Lucy, her mother and sundry other sexy women

Lucy

Hello. I’m Lucy. I’m twenty-six now and proud to be known as a slut, but this story dates back to when I was nineteen, when I was a little more innocent and at least a bit more naive. It was late March and I’d just finished my second term at university when I came home to London. I arrived a day earlier than I’d told my mother, which is what led to the … Well, you’ll find out.

Incidentally, please feel free to masturbate as you read this. My mother and I will both approve.

It was evening, around six if I remember correctly. I let myself in through the front door, dropped my bag in the hallway, and went through to the back of the house where the living room is.  I expected to find my mother there and I did. She was with a close friend, Sally. They were sitting side by side on the sofa with their backs to the door, so they didn’t see me come in. They were also sitting very close to each other, with their shoulders touching, but that didn’t surprise me. I’d known Mum was a lesbian for some time and I knew Sally was that way inclined as well.

Another reason they didn’t notice my entrance was that the television was on quite loud. And they were watching porn. I could hear the usual grunts, squeals and groans – all female. I felt a little shocked when I realised the video was pornographic but I wasn’t especially surprised. I’d known for a couple of years that Mum was heavily into lesbian pornography. She’d never encouraged me to watch it with her but I knew I could if I wanted to. In fact, I’d been quite contemptuous of porn until recently, but I’d always recognised her right to watch it. It was her house, after all. And since I’d started university, I’d begun to masturbate to porn myself. In fact, you might say I masturbated furiously. It caused such a huge release. I was increasingly drawn to the taboo in my hunt for stronger stuff.

Until that point, although I knew there was porn on the screen, I hadn’t realised what the genre was. But then I did. Maybe half a dozen sexy women were sitting on the floor in a circle, watching two other women at the centre. One of those women was squatting over the other’s open mouth. 

My Mum and Sally still hadn’t noticed me. Mum murmured, “Go on, you dirty bitch. Do it right in her pretty, dirty mouth!” She spoke very quietly but her excitement was obvious. I recognised the hush that falls on a particularly intense porn scene.

Then Sally said, “I’m going to start wanking now. Are you?”

Mum didn’t answer, but I saw she was lifting her bottom to remove her knickers. They were red. Once they were off, she sniffed them, then handed them to Sally, who promptly put them in her mouth. That shocked me.

“They’re quite pissy, aren’t they?” Mum said, casually.

“Mm, yes,” Sally said, through a mouthful of flimsy and presumably damp cloth. “They taste so sexy!”

Then: “Oh good, she’s started pissing!” said Mum, staring at the screen. I could see that was true. After a few preparatory dribbles, the onscreen woman on top was now releasing a steady stream of clear piss into her partner’s mouth.

I glanced at my mother again. I could see that her right shoulder was shaking: I assumed her fingers were working hard at her clit.

I didn’t know what to think. Was I excited or was I appalled? In fact, I was both. Incidentally, I should point out that at forty my mother was an attractive woman. She still is. She’s slim and still has exciting curves. Oh, and she’s a natural blonde, by the way. I’d started going to a gay club at university, and I could recognise her attraction for other women. I suppose you’d call my Mum a MILF.

The woman on the screen – the one on top – adjusted her position when the pissing stopped. Previously, she’d been looking down at her partner’s face, which glistened with piss, but now she turned to face her feet, with her arsehole directly above the woman’s mouth.

I thought: “No! She can’t be going to do that!” I’d heard of shit porn before, of course, and I’d caught glimpses of it as I browsed the web for other porn, but I’d never thought scat was for me. But now my mother and her girlfriend were watching it with evident pleasure. This was a double form of voyeurism for me: I was both watching what I’d have to call extreme lesbian porn on the TV and spying on my mother and her friend enjoying it.

It took a few moments but eventually the turd came out. It was mid-brown in colour and thick. It was also long and surprisingly firm. The woman receiving this ‘gift’ in her mouth reached up to support it with her fingers. She presumably wanted to keep it intact. And so, I suddenly realised, did I.

The turd filled the woman’s mouth like a … well, like a thick cock. She must have been experienced in this kind of porn because she didn’t flinch or gag. She simply stared upwards with big, wide eyes. It was the first time I’d seen that facial expression in this particular context but I now realise that she was in some kind of trance. She’d lost herself in the taste and smell of the shit as well as the combination of degradation and excitement it brings. I know because I’ve experienced the same thing many times since.

“I hope the two of them fellate it,” murmured my mother. “I love it when two women share a turd in their mouths.” And the women on screen proceeded to do just that.  The woman with the turd in her mouth supported it protectively while the woman above her turned to face her again. Then the woman with the turd sat up. She leaned forward carefully until her partner could lean forward too to take the other end in her mouth.

“Sally said: “Do you mind if I pause it here? I want to cum to this still pic. It’s so beautiful!”

‘Beautiful’ wasn’t the first word that came into my mind, but it was certainly an arrestingly exciting image.

Mum said “Yes, of course. Make sure you get a frame where they both have their eyes open.”

So Sally clicked the remote and the scene froze on the screen.

“Oh, this so fucking dirty! And so fucking sexy!” said Mum. “I’m going to cum with you now.”

By my count – which was admittedly inaccurate because I was also transfixed by the filthy picture on the screen – it took them about four minutes to orgasm. They didn’t quite cum together. Mum threw her head back first and produced the long moan that I recognised as orgasmic from listening at her bedroom door. (And, I ought to admit, I’d masturbated outside that door quite often.) Sally came perhaps a minute later, bucking her hips so much that I could see them rise and fall.

Then Mum turned and looked directly back at me over the back of the sofa. “Hello, Lucy,” she said. “I thought I heard you come in. Have you been enjoying the show so far?”

Shocked again, I nodded dumbly.

“I thought you’d enjoy the more extreme kinds of porn,” said Mum. “Why don’t you come and join us to watch the rest of the film? But take your knickers off first, so you can frig along with us.”

Dumbly again, I complied. I slipped my knickers off and then went to sit between them on the sofa. Their thighs were warm against mine. Mum plucked my knickers from my hand.

“I get first dibs on these,” she said, then sniffed them. Then, “Well, you’ve certainly been excited, haven’t you?”

She popped my knickers into her mouth.

“I hope you’ll let the two of us piss on you,” said Sally. “And you'll return the compliment, of course.”

She clicked the remote and the sexy, shitty film resumed.

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(To be continued)