Just Two Girls Out On The Town

"Damn, you sure are tight for a bar bitch," the man grunted as he pumped into her. "Must only pick up guys with little dicks. Come on honey, push that ass at me, take me deep."

I looked over at her and saw that she had her eyes closed and her head turned slightly away from him and I wondered if it was because he had bad breath. It was obvious to me that she wasn't getting much out of it. He was huffing and puffing and he started moaning:

"Gonna cum, gonna cum honey, gonna cum."

She must have decided to hurry things along because she dug her nails in his back and cried:

"Do it, do it, do it!"

She faked an orgasm as he came and then he held himself still for a moment before pulling out of her. I almost laughed at the sight of him there on his knees, condom dangling from his cock and still wearing his shoes and socks. Naked except for shoes and socks and I thought of some bad porno movies I had seen, movies made back in the Forties and early Fifties where the actors always seemed to fuck while being naked except for their socks.

She rolled up on her elbow and looked over at me. I was doing better than she had. My guy had at least spent a little time trying to work me up. He had fingered my pussy while sucking my breasts and had found my clit and massaged it a bit before mounting me. He honestly seemed like he was trying to get me off before he came and I was working with him. I had my legs clamped around his waist and my nails were digging into his butt as I tried to pull him deep into me. I pushed my hips up at him and moaned in his ear as he did his best to see to it that I got my orgasm.

The heat started building in me and I could feel it lance out from my center and I pulled his ass harder to me as I panted, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming, oh God, so good, so good" and then I screamed out, "OH FUCK YESSSSSSSSSSSSS' as my body shook with my climax. The orgasm was real, but the scream was for show, a little stroke to his ego for actually trying to make it good for me. You don't often find that in a man you pick up in a bar.

We watched as the men dressed and left the motel room and once they were gone she looked at me and said:

"Well, you certainly got the best of that deal."

"Hey now, I gave you first choice. I can't help it if you chose wrong."

"I don't know how I let you talk me into this."

"Yes you do. You are as big a slut as I am only you have kept it bottled up all these years."

"I swear, this wasn't much better than I get from your father."

"Don't sweat it Mom, the next time will be much better."

"How can you promise that?"

"Next time mother, I will set it up ahead of time with guys who I know can do it right. But for now we need to get dressed and hurry home to our hubbies."

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How did I end up in a motel room with my mother and two guys we picked up in a bar? It all started out because my mother and I got drunk together one night. My father was out of town on business and my husband had taken a week off from work to go fishing in Canada somewhere. One of those guys things that 'couldn't be passed up'. I guess the only way into the place was by floatplane or dog sled or something like that.

Anyway, mom and I had dinner together and we had wine with dinner followed by more wine after dinner and still more wine as we started crying on each other's shoulders about the sorry state of our marriages. How we got there I'm not sure - I don't remember a lot about what happened after we started on the third bottle of wine - but mom started talking about how dad hadn't made love to her in over four months.

"He is always going out of town on those damned business trips and when he comes home he claims he is too tired. He tells me to give him a day or two to recover and so I do and then he is off on another trip. I'm spending a small fortune on batteries for my vibrator."

I don't know where it came from, the wine, frustration over my relationship with my husband or maybe even latent hostility toward my father, but when mom made her 'batteries' comment I said:

"You don't need batteries, you need a stud. You need to toss out that vibrator and get yourself a man."

My mother looked at me like I had just slapped her and then she said:

"I could never do something like that. How could you even say something like that to me?"

"I said that because I'm seeing you where I was two years ago and I know how much it sucks and I know how miserable I was until I did something about it."

"I thought you and John had a great marriage."

"We did, right up till the time he decided his career was more important to him than a good relationship with me."

"I don't understand."

"It all stared when he was promoted to district manager. Suddenly he saw himself as a rising star in the company. He saw himself rising to regional manager, then divisional manager, and finally a vice-presidency. He started throwing all his energy into his job. He started spending more time with his customers than me. Fishing trips, hunting trips and golf outings got all of his time. Taking ten customers to Daytona for Speed Week was more important than taking a vacation with me. It was like I didn't exist for him anymore."

"I never knew that."

"Like dad, when he was home he was always too tired to do anything. He was too tired to even cut the grass so he hired a lawn service to do it. He hired a company to come in and wash the windows on the house, inside and out. If something needed to be done he hired someone to come in and do it. He hadn't made love to me in over three months and one day I asked him if he was going to hire someone to take care of that too. He laughed and treated it like a joke. He told me to grab the Yellow Pages and find a service and he would give them a call, but he didn't take the hint and take me to bed. So yeah, I know just what you are going through."

"So what did you do?"

"I went out one night and got myself laid."

"You didn't!"

"Oh yes I did. The week John took those seven customers to the Super Bowl in Detroit I went out, let myself be picked up and taken to a motel room. I stayed there for two days before going home and I've been doing it ever since."

"You have been cheating on John?"

"That's one way of putting it. I prefer saying that I'm taking care of my needs in accordance with my husband's wishes. He did tell me to find a service so I did. And you should to. I'm going out tomorrow night. Would you like to join me?"

"Of course not. I might not be getting any from your father right now, but I'm not desperate enough to do what you are suggesting."

"Well mom, if you ever do get that desperate give me a call."

It was almost a month before she called and the night in the motel room was the result.

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I felt bad about the way the evening had turned out for mom and I set out to plan an evening that would make up for it. Three days later I picked up mom to take her to an 'Avon' party with me. When I set the date up I didn't tell the guys she was my mother; as far as they knew she was just an older married girlfriend.

We met Stan and Will at the Starlight Lounge and after some drinks and dancing the guys took us to the Super 8 Motel and my mom had her brains damned near fucked out. It started out with Will and me on one bed and Stan and mom on the other and it ended with all four of us on the same bed. In between the beginning and the end mom was turned every which way but loose. It went places that I never expected. Have you ever seen your own mother being doubled? I did and it surprised the hell out of me that not only did she like it, but that she wanted to do it again.

I had gotten up from the bed and had gone in to the bathroom to pee. Before getting off the bed I had been sucking Will's cock trying to get him up again and when I went into the bathroom he had been lying on the bed stroking himself and watching Stan doing my mother doggie. When I came out of the bathroom Will was on the bed with mom and Stan and Will had his cock in mom's mouth and she didn't seem to mind at all. I sat there and watched for about five minutes and then Stan came and pulled out of mom and Will moved around behind her and took Stan's place. I heard mom moan as Will slid his hard cock into her cum filled pussy.

Stan walked over to me and offered me his cock and told me if I could get it hard again I could have it. Talk about weird; if tasting your mother on some man's cock isn't weird then I don't know what is.

After I got Stan back up he got me on my hands and knees and took me from behind and when Will came in my mom he pulled out and came over and stuck his cock in my face and mom got to watch me be double teamed. When Stan started to finger my ass I knew what was going to happen. I love anal and Stan was starting to get me ready. Will pulled out of my mouth and looked over at my mom. "Do you like anal?" he asked

"I've never done it."

"You haven't? Would you like to try?"

She looked over at me taking it in the ass and loving it and said, "I can try, but if I say stop I expect you to stop."

Will moved to the other bed and had mom get on her hands and knees. "I'll go slow and take it easy on you" Will said as he ran a finger into mom's pussy to get it wet.

"Put your head down on a pillow and just relax."

He slowly pressed one finger into her ass and worked it around for a bit and then he added a second finger constantly asking if she was okay. He added a third finger and mom moaned and right about then I stopped paying attention to what Will and my mom were doing and paid more attention to what Stan was doing to me. He had his cock in me and I was on fire as he slowly stroked back and forth.

"Faster" I moaned and he picked up the pace. His ball sack was slapping against my ass cheeks as I whimpered and moaned. I pushed back at him as he drove into me and I could feel the heat building up deep inside me. "Faster, harder" I cried and when he drove hard into me I came and came and came and then I felt the hot, wet splash of Stan's juices coat the insides of my rectum. Stan held himself in me until his cock went soft and then he pulled out and fell on the bed next to me.

Over on the next bed mom was grunting, crying out and moaning, "Yes, yes, yes" as Will fucked her ass and then she gave a guttural scream as she had an orgasm. Stan got off our bed and went and washed his cock and when he came back he offered it to mom and she opened her mouth and took him. Will came in her butt and then he went and washed his cock. When he came back Stan was already in my mom's ass so Will offered his cock to me and I sucked him until he was hard enough to fuck me and then his cock filled my ass. I looked over at mom on the other bed and met her eyes as the two of us took cocks up our butts.

"Well," I asked as we drove home, "Did you enjoy your night out with your slutty daughter?"

"I've never felt so wicked and depraved in my life. I don't know how I am ever going to be able to face your father after tonight."

"Don't you dare start feeling guilty on me."

"Guilty? I don't feel guilty, I'm angry! Your father has the same equipment as those two tonight and in fact, he is bigger in the cock department than either of them, but he has never, not in twenty-seven years of marriage, made me feel like I feel right now. I didn't want to leave that motel room, I wanted to keep going and going and going."

"They asked me when we could do it again."

"What did you tell them?"

"That I'd talk to you and get back to them."

"Okay, so when is our next Avon or Tupperware party?"

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My mother must have had latent slut genes (maybe that's where I got them) and over the next month we went to over a dozen Avon, Tupperware and Cookie Lee jewelry parties together. My father pulled me aside one evening and thanked me for spending so much time with mom.

"I feel really guilty leaving her alone so much, but I have to do it if I'm ever to make vice-president. Once I get there I can spend more time at home."

I loved my dad and I wouldn't see him hurt for the world, but I also had a woman's appreciation for what a lack of sex can be like so I tended to side with mom. Besides, as long as we were careful he would never know.

On my side of the equation I had to be honest and admit that I didn't know if I cared if my husband found out what I was doing or not. I hadn't been a blip on his radar screen for some time now. We had grown apart over the last couple of years and I wasn't really sure that we weren't still together because neither of us had the energy to end it. I still cared for him and he still went through the motions on birthdays, anniversaries and the like, but the spark had disappeared when he got wrapped up in his career.

And there was one other thing. The guys I was slutting with were my age and John's and they were all like sex crazed rabbits and I just could not believe that John didn't have as much sex drive as others our age and if he did he sure wasn't doing his driving with me.

Anyway, John was also happy that I was spending so much time with my mother. Obviously I couldn't be out running around on him if I was with my mom, now could I?

The most astonishing thing about my mom was just how wild she could be once she started to play. She did things I hadn't done and wouldn't do and I thought of myself as a first class slut. I had done an occasional threesome or two, but where my threesomes were with a cock in my pussy and one in my mouth or one in my ass and one in my mouth mom did hers with a cock in her pussy and the other one up her butt.

One night she invited five men to join us at the motel and I watched her do all five and one time she did three of them at once. That was a bad night for me because they all wanted me to take them on too, but I wouldn't do it. I kept pushing them away, but they didn't stop trying until mom told them to leave me alone or we were both going to get dressed and leave. On the ride home mom asked me why I didn't want to take advantage of all the hard cock that was available that night and I couldn't answer her because I didn't know. I did not feel guilty cheating on John. I was just getting what I needed, what he wouldn't give me, but I somehow felt that I owed it to him to limit myself to one man. I did do an occasional threesome, but I did try to keep things from getting outrageous. My mother was causing me to change and I wasn't sure that I liked the way things were going.

Fortunately, my mom decided she was getting a little carried away and one night after the two of us had enjoyed a rousing evening swapping two guys back and forth between us she said:

"You know Marion, I'm too old for this. What I need is a good steady lover. Just one good man. I've loved every second of what we have done since you pulled me out of my shell, but I'm afraid that it just isn't me. One good steady man is what I need. I wish it could be your father, but I don't see that happening until he gets his vice-presidency and that may never happen. So where does an old broad like me find herself a good steady lover?"

"You serious? That's what you really want?"

Mom was silent for several seconds and then she said, "Yes Marion, I'm serious."

"Then I have just the man for you."

"You do? Who?"

"John's dad."

"Your father in law?"

"You bet."

"How in the world would you make that happen?"

"Easy. He has already told me that he would like to jump your bones."

"He told you that? When?"

"When I ended my affair with him."

"You and John's father?"

"Yep, and when I told him it was over between us he said that the least I could do for him to ease the pain of losing me was to set him up with you."

"He said that? Oh my. Why did you end it with him?"

"It was getting too intense and it was too close to home. All I wanted to do was get laid, but we were starting to get too emotionally involved. At the time I wanted sex, but wasn't interested in endangering my marriage."

"At that time? Does that mean that now you don't care?"

"I don't know what it means mom. Would you like for me to arrange for the two of you to get together?"

"How would you do that?"

"I ended the affair, but we do still see each other occasionally. I'll arrange to meet him, you'll be there and I'll remind him about his asking me to fix him up with you and then I'll leave the two of you to work it out. But you will have to share him with me from time to time."

"I think that over the past month I've shown that I can share."

"How about Thursday? And wear heels. He is big into heels, hose and garter belts."

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I called Ralph and asked him to meet me at the bar in the Hilton. He spotted me when he came in the door, but because of he high backs on the booths he didn't see my mom. As he moved toward where we were sitting I thought back to how our first time had come about.

It was at John's cousin's wedding. John was off on another one of his "Must take care of the client" trips - five clients sports fishing on the Gulf if I remember it right - and I had to go to the wedding alone to represent our part of the family. I had not been in the best of moods and Ralph had spotted that about a half-hour after he arrived at the reception. He elected himself as a committee of one to cheer me up. He danced with me and kept my drink full and tried real hard to cheer me up.

By the end of the reception I'd had so much to drink that he wouldn't let me drive home and he told me that he would take me home and that we would come back for my car the next day. On the way home he told me that John was working hard to insure our future and to make our life better, that the travel would lead to promotions, more money and eventually to a position where he would be the one staying home and sending others out on the trips. He kept trying to convince me that it would all work out in the end and that all I had to do was be patient. I had started crying and he pulled over to the curb and tried to comfort me and it all spilled out. How even when John was home he was always too tired to make love and how they hadn't made love in over four months and how there wasn't even any kissing and cuddling. Ralph had made all the appropriate noises;

"There, there Marion, don't cry, it will get better. I know John loves you, just be patient and it will get better."

He did get me to stop crying. At the house he walked me to the door and then he told me he would be back in the morning to pick me up to go get my car. I invited him in for coffee and he said no, that he had to be going, and I leaned forward to kiss his cheek. It was inadvertent, but my lips had touched his mouth and it was like a spark passed between us and suddenly my body was pressed into his and our tongues were wrestling as his arms went around me.

He took me right there in the hall entryway.

He spun me around and I bent at the waist and supported myself by putting my hands down on the little table just inside the door and spread my legs as I moaned:

"Hurry, please hurry, I need it."

He pushed the gusset of my panties aside and pushed his cock into me. I was dry and it hurt as he pushed deeper and deeper into me, but I had wanted it, oh God how I had wanted it and so I had ignored the minor pain and discomfort. The sheer erotic wickedness of it had caused my juices to start flowing and my dry vagina became moist and allowed him an easier time of it and then he had fucked the shit out of me as I urged him on and pushed my ass back at him. I had cum twice before I heard him ask if I was protected. I wasn't, but I hadn't cared. I wanted - needed - to feel his hot cum to bathe my insides.

"Yes" I had gasped, "Yes I am. Give it to me, give it to me" and he gave one hard push and I felt his cock pulse and that sent me into another orgasm. When he stopped pushing into me I spun around and went to my knees in front of him and took his slimy cock into my mouth. On my knees just inside my front door sucking my father in law's cock - how hot that had been! I sucked him clean and then I stood up and took his hand and led him into his son's bedroom and I let him fuck me three more times on his son's bed. We fell asleep together and that had been the start of it.