Delivery

"Would you like to order pizza?" she asked.

She knew her intent behind the question. She wanted to drive her daughter into participation for any reason that Catherine could justify. Whether it was revenge or curiosity, she would not have cared.

Catherine stared intently at her mother and hesitantly nodded. The images that flashed through her mind before came racing back.

"Would you like sausage, beef or both?" her mother asked.

Catherine continued to stare dead into her mother's eyes and said, "beef."

Denise gave her daughter a gesture of surprise and was impressed with her decision. She dialed the phone. Catherine excused herself and went to the bathroom. She sat on the toilet lid in shock of what she assumed she agreed to. Her hands covered her face and pressed tightly against her skin.

What are you doing? she asked herself.

She sat quietly in the bathroom pondering what was going to transpire in her mother's house that night. She couldn't help but envision her hand filled with the silky brunette hair of a woman whose face was between her legs. She could feel the heat building in her loins. Her hand massaged and tweaked her nipple through her shirt. The desire was building inside her as the realization of a long-time fantasy was on the horizon.

On the rare occasion she fantasized about other women, she never saw the face of the mystery woman between her legs. Her fingers filled her like no cock ever could. The woman's tongue made her dizzy with the playful dance it did across her lips and hooded clit. The woman never uttered a word, but her sounds brought her to new orgasmic heights while her husband pounded his cock in and out of her.

She always felt guilty for thinking of her mystery woman while actively having sex with her husband. She often justified her fantasies. She would tell herself that everyone had them and she was fine as long as she never acted on them.

Her legs were spread wide on the toilet. Her hand was caressing her clit when her mother knocked on the door.

"Catherine, are you going to come out?" she asked.

"I'm going to cum," she muttered quietly to herself in sarcastic response.

She quickly pulled her hand from her pants and chastised herself as she typically did. She knew she would lose her nerve if she had an orgasm before the main event. She composed herself and opened the door. Her mother was standing in a satin robe that flowed like water over her curves.

"I feel like I'm over dressed," Catherine stated bluntly.

"There's no dress code when you're just watching, love," her mother replied.

Catherine felt disappointed that her mother expected her to just watch but knew she wasn't ready to act out her long-time fantasy. Being able to watch it live was enough for the disappointment to fade. Her mother being the active participant in her fantasy had yet to cross her mind.

She followed her mother to the front door where the pizza girl was just about to walk up. Denise was about to open the door when she turned to her daughter.

"I know there's a lot going on. I don't know what you're feeling or thinking right now, but if you want to leave at any time, you're more than welcome. I only ask that you not interrupt, okay? This is as much for you as it is for me if you learn something here today."

Catherine nodded apprehensively.

"Please go sit on the couch and I will introduce you to Trudy shortly."

Catherine walked nervously to the couch and sat. She turned her attention to the door. Her hands were wrenched tightly together when the young woman walked through the door. She took in every observable detail from the dirty blonde hair to the smaller than average breasts. She was small in frame and confident.

She took her hat off and set it next to the pizza box.

"I was beginning to think you got tired of me," the girl said before taking Denise into a tight embrace and locking lips with her.

They kissed passionately by the front door as Catherine watched intently. When the kiss ended, Trudy took Denise by the hand and turned to lead her to the couch when she realized Catherine was there watching her.

"Oh!" she yelped.

She turned to Denise for an explanation.

"Trudy, this is my daughter Catherine. She's experiencing some troubles at home and is staying with me for a little while. As it turns out, she is a little curious about my lifestyle so, I invited her to observe it first-hand. You don't mind, do you?"

Trudy smiled and scoffed, "Not at all. I've always wanted to have an audience!"

She pulled Denise closer and resumed the kiss from before. Catherine was surprised at the passion the two shared. She soon realized that the affair wasn't casual. While they kissed, Trudy's hands traveled from Denise's cheeks to her shoulders and pushed the robe off her body. It fell down her back like water over a cliff. Denise was standing in front of her lover and her daughter naked as the day she was born.

Catherine couldn't help but take in the beauty of her mother's nudity. Despite her age, her skin seemed well tanned and firmly in place. Her breasts were somewhat large and hung nicely on her chest. She didn't have muscle definition, but she was sculpted well. Her posture as she stood kissing the young woman allowed her prominent features to become even more appealing to the eye. A goddess she was not, but she was certainly a diamond among gems.

Trudy's clothes remained where they were for the moment while she helped Denise down to the couch. Catherine's mother knew the routine. She leaned back, opened her legs, and waited for her partner to tease her way to her pleasure center. Her daughter watched Trudy lock eyes with her lover as she kissed her way up the inner thigh and use the tip of her nose to stimulate Denise's outer lips.

"Oh, Catherine!" her mother moaned, "You have no idea what you're missing out on!"

Catherine didn't respond. Her eyes were fixed on her mother's partner and watched as her tongue went to work. She was fascinated with how careful and gentle Trudy was being. Catherine eased her hand inside her panties and used her finger to mimic the motions of Trudy's tongue.

"How does it feel, Mom?" Catherine asked.

Denise turned her head and met her daughter's gaze.

"A man has nothing on a woman's ability to please one of her own," Denise grunted. "Take your clothes off, baby. There's no reason you can't have an orgasm as well."

Catherine started to slowly push her pants down her legs. She looked down and saw Trudy nod at her in encouragement. Her panties followed shortly after, and she assumed the same position as her mother. Her legs were open wide, and her hand was between them. Mother and daughter moaned and cooed together.

The soft, sexual ambiance in the room was broken when Denise gripped her daughter's thigh and yelled, "I'm gonna cum! Finger me!"

Trudy did as she was instructed, inserting two fingers into her lover's canal. Denise's body erupted in orgasmic pleasure. She writhed back and forth, pushing the lower half of her body toward her lover's fingers. She forced them deeper inside her, intensifying her orgasm.

"Fuck! Catherine!" she cried out.

Catherine continued imagining the dark-haired woman from her fantasies as she masturbated to the show that was taking place in front of her. She was ready to give into her desires and join the sex Regardless, she soon experienced her own orgasm. It wasn't as powerful as she imagined her mother's, but she enjoyed it regardless.

She figured once she came, she would lose interest in the scene. Instead, she eagerly watched Trudy disrobe and both women go through nearly every possible girl-on-girl pleasure pose she could think of and a couple she couldn't. The treat was at the end. The passion at the beginning wasn't just a warmup exercise. They wound up on the floor holding each other and talking the way lover's do.

Catherine sat in revered silence. She had watched her mother engage another woman in the most intimate of moments. The image of the faceless woman in her fantasies kept coming back to her. Learning of her mother's activities and watching her act out one of her own private fantasies drove her to make a decision that would change her life in ways she never imagined.

Reality caught up with Catherine as her mother and young lover were saying their goodbyes, she watched them trade a tender kiss at the door and her mother walked back to the couch. She retrieved her robe from the floor and put it on.

"Well, what did you think?" she asked her daughter.

Catherine decided not to disclose her fantasy to her mother at that time.

"I was surprised at your enthusiasm but most of all, how into each other you both were. If we hadn't talked about it beforehand, I would have thought you two to be lovers," she said.

"It's less about fucking and more about the passion. Don't get me wrong. I love sex with Trudy but there's no replacing a good flesh and blood cock."

"I wouldn't know," Catherine said with measured disappointment.

Denise sat next to her daughter and put her hand on her upper thigh. Her fingers drifted further between her legs than Catherine had permitted anyone but her husband to ever go. She was oddly at ease with the sensual invasion.

"Catherine, sex isn't about the physical touch but the connection it implies. You connect with your husband, but you have bland sex. He pounds his cock in and out of you, dumps his cum into you and you both call that a done deal. Do you enjoy that?"

Catherine was becoming emotional. She shook her head quickly in lieu of revealing her distress. Her vulnerability was not lost on her mother.

"Oh, Catherine. Do you think I confessed my activities and showed you my lifestyle to boast or whatever? I simply wanted to open you up to some new opportunities and show what they can offer you."

They talked the rest of the evening without Catherine revealing her secret fantasy. They ate pizza while Denise talked about her various lovers and the backstory behind each of them. Catherine went to bed early that night and laid awake thinking about the scene that played out in front of her that night. Her hands roamed her body thinking of the young woman between her mother's legs. The sights and sounds filled her head as she masturbated to orgasm again. She imagined herself in her mother's place. Her hand contained a fist full of the faceless woman's long dark hair. She imagined the tip of a well-trained tongue flicking her clit.

She fell asleep more satisfied by her self-induced orgasm than she ever had before. She wanted more.

***

A week later, she was still staying with her mother. They had scant conversation about what took place the week before until Catherine's curiosity overcame her. She asked her mother if she wanted to order food.

"Pizza?" Denise asked.

Catherine nodded with a sly grin on her face.

"You should know by now I'm always up for that. Did you want a repeat performance, or would you like to see something new?"

Denise figured her daughter wasn't quite ready to participate.

"I'd like to see something new," Catherine responded.

"Sausage it is!"

Catherine and her mother both disappeared to their rooms. Denise showered quickly and donned her silken robe. Catherine showered and put on the clothes she had before, minus her panties and bra. She looked herself over in the mirror and felt slutty for daring to be seen without her undergarments on, even if no one could possibly know without her permission.

They met in the sitting room just as the doorbell announced the presence of the delivery boy.

"Well, hello!" Denise said as she opened the door.

Catherine could hear a man's voice and tried to not peer around the corner and seem too eager. She heard her mother and her male friend make idle chat in the doorway and waited impatiently for her to bring her toy in. When it seemed as if things weren't progressing at all, she lightly cleared her throat. Denise poked her head around the corner and gave her daughter a playful glare. Catherine motioned eagerly for her mother to bring her friend into the room so they could get started. Her mother put a single finger up to demand patience from Catherine.

Eventually, her mother walked in with her friend in tow. Her mother's face drew her attention away from the nude male following her. When she noticed, her eyes went directly to the man's cock. She gasped at the size of the rod pointing out straight in front of him. She looked at her mother then the man she brought in. A second gasp drew giggles from her mother. The man her mother summoned to her home looked to be a mere boy.

"He's legal, Catherine, I assure you!" her mother said without prompting.

Catherine felt older than her years. She watched him carefully as he moved on his own to a position in front of her. He stood merely a foot away from where she sat and gave her a close-up look at the broad side of his cock. Her mother was on her knees quickly in front of him. She gripped the young man's cock in her hand and moved it around to show her daughter the true size of it.

"Just look at what you can do with practice, my dear," her mother said.

With that, she opened her mouth and slowly took the tip in. Her tongue extended and danced around the tiny hole at the tip. She progressively took more and more into her mouth until his cock was tickling the back of her throat. Catherine watched with wide eyes while she watched her mother deep throat her boy toy's cock.

Denise's hand joined the ballet of fellatio that her mouth was staring in. Catherine almost snickered as she wondered how many cocks her mother had to have in her mouth in her past to get as good as she clearly was.

The young man moaned and groaned. His head was tossed back, and his eyes were closed as he received the blowjob he had been waiting for the entire drive over. Soon, his fingers were running through Denise's hair. She knew what that signal meant and picked up her pace. When she knew the moment was imminent, she pulled her lover's cock from her mouth and turned to face her daughter.

"Watch this, babe," she said with a large smile on her face.

Denise's eyes met his and pointed his rod at her chest while she jerked his cock. A loud grunt filled the room when the first rope of cum shot from the end of the rock-hard cock. Four shots later, the man stood as still as before; observing the artwork Denise made of his cum on her chest. Catherine was unimpressed.

"I've seen that before, Mom," she said.

She looked up at his face to get his reaction when she revealed the status of their relationship. He appeared unfazed.

"Yes, I already told him and him drenching my tits wasn't what I wanted you to see," she said.

Just then, he spun Denise around and pointed his still-hard cock at her pussy and began pushing in.

"Fuck! I don't think his cock ever gets soft!" Denise announced as she bent over to receive the stiff rod inside her.

He pushed in without delay until there was no more shaft exposed to the cool air. He began pumping in and out of her. Denise couldn't help but brace herself by gripping each of her daughter's knees. Catherine leaned back and watched the scene unfold. His hands tightly gripped her mother's hips. She could tell he was focused on watching his cock slide in and out of his lover. Her eyes shifted to her mother's face. Her eyes were closed tightly, and her mouth opened just slightly breathing faster with each insertion.

Catherine lifted her skirt and allowed her fingers to move softly over the folds of her own pussy. She was getting wetter by the second and within minutes, her fingers were slowly pushing in and out of her hole. Setting aside the obviousness that it was her mother being fucked right in front of her, she felt comfortable and safe enough to expose herself and do what came natural to her. She looked down to her moistened fingers and back up to find her mother's eyes open, watching her. She continued masturbating while meeting her mother's eyes.

"Does it feel good, baby?" she asked in a raspy voice.

Catherine could only nod slowly.

"He could fuck me for hours," she grunted. "Do you want his cock?"

Catherine became startled. Her fingers stopped in mid-motion. She was at a crossroads and the answer that she felt most comfortable with frightened her the most.

"Insanity," she meekly whispered.

"What is it..." her mother started before Catherine lunged forward and kissed her mother deeply on her lips.

"Oh, fuck," the young man grunted from behind Denise.

His piston motion became feverish. He'd never seen anything like it, and he knew it was going to push his over the edge if something didn't change.

Catherine let the moment take control. Her hand went behind her mother's head and pulled it between her legs. Denise was surprised at the revelation but went to work. She was delicate and aggressive at the same time. Catherine tossed her head back to not let the reality of who was pleasuring her pull her from that pleasure. Once her mother really got to work, Catherine's memories of her fantasy flooded her mind. Her eyes flew open, and her head lurched forward.

She had a sudden and intense rush of déjà vu. It was everything her fantasy described. She had a fistful of a brunette woman's hair, and that woman was eating her out. It was the realization of a long-lived fantasy and of all the people in all the world, it was her mother.

"Mom," she whispered, knowing her first orgasm was well on its way.

Denise didn't say a word. She was lost in the moment as well. So lost were the mother-daughter couple that both forgot about the man fucking Denise. They both were so far drawn from reality that they missed another flood of cum flying from his cock and landing on Denise's back. The scene carrying on in front of him kept his sexual energy charged. He pushed back inside Denise as he watched her go down on her daughter.

Catherine on the other hand was nearing an explosive orgasm and gripped her mother's hair harder and harder until the spark came that ignited the imminent explosion within her. Her body became taught. Her muscles tightened throughout her body. Her face contorted with both orgasmic bliss and a confusing set of emotions.

Denise sucked her daughter's clit into her mouth and her tongue ran circles around it until she knew Catherine couldn't take any more. She underestimated the power of her daughter's orgasm. Catherine began to fervently push her mother away as the sensitivity between her legs grew to unbearable levels.

"Mom," she grunted. "Too much... no more!"

Denise released slowly and returned to the reality of having a sizable cock plowing in and out of her cunt.

"Oh, shit! Go faster!" she demanded of him.

As he picked up the pace and set himself up for his third orgasm, Catherine took stock of what transpired on the couch. Thoughts of fantasy and reality blending together flooded her mind. She covered herself quickly and pulled a large pillow to her. She hugged it like a child who was pouting. She refused to watch her mother being fucked from behind any longer. Instead, she turned her head and stared blankly at the far wall. That didn't protect her from the sounds of bodies slapping together.

After a couple minutes, she looked back and saw the young man looking at her. She felt disgusted and got up to leave. She went to the room she was staying in, swiftly removed her dress and shamed the nude figure she saw in the mirror.

"How could you?" she said, narrowing her eyes to herself.

She felt disgusted. She snatched her bath things and stormed off to the bathroom. She started the water and got in while it came out of the faucet still cold. The shock steadied her mind, and she stood thinking about anything and everything all at once. It all came to her like an unwanted list. First her husband cheated on her. Then she recalled her mother basically confessing to essentially being a reverse whore. Finally, her fantasy that she had masturbated to for many years was realized in her mother's house. Worse, it happened while her mother was being pounded from behind by the pizza boy.