My daughter Morgan had just graduated school and was moving in with me for awhile to figure out what was next. She didn’t She didn’t have a job offer but she was interviewing and we were sure she’d find something soon.
I actually loved having her home. Almost the moment she went to college her father told me he was unhappy, had met someone else, and was moving out. I was devastated. I knew we didn’t have the perfect marriage, but I didn’t think it was much different than others.
In retrospect I wish I could say the divorce was all his fault, but it wasn’t. I’d become complacent. We’d both let ourselves go a bit, but that wasn’t the issue. In fact the woman he ended up with was probably heavier than me. It was more about being connected emotionally. I’d got wrapped up in my career and kids. I kind of put them before my marriage. I think he tried, but then gave up.
We had a reasonable divorce. We both ended up with what we deserved. Neither was mad. We just moved on. It was interesting. I bought this house after the divorce, so neither of the kids had lived here. My son 22 had graduated college at the time, my daughter just leaving. They both spent some of their summers with me but they worked and were out. This was never their home.
About my daughter’s senior year I took stock of myself. I was 44. What did I want out of life?? Although I claimed I’d been devoted to my children. They were no longer home. Now my last one would be graduating. What did I want to be?? I’d become fat and kind of boring. I didn’t socialize much. Most of our friends had been couples. They kind of drifted away after the divorce.
I started working out and dieting. I took a few classes just to get me out of the house. I started to feel better about me. I still didn’t socialize much, I really didn’t have anyone to socialize with, but I looked and felt better. I was down to 135 on my 5’5″ frame. I’d let my hair grow out from the short, mom, ugly, but easy to care for cut to below my shoulders.
I must’ve looked good because when Morgan saw me the first thing she said was, “Gee mom you look great. Have you been working out”
Coming from Morgan that was a real compliment.. Morgan was beautiful. She was 5’3, 110, with long dark hair almost down to her ass. She looked amazing.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’ve been going to the gym four times a week.”
“Well, it shows,” she said.
We got into our regular conversation. How was school, what her plans were, how was the job search. Was she dating anyone.
She usually said no to the last question but this time she surprised me.
“I’m kind of seeing a guy, this guy Ben. He lives about 10 minutes from here.”
“Kind of dating?” I asked.
“Well, I’m not dating anyone else, but I doubt he’s exclusive,” she explained.
“Do you want him to be exclusive,” I asked.
“I don’t think he’s the exclusive type, but we’ll see. Right now I love how he makes me feel,” she responded.
We settled into a routine. Morgan got a part time job while she continued to look for a job in her field. Every once in awhile she’d see Ben. He never visited. I asked her why and she told me he was busy. I didn’t get a lot of information about Ben.
Then one day I came home from work early. I had some errand to run so I took a half day. There was a strange car in front of the house. A nice car. I don’t know my cars but I knew this one was expensive. I didn’t think much of it till I opened the door.
There was Morgan. She was bent over the back of the couch and she had her jeans and panties pooled at her feet. She had a look of ecstasy on her face. Behind her was one of the best looking guys I’d ever seen. He had his shirt open showing an amazing six pack. His pants were undone. He had his hands on her ass and was obviously having sex, no, fucking her. I stood there for a moment in shock.
“Morgan,” I exclaimed.
“Shit,” Morgan breathed. Then, “Ben.”
Ben turned to look at me. “Hi, you must be Morgan’s mom,” he said.
No embarrassment, he didn’t stop. Morgan groaned. He just kept fucking her.
She moaned again. Then she said, “I’m sorry mom,” but she made no effort to stop him.
I didn’t know what to say. I was mesmerized. I just stood there and watched.
Morgan started to moan louder. Then she started. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, oh my god you feel so good, I’m sorry mom, oh god, yes, yes, yes.”
She screamed, “I’m so sorry mom, fuck me, fuck me, I’m cumming.”
Her whole body shuddered. I could tell she’d had an orgasm. He just kept fucking her.
“Cum for me,” she said. “Cum for me. Please cum in me. Cum on me. I don’t care, just cum for me.”
He looked at me and smiled. I saw his body stiffen. He pulled his cock out of her and he was already spurting as he pulled out. Semen dripped out of her pussy and after he pulled out rope after rope of cum shot out all over Morgan’s ass.
She moaned as it did, “Fuck yes. That feels so good.”
As I watched him cum on her ass I saw his cock. It was glistening with her juices and his semen. At the time I thought it was a foot long. I now know it’s only 9″, but still. I wondered how that thing fit in my little girl.
Finished cumming Ben stuck his semi hard monster back in his pants and started to zip up. Morgan turned around and kissed him, “Thank you,” she said.
“I have to go,” said Ben. “Nice to meet you.” He said to me and left.
I just looked at Morgan. There she was, naked from the waist down, with cum on her ass. I had no idea what to say.
“What the hell was that,” I finally said.
“That was Ben,” she said.
Now I was getting angry. “I fucking know that was Ben. What the hell were you doing in my living room?” she exclaimed.
“He came over to fuck me,” she said matter of factly. “That’s where he wanted me.”
“And you just let him come and have sex with you?” I demanded.
“Anytime he wants,” she replied.
“And you let him ejaculate on you like some slut?” I went on
“If that’s what he wants,” she said.
I didn’t know what else to say.
“I don’t even know what to say to you,” I said.
I looked at her standing there, half naked, cum dripping down her ass.
“Go get dressed,” I said. “I’m going to go change.”
As I headed to my room my mind was going a mile a minute. What the hell was Morgan thinking. I had a ton of emotions going through my head. How could my daughter be such a slut? Did she really just do what this guy asked? He was amazingly good looking. I tried to push that thought back. That big glistening cock came to mind. My god, how did she take all that? I wondered how it would feel. I pushed the thought back. Concentrate, concentrate I thought. This is about Morgan not about that good looking guy with that big thick cock.
As I was changing I was having trouble staying focused. I could feel my pussy getting wet. I could picture the hot cum squirting on Morgan’s ass. I could see the cum and Morgan’s juices on his cock as spurt after spurt hit her ass.
Dammit. Why couldn’t I focus. It had been years since I had sex and here was my daughter getting laid by a handsome man with a big cock.
I was in my panties and bra. It occurred to me that Morgan had her pussy shaved. I thought of my own bush, I kept it trimmed for my bathing suit at the pool.
Oh my god, why was I thinking these things. Seeing Morgan like that was disgusting. Cum shooting all over her from that magnificent cock. There I went again. I couldn’t focus. I had to lie down. I lay down naked on my bed.
I thought about watching Ben’s cock as he thrust it in and out of Morgan. His hand was in the way, I had to imagine it a bit. My hands dropped to my breasts. I caressed my nipples. I wondered how they would feel against Ben’s chiseled chest. One hand slid down to my pussy. A finger found my clit.
I couldn’t remember how long it’d been since I masturbated. It felt good. I pictured Ben’s six pack. His cock spurting rope after rope of cum. No one had ever cum on me. I wondered what the hot sticky cum would feel like on my body as I played with my clit. I pictured it splashing on Morgan’s ass. I had an orgasm. I lay there panting, mad at myself for getting caught up in the situation and being turned on. I wasn’t sure what to do next.
I threw on a pair of jeans and a top and went downstairs. Morgan was there in a pair of those little lace shorts that are popular today and a tank top. She looked the picture of innocence.
“We have to talk about what happened and set some rules,” I said. “You are certainly old enough to have sex but I’m not comfortable with you having it in my, I mean our house.”
“That’s just it,” she said. “It’s not really my house. It’s yours. I didn’t even grow up here.”
“Well, why can’t you have sex at his house?” I asked.
“Because I don’t know when he’ll want me,” she said.
“What? He just calls you when he wants sex?” I said incredulously.
“Mostly,” she replied.
“Why would you do that” I asked. I was shocked. “Where is your self respect?”
“Well. I like sex, and he’s the best I’ve ever had. I don’t really have or want a boyfriend, after all, I’m not sure where I’ll end up. So, when he wants me, I go. Otherwise he’ll replace me,” she said matter of factly.
I really didn’t know how to answer that. I pictured that gorgeous cock inside of her, how it would feel. My pussy tingled again.
Life went on, it was a month before the next incident. This time I was in bed. I heard her phone ring around 1:30 am and I heard her go downstairs and open the door. I went around the corner. He was standing by the door and she was on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Her face looked so tiny next to his cock.
I should have said something, or at least stopped watching. I did neither. I stayed at the top of the stairs and watched. She couldn’t get more than the head in her mouth. She had her hands wrapped around the shaft and jacked him off as she sucked and licked him.
She must have been wearing just a sleep shirt as he had pulled it off her leaving her naked on her knees. After a few minutes he picked her up like a little doll. He flipped her over on her hands and knees. I couldn’t help but focus on the big cock as he knelt down behind her.
She moaned as he entered her. Just like that they started having sex. I don’t think they said a word to each other. I could see that big cock entering her and when the light hit it, it would glisten with her juices.
I moved back hoping they wouldn’t see me.
“God yes,” said Morgan as he fucked her. “Fuck me. You can use me any way you want, just fuck me. I love your cock.”
Her body shuddered.
“Unnghhhh…yes,” she hissed.
I’m sure she had an orgasm.
“Oh my god, that was so good. No cock has ever made me feel the way you do,” she moaned. “Oh my god, oh my god, I’m cumming again.”
It was so hot watching them I just couldn’t stop.
He flipped her over and put her ankles on his shoulders. That big cock slid back into her.
He started pumping her with long quick strokes.
Then it happened. He looked up and saw me. I wasn’t sure what to do. He was obviously more confident.
“Hi,” he said looking straight at me.
“Hi?” Morgan repeated.
“Yeah, your mom is watching us,” he said like it was no big deal.
Morgan looked at me. I sat there like a deer caught in the headlights. I didn’t move.
“Hi mom,” she said, then started moaning again to Ben’s renewed thrusts.
I wanted to say something but didn’t know what to say. I sat there watching the obscene scene in front of me.
“Fuck yes,” Morgan moaned. “Unnngh, unggh, unghh, god that’s so good.”
Then she shocked me. “Mom, I love his cock,” she said to me. “It feels amazing.” Then she panted, “He always gives me the most amazing orgasms.”
“Oh my god mom, that was so fucking hot,” moaned Morgan. “I’m going to fucking cum!”
With that she started wailing. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming, fuck yes, see mom, I’m cumming. Give me your cum. Come on, give it to me,” she came with a “God yes!”
A few more thrusts and Ben pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I was again fascinated watching that cock glisten with Morgan’s juices as he stroked it.
After a few strokes he started to cum. Again ropes of cum spurted out. This time all over her face, breasts, and belly
Ben looked at me and smiled. “”Hope you had fun,” he said to me. Then to Morgan, “See ya.”
I was incredulous. “He just comes and fucks you?” I asked in a meek voice.
“Whenever he wants,” she answered. “I better shower.”
She got up and walked past me, cum glistening on her skin, completely naked, to the shower. I sat there a minute longer then went to my room. I had a lot to think about.
I got to my room totally disgusted with myself. How could I have done such a thing. Why didn’t I stop it.
My mind went to Morgan’s naked body glistening with cum as she walked by me. I wondered how that felt. It seemed so dirty, but I couldn’t get it out of my mind. My ex only came inside me. I mean, maybe a hand job or two when we were first getting to know each other but that was nothing like this. I used a washcloth to not get cum everywhere. Now here I was wondering how it felt on my skin.
Lying naked in my bed I pictured the entire scene. Once again my hand fell to my pussy. I was wet. I started playing with my clit. I hadn’t masturbated for a few months and now I’d done it twice imagining my daughter getting fucked. I came with a low moan.
I fell into a fitful sleep. The next morning I woke up to the smell of coffee brewing. Morgan was obviously up. I kind of dreaded facing her. I had no idea what to say.
When I reached the kitchen she was there in a t shirt and little string bikini panties.
“Good morning,” she said like nothing happened.
I could not just ignore it. “I, I, I, don’t know what to say,” I stammered.
“What do you feel?” she asked.
“Feel?” I mumbled.
“Yes, feel, that’s the second time you watched us. How did it make you feel?” she continued. “Dirty? Sexy? Horny? Disgusted? Curious? We are grown ups. How did you feel?”
She asked me so matter of fact honestly, I thought about it.
“Well, I’m really uncomfortable with Ben just showing up to have sex with you.” I started.
“Well, then why don’t you break it up, say something, why do you stay and watch?” she asked.
“I guess, I’m fascinated. I haven’t had sex for years and even then it was pretty tame,” I said honestly.
“And…?” she pursued
“Ok, ok, his big cock turned me on. I’d never seen anything like it. I’d never watched anyone have sex, that part was a turn on,” I admitted.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” she said.
“Yes it is. It’s disgusting. I watched my daughter have sex twice. What’s wrong with me?” I asked.
“Well, I kind of got off on you watching. It was so naughty. It made me feel so dirty. It was a turn on,” she said. “So there must be something wrong with me too.”
I thought about it. Obviously I felt the same way, I watched, I masturbated after. I liked the way it made me feel when it was happening.
I sighed. “I guess,” I said.
“Well,” she said. “I don’t mind. I like it. Ben likes it. Ben likes it a lot.
We didn’t talk about it again for a week when Morgan announced Ben was coming for dinner.
“I’m not really comfortable with that,” I said
“Oh? So it’s not my home?” She countered.
I thought about it. It was my home, I paid for it. When she was younger I never would have let this man in my house. But, at the time I kind of felt guilty about the fact it really wasn’t her home. Looking back I realize that I was justifying.
The truth was I wanted him to come over. I just didn’t want to admit it at that time. I used her reasoning to talk me into it.
“Ok,” I finally said.
It was the day Ben was coming for dinner. All week I had had butterflies in my stomach. It’s was part dread, part excitement.
What would I say to him? Twice he’d caught me watching them have sex, what did he think of me? What would I say if he decided to fuck Morgan again? How should I react? I had no idea what to say or do and now he was coming for dinner.
My first problem, what to wear. I don’t know why this was even on my mind. He was coming to my house for a casual dinner. I usually wear jeans and a t shirt around the house, why should today be different? Yet here I was staring at my closet.
I pulled out a pair of dress jeans I knew fit pretty snugly. I knew they showed off my ass. I rarely wore them. Then for a top I chose a short sleeve top that showed some cleavage and just barely missed the top of my pants leaving a little skin to show when I moved. Satisfied I jumped in the shower.
While in the shower I again thought about Ben’s handsome face and six pack abs. I pictured his big cock entering Morgan. Slowly my hand found my clit. As I rubbed it I felt the trim bush. I pictured Morgan’s shaved pussy. I reached for a razor.
When it was clean and bald I again started playing with my clit. My thoughts started racing. Why did I just shave my pussy? Did I want someone to see it? Did I want Ben to see it? Did I want that big cock?
In my head I pictured it fucking Morgan. I continued to play with my clit. I wondered what, if anything, Ben would say about my shaved pussy. I fingered myself to an orgasm.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I sat on my bed with the towel wrapped around me. What was wrong with me? This was my daughter’s boyfriend. Well boyfriend was too strong a term. Lover? No, even that implied too much. They were fuck buddies. I giggled a bit. Why was I so judgemental? Hell, there were times I thought I could use a fuck buddy. I can’t deny I’d thought about it before.
I looked at the clothes on my bed and went to get underwear out of my drawer. I am normally a cotton bikini and utilitarian bra person but today I opened the other drawer. I admit, sometimes when I want to feel strong, or better about myself I wear sexier underwear. There is a sense of power knowing you have pretty underwear on. I pulled out a lace purple string bikini bra and panty set and got dressed.
I headed downstairs. Morgan was already there. Pleated miniskirt, crop top, over the knee stockings, wedges. She looked like some guy’s sexual fantasy. I felt both uneasy and a little jealous.
“You look nice mom,” she said
“Thank you, you look nice too!” I said.
“Uh huh, I saw how you looked at me,” she laughed.
“Well, you do look like a Britney Spears video,” I countered.
“Perfect,” she said. “Ben will love it.”
The doorbell rang. It was Ben. Morgan answered it. Ben looked great. He was over 6′ tall and lean. Great shoulders and a small 5 o’clock shadow. He was wearing a t shirt that clung tight around his chest and arms and loose around his waist giving you an idea of the muscled physique under it. He had on jeans that fit perfectly and showed off his ass.
Morgan kissed him and invited him in.
“Hi,” she said. “You kind of know my mom, Monica.”
I realized I’d watched them have sex twice but we were never introduced.
“Nice to meet you,” I said, instantly regretting it as I’d ‘met’ him twice.
“Nice to put a name to my peeping Tom,” he teased.
I stood there blushing. Morgan rescued me.
“Come on in,” she invited Ben.
“Thanks,” he said. “You look good enough to eat.”
“I’d like that,” she replied. “Maybe after dinner.”
I pictured her with his head between her legs.
“Let’s go sit down,” I said.
Dinner was actually very nice. Ben flirted with both of us. I blushed more, he teased me. I learned that Ben owned a lot of real estate. He’d started investing in high school. He was now 28 and fairly successful. He was actually a pretty together guy.
It was after dinner things got weird. As Morgan and I were clearing the dishes Ben just came out and said, “Dinner was delicious. I think a blow job and fuck would be the perfect ending to a perfect evening.”
My mouth just dropped open. I didn’t know what to say.
Morgan just replied, ” Here? Now?” Not like she was shocked, just asking so she knew what he wanted. Then she laughed, “Wait, didn’t you promise to eat me?”
He scooped her in his arms and sat her on the table. “That’s right, desert,” he laughed.
Like I wasn’t even in the room he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She lifted her ass to make it easy for him. I just stood there transfixed.
I wish I could say my first thought was stopping them, but it wasn’t. My first thought was trying to remember the last time someone ate my pussy. My husband had tried, but like I said, I was too tied up in myself and I think, again, he just gave up.
While I was ruminating about my ex, Ben got on his knees and flipped Morgan’s skirt up. I watched in fascination. There was no pretense of not watching. I just stood there. I couldn’t see much. He had her legs over his shoulders and his head between her legs. She was leaning back on her elbows, head back, making moaning noises. It was like I wasn’t even there.
At some point I realized I was there. Rather than trying to get them to stop I just thought I should leave the room. I didn’t move very fast. Instead I said, “Ummmm…,” and moved towards the other room.
Morgan looked at me. She held out her hand to me. “Oh my god mom,” she said. “He’s so good.”
I looked at her outstretched hand and then at Ben eating her. She’d laid back on the table. I could now see Ben clearly eating her pussy. I could see his tongue tracing circles around her clit. He softly sucked on it.
Her hand was still outstretched to me. Did she want me to take it? I couldn’t do that, I thought. How wrong would that be, holding my baby’s hand while she was having sex.
She turned to look at me. Pure lust on her face. “Yes, mmmmm, yes,” she moaned as he sucked on her pussy lips.
Her hand was still reaching for me. I wasn’t leaving the room. I don’t really know why. Instead I took her hand.
“Oh my god, fuck yes, yes, yes, fuck” she exclaimed as her whole body shuddered with an orgasm. “Oh fuck mom, that was amazing she said.”
I held her hand. I had no idea how to respond. The situation was wrong. I was in my kitchen, my daughter lying on the table, skirt around her waist, and I was holding her hand while this man, this incredibly sexy man, had oral sex with her.
I knew the situation was wrong yet I could feel the wetness between my legs and my heart beating faster. What kind of pervert was my daughter? Worse yet, what kind of pervert was I? I was ashamed, embarrassed, and yes, totally turned on.
I let go of her hand and kind of mumbled, “I have to go,” and I headed to my room. When I got there I shut the door and leaned against it. I felt like I had been chased. My heart was beating fast and I was panting, trying to catch my breath. Leaning against the door I could hear the sound of them fucking downstairs.
I could hear Ben, “That’s right baby. Give me that pussy. Fuck me. Show me how much you want my cock.”
“Oh god yes. I love your cock. You can fuck me anytime, anywhere, and anyway you want,” she practically hissed. “My pussy is so yours.”
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. I made the water as hot as I could stand it. The hot water started to calm me down. As it did my mind wandered to the scene in the kitchen. I pictured Morgan’s legs wrapped around Ben’s waist. His big cock stretching her pussy. I shook my head and tried to think of something else. I was becoming sex obsessed.
I dried myself off and lay down naked on the bed. I closed my eyes, Ben’s tongue between Morgan’s legs immediately came to mind. Him gently sucking on her clit. My hand went to my breast. It lightly caressed my nipple. Him gently kissing the lips of her pussy. I pulled on my nipple.
Ben was still there. I could hear them downstairs.
The heat washed over my body. I pictured Ben’s hard lean body leaned over her. My other hand went to my pussy. I was wet. As I touched my clit s shock went through my body. An orgasm washed over me. I jammed my fingers in my pussy and fucked myself with them. I thrust my hips into my fingers. I could feel my hot wetness soaking them.
As I fucked myself with my fingers I moaned, no, I grunted, loudly, louder than I thought.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh, ggmnnngh, uh, uh, uh…,” I was not easy on my pussy.
Just then, Morgan is in my doorway. I didn’t hear her come in. I stared at her blankly not quite realizing she was really there. Then I shrieked, and tried to cover myself with my hands.
“Don’t you knock!” I practically screamed.
“I did knock. You didn’t answer. I heard noises. I was worried so I came in” she answered.
I looked at her. She was still wearing her crop top, stockings, and shoes. Her skirt and panties were missing and I could see a slickness drying on the inside of her thighs.
I should have told her to get out, but I didn’t. I burst into tears.
“What’s wrong with me?” I wailed.
“Why do you think something’s wrong?” she asked.
“What? Why do you think? I’m sitting here naked, just caught masturbating by my half naked daughter after watching her have sex!” I practically shouted.
“I wasn’t haven’t having sex,” she said. “Technically when you were there I was getting eaten.”
The statement kind of shocked me. Not in a bad way, but a way that made me realize the absurdity of the situation. I gave a shy smile.
“I guess that’s true,” I giggled.
“I did get fucked after, and yes it was great,” she smirked. We both laughed.
“I bet,” I said. “He’s pretty hot.”
“I know, hard to resist,” she said.
“I have to say, watching him, and… um… you, was kind of hot,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Being watched was fucking awesomely hot,” she replied. “I don’t know why, but being watched by you was just nasty hot. I loved it, and… um… Ben really got off on it”
“He did?” I asked. I don’t know why I let that turn me on, but it did.
“Uh huh, a lot,” she said.
My mind went back to watching them. His hard body and large cock came to mind. My hand was on my breast. I softly rubbed it.
“I better go,” she laughed. “You look busy and Ben is still here.” Then she said, “you have fun,” and she left the room. I didn’t notice, but she left the door open.
It wasn’t long before I heard them again.
“That’s it baby, suck that cock,” I could hear his voice. “You know you love to suck cock. Greg really liked the way you sucked his the other day.”
What? Who was Greg? Why was she sucking his cock. Why did Ben not care?
I looked out my door and downstairs. Morgan was on her knees sucking Ben’s cock. Ben was standing in front of her holding her by the hair.
“Mmmm…,” she moaned around his cock.
“You liked being my little slut, didn’t you?” he went on.
She nodded as well as she could with a cock in her mouth.
Oh my god, I thought. My baby fucked two guys at once? What was happening to her? What did I do wrong?
As I watched her suck Ben’s cock, I wondered what that would be like. Did they take turns with her? What would that be like, I wondered. Did one watch? Did she hold both their dicks at the same time? Was Greg’s cock as big as Ben’s?
I watched Morgan suck Ben’s cock while picturing another guy there. Maybe holding his cock and jacking off while watching Morgan suck Ben’s cock.
Dammit, I thought. What the hell was wrong with me. Why was I thinking this way? Why wasn’t I appalled? Why was I concentrating on my daughter’s mouth wrapped around Ben’s cock. Worst of all, why was I wet and my pussy tingling.
Ben went on. “You little two holed slut, taking one in your mouth and one in your pussy. You looked fucking hot.
I tried to picture it. Morgan sucking Ben’s cock. The other guy must have been fucking her from behind. Or maybe the other way around.
“I loved watching you cum with two cocks in you,” Ben continued. “You looked so hot.”
She moaned again.
I sat there watching. My hand slipped to my breast.
Just then Ben looked up.
“Hi Monica,” he said. Then to Morgan, “Your mom’s watching again.”
I froze. I wasn’t sure what to do. I mumbled “I’m sorry,” and pointed to my room as if I was going to go there but, I didn’t move. All the while I kept eye contact with Ben. Monica just kept sucking his cock.
“Come here,” Ben said.
I just stood there. I just stared. My daughter sucking the big cock of this handsome man and I was just staring.
“Come here,” he said again, holding out a hand and beckoning me.
I started to move in his direction. I was focused on that hand. Ben nudged Morgan’s head. She stopped sucking his cock and looked at me.
“Hi mom,” she said. Come down.”
“Come on,” said Ben. He held that gorgeous cock and stroked it a bit.
My eyes were focused on that cock. I barely noticed Morgan stand up and approach me.
She took my hand. “Ben thinks you’re sexy,” she said.
My breath got tight in my chest. Ben thought I was sexy? This gorgeous man found me, 44, sexy. I could not remember the last time someone found me sexy. I was so wrapped in thought I didn’t really notice that Morgan had taken my hand and was leading me down the stairs.
I followed her blindly. Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered I was naked. Morgan was only wearing her over the knee stockings and shoes. Ben was naked. His hard muscles moved as he stroked his cock. My eyes stayed focused on that cock as Morgan drew me closer and closer.
All of a sudden I was standing next to Ben. I could feel the heat from his body.
He smiled at me. It was not a big grin. It was a kind welcoming smile. “You’re very beautiful,” he said.
I blushed. As I stood there I was aware I was naked, and even more aware that he was. I could still feel Morgan holding my hand.
“Thank you,” I said, rather automatically.
Morgan pulled my hand and, with her hand over mine, ran my hand over Ben’s hard abs. They felt hot to the touch. They felt strong, virile. My pussy was tingling.
Then, with her hand over mine, she guided my hand to his shaft. It felt like an iron rod wrapped in velvet. I could not get my hand entirely around it. Using her hand she started guiding me to stroke this massive tool. It felt heavy in my hand.
All through this I didn’t say a word. I was looking at Morgan. I was watching her eyes. I was looking for some understanding of why I was doing this. I know I wanted this, but why? This was not me. I rarely had sex. I almost never thought about it. I certainly didn’t think of my daughter when I had sex. Yet here I was. I was hoping she had an answer. Yet here we were, both naked, stroking this mans cock, like some kind of sluts. I felt I should say something, but didn’t know what?
Did being there with them make me feel younger? Maybe the idea that I was part of a group of 20 year olds that found me sexy made me feel sexy? I don’t know, but I realized I wasn’t stopping this.
Morgan smiled at me. I felt her light hand on my shoulder and we both dropped to our knees in front of him. Still stroking that beautiful cock.
His cock was now staring us in the face. I was amazed by the veins going through it. How much the circumcised head was bigger than the shaft. I just kept stroking it.
Morgan guided his cock to her face. There was a small drop of precum on it. She reached out with her finger and dabbed up the precum. She started to bring it to her lips but then changed her mind. Instead she reached over and spread it across my lips. I instinctively flicked my tongue out to lick my lips. They tasted salty sweet. I liked it. Morgan smiled at me.
With both our hands wrapped around his cock she opened her mouth and guided his cock in. I watched in fascination as she wrapped her lips around it. I licked my lips. I wondered how it felt, how it tasted. I watched her lips stretch around the head and as she’d pull it back out and run her tongue around it. All that time, my hand was still wrapped around his cock, her hand wrapped around him and we were stroking him.
She let his cock fall from her mouth and started kissing and licking the shaft. As she did I felt her hand go to the back of my head. She gently urged me to his cock. Again I wondered why I was doing this, and even as I wondered I knew I was going to do it. Not only going to, but wanted too.
As she guided my head to it I opened my mouth to accept the tip. While she was pushing my head I was using my hand to pull it into my mouth. As the tip passed my lips I felt my mouth stretched. I liked it. I swirled my tongue around the soft tip. There was something about the velvet skin covering the rock hard shaft that I loved. I started stroking his cock faster.
While I sucked the tip Morgan encouraged me, “That’s it mom. Suck that cock. God you look sexy. Oh my god this is so fucking hot.”
Then since the whole episode began Ben spoke. “Mmmm, Monica, that’s so good.”
I felt elated. I could not remember the last time I gave a blow job and this handsome young man was complimenting me. loved it. I wanted to be good.
On the other side my daughter was telling me how hot I looked. My daughter, watching me give a blow job, and telling me it was hot. I realized I should have been disgusted. Instead I felt that warm tingling in my pussy. I liked that she thought it was hot. I wondered what was wrong with me. The idea that it was wrong turned me on.
I started licking and kissing the shaft like an ice cream cone. Licking the shaft and then sucking the tip back in my mouth. As I started licking the sides Morgan started licking the other side. She pulled my hand away and wrapped hers around his cock. We both continued to lick his cock. Monica would guide it into her mouth and then into my mouth.
At one point both our mouths were close to the same point. Our lips touched. Morgan looked at me. She moved her lips closer so they were definitely touching mine as we sucked Ben’s cock. Then, she pulled the cock away and kissed me directly on the lips.
My head was screaming, you’re kissing your daughter, but my body was being driven by my pussy and I kissed back. The fact that it was so wrong was turning me on. I kissed back with everything I had. My tongue swirled around hers. I sucked on her tongue and lips.
All of a sudden everything hit me. I didn’t know what to say or do. The only sound that came out was, ” Morgan?”
“It’s ok, I love you mom,” she assured me.
As she said it she gently laid me down on my back. I lay back on the floor. I could feel her arms guiding me. When I was on my back Morgan put her arms under my calves and pulled my legs up. She pulled them so far forward my ass lifted a bit off the ground.
I watched as Ben knelt in a position he could fuck me. I looked at Morgan again. Still holding my legs she kissed me again. As she did I felt Ben place the tip of his cock against my clit. I came immediately.
Not quietly. “Oh fuck,” I said as my body shuddered.
The tip of his cock started to enter me. I was wet. It met no resistance. he took his time slowly pushing into me.
“Oh mom,” Morgan said. “That looks so fucking hot.”
I reached my hand out to hold hers. She took my hand and bent down to kiss me. As she did she guided my hand to my tits. She rubbed my nipples with my hand as she kissed me. As she did Ben slowly fucked me. Every nerve in my body was tingling. I felt like I was strung out just waiting for the next orgasm to give me relief. Every time Ben slowly slid his cock in or out of me I could feel the lips of my pussy pull with each stroke.
Morgan held my legs as Ben fucked me. Then she bent her head down and started sucking on the nipple our hands weren’t playing with. I came again.
“Oh my god. Fuck yes,” I moaned.
Ben hooked my heels on his shoulders and Morgan let go of my legs. She used one hand to play with my clit while she sucked on and played with my tits. The moment she touched my clit I came again.
“Ohhhhh… shit… oh…fuck,” I barely breathed.
“He’s good. Isn’t he mom?” Morgan asked.
“Yes,” I hissed.
Ben had started fucking me harder and faster. I came again.
“See why I’m his slut?” Morgan said.
I looked at her and touched her face. “Yes, I do,” I said as another orgasm washed over me.
“Your his slut now too, aren’t you?” She pressed.
I hesitated. Did I want to admit that? But, I knew it was true. I’d fuck him anyway or time he asked. I’d do anything he asked. “We’re his sluts,” I replied.
With that Ben started pumping me harder and faster. I think I had 3 more orgasms.
“Ready for my cum?” asked Ben.
“Yes, give it to me. Anywhere you want,” I hissed.
Two more pumps and I felt him start to cum inside me. I felt powerful jets against my pussy walls. As he was cumming he pulled out. Cum sprayed on my pussy, my belly and my tits. It felt hot and sticky on my skin. I loved it.
Morgan reached out and stroked his cock milking the last spurts of cum out of his cock and onto my belly.
Ben rocked back and rested on his heels.
Morgan bent her mouth to my tit and started licking up the cum. Then with a face covered with cum and a mouthful she kissed me. I swallowed all the cum she gave me. I was enjoying the sticky feeling of the cum on my face as it dripped off her onto me.
I scooped some from my belly and fed it to her. She immediately kissed me with a mouth full of cum.
Ben said he had to go. He zipped up his pants and just left.
Morgan pulled me up to my knees. We hugged, getting his cum all over us.
All of a sudden I felt vulnerable. “Oh my god, what did I do?” I whimpered.
“You got fucked,” Morgan said matter of factly.
“I guess I did,” I replied with a shy smile.
I looked at Morgan. She was a sight. Naked and covered with cum.
I took her hand. “Let’s take a shower,” I said. We headed upstairs to my shower.
