Chapter 9

Marsha sat up and said, “Oh shit! I’m gonna catch hell when I get home! I mean hi Monica. Welcome home.”

Mom grinned and said, “I can see you two have been hard at work on your homework.”

Marsha grinned and said, “It wasn’t work. It was a labor of lust. And what the hell, it isn’t like I’ve never been in trouble before.”

She got up, ran to my room to get dressed and was on her way out the door in five minutes. As soon as she was gone I closed and locked the door. Then I said, “I’ll be right back. I’ll put some clothes on and you can tell me about your last day as a slave.”

As it turned out, her boss was a bit more human than her working conditions would indicate. When she told him she had been offered a new job paying significantly more than she was earning there he was very understanding. He even went so far as to have the finance office cut her a check for the full amount of her weekly pay and give it to her tonight instead of mailing it to her. She said she was so surprised she almost offered him a blowjob!

While she was telling me about her day I made us each a cheeseburger and got the cottage cheese out of the fridge. While we ate I told her about the pool party tomorrow and the planned bikini shopping trip.

She looked at me like I’m crazy for a minute before she said, “You actually expect an old woman in her thirties to go to a pool orgy with a bunch of teenagers! Honey, I imagine you’ll have a great time. And if I wasn’t going to be the only old lady there I’m pretty sure I’d have a good time. But I can’t party with a bunch of kids. I’m flattered you’d invite me. And it sounds like a lot of fun. But I think I better sit this one out.”

“Mom, you aren’t “old.” And you look a lot younger than you are. You’re super sexy and I’m pretty sure you know it. In the morning I’m taking you bikini shopping. That will give Shelby and Mark time to convince you a bunch of teenage boys would love to get their hands on you. And besides, you still need more blowjob training. What better place to get it than at a party for a group of horny teenagers?”

“I’m curious about the shop where I’ll be working and I’ve never owned a bikini so I can’t help wondering what I’d look like in one. But I doubt if there’s anything your friends can say to convince me that I won’t stick out at that party like a turd in a punchbowl.”

I tried to ignore her last statement. I tried not to laugh. That just isn’t something I can even imagine my mother saying. But I couldn’t help myself. I laughed right out loud while trying desperately to suppress that disturbing image.

She helped me clean up the kitchen after we ate. While we worked she asked me about the party. I thought she knew better but I finally had to explain that I’ve never been to a party, either. I admitted that although I’ve become more popular in the last few years and have received a few invitations to different kinds of parties I was too insecure to accept any of them.

“Because you didn’t have anything nice to wear?”

I shrugged and replied, “Yeah, partly. And partly because ... I don’t know. I guess because I just don’t know how to act at a party. But Shelby, Mark, Marsha and you will be there tomorrow. And from what Kirby told us about the party the odds are that what I’m wearing won’t be a problem for long.”

“It does sound exciting. But honey, you must know that just having someone my age around will make people uncomfortable.”

“Maybe, until you’re naked and on your knees. There’s no doubt in my mind you’ll be popular then.”

She had to laugh at that. And then I said, “You know you had fun with Shelby and Mark. You enjoyed sucking their cocks. It turned you on and you turned out to be very good at it. And what the hell, you’re going to start working at a sex shop. I can’t imagine you’re worried about your reputation if you get naked and suck a little cock at a party.”

“Well, I’d prefer a big cock. They’re a lot sexier.”

“Yeah, they do look sexier. But I have to be honest, smaller cocks are a lot easier to suck.”

She shook her head and quietly said, “I never imagined having a conversation like this with my teenage daughter.”

We talked a little longer, then went to bed. By the time we separated and went to our rooms mom had pretty much come to accept she’s going to a party tomorrow.

I was up early the next morning but mom still beat me up ... I mean she got up before I did. She was sitting at the table sipping on a cup of coffee and staring off into space. When she saw me she smiled and said, “Neal could make one hell of a movie from the dreams parading through my head all last night! I don’t believe I’ve ever had a wet dream before! I didn’t even know girls could have one!”

I smiled and said, “I know you’re scared. But it’s pretty obvious you’re excited, too. And it isn’t like you’re going alone. You’re going with the four of us. I promise we’ll protect you from all the big, bad teenagers.”

“After last night I’m not nearly as nervous as I was when you told me about it.”

We showered and dressed and we were ready to go when Shelby and Mark showed up at about ten ‘til nine. Marsh arrived five minutes later and we piled into Shelby’s Mustang. I sat in the front passenger seat. Mark sat between mom and Marsha in the back and he looked pretty happy there. Especially after both of them rested their hands just a millimeter from his rapidly growing cock.

I was surprised by the excitement in her voice when Mom exclaimed, “I’ve never ridden in a convertible before!”

I turned around to smile at her just as Shelby started the car. I saw her eyes get wide when she heard the sound of the car’s exhaust and she said, “Oh my! That sounds sexy!”

We arrived at the alley behind Mr. Dawson’s studio at about ten minutes after nine o’clock. We got out and I rang the bell. Pete answered the door and I introduced him to my mother, Shelby, and Mark. He seemed very happy to meet mom. I told him that we three girls need bikinis for a party and Lucy said we could shop there between nine and ten.

He stepped back and said, “Come on in. You’re in luck. I just got some really sexy new suits in. I’m pretty sure you’ll find something you like.”

We followed Pete up the hallway and into the store. All five of us came to a sudden stop and looked around in amazement. Everywhere we looked were pictures of naked women on magazines and packaging for various sex toys.

Pete turned around, saw the looks on our faces and said, “Wait there for a moment, please.”

He walked over to his counter, picked up the phone and spoke for a minute. A minute later, Mr. Dawson entered the room carrying one of his movie cameras. He smiled at us and said, “This is too good to miss.”

I said, “I’m all for you recording us, Mr. Dawson. It sounds like fun. But the guys can’t take a chance on their families seeing them in one of your movies.”

He nodded and said, “I understand. If you boys want you can step back out of the frame. But it will be a lot more exciting if you’re in it and I promise you, anyone who sees this will have been properly screened. If anyone should ever say anything to you about it you’ll know they’re a bigger pervert than you are.”

Mark grinned and replied, “I doubt it. But point taken. I don’t mind taking part.”

Mr. Dawson turned to Shelby and asked, “How about you, young man?”

He shrugged and said, “What the hell. If this gets back to my parents I’m sure it won’t be the first time I’ve disappointed them.”

Gary entered the room with another camera on his shoulder. He smiled at us and moved to the other side of our little group to begin recording. Mr. Dawson waved Pete over, handed him the camera he’s carrying and began functioning as a salesman.

“I understand you ladies are in the market for some sexy bikinis. I believe we have just what you’re looking for.”

I interjected, “And some toys, too. Some of the things in your display look like a lot of fun.”

“You’re in luck, Paula. It just so happens Marsha is an expert on our more popular sex toys. She even made a movie in which she tested them out.”

I’d forgotten all about that! I looked at Marsha. She smiled and said, “I wouldn’t say I’m an expert. But it was a fun afternoon and I know what I liked. I’ll be more than happy to help you make up your mind.”

Mr. Dawson said, “Ladies, we don’t have a fitting room. Go ahead and get undressed. That should speed things along a little.”

In about twenty seconds all three of us were naked. Mr. Dawson led us to the other side of the large room where a small selection of silly but sexy costumes are on a display along with a surprisingly large array of sexy bikinis. I didn’t expect such a large assortment, especially since this is a store where women almost never shop. I guess the guys who shop here must buy them for their wives and girlfriends. The suits are obviously just what we’re looking for. The suits that are displayed on the mannequins appear to be borderline illegal in all fifty states. Some of them are way over that border.

We looked them over and at Mr. Dawson’s insistence we each selected two extremely sexy suits. Then, starting with Marsha, we each tried on the suits we selected while Pete and Gary recorded the show.

All six bikinis were nothing but three tiny triangles and a little bit of string. Each covered nothing but our nipples, although seldom covering them completely, and our already excited pussies. All three of us hesitated before putting on the bottoms. I turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “We can’t try them on like this. We need to...”

I didn’t need to finish my sentence. It’s obvious all three of us need something to soak up the juices oozing out of us. Mr. Dawson smiled and said, “I believe we can take care of that.”

He hurried over to the counter and returned with a box of tissues. He handed a handful of tissues to Shelby and Mark and said, “Would you gentlemen mind doing the honors?”

No one really thought they’d mind. We stood there with our legs about shoulder width apart while the two boys enthusiastically sopped up the juices around our vaginal openings. As soon as we were reasonably dry we each tried on the bottoms. There’s no mirror available. But after looking down at how much of me is on display I looked at Marsha and my mother and knew exactly what everyone at the party will see. Just thinking about it has me on the edge of an orgasm.

I turned to Shelby and asked, “Are you okay with all your friends seeing me like this?”

“Are you kidding?! I’m going to be the envy of every guy in that school!”

I turned to Mr. Dawson and said, “We’ll take them. Now, about those toys.”

We moved to the center of the store where aisle after aisle of just what every girl should get for Christmas is displayed! For the longest time we all just stared in amazement, long enough for Mr. Dawson to go over to the counter and return with several packages of batteries.

Marsha pointed out one of the vibrators with an appendage obviously designed to stimulate the clit. She removed one of them from the display and said, “This is my favorite. It is obvious to me that if there were any justice in the world every girl ever born would be given one of these when she was released from the hospital and sent home.

“There are all sorts of fancy toys here and most of them are a lot of fun. But this one is the Ferrari of vibrators. Or maybe the Rolls. You get the point.”

Mr. Dawson handed Marsha some batteries and said, “Maybe they should experience that pleasure for themselves. Why don’t you give them a hand.”

Marsha put the batteries in the vibrator and while Gary moved in for a close-up, she dropped to her knees and slowly eased the toy into my very receptive pussy. She didn’t turn it on until it was positioned just where she wanted it with that small arm reaching up and caressing my clit. We smiled at each other and she turned it on at what I assume was the lowest setting.

I gasped at the overwhelming surge of pleasure that shot through my body. I reached out for something to hold onto. Fortunately, Shelby was right beside me. he supported me with a strong arm around my waist and held on as I experienced a flock of orgasms, one right after the other, each one stronger than the one before.

She finally withdrew the amazing, earth-shaking vibrator from my very happy pussy and turned it off. I took a couple of deep breaths and exclaimed, “OH MY GOD!! Sorry Shelby, but I want to marry that fucking thing!!”

I heard Mr. Dawson chuckle and then he suggested, “Paula, see how your mother likes it.”

I took the toy from Marsha, leaned down to kiss her and then helped her to her feet. Then I dropped to my knees in front of my mother. While I was getting into position Shelby said, “Damn, Mark! It looks like they don’t need us anymore.”

“Not true. They’ll still need us until they get cars of their own. Then we become obsolete.”

I laughed and said, “No way, Mark. He still makes a damn fine chauffer. I’m gonna keep him.”

Mom spread her legs a little farther apart and Mark put his arm around her waist. “Just in case,” he explained.

I examined the power switch so I’d know how to turn it on. Then I eased it into my mother’s pussy, which is obviously just as excited as mine.

Mom moaned loudly when I slipped it into her. Her reaction when I turned it on was at least as violent as my own. She cried out, thrust her hips forward and exclaimed, “Son of a bitch!! Why doesn’t everyone know about these damned things?!! Holy shit!”

We were all amused by her reaction, and by her moan as I turned it off and eased it out of her. Shelby helped me to my feet and I said, “I guess we’re going to need two of them so we don’t have to fight over this one.”

Mr. Dawson took another one from the display. Marsha said, “There are others here that are a lot of fun. But that thing, that could make men obsolete.”

Shelby didn’t look as enthusiastic as us three girls when he muttered, “I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

I kissed him and said, “That’s just Marsha, baby. Don’t pay her any attention. I still love your beautiful cock.”

Mr. Dawson took us around and showed us a bunch more toys but it’s getting close to opening time so we didn’t dwell on any. With fifteen minutes to go, mom said, “I’d like to see one more thing before we go. But we better pay for these first. I want to see that box you have hidden in the back somewhere, the plastic one for giving guys blowjobs.”

Mr. Dawson smiled and said, “You’re looking forward to that, aren’t you?”

Mom blushed but replied, “Yeah. I can’t help it. It sounds so depraved, so perverse. But it sounds so exciting. Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.”

“Okay, first of all, you can have the toys and the bikinis.”

“Oh no! You don’t have to do that! You’re sweet for offering. But...”

“Don’t argue with me. Which of us can better afford it? And don’t worry. You’ll pay me back many times over. I’m gonna get my money’s worth out of you in many ways. Before I show you the plastic box, let me show you another feature of my little business you may not be familiar with.”

He reached behind the counter, grabbed a plastic bag and put our selections in it. He handed it to Marsha, reached over the counter and pushed a button which caused a buzzer to go off against the opposite wall. He said, “Follow me.”

We followed him through a door into a narrow, dimly lit hallway. Mr. Dawson described these booths to me last week and described what happens in them. But hearing about them isn’t the same as seeing them. Looking at them now sends shivers down my spine.

All along the right side of the narrow corridor are small booths. He took mom and me into one of the booths, pointed out the small television against one wall and explained that men come in here, insert tokens into the slot and watch porn and beat their meat.

Then he pointed out the round holes just below waist height in walls on either side of the booth. He explained, “These are what are known as glory holes. Men stick their dicks through these holes and get sucked off; mostly by other men but on very, very rare occasions a guy will bring his wife or girlfriend in here and she’ll get naked and suck guys off. I’ve never seen a woman come in alone, have you, Pete?”

“Nope.”

Mom sighed and said, “That’s too bad. That’s even kinkier than the plastic booth. I bet it’s exciting to suck off a bunch of disembodied cocks until your jaw hurts.”

I almost can’t believe the things my mother has been saying in here this morning! Mr. Dawson has a different reaction. He pulled her close, kissed her and said, “You turn me the fuck on, cunt! I’m gonna love having you in here!”

“In here?”

He looked down at the glory holes and replied, “Yeah. One of these days ... or maybe several of these days, I’m gonna strip your ass naked and stick you in one of these booths for an hour or two. Does that turn you on?”

She doesn’t need to answer. It’s obvious how much that idea turns her on. I suppose by this point I shouldn’t be surprised. But I’m beginning to wonder if she has any limits at all!

We went back out into the main store and through another door next to the one we just came out of. The plastic blowjob booth is about fifteen feet down the hallway. I couldn’t come in through the store when they put me in the box. The door I used when Lucy put me in here is behind the booth. Mom examined the booth for a moment before Mr. Dawson said, “Go ahead. Get in. Try it on for size.”

While mom went into the booth and knelt on the other side of the hole, Mr. Dawson pulled his cock out and stuck it through the hole. He smiled at her and said, “I hear you did very well on your cocksucking lesson. Let’s see how much more work you need.”

Mom grinned up at him for a second or two and then eagerly leaned down and took his cock into her mouth. She didn’t gag but she didn’t seem able to take it into her throat, or at least not at first. But she’s obviously determined. She applied more and more force until Mr. Dawson said, “That isn’t necessary, Monica. Just suck it. Don’t hurt yourself.”

That sentence was no sooner out of his mouth than she finally managed to slide her lips all the way down to the base of his cock. She was so excited she squealed in delight!

Mr. Dawson moaned and then murmured, “I’ll be damned! Look at that bitch! That has to hurt but she couldn’t be happier!”

It only took her about ten minutes to suck him off. As soon as he backed away, Shelby and Mark each took a turn while Marsha and I just stood there enjoying the show.

While they were switching over from Shelby to Mark I said to Marsha, “I guess I should have had a clue when you were training her to be a good cocksucker. But I had no idea what a slut she is!”

“Me either!”

Mr. Dawson came up behind me and handed me a bundle containing our clothes. We had left them out in the store when we were trying on bikinis. He said, “The store is open now. I didn’t think you’d want Pete to sell these. You’ll have to leave through the other door.”

I put my arms around him and said, “I believe I’ve mentioned it before, but you’re such a sweet pervert. Thanks for the bikinis and the toys. But mostly, thank you for making our life such an adventure.”

“Believe me, I’m enjoying it every bit as much as you and your mother.”

Mark was filling mom’s mouth with cum at that moment. Mr. Dawson said, “I need to get to the office. You know the way out, right?”

I nodded but then said, “Wait! When do you want me back?”

“Monday. I’m going to see if I can’t come up with something you and your mother can do together.”

He went out through the door but reappeared almost instantly. He waited for mom to come out of the booth and called me over. When I came to a stop beside mom he said, “You two might want to give that pool party a little more thought. I’m not trying to talk you out of it. Hell, I think it sounds like fun. And I know there hasn’t been a lot of fun in your life Monica. But you might want to put some thought into how it will affect Paula for the next couple of years. You know how kids are, the kind of shit they’ll say about you. Parties like the one you’re going to are the sort of thing you go to behind your parent’s backs. The kids will be shocked if you bring your mother to a wild party where sex is pretty much certain to happen. You’ll never live that kind of thing down. But that’s up to you.”

He started to turn away but turned back and said, “I know of a party this Tuesday where you two could cut loose and I can guarantee it won’t affect your reputations. We’re throwing a bachelor party for an old friend. I know they’d enjoy having a couple of hot chicks like you there, especially when they find out you’re mother and daughter. If all that raw sex isn’t enough incentive, you’d get paid, too. I’m supposed to be hiring a couple of professionals for one thousand dollars apiece. You’ll have to have sex with the guys. But I bet when I tell the guys about you two I can get them to up the offer. Are you interested?”

Mom and I looked at each other. I suppose we already knew what he said about the pool party to be true. I asked him, “What about me? Can I still go to the pool party?”

“I never said either of you couldn’t go. But if you do, my advice would be that you don’t get any wilder than any of the other girls there. That’s all up to you two, though. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

Marsha nudged me in the ribs and said, “You can’t go to the bachelor party. Gym practice.”

“Shit! I forgot!”

Mom quietly asked, “What about me? I don’t know what my hours will be. You haven’t told me yet. If you wouldn’t mind just me entertaining the troops I could use the practice.”