at our table. Kurt had been a perfect gentleman, treating me like a lady, and never touching me inappropriately but constantly staring at my tits when he didn’t think I was looking.

“But we’ve been buying your drinks all evening, Rita,” Tory said.

Mom countered, “It seemed worthwhile the way yours and Kurt’s eyes kept bugging out at not only MY tits but my daughter’s as well.”

Kurt looked embarrassed as Tory stumbled, “Y-you never mentioned that Rachel was your d ... daughter, Rita. He snorted a chuckle and said something I didn’t understand but Mom seemed to, “I’ve never done that before, Rita, but it has always been on my bucket list.”

Mom’s reply was instantaneous, “Seems like paying for the room has taken on a different meaning, Tory?” She added with a wink, “So that’s your answer?”

“Ever make it with a mother and her daughter, Kurt?” Tory said. Kurt shook his head, his Adam’s apple moving like it was trying something too large for his throat. With a lascivious look, Tory said, “Yep, Rita, the room’s on us.”

I was impressed by the way Mom negotiated with them to pay for our motel room for the night, which I thought would probably last only an hour or two with them. I had an idea that Kurt was kinda like Wyatt who went along to get along and I wasn’t upset with the way things were turning out. I had spent ten months whoring in Seattle—something Mom had no idea about—so what Mom had probably been doing at these dances was fucking for drinks and a motel room while I had done it for cash, which made me think, But how is it going to work with four of us?

Heading back to the room Mom took charge. She had the guys buy two six-packs of beer. Then, in the hotel lobby, she made sure that the clerk took an imprint of Tory’s credit card. The room was small with two double beds side by side. Mom assigned the beds, Kurt sitting with me and Tory with her. We toasted with beer cans, and then had two more beers before getting down to business.

As we drank the beers the guys got frisky, kissing us, and playing with our boobs. And by the time we finished the second beer, Mom had pulled off her top and undid her bra, exposing her massive tits to one and all. Cocking her head she looked at me, wrinkled her brow to make sure I took her hint by baring my tits. We soft-cored it a little longer, and soon the men had their pants off and we were all naked.

I watched as Mom went down on Tory while he continued to feel her up and kiss her massive mammaries. I watched him kneel beside the bed between Mom’s legs and lick her cunt until she orgasmed which made me jealous because I could never experience an orgasm triggered by a man. Tory stood, took Mom’s hand, and pulled her up to a sitting position where she took Tory’s hard cock into her mouth and bobbed on it as she breathed heavily through her nose and grunted, while Tory said, “Yes, Rita, yes, Yes, YES.”

I had watched my mother in bed with men before, but never close-up like at that moment. All the while the other stranger who was in bed with me sucked my nipples and reamed my cunt with two fingers. Then, daughter-like mother, I rolled on my back, spread my legs, and felt Kurt thrusting his cock inside me and once again I savored the familiar inner massage that Kurt’s cock gave my pussy. Rita (my mom) didn’t seem to mind that her daughter was being fucked in the bed next to hers, or that her daughter was cheating on her husband, and my eyes were capturing the whole picture just as Kurt dumped his huge load inside me.

After Kurt and Tory fucked us both they left and Mom and I had a detailed conversation. She told me that this was how she ended most of her nights at these dances. I told her how strange but incredible it was and she put another twist on what she always told me by saying, “Remember, Rachel, all men are looking for tits and cunt so why not get all you can out of it. In this case; great dancers, all the drinks for the evening, the cost of the room, and good fucks. We talked more about it on the way home the next morning, and she assured me that last night would be a well-kept secret, “But we should do it again.”

We did it together on two more occasions, once again with Tory and Kurt, then with two guys who weren’t as good at dancing as Tory and Kurt and kept coming too fast when they fucked. But I still can’t get the picture of Mom in the bed next to mine performing all those sex acts with me watching. I remember her walking around the house in her see-through lingerie and panties, but never naked like this, and never in action so close to me.

It was after these experiences that I decided on a breast reduction. I loved my huge tits but they had begun to be too heavy, cutting my bra straps into my shoulders and making it hard to straighten up my back.

Interview I met Peter online at a chat site. When I began telling him my story, he asked me to send some written pages for him to look at. When we got together online again Peter told me what he read was so compelling that I should work on it seriously and find someone who could act as my editor. He said that he had been writing erotic stories for years and had posted them on three sites. I sent him more of my stuff, and he began editing it. Then we decided to meet for lunch and see if we could make better sense of each other. His son lived in Seattle, and he would be visiting him soon, asking if we could meet halfway between Seattle and my home close to the Canadian/U.S. border. We met at a restaurant in La Conner, Washington, and had a great lunch overlooking the Skagit River. It was like a professional interview.

Peter: You said you had decided to stop working the streets for two reasons. One was to satisfy your hubby’s concern about losing you to a life of continuous prostitution. More importantly, you wanted to start a family, so how did that part go?

Rachel: Hubby and I have a lot of things to work out. As a victim of sexual child abuse, and having unwanted sex at such an early age, I was never able to achieve orgasm through sex with men. The only way I could get total satisfaction was with my vibrator. Wyatt had a hard time with that, thinking he was the one who couldn’t get me off, but other men could. He was afraid that I would find a guy that made me have orgasms through normal sex which might cause me to leave him. I have always tried to convince him this would never be the case, but it always haunts him. Concerning me getting pregnant and having children, which went great. We have two boys and they have both turned out fabulously. They’re now both married and have raised families of their own.

Peter: Were you to remain faithful during this period of your life?

Rachel: For about four years, we just enjoyed each other sexually; hubby fucked me all the time, every day, and sometimes more. To achieve orgasms though I masturbated compulsively. Wyatt always went along with it, even watching me when he could and kissing me and playing with my tits or fingering my clitoris as I used my vibrator. It was always good for me. But Wyatt still had trouble comprehending my sexual issues, which caused a lot of arguments and eventually led to both of us becoming excessive drinkers.

Peter: Might something have happened that you might have considered significant after four years?

Rachel: Well yes. We often discussed letting one of his friends try to bring me to orgasm—I knew it wouldn’t work. But one night when we were drinking at our favorite neighborhood bar and the bartender announced, “Last call,” We convinced Dan, one of Wyatt’s good friends, to come with us to our house. Dan, whose wife was at home, was a pretty good-looking guy who always turned me on. After we had become good work buddies, the conversation got sexual and Dan started commenting on how nice my tits were. Wyatt asked him if he would like to see my tits out in the open. Dan of course said he would if I were to let him. Pretty soon with a little back and forth, the talk got naughtier and Dan blurted to Wyatt, “You know what old buddy, I sure would like to fuck your wife.”