Holy Fucking Shit: Like Mother, Like Daughter
Copyright© 2025 by The_Fountainhead
Epilogue
Erotica Sex Story: Epilogue - A cocky college quarterback comes home for one last wild summer and starts a no-strings fling with his little brother’s ex, eighteen-year-old amusement-park hellcat Holly. What begins as daily reckless sex explodes when Holly’s newly-divorced MILF mother Debbie discovers them—and realizes the filthy dreams that have haunted her for weeks all feature the same twenty-year-old stud now railing her daughter on the family-room couch. Permission is enthusiastically granted, boundaries shatter, and by
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Saturday, July 6 – 3:52 p.m.
The front door opens with the familiar squeak that hasn’t been fixed in twelve years. Holly steps inside, sun-bleached hair, skin golden, smelling like coconut oil, salt, and someone else’s cologne. Her duffel hits the tile with a thud.
Debbie is at the island, chopping vegetables for a lasagna she suddenly doesn’t care if it burns. The knife freezes mid-air.
Holly’s grin is slow, wicked, and a little shy all at once.
“Jesus, Mom. Look at you.” She drops the bag, crosses the kitchen in three strides, and cups Debbie’s face with both hands. “You’re fucking glowing. Like ... legitimately the hottest you’ve ever looked. And that’s saying something, because you were already a smoke show.”
Debbie’s cheeks burn. “I’m forty-two, Holly.”
“Exactly. Forty-two and you still have college boys begging. Own it.”
A long beat. The knife clatters to the cutting board.
Debbie’s voice is small. “Are you ... really okay with this? With me and Shane?”
Holly laughs, soft. “Mom. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s the best dick I’ve ever had, but we set rules day one: no strings, just fun. You’re not stealing anything. You’re ... joining the party.” She pauses, eyes sparkling. “And honestly? Watching those videos you sent? Knowing my mom can take a fist like a champ? Hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Debbie exhales, shaky. “I was so scared you’d hate me.”
“I could never hate you for finally taking what you want.” Holly leans in, forehead to forehead. “Tell me everything. How did he get you?”
Debbie’s laugh is half-sob. “I had this dream ... for weeks. Same faceless guy fucking me senseless. Then that Sunday two weeks ago when it was raining really bad, I came downstairs and saw you two on the pull-out. He looked right at me while he finished inside you and said the exact words from my dream. I knew it was him. I’ve been wet for him ever since.”
Holly’s eyes go wide. “You watched us that night? Holy shit, Mom. That’s why he came so hard, he knew.”
They both start laughing, the kind that turns into tears.
Debbie raises an eyebrow, voice dropping. “Speaking of details ... how was the beach? Kelly’s parents didn’t cramp your style too much?”
Holly’s grin turns filthy. “Mom. It was insane. Kelly’s parents are basically never there, they golf all day and crash by nine. It was only a two-bedroom place, which was perfect. Didn’t have to worry about sneaking into one of our rooms at night. We spent every minute that we could naked in that house. And Kelly ... turns out she gives even better head than Shane.”
Debbie’s eyes go wide, a laugh bubbling up. “So ... was Kelly your first girl?”
Holly nods, cheeks pink for the first time all day. “Yeah. I mean, I’ve kissed girls at parties, drunk stuff, but never ... like that. We had never even talked about it until Shane brought it up. Then the night before we left we had an orgy at Billy’s house with the four of us. That was the first time I’d ever been with another girl. We planned on seeing how many guys we could fuck at the beach, but once we got there all we wanted to do was fuck each other. It was crazy, but I definitely need some cock tonight!”
Debbie’s breath catches. “And the guys?”
“Twelve so far,” Holly says, counting on her fingers like it’s nothing. “Remember that Tom kid who used to live down the street? He was my first, then a couple of other guys from the park, a couple more from school, Billy, Shane, and Shane’s brother, Jack.”
Debbie’s laugh is low, almost embarrassed. “Just like me,” she whispered too softly for Holly to hear.
Holly steps closer, eyes searching her mom’s face. “You’re really okay with all this? With me ... with us ... with everything?”
Debbie sets the glass down, takes Holly’s hands. “Baby, I spent most of the last twelve years pretending that I didn’t care about sex. I’m done pretending. If you’re happy, I’m happy. And if sharing Shane makes us both happy...” She shrugs, a wicked glint in her eye. “Then we share.”
Holly’s grin returns full force. “God, I love you.”
Holly wipes her eyes. “Okay, spill about Beth. You two were...?”
Debbie’s turn to grin, wicked. “High-school and college. We were legends. She was my first girl. I think we were seventeen. Started off as a drunken dare at some party. We were inseparable after that. Threesomes, orgies, you name it. No regrets, but we were both complete sluts. I lost count a long time ago, but it’s well over a hundred partners for me. Not all of them were with Beth, obviously, but a lot were. Nine in high-school, most of the rest in college. I was insatiable. Then I met your dad, got pregnant with you, desperately tried to make our marriage work.
After we split up I had a couple one-night stands before I met George. With George I decided I wanted to be the good girl, the perfect wife, the soccer mom. Sex dried up slow. George stopped touching me. Two years, Holly. Two years without a single orgasm that wasn’t battery-powered ... until last Saturday.”
Holly whistles low. “Damn. You were holding a volcano in there.”
“Turns out all it took was your fuck buddy and one nosy night on the stairs.”
Holly bites her lip. “I want details on the old days. All of them. Not now though. Shane’s gonna be here soon and I need to shower. Gotta get my pussy all cleaned up for him.”
Debbie smirks. “Good idea. I made him wait last night so he’d be well rested for both of us tonight.”