Stuart was twice my age. Twice the age of any guy I’d been with, but his meat was as sweet as any and he had stamina. This man was experienced and he made me work him for what seemed an eternity. Back and forth, licking him and sucking. My hands caressing and squeezing powerful thigh muscles. All the while my pussy raged.
It was when he gripped my face and came into my mouth that two things happened. To my shock, I orgasmed. A spontaneous event I’d never experienced before. The other was that I remembered some of that evidently vast experience had been gained between my mom’s lips. I struggled in his grip, swallowing to avoid choking as my knees trembled with my own excitement. Then he let me go.
“Uhh.” I pulled away sharply.
“Oh god. I shouldn’t have done that. You shouldn’t have.
Fuck. What am I going to tell Mom?”
I struggled to my feet, my legs wobbled and my head spun in a mixture of ecstasy and horror.
“Everything. She won’t mind.”
“Won’t mind?”
I was incredulous. Lust and hunger were replaced with fear, disgust, and self-loathing.
“She’ll go crazy.”
“Your mom and I aren’t what you think.”
“Woah.”
I put my hand up.
“I can understand the whole open relationship thing. But she’s my mom. I’m her daughter. I think that’s a no-no under any circumstances.”
“Not ours. She’s already told you it’s okay.”
I gasped.
“I didn’t think she was serious. She can’t have been. That’s not normal.”
“I have a different view of what’s normal. So does your mom now.”
My head was racing.
“What are you talking about? She won’t have when she knows about this.”
I pushed my hair back as the cold fingers of panic began to climb up my spine.
“Christ. It’s like being an extra in the Stepford Wifes.”
No matter what she’d said. How could she not be mad?
“Oh my god. Please. You can’t tell her.”
“She knows. She knew before she left this morning. She’s taking her time so we can get to know each other.”
“I don’t think she quite meant…”
He was smiling at me like I was some kind of idiot.
“Are you saying that she said you could…”
“Yes. She wants you to experience the same joy she does.”
I couldn’t process what I was hearing. I stood up hunting out a tissue to wipe my mouth.
“No.
This is wrong.”
I ran for my room. I’d let my guard down too much and now I’d done something that to my mind was unforgivable.
“Why are we out here?” Mom asked.
I looked out over the rolling waves to where the deep blue of the ocean met the lighter hue of sky. I felt calmed by the roar and the smell of salty air. I’d insisted she brought me here. Somewhere public, but not too public. Away from the house and away from Stuart.
“I wanted to see you alone. Without… him.”
I kicked the sand with my bare feet. It was dry and grainy. My mouth felt the same through the fear gripping me. I was convinced this was the moment my world would come crashing down.
“I did something stupid this morning and I have to tell you before he does.”
Mom walked on getting closer to the froth rolling up the beach. The next few moments were going to destroy my life but it needed to be done because the alternative would be even more horrendous. I took a deep breath and blurted it out.
“Something happened between me and Stuart while you were out this morning. I’m so sorry.”
I braced for my world to come crashing down. Instead…
“Well. That’s fine. I said you could.
Did you enjoy it?”
What the fuck? I stared at her. She hadn’t reacted at all. She hadn’t even turned around. Instead, she kicked her shoes away and stood watching the ocean lap around her ankles.
“Mom. I… I sucked his cock.” I said with purposeful bluntness. I was determined to get some kind of response I recognized. Something normal.
“And I said it’s okay.”
Damn. That same calm voice as though I’d just dripped milk on the table. I calmed. Confusion taking over from the fear.
“Mom. What’s going on? ”
I stared at her trying to recognize who this woman was.
“None of this is normal. You’re not normal. Neither is he.”
She turned back to me and sighed. Just as she used to when I was a child and she was about to explain something she thought I might not understand.
“What’s normal?” She shrugged before continuing.
“I think… normal is anything but normal. We’ve all just been living a lie. We’re told to be monogamous, conditioned to be ashamed of sex, and to hide our bodies away.
I’ve embraced a new lifestyle. One where the human body is to be celebrated and sex is a pleasure to be enjoyed. Between all of us. Not some stuffy thing to be hidden away in shame.”
I was stunned.
“What are you talking about? What have you done?”
In my mind, I’d committed some terrible and unforgivable crime. But it was time I faced up to the fact my mom was involved in something far deeper.
“I live at Stuart’s house now. But not how you think.”
I stood squeezing the sand between my toes and waited for the killer line that I could see coming even as I failed to figure out what it was. When she spoke again I think my heart stopped.
“I’m kind of… I don’t know. A sex toy, a slave, a submissive. They’re all the wrong words because I’m none of those but I don’t know how else to describe it. I volunteered myself and I love every moment of it. It’s what I want.”
Time seemed to stand still as I processed her words. Only the breeze blowing my hair around touched me and I wished it would blow me away. Back to a world I understood.
“This week is the first time I’ve worn clothes and been out of his home in months. And the only reason I have… is for you.
I gave up my career to do this and I haven’t a single regret.”
“Wha…”
I glanced around to be sure no one was too close. There were a few other people around but all were a good distance away.
“You’re a sex slave?”
I shook my head in disbelief.
“I think you’ve watched Fifty Shades of Grey once too often Mom.”
“It’s wonderful. Sex all day, every day. I’ve explored every aspect of it. Experienced bondage and fetishes I didn’t know existed. The pleasure is immense. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be driven mad with need and then for it not to stop. To feel the pleasure of your body quaking over and over while your mind is looking down on you.
I do what Master wants. And I do it because I want to.”
“Master?” I was incredulous.
“Are you play-acting?”
I still couldn’t quite grasp it.
“That’s how I address him normally. What you’ve been witness to this past few days is the performance. For your benefit.
You should know the truth now.”
She took a breath and glanced back along the beach searching for the same strength I couldn’t find.
“You want out of uni. You could join us. Be part of it. Be like me. Master wants it.”
“I bet he does.”
“But so do I. We both want you to experience the pleasure we do. To pursue all your physical desires to complete satisfaction. Free of society’s constraints.
