Delivery

Delivery

By: J. D. Cartwright

The rain outside had been falling all that day. It was a misty, free-falling type that seemed more annoying than useful. The sun only broke through the clouds for seconds at a time. Catherine’s plans for home and yard cleaning while her husband was at work were put on hold. At first, the persistent and light drizzle was to blame for the lack of progress in the gardens. Later, it was her need to keep busy that brought her dusting and laundering to a halt.

She stood in the doorway to her bedroom to establish a plan of attack for cleaning the mess her husband often leaves. Once formulated, she put her plan into motion. Her hand checked every pocket to ensure they were free of pens, business cards or loose items that might damage clothes in the wash. She nearly left a single item out as the washer seemed to be full. She thought adding another item might overload it. She chose to toss the one remaining item in regardless.

When she arrived back in the room to snatch it up, she instinctively checked the pockets. From one of them, she pulled out a crumpled pair of panties. She looked at them, then the garment she pulled them from. She didn’t recognize them at all and laughed out loud at the situation.

“Well, they’re not mine,” she said before the gravity of the situation hit her.

“Fucking seriously?” she said with a hint of laughter.

She stared at them long and hard. She studied them to ensure they weren’t hers from any time in her past. She aggressively searched them for any reason she could see to believe they were a pair she had once wore. She even tried to settle on him having stolen a new pair she bought, but the wearing on them quickly stole that idea.

She slowly walked downstairs and sat at the large oak table. She laid the panties on the table in front of her and chuckled to herself again. She fiddled with them; turning them around, upside down and inside out. Each time she rearranged them, she hoped memory would explain their presence in her husband’s clothes.

“This can’t be real,” she told herself.

She spent a significant amount of time convincing herself that perhaps they were hers and she had forgotten. Questions were presented and all possible answers rejected. They were not hers. They were in his suit pocket. He was cheating on her.

She had traversed a range of emotions that day. When her husband arrived home, a final emotion took hold. The tips of her fingers were tapping the surface of the table in repetitive order as she waited for his arrival in the kitchen. When he finally decided to grace her with his presence, the panties on the table failed to garner his attention as he walked past his wife to the fridge.

“So, you’re just going to walk right on by this,” she said with a finger angrily pointing at the undergarment, “without acknowledging me or perhaps the panties I found in one of your suits?”

The door of the fridge closed. She watched him move back to the table and look down onto the panties as he drank from the carton of milk.

“You didn’t find those in my suit!” he said without so much a convincing tone.

“I did, actually and you know what? It’s not that you’re out fucking some random bitch behind my back,” she said before violently shoving the chair behind her as she stood up. “It’s that you fucking left these,” she added, picking the panties up from the table and shoving them in his face, “in your fucking suite pocket like we live in some cliché of a movie. Like, what the actual fuck, Bill?”

His eyes shifted between the underwear and her eyes. Back and forth he looked while searching for something to say.

“Don’t bother thinking up any lies or excuses. I hope that pussy was worth it, Bill, I hope it was worth it.”

She threw the panties at his face and began to storm out when she stopped and turned.

‘Was it worth it, Bill?” she asked. Her tone was calm and collected. She needed answers. “Was the bitch’s cunt that tempting that were willing to throw all this away?”

Deep down, Bill was impressed with her word choice. He’d expected a more medical or scientific description of the mysterious woman’s lady parts. She waited for him to answer. They stared at each other. She waited for him to offer some kind of excuse as to why he went outside their marriage for some random pussy to fuck. She intended to hold her ground until he answered but a thought came to her.

“You’re still fucking her, aren’t you?” she asked.

She walked toward him and narrowed her eyes.

“Is that what it is? Who is it, Bill? Is it Betsy?” she asked.

Betsy was his partner at the firm. They shared a young secretary named Holly Patterson. Catherine named his partner first in hopes that at least he wasn’t going full cliché and was fucking the nubile and clueless young secretary.

She continued barraging him with questions without receiving a single answer. She wanted to know what was happening. She needed answers if there was any hope of her being to regain control of her life that was then spinning out of control. She stared, hopeful he was mere seconds away from telling her everything she needed to know until something happened that hadn’t even crossed her mind.

He picked up the milk carton and took a drink.

In her head, she asked him if he seriously didn’t give two fucks about the situation. In the reality of the kitchen, she slapped the carton away from his mouth. The carton hit the window above the sink before resting behind the faucet. Milk splattered everywhere. Bill made no effort to move, dodge her hand or even react to her violent response to the situation.

“I’m going to my mother’s. If you want to salvage the life we built then you’ll first come clean about whose panties those are, how you got them and why you kept them. Then, you’re going to bring that bitch to me so she can apologize to my face for wrecking our home. If I find reason after that to forgive you, then maybe I’ll come back.”

She waited in vain for an answer. When she had waited enough, she turned and walked out without another word said. She retrieved some bags from her room, put her phone in her pocket, grabbed the keys from the hook in the mud room and stormed off toward her car. Her anger changed her routine pattern of behavior. She never warned her mother of her pending arrival that night and her intense focus on her thoughts diverted her attention from the road. She suddenly arrived at her mother’s house without a single memory of anything that took place during her journey.

She shook it off and angrily exited her vehicle. She looked around and noted a car parked at the curb she didn’t recognize. She took it for a neighbor’s car and walked to the door; using the key her mother gave her years before to open the door.

“Mom!” she announced as she walked in. Anger still consumed her as she yanked her bags through the door like misbehaved children.

She heard muffled sounds of hushed words and frantic movements. She furled her eyebrows in confusion and slowly made her way to the back of the house. Her mother appeared suddenly from around the corner.

“Catherine! What are you doing here?” she asked.

Catherine was still adjusting her clothes and straightening her hair when she continued her line of questions.

“Why didn’t you call or text me? I have a guy friend here and was,” she started as she paused to look back at her bedroom before looking back at her daughter, “kind of in the middle of something,” she finished with a wink.

“Of course you’re doing that. I came here after catching my husband cheating on me to find you fucking some rando out of nowhere,” she said feeling defeated.

Her mother casually waved her hand is dismissal of her daughter’s accusation.

“He’s not a rando, Catherine! He’s the pizza guy I’ve been banging for a while now.”

Catherine’s mouth remained agape in disbelief.

“The pizza guy,” she said slowly. “The pizza guy you’ve been banging! Mom! That’s the kind of thing that made dad leave you!”

Catherine was getting angrier with each passing moment. Her mother was never shy about telling her daughter why her father left.

***

Denise was married to a devout Christian at a young age. There was a lot in common between them except for a major issue his parents took issue with. She was not religious and didn’t attend church. At the time of their marriage, she figured it would be a great way to bring children into the world. They would see both sides of the playing field and make their own choices without having one school thought shoved down their throats.

What she didn’t count on was the sex life that being in a religious relationship would bring. In her case, it was what it didn’t bring. They had conceived their daughter and that event signaled the end of their active sex life. After some discussion, she calmly accepted his position on the subject and never brought it up again.

It wasn’t long after that she took up having sex with people she would either never see again or never be in a position where it would happen again. It never stopped, not even when her husband caught her in the act. Catherine was already grown and out on her own. Denise’s husband walked in the house from work close to his normal time and found his wife bouncing up and down on the lap of a package delivery man. Her pants were off, panties still wrapped around her ankles and her shirt was still on. Her husband observed the scene for a moment before slamming the door shut.

Denise stood up calmly while the delivery man cautiously shifted his eyes between her and her newly arrived husband. Nobody said a word as the man slowly crept around her husband and ran out the door. He even opened the door and closed it after his wife’s lover departed. He stared at his wife, and she stared out the window. Neither said a word for several minutes. He finally told her what was on his mind.

“I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I have to assume this is not the first time. That said, any step I would ask you to take to heal this breach would probably fail. Is that a fair assumption?” he asked calmly.

She waited a few moments then turned her head. There was nothing she could bring herself to say. She knew he was right but she wasn’t ashamed of her actions. She knew he wasn’t being a wimp by not fighting for her. He would never change his position on sex and neither would she. She still felt like a child who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

She nodded.

His lips curled into a position of reluctant acceptance of the situation.

“I’ll get my things another day,” he said before walking out.

She never saw him again. She came home one day to find everything he cared about, except her had been taken. She later learned his mother had come to get his things. She knew she had broken him and did not have a harsh word inside her for how he went about everything. She wandered slowly through the house looking to see what he requested her to bring back to him. He could have taken everything and she would not have blamed him.

What struck her was what he left for her on the table. It was one of their first purchases as husband and wife. On it, his ring, the pictures he had of them in his wallet and a short letter.

“May you find what you’ve been missing out of because of me.“

Had it been written by anyone else, she would have laughed. She would have framed it and hung it in on the front door. Instead, she nearly cried as she gather the items up, put them in an envelope and stuffed it in her dresser. That night, however, she called for delivery and fucked the unpleasant emotions away.

***

“Your father left because neither of us would change our views regarding human sexuality. I don’t know about him, but I can promise you I still have not changed. You know this about me, Catherine. When the young man leaves, come and sit with me and tell me what happened, okay?”

Catherine sighed in acceptance and walked away toward the living room. She looked around and recalled many childhood memories. Each object in the room seemed to have a memory attached to it. Her eyes continued to scan the room until she came to the opening that was shared between the entrance of the house, the hallway and the living room. Her mother’s hand was planted against the wall Catherine could see her mother’s breasts swaying back and forth. She felt a different way than expected.

“At lease she’s letting him finish,” she thought, rolling her eyes.

She crossed her legs and waited for her mother to arrive and sit next to her. Denise walked in, still buttoning her shirt. She didn’t bother to put pants on.

“Now, tell me what happened,” she told her daughter.

Catherine put aside the awkward feelings she experienced and told her mother everything she knew about what happened.

“…and he just stood there and didn’t say a word?”

“Infuriating, isn’t it? No apology, nothing!” Catherine responded.

They talked over every detail and her mother asked questions to help derive a reason behind why the panties were in her husband’s suite. No question’s answer revealed information that would either exonerate Catherine’s husband or convict him. He alone had the answers and Catherine was not ready to go home and confront him again.

“Would you like to stay with me for a while?” her mother asked.

Catherine said she would appreciate it and offered to pay for however long she needed.

“Simply help out with a couple utilities and the grocery bill. The house would be here whether you lived here or not. Speaking of groceries, are you hungry? I’ll throw something together for us.”

Catherine smirked and asked, “Didn’t the pizza boy bring you food?”

“Yeah,” Denise said as she turned the corner into the kitchen, “it was a sausage pizza without the dough, sauce or cheese.” There was a pause before she added, “…with extra sausage!”

They both chuckled. Denise ate the pizza that the young man brought with him. Catherine opted to eat something that didn’t remind her of her mother having sex damn near in front of her.

***

Over the next several days, they both went about their lives. Catherine tried to piece together the reasons her husband went astray. No question she had resulted in an answer that logically explained his behavior. She resisted efforts to contact her husband and ask him the questions directly but she knew she was still too angry to handle any response from him like a rational adult.

Denise was starting to feel the impact of her daughter being in the space where she relieved her sexual needs. It had been more time between encounters than she was used to. She probably could have had someone in her bed, but she often avoided typical coital spaces as they reminded her too much of her ex-husband. She wanted to get the situation between her Catherine and her husband resolved but wanted to give Catherine time to work through things herself.

That weekend, mother and daughter were on the subject of infidelity when it came time for dinner.

“What is there to eat?” she asked her mother.

Denise was leaning into the fridge searching for a meal for two. She sighed loudly and closed the door.

“We should probably have gone shopping today,” she admitted.

Catherine stood and told her mother she was going to see what was in the pantry.

Denise chuckled lightly and asked out loud, “We could always order pizza!”

“Mother!” Catherine said as she stomped back into the kitchen. “Having sex with some pizza boy is not going to make me feel better about my husband cheating on me!”

“Okay, well, you eat the pizza and I’ll eat the sausage,” her mother replied seriously.

Catherine couldn’t help but laugh. She repeated her concerns, though.

“Mom, I understand I’m intruding into your lifestyle by showing up here unexpectedly. If you want to do that, just take him to your room and close the door. Try not to be loud, either.”

Denise hesitated to explain why she didn’t want to do that. Catherine took note.

“What is it, Mom?”

“I know your thoughts on love and sex and religion and all that. I don’t want to bring someone into the house for that purpose while you’re here in this situation, but if I did…” she said, fidgeting with the silverware on the table. “…would you be highly offended if it was a girl this time?”

Catherine’s body involuntarily shivered in response to her mother’s words. Her mind freely imagined a lesbian scenario taking place between her mother and some young thing who was still trying to find her way in the world. She felt her body responding in a way that felt unusual. If it were only that response, she would call her body a traitor and swear it was betraying her. All she could think about was her mother’s face between the milky-white thighs of some barely legal hussy.

“A girl?” Catherine responded. “When did that start?”

Denise sat next to her daughter.

“One of the pizza boys brought her with him one time. She was new at the parlor and he knew she liked women. After some talking, he discovered her affinity for older women.”

“Okay?” Catherine prodded.

“Well, all three of us had sex that night. Now, I can summon one or both of them depending on what I order.”

“Obviously sausage for him. What about her?” Catherine asked curiously.

“Beef,” Denise responded quickly.

Catherine’s brow furled in confusion.

“You know,” she said as her hand made a waving motion between her legs, “roast beef?”

Catherine shook her head a single time in confusion. She replayed what just transpired in her head and began to cackle with laughter to the point she nearly choked.

Denise joined her in laughter and they spent minutes mimicking Denise’s joke and howling out loud. After a while, her mother took on a serious tone and asked again.

“Would you like to order pizza?” she asked.

She knew her intent behind the question. She wanted to drive her daughter into participation for any reason that Catherine could justify. Whether it was revenge or curiosity, she would not have cared.

Catherine stared intently at her mother and hesitantly nodded. The images that flashed through her mind before came racing back.

“Would you like sausage, beef or both?” her mother asked.

Catherine continued to stare dead into her mother’s eyes and said, “beef.”

Denise gave her daughter a gesture of surprise and was impressed with her decision. She dialed the phone. Catherine excused herself and went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet lid in shock of what she assumed she agreed to. Her hands covered her face and pressed tightly against her skin.

“What are you doing?” she wondered.

She sat quietly in the bathroom pondering what was going to transpire in her mother’s house that night. She couldn’t help but envision her hand filled with the silky brunette hair of a woman whose face was between her legs. She could feel the heat building in her loins. Her hand massaged and tweaked her nipple through her shirt. The desire was building inside her as the realization of a long-time fantasy was on the horizon.

She never saw the face of the mystery woman between her legs. Her fingers filled her like no cock ever could. The woman’s tongue made her dizzy with the playful dance it did across her lips and hooded clit. The woman never uttered a word but her sounds brought her to new orgasmic heights while her husband pounded his cock in and out of her.

Her legs were spread wide on the toilet. Her hand was caressing her clit when her mother knocked on the door.

“Catherine, are you going to come out?” she asked.

“I’m going to cum,” she muttered quietly to herself in sarcastic response.

She quickly pulled her hand from her pants and chastised herself. She knew she would lose her nerve if she had an orgasm before the main event. She composed herself and opened the door. Her mother was standing in a satin robe that flowed like water over her curves.

“I feel like I’m over dressed,” Catherine stated bluntly.

“There’s no dress code when you’re just watching, love,” her mother replied.

Catherine felt disappointed that her mother expected her to just watch but knew she wasn’t ready to act out her long-time fantasy. Being able to watch it live was enough for the disappointment to fade. Her mother being the active participant in her fantasy had yet to cross her mind.

She followed her mother to the front door where the pizza girl was just about to walk up. Denise was about to open the door when she turned to her daughter.

“I know there’s a lot going on. I don’t know what you’re feeling or thinking right now, but if you want to leave at any time, you’re more than welcome. I only ask that you not interrupt, okay? This is as much for you as it is for me if you learn something here today.”

Catherine nodded apprehensively.

“Please go sit on the couch and I will introduce you to Trudy shortly.”

Catherine walked nervously to the couch and sat. She turned her attention to the door. Her hands were wrenched tightly together when the young woman walked through the door. She took in every observable detail from the dirty blonde hair to the smaller than average breasts. She was small in frame and confident.

She took her hat off and set it next to the pizza box.

“I was beginning to think you got tired of me,” the girl said before taking Denise into a tight embrace and locking lips with her.

They kissed passionately by the front door as Catherine watched intently. When the kiss ended, Trudy took Denise by the hand and turned to lead her to the couch when she realized Catherine was there watching her.

“Oh!” she yelped. She turned to Denise for an explanation.

“Trudy, this is my daughter Catherine. She’s experiencing some troubles at home and is staying with me for a little while. As it turns out, she is a little curious about my lifestyle so, I invited her to observe it first-hand. You don’t mind do you?”

Trudy smiled and scoffed, “Not at all. I’ve always wanted to have an audience!”

She pulled Denise closer and resumed the kiss from before. Catherine was surprised at the passion the two shared. She soon realized that the affair wasn’t casual. While they kissed, Trudy’s hands traveled from Denise’s cheeks to her shoulders and pushed the robe off her body. It fell down her back like water over a cliff. Denise was standing in front of her lover and her daughter naked as the day she was born.

Catherine couldn’t help but take in the beauty of her mother’s nudity. Despite her age, her skin seemed well tanned and firmly in place. Her breasts were somewhat large and hung nicely on her chest. She didn’t have muscle definition but she was sculpted well. Her posture as she stood kissing the young woman allowed her prominent features to become even more appealing to the eye. A goddess she was not, but she was certainly a diamond among gems.

Trudy’s clothes remained where they were for the moment while she helped Denise down to the couch. Catherine’s mother knew the routine. She leaned back, opened her legs and waited for her partner to tease her way to her pleasure center. Her daughter watched Trudy lock eyes with her lover as she kissed her way up the inner thigh and use the tip of her nose to stimulate Denise’s outer lips.

“Oh, Catherine!” her mother moaned, “You have no idea what you’re missing out on!”

Catherine didn’t respond. Her eyes were fixed on her mother’s partner and watched as her tongue went to work. She was fascinated with how careful and gentle Trudy was being. Catherine eased her hand inside her panties and used her finger to mimic the motions of Trudy’s tongue.

“How does it feel, Mom?” Catherine asked.

Denise turned her head and met her daughter’s gaze.

“A man has nothing on a woman’s ability to please one of her own,” Denise grunted. “Take your clothes off, baby. There’s no reason you can’t have an orgasm as well.”

Catherine started to slowly push her pants down here legs. She looked down and saw Trudy nod at her in encouragement. Her panties followed shortly after and she assumed the same position as her mother. Her legs were open wide and her hand was between them. Mother and daughter moaned and cooed together.

The soft, sexual ambiance in the room was broken when Denise gripped her daughter’s thigh and yelled, “I’m gonna cum! Finger me!”

Trudy did as she was instructed; inserting two fingers into her lover’s canal. Denise’s body erupted in orgasmic pleasure. She writhed back and forth, pushing the lower half of her body toward her lover’s fingers. She forced them deeper inside her, intensifying her orgasm.

“Fuck! Catherine!” she cried out.

Catherine continued imagining the dark haired woman from her fantasies as she masturbated to the show that was taking place in front of her. She soon realized that she might have moved to participate if her mother’s lover’s hair was darker. She knew it would have been something as simple as that. Regardless, she soon experienced her own orgasm. It wasn’t as powerful as she imagined her mother’s being but she enjoyed it regardless.

She figured once she came, she would lose interest in the scene. Instead, she eagerly watched Trudy disrobe and both women go through nearly every possible girl-on-girl pleasure pose she could think of and a couple she couldn’t. The treat was at the end. The passion at the beginning wasn’t just a warm up exercise. They wound up on the floor holding each other and talking the way lover’s do.

Catherine sat in revered silence. She had watched her mother engage another woman in the most intimate of moments. The image of the faceless woman in her fantasies kept coming back to her. Learning of her mother’s activities and watching her act out one of her own private fantasies drove her to make a decision that would change her life in ways she never imagined.

Reality caught up with Catherine as her mother and young lover were saying their goodbye’s, She watched them trade a tender kiss at the door and her mother walked back to the couch. She retrieved her robe from the floor and put it on.

“Well, what did you think?” she asked her daughter.

Catherine decided not to disclose her fantasy to her mother at that time.

“I was surprised at your enthusiasm but most of all, how into each other you both were. If we hadn’t talked about it beforehand, I would have thought you two to be lovers,” she said.

“It’s less about fucking and more about the passion. Don’t get me wrong. I love sex with Trudy but there’s no replacing a good flesh and blood cock.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Catherine said with measured disappointment.

Denise sat next to her daughter and put her hand on her upper thigh. Her fingers drifted further between her legs than Catherine had permitted anyone but her husband to ever go. She was oddly at ease with the sensual invasion.

“Catherine, sex isn’t about the physical touch but the connection it implies. You connect with your husband but you have bland sex. He pounds his cock in and out of you, dumps his cum into you and you both call that a done deal. Do you enjoy that?”

Catherine was becoming emotional. She shook her head quickly in lieu of revealing her distress. Her vulnerability was not lost on her mother.

“Oh, Catherine. Do you think I confessed my activities and showed you my lifestyle to boast or whatever? I simply wanted to open you up to some new opportunities and show what they can offer you.”

They talked the rest of the evening without Catherine revealing her secret fantasy. They ate pizza while Denise talked about her various lovers and the backstory behind each of them. Catherine went to bed early that night and laid awake thinking about the scene that played out in front of her that night. Her hands roamed her body thinking of the young woman between her mother’s legs. The sights and sounds filled her head as she masturbated to orgasm again. She imagined herself in her mother’s place. Her hand contained a fist full of the faceless woman’s long dark hair. She imagined the tip of a well trained tongue flicking her clit.

She fell asleep more satisfied by her self-induced orgasm than she ever had before. She wanted more.

***

A week later, she was still staying with her mother. They had scant conversation about what took place the week before until Catherine’s curiosity overcame her. She asked her mother if she wanted to order food.

“Pizza?” Denise asked.

Catherine nodded with a sly grin on her face.

“You should know by now I’m always up for that. Did you want a repeat performance or would you like to see something new?”

Denise figured her daughter wasn’t quite ready to participate.

“I’d like to see something new,” Catherine responded.

“Sausage it is!”

Catherine and her mother both disappeared to their rooms. Denise showered quickly and donned her silken robe. Catherine showered and put on the clothes she had before, minus her panties and bra. She looked herself over in the mirror and felt slutty for daring to be seen without her undergarments on; even if no one could possibly know without her permission.

They met in the sitting room just as the doorbell announced the presence of the delivery boy.

“Well, hello!” Denise said as she open the door.

Catherine could hear a man’s voice and tried to not peer around the corner and seem too eager. She heard her mother and her male friend make idle chat in the doorway and waited impatiently for her to bring her toy in. When it seemed as if things weren’t progressing at all, she lightly cleared her throat. Denise poked her head around the corner and gave her daughter a playful glare. Catherine motioned eagerly for her mother to bring her friend into the room so they could get started. Her mother put a single finger up to demand patience from Catherine.

Eventually, her mother walked in with her friend in tow. Her mother’s face drew her attention away from the nude male following her. When she noticed, her eyes went directly to the man’s cock. She gasped at the size of the rod pointing out straight in front of him. She looked at her mother then the man she brought in. A second gasp drew giggles from her mother. The man her mother summoned to her home looked to be a mere boy.

“He’s legal, Catherine, I assure you!” her mother said without prompting.

Catherine felt older than her years. She watched him carefully as he moved on his own to a position in front of her. He stood merely a foot away from where she sat and gave her a close up look at the broad side of his cock. Her mother was on her knees quickly in front of him. She gripped the young man’s cock in her hand and moved it around to show her daughter the true size of it.

“Just look at what you can do with practice, my dear,” her mother said.

With that, she opened her mouth and slowly took the tip in. Her tongue extended and danced around the tiny hole at the tip. She progressively took more and more into her mouth until his cock was tickling the back of her throat. Catherine watched with wide eyes while she watched her mother deep throat her boy toy’s cock.

Denise’s hand joined the ballet of fellatio that her mouth was staring in. Catherine almost snickered as she wondered how many cocks her mother had to have in her mouth in her past to get as good as she clearly was.

The young man moaned and groaned. His head was tossed back and his eyes were closed as he received the blowjob he had been waiting for the entire drive over. Soon, his fingers were running through Denise’s hair. She knew what that signal meant and picked up her pace. When she knew the moment was imminent, she pulled her lover’s cock from her mouth and turned to face her daughter.

“Watch this, babe,” she said with a large smile on her face.

Denise’s eyes met his and pointed his rod at her chest while she jerked his cock. A loud grunt filled the room when the first rope of cum shot from the end of the rock hard cock. Four shots later, the man stood as still as before; observing the artwork Denise made of his cum on her chest. Catherine was unimpressed.

“I’ve seen that before, Mom,” she said.

She looked up at his face to get his reaction when she revealed the status of their relationship. He appeared unfazed.

“Yes, I already told him and him drenching my tits wasn’t what I wanted you to see,” she said.

Just then, he spun Denise around and pointed his still-hard cock at her pussy and began pushing in.

“Fuck! I don’t think his cock ever gets soft!” Denise announced as she involuntarily bent over to receive the stiff rod inside her.

He pushed in without delay until there was no more shaft exposed to the cool air. He began pumping in and out of her. Denise couldn’t help but brace herself by gripping each of her daughter’s knees. Catherine leaned back and watched the scene unfold. His hands tightly gripped her mother’s hip bones. She could tell he was focused on watching his cock slide in and out of his lover. Her eyes shifted to her mother’s face. Her eyes were closed tightly and her mouth opened just slightly.

Catherine lifted her skirt and allowed her fingers to move softly over the folds of her own pussy. She was getting wetter by the second and within minutes, her fingers were slowly pushing in and out of her hole. Setting aside the obviousness that it was her mother being fucked right in front of her, she felt comfortable and safe enough to expose herself and do what came natural to her. She looked down to her moistened fingers and back up to find her mother’s eyes open, watching her. She continued masturbating while meeting her mother’s eyes.

“Does it feel good, baby?” she asked in a raspy voice.

Catherine could only nod slowly.

“He could fuck me for hours,” she grunted. “Do you want his cock?”

Catherine became startled. Her fingers stopped in mid-motion. She was at a crossroads and the answer that felt the most comfortable with frightened her the most.

“Insanity,” she meekly whispered.

“What is it…” her mother started before Catherine lunged forward and kissed her mother deeply on her lips.

“Oh, fuck,” the young man grunted from behind Denise.

His piston motion became feverish. He’d never seen anything like it and he knew it was going to push his over the edge if something didn’t change.

Catherine let the moment take control. Her hand went behind her mother’s head and pulled it between her legs. Denise was surprised at the revelation but went to work. She was delicate and aggressive at the same time. Catherine tossed her head back to not let the person pull from the pleasure. Once her mother really got to work, Catherine’s memories of her fantasy flooded her mind. Her eyes flew open and her head lurched forward.

It was everything her fantasy described. She had a fistful of a brunette woman’s hair and that woman was eating her out. It was the realization of a long lived fantasy and of all the people in all the world, it was her mother.

“Mom,” she whispered, knowing her first orgasm was well on its way.

Denise didn’t say a word. She was lost in the moment as well. So lost were the mother-daughter couple that both forgot about the man fucking Denise. They both were so far drawn from reality that they missed another flood of cum flying from his cock and landing on Denise’s back. The scene carrying on in front of him kept his sexual energy charged. He pushed back inside Denise as he watched her go down on her daughter.

Catherine on the other hand was nearing an explosive orgasm and gripped her mother’s hair harder and harder until the spark came that ignited the imminent explosion within her. Her body became taught. Her muscles tightened throughout her body. Her face contorted with both orgasmic bliss and a confusing set of emotions.

Denise sucked her daughter’s clit into her mouth and her tongue ran circles around it until she knew Catherine couldn’t take any more. She underestimated the power of her daughter’s orgasm. Catherine began to fervently push her mother away as the sensitivity between her legs grew to unbearable levels.

“Mom,” she grunted. “Too much… no more!”

Denise released slowly and returned to the reality of having a sizable cock plowing in and out of her cunt.

“Oh, shit! Go faster!” she demanded.

As he picked up the pace and set himself up for his third orgasm, Catherine took stock of what transpired on the couch. Thoughts of fantasy and reality blending together flooded her mind. She covered herself quickly and pulled a large pillow to her. She hugged it like a child who was pouting. She refused to watch her mother being fucked from behind any longer. Instead, she turned her head and stared blankly at the far wall. That didn’t protect her from the sounds of bodies slapping together.

After a couple minutes, she looked back and saw the young man looking at her. She felt disgusted and got up to leave. She went to the room she was staying in, swiftly removed her dress and shamed the nude figure she saw in the mirror.

“How could you?” she said, narrowing her eyes at herself.

She felt disgusted. She snatched her bath things and stormed off to the bathroom. She started the water and got in while it came out of the faucet still cold. The shock steadied her mind and she stood thinking about everything and anything at all. It all came to her like an unwanted list. First her husband cheated on her. Then she recalled her mother basically confessing to be a reverse whore. Finally, her fantasy that she had masturbated to for many years was realized in her mother’s house. Worse, it happened while her mother was being pounded from behind by the pizza boy.

The water was hot; flowing over her body while she paired the face of her mother to the faceless woman in her fantasy. She then imagined all the ways she could have ever made it happen on her own. Each scenario lightened her heart and stirred her loins. She realized her mother was right.

“I am a prude,” she thought.

Her mind went to her husband. She thought about the event that brought her to her mother’s house. Women’s panties in his clothes.

“Did he want me to find them? Why? What would be the point?” she wondered.

She was having a full blown discussion in her head when a knock came to the door.

“Catherine?” her mother asked loudly.

“What?” she responded rudely.

“When you’re done, I want to talk with you,” she responded.

She knew that phrase and especially that tone. It hadn’t changed since since her first memories of childhood.

“She doesn’t want to talk with me. She wants to talk at me,” she thought as she turned the water off.

It was as if time went backward and she was a child again dreading an imminent lecture. She opened the door and looked both ways. She didn’t put it past her mother to be waiting just outside the door. When the coast was clear, she darted to her room. She kicked her previous clothing into the corner and put on her pajama pants and one of her husband’s t-shirts she packed in the haste of getting her things together.

She drifted out to where the debauchery took place earlier and there was no sign of her mother. There was no sign that anything out of the ordinary took place at all. Hunger struck her and she began to look for the pizza that was ordered. In the middle of her search, a voice came from the hall.

“If you’re looking for the pizza, it’s in the fridge. There’s a few slices missing. The poor boy expended a lot of energy and still had half his shift left.”

Catherine was not in the mood to hear about the man who fucked her mother while she watched. Her mother’s voice soothed her, though. She smiled lightly while the slice of pizza heated up in the microwave. Her mother approached her from behind and wrapped her arms around her waist.

“Will you talk about it?” she asked.