Mum was sitting on the patio in the sun when I got home from DD's. She was wearing one of those men's type vests that have thin shoulder straps and a scooped front with a hem that reaches just beneath the waist, and bikini panties. She had been swimming and her long, wavy hair was hanging down straight framing her beautiful face and falling onto her bare, nicely tanned shoulders. She'd obviously just had it coloured, but then she was always doing that and now it was more an auburn then the various shades of ash or champagne blonde that had been for a few years now.
I couldn't see if the bikini panties were wet so I didn't know if she had been swimming naked, as she often did. I could see most clearly, though, that she was not wearing a bra, so I knew she would have been swimming topless, as she almost always does.
She looked fantastic, even with no make up.
"Was it a good shoot?" She asked, for she now knew I was doing glamour photographic modelling.
A couple of months ago, one of her friends, a professional photographer, had seen my entry in a studio's online portfolio of models. He had asked mum about it and downloaded the four or five shots and sent them to her. She had confronted me one evening. I naturally lied, but when she said for me to look at the shots on her PC, I had nowhere to go. So, I owned up to it and told her all about it, well not all, not about the extras, of course. She had been surprisingly cool about her twenty-year-old daughter stripping off to her undies and more and posing for photographers, but then my mum was always relaxed about most aspects of sex.
When I'd been looking at her PC, I had poked around a bit and had been amazed to find a file containing some tastefully erotic shots of her. 'No wonder', I had thought. 'She was so cool about me doing it!' I hadn't mentioned it to her, but that evening when I masturbated, it was those photos that were uppermost in my mind.
I had had similar sexual feelings about her for some time now. They had started some time ago, but had become more extreme that day when I arrived home unannounced and walked into the small gym behind the garage. I saw her and her personal trainer kneeling on a mat. His tracky trousers were round his knees, the top of her leotard was pulled off one of her breasts. She was holding his erect cock; he was cupping her bare breast. It looked as though she was just about to take him into her mouth, or slide his erection between her lovely tits.
Since then my feelings about her had become so muddled and confused.
When I had been in Spain with her there was a wet and cold day. I had gone to her room and she had said. "Come on let's cuddle up in bed and watch TV." A simple motherly gesture to her, but to me a suggestion that was full of sexually provocative undertones. We didn't cuddle up, but we did lay there for a couple of hours our legs often touching. I was trembling with excitement the whole time.
There had been several other occasions when I was with her and suddenly a rush of sexual want flooded through me. I didn't understand it and I found it hard to control. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, feel her body against mine. I wanted to make love to my own mother.
I knew I was bi. I had suspected that at school, but had found out for sure during the year and a half I spent at university. I found it out with Stephanie Gordon, an immensely clever economics student, a beautiful looking tall woman three years older than me. We had a fling all the time I was there and had carried it as best we could since I had left.
Despite knowing and being comfortable about being bi, but then most girls my age mess around with other females now and then don't they, it was not that easy to accept that those feelings extended to my mother. However, after experiencing them, with increasing intensity for the best part of a year now, I had to accept that they existed and desperately sought ways to handle them. So far, I had succeeded, but I had doubts as to how long I could control myself.
Mum, you see, had me when she was nineteen. She is only just forty, but could easily pass for early thirties, particularly in a nice light. Several times, we have been mistaken for s****rs, oddly by guys like pool attendants or men in bars!
She is stunning looking with a more rounded body and figure than mine and lustrous, long hair. She has fuller lips and bigger eyes than I do and other than our noses and chins, we do not look much like each other. I sometimes wonder if I am really hers, for even in temperament, attitudes and approach we are not alike. Her most striking feature, among many, is her breasts. They simply are awesome and are still firm and pert despite both my b*****r and me having suckled them when young. Actually, the word that always comes to my mind when I see them, as I could now underneath the thin vest, is luscious. They are full and round, firm yet wobbly as they should be and are capped with deep pink, quite large areola nipples with nicely sized nipples, even when unaroused.
"Yes it was fine thanks," I replied, pouring myself a glass of wine.
"And did you have a good time at Bec's?" she asked mentioning the friend I had used as the excuse for not coming in all night.
"Yes it was good to see her after all this time", I lied.
There probably wasn't all that need to tell porkies about spending the night with a guy, for mum really was cool about my sex life. I did not think she was quite ready yet, though, to learn that her daughter was sl**ping with a guy that was older than she was, and on top of that, if she met DD, he'd probably make a play for him, he was very much her sort of man!
"Have you had a nice morning?"
"Ok, I've done my laps, did some exercises and had my daily row with your father."
"Was it bad?"
"Pretty bad, the bastard really is getting mean, but then he usually does when he's trying to fund a new project."
Mum and dad had recently "officially" parted. It was probably the fourth time. This time, though, did look to be a little more permanent, for he had moved to Spain where he was trying to get a huge building development project underway. He had left mum with the house and two cars, the MINI Cooper S, she and I shared, and the Porsche Cayenne 4 x 4 which I hated. He was paying the household bills but not her credit cards. This meant she was not able to indulge her habit, feed her craving or satisfy her tremendous need ........ for shopping that is! Thus, the number of Jimmy Choo, Fendi, Gucci and Louis Vuiton bags had dwindled to a mere trickle making her as mad as hell.
It was also, why I now lived with her in the large six bedroom rambling house in the suburbs of Essex, just outside London. I had been living in a flat dad owned in trendy Islington, but that had gone by the board, so now I had a daily commute into London to get to college, and what a fucking drag that was, I hated it.
"How's it going?" I asked, pretending not to look but ogling like hell as she leaned forward to pick up the wine bottle, which I noticed was as good as empty. I glanced at my watch and saw that it wasn't yet noon.
"He's being so bl**dy-minded and I do think it really is over this time", she went on answering a different question to what I asked for I meant with the project.
I was on tenterhooks staring down the front of her vest. I could see the lovely golden globes jiggling as she moved, the flesh glistening and almost all of the deep pink of both of my mother's nipples. It was all I could do to stop myself reaching out, sliding my hand down the front of her vest and cupping her luscious tits. Of course I didn't. Instead I went to my room, stripped completely naked and imagined I was doing that, as I finger fucked myself to a moody, moaning and not at all satisfying orgasm.
I had heard the bleep as a message was left on my mobile just as James was running his tongue along the crease of my pussy. It didn't seem polite to stop him, especially as he was paying a hundred pounds for the privilege of orally giving me an orgasm.
I checked my messages in the cab on the way home after finishing the shoot in the studio in Hackney, a few miles from Central London. I used this studio as much as I could for it had good changing facilities for the models, including a shower. That was essential nowadays, for quite often I ended the session having had cum on my breasts or face and having been very wet between my legs.
I was not that surprised to see that the text message was from DD, David Durkins, my lover. Yes lover, not boy-friend, partner, intended or friend, but lover. Such an evocative word and apt description. I had met him when I was at university. He was a lecturer in his early forties, married with two c***dren and I felt, unusually for me, that he was drop dead gorgeous; I do not accord many men with that description! Not just to look at, but to talk to and to think with and both of the latter are far more important to me than the former. DD had a great body, a wonderful mind and a sparkling personality. On top of that he was a bit of a philanderer, had a wandering eye, fancied me and could fuck like a superman; what more could a girl ask for?
He was, of course, married. His type always are aren't they? She was a little older than him, about forty-four, when he and I started. She was petite and very slim, titless I called her, with short hair cut in a sensible style and I suppose, in an elfish way, she was quite pretty, a bit like Audrey Hepburn, but without the fab eyes. She had thin lips and slightly slitty eyes making her look hard and stern, which I learned from DD, was how she really was. Hard, stern, cold and standoffish. How the fuck such a warm, handsome, loveable catch as David had married her I had no idea, but then I am biased.
She is some sort of highflying civil servant and works on EU issues meaning she travels a lot to Brussels and Stuttgart. As both of their c***dren are at boarding school that usually provides DD and me with ample opportunities to pursue our affair. It had been even easier when I was at uni for he then lived in Bristol whilst the bitch stayed in London, they would meet at weekends. However, shortly after I left Bristol DD landed a great job at London University so he followed me up to the smoke, yeah I wish; it was pure coincidence, but a nice one. The only real fly in the ointment was that as Mister and Missus Durkins were both hugely successful and frantically busy careerists they had to have live in help in the large townhouse in Highgate. Luckily, she had a couple of afternoons and Monday evenings off so you can guess when I got my DD fixes can't you?
I text back.
Quite quickly a reply came through.
"Hi how are things?"
I took a moment or two thinking about my reply. I hadn't seen David for almost a month, actually when I thought about it, it was nearer six weeks and even though my sex drive isn't that high, that's a long time without full sex. He and the bitch were going through one of their regular attempts at mending their marriage and at such times, by mutual agreement, we had no contact.
"Gd ty and u?"
"With her, f awful, other things fine"
"Gr8." I sent back.
The phone rang.
"HI Sam," he said, his warm, chestnut voice sending a pang of something through my body.
"Hello David how are you?"
"Missing you, badly."
"So it didn't work then?"
"No, not properly, but we are staying together, for the c***dren."
I was pleased, for although I yearned for him and loved being with him, I didn't want that to become too permanent, I didn't want to be too tied or entangled and, quite frankly, I got a kick from the illicitness of our affair.
"Best way." I said, truthfully.
"But my resolve is fading Sam."
"How do you mean?"
"I still want you so badly."
"Sam I really do."
"I know but I do, don't you."
I paused before whispering. "Yes."
"When can I see you?"
"When do you want to," I replied a bit lamely.
DD and I have never played games with our affair. We are both very aware that it will never really go anywhere, in some ways that's its attraction. We know we sort of love each other, but equally we know we are not in love. It's sexual convenience for both of us that lies at the heart of our affair. So I did not have to play the "persuade me role". I had told him when he had said about the latest attempted reconciliation that I would wait, and I had, but now that was over.
"What are you doing now?"
He did not know about my modelling, after all why should he?
"Er just on my way home from college."
"You're still living with your mum are you?"
"So any chance this evening? Would you like to make a detour?" He knew that Highgate was broadly on my way home to Essex.
Fortunately, I knew the driver well, for I used him frequently to cart me and my gear to and from jobs.
"Hold on a mo," I said, covering the phone.
"Mike," I said to the driver. "Would you mind doing me a favour?"
"What's that Sammi?"
"Keeping my gear in your boot overnight, you're collecting me tomorrow."
"Sure, no problem."
"Thanks mate, so can you drop me in Highgate then?"
"Sure, no problem, heavy date?"
Feeling elated and excited I smiled. "Yes something like that" as I uncovered the phone.
"I'll be there in half hour David, have the kettle on won't you?"
"Fantastic, yes I will, see you soon then."
"Mmmm, very soon."
I phoned mum and gave her some yarn about meeting an old friend Becky, who she vaguely knew, but would not have a phone number or anything and that I was staying the night at her flat.
As we drove through North East London away from the rather depressing inner city deprivation of Hackney towards the leafy up market area of Highgate, I was thinking of the last time I had been to DD's house. It had been an absolute fucking disaster!
We had been out to lunch and we were both a bit pissed. I had hardly got inside the house and DD hadn't even closed the front door when were frantically kissing and tearing at each other's clothes. He got my top off and bra unclipped and I had undone all the buttons on his shirt while we were still in the hallway. I went to make for the stairs, but only got half way up when he caught me and pulled me down. He roughly, for that was what the mood demanded, got my jeans and panties round my knees as he held me face down on the staircase in real Renee Rouso, what a sexy woman she is, in The Thomas Crown Affair style. DD was on top of me pushing my legs apart and squeezing and pinching my bum as he prepared to enter me from behind. It was just as his hard, hot cock touched my pussy lips that the titless bitch came home!!!
You can see now why they had to be working at some sort of reconciliation!
He opened the door saying. "Well the kettle is on and that's all." He was stark bollock naked holding his mobile phone in his hand.
"Shush, don't say a word", he whispered as he pressed a few keys and showed me the number that was clearly international. He pushed the loudspeaker button and I heard his wife's voice. They chatted a bit in a distant and rather cold manner with her telling him she was just about to go to the official dinner. They finished the call with no affectionate sign off and certainly no, I love you, as many married couples do, even my mum and dad who clearly do not love each other. But at least, it was clear the titless bitch would not be disturbing us this time.
He took me into his arms and we kissed. It was sublime, it was tender, it was affectionate, it was passionate and so fucking exciting that I almost started to cum on the spot. I had never been kissed by a naked man when I was fully dressed. It's wonderful and I can thoroughly recommend it.
"So no surprises this time then," I whispered kissing his chest and slipping my hand between us to stroke his growing erection.
"Nope, no chance," he replied gripping both of my bum cheeks and pulling me harder against him before breaking away and going back to the front door saying. "But just in case," as he slid the bolts across.
He kissed me again, deep, hard and long and pressed the firm fullness of his, now, fully enlarged cock against my tummy. God it was sensational and made me so want him.
I moved back a few inches as he slid the jacket I was wearing over the tee shirt and jeans off my shoulders. His mouth engulfed mine, his tongue plunged into my throat and his fingers wiggled their way into the waist of my low cut jeans. He pushed them further down until both sets of fingers were digging into the fleshy fullness of the cheeks of my bum. He made me feel so rampant and adventurous. I leaned back, got hold of the tee and pulled it up. I pulled it up and up, across my waist, over my stomach past my breasts and over my head. I threw onto the black and white, tiled hallway floor. His mouth immediately went to my boobs searching for and finding my enraged nipples inside my bra. I reached into each cup and eased my tits out to give him better access and provide me with more pleasure. His mouth on those flaming pink buds after so long was fantastic and we both felt a further f***eful surge of passion and need.
"Ok bitch", he growled. "We've got some unfinished business haven't we?"
I didn't know what he meant, but I quickly found out.
He manoeuvred me towards the stairs, but it was not until we had fumbled our way up four or five with our mouths clamped together and our hands roaming the other's body that I realised what he meant. Fucking Renee Rouso I thought as again he pushed me face down on the stairs. Kneeling behind me, he pushed his bent leg upwards so it pressed right against my pussy. I squirmed against it and that was good, he pushed harder and I f***ed myself more firmly backwards. He was fucking me with his leg, I realised, as he built up the orgasmic sensations in me. At the same time as he was doing that, I felt his hands pulling at the waistband of my jeans, I wasn't wearing a belt. As a slavish follower of fashion, the waistband was more round my hips, round that fleshy part of a woman, than round my waist.
They were sliding down, with the brass button still done up and the zip in place. I felt my hips, then the upward swell of my bum then all of it being exposed. Oddly, at first, the sensation that was paramount in my mind was the slight chill I felt and the thought that hit me was relief that I had put panties on after the session, for sometimes I didn't
However, the time for rational sensations and thinking was gone. My jeans were now almost down to my knees and DD was pulling the thong to one side. Hey, hang on, no he wasn't. He wasn't simply pulling it to one side; no, he wasn't just moving the material, readjusting the gusset and exposing my pussy so he could get at it. He was yanking at it, pulling it, stretching it. "Oh fuck," I thought, my heart pounding, "he's going to tear it". And that's exactly what he did, he ripped the thong from me, making me whimper and moan with excitement and anticipation. It was an incredible feeling to have my knickers torn away from me.
Then all hell broke loose.
He was lying on my back his arms round me, his hands squeezing my tits and his fingers pulling my nipples. His cock was between my thighs that he'd f***ed open as far as the jeans round my knees would allow and his belly was squashed against the cheeks of my bum. I remember thinking what a deliciously sordid picture it was and momentarilly I wished that the titless bitch would once more turn up.
David was trying to push his way into me, but somehow it just wasn't happening and that certainly was not due to lack of lubrication on part, I was streaming.
"Oh fuck," he said in that charmingly slightly up-market accent, a little bit like Hugh Grant, I always thought.
"What's happening?" I asked, the feeling of frustration getting to me as much as it was to him. I went on jokingly. "Lost your hard on?"
"Don't be daft."
"Well I have heard it happens to older men now and then."
"Don't even go there", he admonished jokingly as he made another effort to get it up me. "It's the angle."
I moved around a bit, but still did not feel that glorious whooshy feeling as a man's erection surges right up your pussy.
He got hold of both my hips. "It's the fucking angle, you're at?" he growled as he lifted my bottom up a bit.
"I didn't know there was one," I muttered, being the smart arse even in such circumstances.
"A fucking ang ooooooooooooooooo,"
As I was part of the way through angle he got it right and thrust himself right up me. And boy was that good.
It really is such a fucking, enormously, horny feeling when a man's cock penetrates you. The sensations as he surges deep into your innards stimulating your outer and inner lips, your clitoris and the tender walls of that 'magic cavity' are amazing.
But it's more than merely the physical stimulation, isn't it girls? It's also the emotional buzz. The surge of adrenalin and the mental blast you get as you surrender, as he invades your body and takes your virtue as the two of you join so stunningly tightly together. As you become one not knowing where you end and he starts. Yes, there's all those mental and emotional stimulations as your lover starts to fuck you.
As DD started to fuck me, I started to cum. Whether the speed of that was down to not having had full sex for six weeks, whether it was the beautiful, wanton sordidness of being taken half-way up a staircase, whether it was because of the depth of penetration he got from being behind and slightly beneath me I don't know for sure. Probably a little of each, but also, and here comes the bitchy side of me, some of it was due to him wanting me in the marital home so soon after the titless bitch had left him on his own.
He had pulled and yanked me so I was almost kneeling on one stair with my elbows supporting me three or four stairs further up the staircase. My jeans were round my knees, the ripped remnants of my thong were flapping uselessly round my thighs, my legs were open and my bum was in the air. DD had his arms round me, one hand searching between my legs, stroking my lips and rubbing my clit, the other alternating between my tits and nipples as he slammed himself in and out of me and up and down my pussy. I was trying to increase my pleasure by reaching behind me and feeling his cock or balls that were slapping against my bum, but couldn't really reach properly
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he was moaning
"Yes, harder David, faster, fuck me harder", I groaned back.
I was looking over my shoulder at my naked lover fucking me when I saw him move his arms from around me. I was bent almost ninety degrees at the waist while DD was kneeling, his body pretty much upright. I could not see his cock going in and out of me, something I adore watching particularly in a mirror, but I loved seeing the thrusting movements of his hips and stomach as I felt those gorgeous sensations inside me.
I watched him run his hands over my bum then felt him squeeze both cheeks, hard. That made me grunt with pain, but as he held my flesh like that, the hurt feelings quickly subsided and combined with the wonderful sensations inside my pussy to send me further towards that wall of feelings that I knew would soon engulf me.
I could feel his urgency increasing and was pretty sure he was getting near; I knew I was right on the brink.
We were both moaning, groaning, grunting and sighing. We were both squirming, thrusting, pushing and grinding as together we began to cum.
He was holding my bum, his fingers digging deep into the soft, pliant flesh. Still looking over my shoulder, my bare breasts scr****g against the rough carpet, I saw him move his hand, but as it was along my bum I couldn't see precisely where. I felt something else apart from his cock pressing against my lips and realised it was his finger, maybe his thumb. Then I felt, what I was now sure was, his thumb on me. It was on the inside of my cheeks, in my crease, between those soft mounds of flesh, yes, DD was pressing his thumb right against my anus.
I'm not really that much into anal, I guess the attraction must be mostly emotional for I don't find it that physically pleasurable. After all we don't have a doughnut shaped, sensitive gland up there do we, unlike men and dogs, the only species that do, odd pairing I have always thought!
However, as DD's thumb, coated and lubricated with my own secretions, pressed right against my hole I felt yet another explosion of orgasmic feelings. With my legs wide open and him squeezing the cheeks of my bum, my anal entrance was already stretched. It just needed only the slightest pressure from him or me and his thumb would be in me. I have no real recollection where that pressure came from, DD or me, probably a little from both, but pressure there most certainly was. And from that pressure, his thumb opened the serrated entrance to my arse, and from that opening, he slid inside me, and from his thumb sliding inside me there was an enormous eruption of sensations, which sent me right over the top.
I didn't know until it was all over that as DD shoved his thumb right up my bum and made me cum so violently, he also climaxed. I didn't feel his cum spurting into me and I have to admit, rather guiltily, his pleasure at that moment was furthest from my mind. Kneeling there on the staircase, still half dressed, my ripped thong hanging down, DD's cock up my cunt and his thumb up my arse I only had thoughts for one thing; my pleasure. And I got that by the bucketload.
Still in the scoop-fronted tee shirt and bikini pants mum prepared some lunch, cheese toasties and a bottle of Chablis.
It struck me as being a little early for lunch, for it hardly seemed as though it was a morning's time away that DD had last fucked me, but then that had been around nine and it was now twelve so I wasn't losing touch with time.
She was clearly drinking too much, but then what the hell? She was losing her husband, probably to some young bit of stuff in the office and was facing the future alone. Pretty well off, but lonely and that did not sit comfortably with my mother. No, she was the sort of person that wanted it all and didn't think she should go without in any way. Compromise was just not in mum's dictionary! Obviously a f****y trait I thought, as I compared myself to her!
I wanted the college course in Stage, TV and Film Production but I did not want the "poverty" of being a student, so I modelled. I didn't want a steady boy- friend, but had an older lover. I didn't have a huge sex drive, but most days now I had some form of sex. I tried to lead a reasonably good life, giving what I could to charity, reading the Guardian and worrying about global warming and poverty in Africa, yet I let men orally give me orgasms and cum on my breasts as extras to my explicit posing. So yes, we were both extremists and non-compromisers in many ways.
"You remember that photographer chap Colin?"
"No", I immediately lied, my normal tactic when feeling threatened or hearing something that was likely to bring me grief.
"Yes you do, he sent me those photos he saw of you at that studio."
"Yes him, Colin."
"What about him?"
I switched off as she droned on about what a good friend he was, my mind going back to the wonderful night I had just had with DD.
I could not remember the last time I spent an entire night in a lover's bed and, equally, I had forgotten just how marvellous that can be. To be naked all night with him, to be held and cuddled, to feel his body against yours, to be woken with his hardness against you, in the crease of your bottom or, even more magically, inside you is awesome. To have so many orgasms you lose count and to be made love to seemingly endlessly through the night is amazing. To have the tenderness, the attention, the care and the most obvious declarations of his want for you is fabulously cool. And to wake up late in the morning and have wonderfully languid sex with all the time in the world really is the icing on the cake. I loved it and it made me feel very grown up.
I heard mum say.
"And he would like to meet you", but then the phone went and she started nattering to who I took to be one of her of tennis cronies.
I sat across the table from her eating my sandwich and frequently looking down the front of her vest at her gorgeous breasts. As she chatted animatedly into the phone, she was leaning forward and back making her tits jiggle and wobble in the most alluring ways. Feasting my eyes on them and thinking back to last night I could feel myself becoming aroused and I knew that I would be dampening down below. It was quite nice actually. Nice and wonderfully, wickedly sordid to be sitting sipping wine, ogling my mother's breasts, having lesbian thoughts about her and going over in my mind what happened throughout the night with my male lover.
After DD had finished on the stairs, we went laughing and joking about Renee Rouso and Piers Brosnan to the bathroom where we had a bath together. That was lovely, although the tiles on the floor did get rather wet, despite the size of the Victorian cast iron tub. We tried to have sex in the bath but it didn't really work as we just couldn't get a comfortable position without totally flooding the bathroom or one of our heads slipping under the water. To be truthful, it was also a little early for DD and what with the water sloshing around my pussy and his only semi-hardness it was a bit too ambitious for us. So, laughing we agreed to give up trying for the time being. The problems of having an older lover I thought wryly, but also aware of the benefits!
An hour or so later, though, we did not have those inhibiting factors and I enjoyed the benefits of an older man.
We were in the first floor lounge, it was dark with only the street lamps lighting the room. We both had white, fluffy gowns on, which by then were gaping more and more. The bottom part of DD's would often slip open as the two sides parted giving me views of his lean thighs, now and then his balls and once or twice his penis. The lapels were also gaping, almost permanently, as we ate fruit and cheese and drank Champagne, celebrating our getting back together. I know mine was probably gaping and slipping open even more than his, but I didn't care and certainly did nothing to stop it or cover myself. After all just a couple of hours ago, and now most days of the week, I exposed myself totally, often to complete strangers, so why not to my lover.
He went to the kitchen to get another bottle. Returning he stood before me undoing the cork. I looked up as I heard that pop and fly to the ceiling.
"God do I want you Sammi?" He said as he pulled on the tie round his waist letting the gown open.
I immediately understood just how much he wanted me for he was fully erect.
"Oh David, yes, that's wonderful," I moaned, reaching out and putting my arms round his hips.
I pulled him towards where I was sitting on the edge of the sofa and squashed his gorgeous erection against my face. It was so hard, beautifully smooth and nicely warm. I looked up at him as I took it in my hands and leaned forward more. My eyes locked with his, I brought him towards me as I moved my face towards it. Still staring deeply into each other's eyes, I put my tongue out and I watched him watching me, as I licked the uncovered tip. His body jerked. That was nice. I licked down his length, still looking into his eyes. I licked up it then down again, this time not stopping at the base but going on to roll my tongue all round his balls. He put his hands on my head stroking my long, blonde hair and lifting up large swathes of it, pulling them a bit. I eased his erection downward away from his flat stomach, straightening it a little, getting it to the right angle, making it accessible for me and positioning it correctly, yes I was getting him into a position where I could suck his cock.
"Mmmmm Sammi, yes, yes, my darling", he moaned as my mouth closed round it.
He tasted good, but then he always did, and he felt even better. There really is something so extraordinarily intimate about sucking your lover's cock, isn't there? Even more so in many ways than having him suck and lick you, I always think.
I slid my mouth up and down its length holding the shaft with one hand and cradling, cupping and rolling his balls around in the other. David's hands were now running all over my head, face and neck. He was squeezing and stroking and tugging on strands of my hair. We were both, I think, beginning to lose control. His hips had started thrusting with the same rhythm I was pumping him in and out of my mouth and on each inward surge he was going further into my mouth. I had never learned how to deep throat, that is if such a Linda Lovelace action was really possible, so as the bulbous end of his cock hit the back of my throat I felt as if I would choke. As much as I willed it, I could not get it to slip into my throat so I had to content myself to having DD just fuck my mouth and not my throat.
"Well both of us actually", I suddenly realised my mother was talking to me not to the phone.
"Er sorry mum" I replied coming out of my reveries.
"Colin, the photographer he would like to see us both."
I had been so wrapped up thinking about DD and last night that I had forgotten what we had been talking about.
"Oh yes," I said vaguely, not really that interested and certainly not concentrating, for my mind was still soaking up the delicious memories of my night with DD. "Be back in a mo, just need to go to the loo."
In the loo my mind was again on last night, well yesterday overall really. It had been quite some day and night.
I had modeled in the afternoon, a two-hour session that was worth £150, which was a good start. The fact that the photographer was in his mid-thirties, was quite good looking with a nice wit and a bold and creative style of posing me and taking his shots made things even better. We got on well and had only just got into the second hour when I was naked and James said.
"Er, do the legs come open Sammi?"
Smiling I said that they did and he spent some time on what I laughingly call gyno shots. After ten minutes or so of recording the pinky folds and reddish layers of skin of my 'gynoarea' we moved to the next level. The level where he was asking me to imagine certain situations. The level where, as I lie on the bed or the floor, in just holds ups or a thong, he would say.
"Imagine you want sex Sammi; show me that in your face."
"Look as though you want to be shagged."
"Stare at the camera Sammi, pretending you're making love to it."
Or most strongly. "Give me that just fucked look luv."
Of course, I complied, naturally, I pouted and sighed and inevitably, I went with his suggestions.
"Cup your breasts for me Sammi."
And as he became more adventurous. "Hold your tits, Sam, squeeze your nipples."
Moving swiftly onto.
"Touch your pussy" and "rub your clit for me Sammi" and finally, "slide your fingers in will you?"
The studio would have told him that such things were included in the £150, although fingering myself wasn't actually specified and it was rather dubious whether it really was in the price. Nevertheless, I indulged him and excited myself by doing just as he asked. Both he and the studio would know full well, of course, what was not included. They are the extras.
Photographers usually get round to them after the gyno shots and the, as I call it, 'touchy feely' posing. Often they beat around the bush and take ages getting to the point. James did not, so it was only a short while later that his soft hands were caressing my breasts and I was holding his erection as he undressed. Just moments later, my nipples were in his mouth and his hands were between my opened legs his fingers visiting that gynoarea he had recently been snapping.
He had gone a la carte with the menu and had chosen the top level, the most expensive offerings. My hundred pound, everything but full sex dish. So he finger fucked me, he caressed and stroked my tits and pussy, I gave him oral with a rubber and he made me cum with his mouth. To finish, I masturbated him as he touched me anywhere, with him cumming on my tits.
So, if the late afternoon and early evening had been good, as in two hundred and fifty quids worth of good, the icing on the cake had been DD calling me and us getting together, literally.
I wandered back to the patio. Mum had gone. I wondered where, but couldn't be bothered to look for her, so I flopped down onto one of the sun beds, slipped my tee shirt off and lay there in my bra; my eyes closed loving the sun on my body.
My mind was, of course on yesterday and this morning for they held numerous lovely memories for me. Perhaps the strongest and in many ways the most significant, although it was only now looking back that it struck me, was sucking DD's cock. It wasn't that he tasted wonderful, it wasn't the clear pleasure he was gaining, it wasn't that it had been such a time since I had done that for him and it wasn't even, that he didn't cum, for he pulled himself away from me and fucked me beautifully. No, it was the realisation that I had sucked two different men's cock within the space of only two hours. That gave me a touch of guilt, but to be truthful it gave me more of a buzz than a feeling of remorse. Again, it hit home to me, just how able I was to compartmentalise my life! How I was able to do something in one compartment that I was relatively comfortable with, whereas in another I would be alarmed. At times I did wonder, though, just where that might lead to, one day.
"He has a proposition for us", I heard mum say.
I opened my eyes and almost jerked upright. She was standing right beside me in just her bikini bottom and that was a small white bathing thong. She looked breathtakingly beautifully and so stunningly sexy I wanted to pull her down onto the sun bed with me and bury my face between her spectacular breasts. They looked even more amazing than when I had last seen them
"Look", mum said leaning forward, flashing me a great view of both of her tits. "I can only tell you what he has told me".
"Sure, but didn't he say anything else?"
"No not really."
"What do you mean, not really?" I asked.
I did not get an answer for she dived into the pool, her boobs creating a wonderful image as they dangled down from her body just before she hit the water; that made me flinch a bit.
I watched as she swam leisurely, but purposefully, up and down the pool using a graceful breaststroke; unlike me she was a good swimmer. I found it hard to drag my eyes away from her. The kicking action of her legs, the opening and closing of her thighs and of course, the bareness of the nicely rounded cheeks of her full bum made for a highly erotic vision in the water.
"Pass me a towel love?" She asked as she climbed up the ladder. I couldn't help noticing that her thong had slipped a bit and some of her pubes were on show, they were almost black and that surprised me. I gave her the towel trying to avoid staring too obviously at my near naked mother who looked absolutely fabulous with her tanned skin glistening with the water and the sun oil.
"Well nothing, he didn't say any more," she said running her hands through her hair making her breasts jiggle most appetisingly. "That's why he suggested we all meet up and he will explain it. You said you would be in this evening, would that be ok?"
I hadn't got anything on that evening and as the whole thing sounded rather interesting, I agreed.
"Yes sure, what time?"
"I'll ask him to pop round for dinner shall I?"
"Sure, why not?" I replied casually, well as casually as I could manage.
I went to my room to shower and change for the afternoon. I was totally aroused and full of sexual expectancy from the combination of thinking about last night with DD and being with my half-naked mother this morning.
I don't know whether I imagined it was her hands or David's that were on my boobs, as I cupped and squeezed my breasts. Whether it was her fingers or tongue, or DD's dick or mouth that ran round my pussy lips, pressed my clit and slid slightly inside me as I lay on my bed masturbating. I don't know who I was imagining making love with me as yet another orgasm washed over my mind and body. I don't know whose arms I imagined I was lying in as I lay on my bed, naked, my hands still between my legs as I came down from the heights of yet another climax during this amazing two days. No, I don't know just what it was that was in my mind as I fucked myself, thinking equally about my mother and my male lover.
Although it was quite warm outside I was a little chilly so I slid under the bedclothes. I was also tired, well after all, you don't get much sl**p when you sl**p with a lover you haven't slept with for ages, do you?
I may have dozed off, I probably drifted in and out of snoozing and certainly, I dreamed, vividly, graphically and extraordinarily erotically. Somehow though, the recall of last night's and this morning's action with DD kept being wonderfully interrupted with amazing and so exciting images of my mother. It is hard to explain, hard to recall accurately and hard to understand properly, but I will try. I would be recalling something that happened with DD, perhaps his face between my legs or his mouth on my nipple, when suddenly my mother's lips would encircle my other nipple. I'd be thinking, when I was sure I was awake, of holding his cock or feeling that pressed against my bum, belly or boobs when, that changed and it became my mum's breast and nipples that were pressing on my flesh. It really was quite a surreal little nap.
From my sl**p, I vaguely heard a knock on my door and mum calling my name.
"Come in mum", I said stretching under the thin sheet, which was all that was between my nudity and her.
She had tied one of those thin, net, beach wraps around her. Knotted just above her breasts, they sort of covered them, but at the same time left, quite a lot revealed, including both her nipples. I could clearly see them through the, as good as, diaphanous material and I found it hard dragging my gaze away from them.
"Have a nice snooze?" She asked sitting on the edge of my bed and handing me a cup of Earl Gray tea.
"Thanks, yes I did, great."
"Good she smiled" looking right at me making my body tingle as her breasts jiggled under the thin gauze.
It was such a tough task resisting touching myself somewhere enjoyable and at one time, I had this urge to throw back the sheet and ask her to join me. I didn't though, of course, but I was so near to revealing my lesbian feelings towards her that I frightened myself.
"We decided to go out to Nino's." She announced naming a local Italian pizzeria cum trattoria.
"With Colin, he suggested he takes us to dinner."
"Oh, ok, sure, what time?"
"Early, for he is going to Prague on business tomorrow morning. Six thirty ok?"
I sat up and looked at my watch. I saw that it was after five.
"That'll be fine" I said suddenly realising the sheet had slipped down and my breasts were bare. I looked at her and she was staring at them, or so I thought. Without thinking, for if I was totally truthful to myself, I wanted her to see my tits, in fact, I wanted her to do a lot more than just look at them, I pulled the sheet up, covering them. She stood up, but kept looking at me.
"There's no need to cover up Sammi, I am after all your mother," she said in a rather more serious tone than normal as she stared at me. I looked at her and said.
"Yes, silly really," as I let go of the sheet, baring my breasts, hoping against hope my nipples hadn't hardened.
She seemed to stare rather intently at my far smaller boobs than hers. Was she looking at them in the same way I looked at hers, I wondered? It seemed like it, but that may just have been wishful thinking on my part. I wasn't sure, though, how could I be?
Suddenly I felt bold, ambitious, adventurous and a little wild. I lost my inhibitions. I sat up, turned my body, pushed the sheet back, placed my feet on the floor and stood up. I was just a few feet from her, totally naked. I was sure I saw a spark of desire in her eyes as they ran up and down my body.
Was this it? Was this the time? Was this the moment? Was this when I was going to commit lesbian i****t with my mother?
I felt a rush of heat and shudders go through my body. I looked right into her eyes, half expecting her to open her arms and move towards me. But she didn't. Instead, she did nothing but said quietly.
"You really do have a lovely body Sammi, I am so proud of you", as she abruptly turned and left my room.
I had a long, lazy bath. I needed it. I needed the bath to relax, to unwind, to get yesterday, the photographer and DD out of my system and to push today and my sexual obsession with my mother out of my mind.
Of course being naked and immersed in water with, at times, just my nipples appearing above the surface did little to achieve either of those needs. Another quick wank in the bath, though, eventually did the trick.
This time, as I stroked and cajoled my body to yet another orgasm, I was not only trying to recall how many climaxes I'd had in the last twenty four hours, but was also recalling the truly momentous fuck that DD and I had after I had so deliciously sucked his cock.
He had gently pulled my face away from his erection and had kneeled down taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply and wonderfully. We eased the robes off each other so were both naked. For a few moments, we simply just knelt there holding each other, revelling in the other's bareness. It was glorious. He pulled me up so were standing, still kissing and still in each other's arms. Our hands wandered everywhere as my tits felt the fabulousness of being squashed against his chest and my stomach reverberated with the most amazing convulsions of sexual want as he pushed his swollen, very hard load deeply into my softness. His bum felt wonderful as my hands cupped, grasped and squeezed his perfect cheeks and my own cheeks sent shock waves of sensations through me as he gripped, squeezed, pushed and pulled them.
Just like in the movies he picked me. Our mouths clamped together he carried me into their bedroom. He gently laid me down on the huge, Victorian style bed with the wrought iron headboard.
Looking up at him, I lay there naked, in the middle of the bed.
In that bed.
In their bed.
In the marital bed.
And I thought 'up yours' to the titless bitch, as David joined me on that bed.
He again took me in his arms.
He again pressed himself against me.
He again stroked me: my face, my hair, my lips, my chest, my breasts, my bum, my thighs and my tummy.
He again pressed, pinched and squeezed me,
And all the time we kissed, deeply, passionately, lip squirmingly and tongues plunging deep into the other's throat.
He lay on top of me. His cock was pressed against my pubis; my breasts were squashed against his chest. Our arms were round each other. Our fingers were exploring, touching, stroking, pressing and gently scratching as they, after such a time, became reacquainted with their lover's body.
We kissed. We kissed with our lips, our tongues, our mouths, our hands and our entire body. We kissed so deeply. We kissed so passionately and so knowingly. We knew what was coming and yes, I almost giggled, we knew who was cumming as well!
David wiggled his body. It was his sign, his signal, his request to me. I pushed upwards a little and opened my legs. That was my sign, my signal, my invitation to him. He slid downwards accepting that invitation. He was between my opened thighs. His mouth was still strongly clasped to mine, our eyes were closed, our hands were gripping the other, the tip of his cock was pressing against my lips. So close, so near and so soon, I knew.
David was about to fuck me again.
But no, I realised, this was not a fuck. The Renee Rouso on the stairs was a fuck. This was so different. This was two lovers making love, not two people having sex, not a man and a woman screwing, shagging or fucking. This was me, Sammi, a twenty-one, nearly, year old girl/woman making love with her forty something lover. And it was glorious.
It needed just the lightest of shrugs of his hips, the slightest push, the merest surge, the gentlest of thrusts for David to enter me. He slid inside me so easily. So fully inside me. He filled me, totally and utterly.
I felt like a Jane Austen heroine for I nearly swooned. So powerful were the emotions I felt as my lover penetrated me so deeply, as he started to fuck, no sorry, make love to me, I came near to fainting. It was glorious. A package of emotions, feelings and sensations of awesome proportions and of a nature I had never experienced. At that moment, as DD slowly slid himself up and down inside me, I loved him. As he began making such wondrous love to me, I hated her, his wife. And as we kissed and shagged, so I revelled in the fact that my lover, DD was making love to me in the bed that he shared with the titless bitch. Not honourable sentiments I know, but nevertheless very feminine ones!
We didn't last long. But then great sex doesn't have to be a marathon does it? Sure, it shouldn't be a sprint, not like a hundred metres dash, but it can be like a middle distance race, perhaps an eight or fifteen hundred metres, can't it? Ours was probably somewhere between the two.
He didn't thrust himself in and out of me at great speed or power. He didn't pound away at me. It certainly was not hard, raw sex. No, it was loving, tender, caring sex. It was sex of the good kind, real lover's sex, nice sex, satisfying sex. It was the sort of sex that took me, so easily, near to an orgasm and then held me there for what seemed ages. Held me right there as if I was a surfer riding near to the crest of the wave waiting for something to take me over the top, waiting, waiting and deliciously waiting until that something happened. And when DD groaned.
"I'm cumming," it happened, the explosion of sensations was so great that once more I was in fear of fainting. In fear of that, but without doubt I was moaning and sighing, grunting and groaning and then when I hit that wall of feelings, I was screaming, something I don't think I had ever done before.
I could hear that scream as my bath time hand fuck took me back to that same place. As once more, I climaxed and as I again had an orgasm thinking about my wondrous night with DD.
When I looked at them across the table in Nino's, it seemed as obvious as night follows day that Colin had fucked my mum. They had that easy intimacy between them, that holding each other's gaze and the little touches, smile and jokes that lovers develop. I immediately disliked him. Jealousy or feeling sorry for my dad? I wasn't really sure, but as we chatted over pizzas and beer I came to accept him a little more.
"They were great photos Sammi," he said, probably providing the reason for my change of heart.
"Thanks," I replied as we sipped our espressos. "Nothing that special, just a bit of skin flashing", I went on trying to put him down a bit.
"They were much more than that. Much more."
"Why? How do you mean?"
"The way you associate with the camera, Sammi, they showed that you have an affinity with it."
"Really?" I asked, actually now quite interested for a couple of other quite good photographers I used to pose for when I worked the amateur photography clubs had said the same.
"Yes, most models don't have that. They either look bored or uncomfortable, or both. They don't seem to relate to the camera, you do Sammi, you seem to almost be making love to it."
As pleased as I was with the compliments I was a little uncomfortable hearing them said in front of my mother. However, when I looked at her and saw her nodding encouragingly I relaxed.
Mum joined in. "I agree with Colin, I thought you looked wonderful dear," she said, patting the back of my hand.
"It must run in the f****y," Colin was saying as he poured us all another glass of Fras**ti. "Amanda is such a natural as well."
"Is she?" I asked. "Have you modelled then mum?" I didn't think it worth while letting on to them that I had nosed around mum's PC when looking at the shots of me that Colin had sent her.
"Yes a little."
"Professionally?" I asked, "Or what?"
She and Colin looked at each other exchanging a glance that if I had any doubt about them being lovers would certainly have given the game away.
"No, of course not."
She did actually look a little embarrassed. "I had some done as a sort of present for your dad."
"Oooooo," I smiled, mischievously asking. "Who took them then?" I knew full well what the answer would be.
Colin said. "Actually I did and she really is a natural, just as you are Sam and that's why I wanted to see both of you."
Mum was squirming a bit. After all the tables in Italian pizzerias are uncomfortably close together and Nino's, where both she and I are quite well known, was particularly crowded that evening.
"How about we continue this at home?" She suggested.
I wasn't sure, but I thought, as I brought the coffee into the conservatory, that Colin moved away from mum. 'Had they been kissing?' I wondered, for they both looked a little guilty.
I sat next to mum on the sofa, Colin stood in front of us.
"Shall I tell you both what this is all about?"
I nodded, mum said, "Yes please."
"OK. Well you know I am a professional photographer?" This time we both nodded as he continued. "And each year I enter a number of competitions, in fact I'm going to Prague tomorrow for one. Most years I win one and usually come in the top ten in several others."
"What sort of competitions?" I asked.
"Photographic on a whole range of topics. The one in Prague is still life, I came third in an abstract one a couple of weeks ago and I won another on car photography earlier in the year."
"I'm thinking of entering one which is part of the Berlin Festival."
"What's that?" Mum asked. "A festival of what?"
I couldn't tell whether she had been primed or not or whether this was a bit of a wind up when Colin answered.
"It's the Berlin Festival of Erotic Art to give it its full title."
'Oh fuck,' I thought. 'Where is this leading?'
"There are quite a few areas to the festival, painting, sculpture, film, literature and, of course, photography."
"And you want me to pose for you?" I asked.
"Yes, but not alone."
"No Sammi," he replied. "I want you and Amanda to pose together."
"The name of my topic is Mother and Daughter."
"What sort of shots?" I asked not daring to look at my mother in fear of showing the excitement that was blasting through me.
"Similar to in that portfolio I saw?"
"Yes some, but all very tender and caring. All highly erotic and not at all porn."
We were all silent for a moment.
He went on. "The prizes are outstanding. If we won we would get twenty thousand Euros and certainly we would be published quite widely and that would bring many more thousands."
Mum laughed. "Where do we sign, I need the money."
"You sure mum, what if dad or anyone else saw them?"
"It's highly unlikely," Colin said. "Unless they are into photography."
"Well your father certainly isn't and I don't know anyone that is. Anyway if they were they would understand wouldn't they."
"Yes they would," Colin suggested
"They might understand, but they would still see our tits mum." I blurted out the wine making me feel bold.
"Well you flash those at your photographer clients all the time now Sammi, so that wouldn't be anything new would it?" She said laughing. "Anyway love you've got great tits and a body to be proud of, why not use it?"
Getting onto the mood I replied, sounding far more intense than I intended as I looked right into my mother's eyes.
"Well so have you, your tits are...." I paused, but I could not stop myself from using the description that always came into my mind when I thought of her breasts. "Delicious."
She looked a little flustered as we held our gazes. Colin, perhaps sensing something significant, or unfortunate, jumped in quickly.
"So?" Colin asked. What do we all think?"
"Are you sure about the topic? I mean I am getting on a bit, for nude posing." Mum said, clearly fishing for the comments she got from both of us about how she didn't look her age and had a body of someone much younger.
"I am positive about it?" Colin said firmly. "It must be one of the most erotic subjects there is."
"How come?" I asked in all innocence.
"Well Sammi," he started, hesitating before adding. "And Amanda. It's the most dramatic male fantasy there is."
"What is?" We both asked, almost in unison.
He looked from mum to me then back again several times before saying quietly.
"I want to take mother and daughter lesbian, i****t shots."