High Heels and a Pretty Smile Ch. 05

"Yeah. Well. That's not as great as I thought."

His eyes were quite searching. I could tell he was a psychologist. It was a trait my mom had. What was it they saw? What was it that gave things away? Changes to skin tone? Dilating pupils? An involuntary glance away? The more I thought about the giveaway signals, the more fighting against them became a giveaway in itself.

As a child, having a parent trained in body language made it very hard to lie. On the verge of adulthood, it was near painful. Perhaps knowing how people thought was what made Stuart seem attractive. He used his tricks to be disarming. To find the weakness in a person's character and dig at it until he had control over them. Is that what he was doing to me? I felt challenged.

"Perhaps we are a little alike. Where it counts."

In my head, I'd just told him I was as good at sucking cock as my mom. I thought I was being clever. He couldn't possibly interpret it how I meant, and that made me feel good saying it. I let myself down with the one thing I couldn't control. I went red

"Perhaps you should have tried psychology."

He calmly swallowed back more of his coffee.

"Something tells me you would have been good at it. "

Somehow I'd started a mental chess game with him. And suddenly I was losing.

"Yes. You are very alike. You should be thanking her for your gifts.

The same personality type. Same mouth. Same body shape. You even have the same..."

"Okay. Stop."

I snapped.

"You can look at my mom that way, but not me. I'm the daughter. Off-limits."

He started laughing.

"I pay you a compliment and you think I'm hitting on you."

Fuck. What was I doing? Perhaps I had bit too quickly. Get a grip, Julia. He couldn't possibly know what I'd meant.

"Sorry." I muttered.

That was the point I understood he'd stripped away my strength and exposed my weakness.

"It's fine." He said smugly.

Mom finally appeared still wrapped in a dressing gown and rescued me from any more embarrassment.

"So. How's uni?" She asked, pouring herself a coffee.

Difficult. But this wasn't the time. I hoped Stuart wouldn't mention that I'd only just expressed having doubts. Perhaps it would have been better if he was distracted by my er... shape. And mouth.

"Okay." I said.

"It's Uni. Don't suppose it's changed much since your day."

"Drinking and boys? No probably not.

Not that I had any boys. I was already with your father. Stupidly.

And pregnant."

I smiled. I had no connection with Dad. He hadn't been a father to me growing up. I had been as happy to see him leave as Mom was. I hadn't spoken to him once since.

"I was the prude."

I threw another glance at Stuart. Not so much now obviously.

"What about you? Anyone special?" Mom went on.

"No. No one steady."

"Good. You're young. Don't make the mistakes I made.

Not that I'm saying you were."

She hugged me as she passed by. All I felt was her soft tits pressing against my arm and again I was gripped by the idea of Stuart fondling and kissing my Mom's private parts.

"Best thing that ever happened to me. And now, Stuart is number two on my list of favorite things."

I watched his hand briefly glide over her butt. A shiver went through me. Arousal or repulsion? I couldn't quite tell.

Mom took me shopping in the afternoon. It was a hot day and it felt great in the air-conditioned mall. Grey and white tiles covered the walkways and bright colors reflected the sun to warm my bare legs and arms, but never so hot that I felt uncomfortable. Outside it was a different story. Hot, with blue skies and no wind disturbing the tall palm trees that lined the parking lot.

"Here's a nice dress." Mom said holding up a long flowery effort she'd found.

I laughed.

"Yeah. If you're forty."

She looked offended.

"What's wrong with it?"

"I'm nineteen. I wear shorts and tee shirts. Not Nana's war wardrobe."

I'd found a white crochet tank top on the reduced rail. A little retro thing that'd look great with some light denim shorts and an open shirt. It'd show off my midriff and hang loose around my tits.

"I'm gonna try this on."

"It looks like underwear."

"It looks like the twenty-first century." I countered looking around for a changing room.

To my horror mom pushed in behind me.

"Mom." I exclaimed in shock.

"What? I want to see."

"I can come out."

"Oh shut up and try it on." She insisted pushing the cubical door shut.

I cringed but pulled my top off trying to avoid seeing Mom's eyes on my bare tits as they swung about with every move I made. I gathered up the new top and put it over my head.

"You've nice tits. Just like mine." She said as I quickly covered myself.

"Can't you look the other way?" I muttered.

Christ. This morning Stuart had been comparing our mouths. Now mom was comparing tits.

"You're my daughter. Stop being so Victorian."

"How does it look?" I asked desperate to avoid a discussion about my tits.

Begrudgingly she admitted it was nice. It was. Comfortable and stylish. I loved it. My unrestrained flesh felt free to move in it, jiggling as I twisted about. I was conscious of moms eyes on me, confused by the thought that I found it awkward while liking the idea that strangers would see just that in the street.

"I want it." I declared.

As I followed her to the cashier desk I let my eyes drop to moms legs and found myself doing my own comparison. A little more shapely but much the same. And I had to admit, even at forty they looked great in her short dress. As did her butt.

Oh fuck. What was wrong with me? I was leering at my mother now.

"Aren't you buying anything?"

"No. I don't need.... Well. I have all the clothes I need."

"Not like you. Normally you spend a fortune on clothes whether you need them or not."

"I might look at the shoes after we've had a coffee. I need some new heels."

She turned to pay for my top and I was drawn back to her body, imagining Stuart pressed up behind her. I saw his hands sliding around to grope her tits. Tits just like mine. I turned away and tried to distract myself with another shuffle through the sale items.

It was my turn to make dinner when we got back. I was no cook so it was grocery store Lasagne and salad. Mom and Stuart disappeared upstairs while I was preparing it. I was in no doubt why and put some music on to be sure I didn't hear.

The grin on Mom's face confirmed it when they appeared again. Stuart as always looked nonplussed.

"Do you like Julia's top?"

I reddened at her drawing his attention to the flimsy tank top but couldn't resist giving myself a little body shake. Christ. My tits did wobble in it. Perhaps too much to do that again in front of him.

"Very nice." He said.

My top or my tits? I wondered. I glanced at Mom. She didn't care that he was looking at her daughter in a way he shouldn't be.

"Everyone take a seat. I'll serve." I announced pushing away the uncomfortable thought that she'd happily have me take part in a threesome with them.

Thankfully she took his attention from me. I found myself enthralled with watching them. The little touches, connecting glances between them when they thought I wasn't looking.

What was obvious was Mom's deference to Stuart. I'd always seen her as the strong one. So sure in herself. Here, she seemed smaller, weaker. He was the power in their relationship. His talk of dominance and submission took on new meaning but left me squirming with images of Fifty Shades of Grey being enacted in the room along from me invading my thoughts.

"Any wine?" I asked.

Admissions

"Mom.

I wanted to speak to you about Uni while Stuart isn't about."

She patted the couch next to her and I took a seat. Stuart was out at the grocery store and I deemed this as good a time as any to broach the subject of dropping out.

"I'm not sure it's for me."

I braced for the onslaught. The guilt trip of how much money she'd spent to send me there, and predictions of my flipping burgers and living in squalor for the remainder of my life.

"Not everyone wants to study and work at a career that takes over your life." She said sweetly.

I blinked. Not what I'd expected.

"So you wouldn't mind if I dropped out?" I pressed.

Mom smiled and put her hand on my knee as though I was still six years old.

"Stuart has shown me that there are other, more important things. And ways to be happy."

Fucking Stuart again. Had he hypnotized her? But at least she appreciated there might be more than one way to move forward in life. I don't think before meeting him she would have been so receptive to my thinking.

"Well yeah. Perhaps I need to find out what those other things are."

"We can help you with that. We'll talk about it over the next few days before you go back.

If you go back."

"Thanks."

I hugged her. That was easy.

For three days I'd been at home. Not once had I paddled the pink canoe, damned the beaver, shucked the oyster. I did laugh at all the slang for masturbation the internet provided. Not that anyone I knew actually said those terms.

Whatever one wanted to call it, three days was a long time for me. I was pretty active on that front. Even without the camera. There weren't many days I didn't do it at least twice. And that was when I perhaps had the real thing to aim for on a weekend. That wouldn't be the case here. It was all down to me to keep the angry kitty subdued between playing happy families.

I was horny as fuck and well aware others in the house were fairing better. My mom for fucks sake. And while she got her pussy pumped I was struggling with an unscratchable itch that tingled uncontrollably around my crotch, butt, nipples, and the insides of my thighs. It was maddening.

This time I didn't shy away on returning from the bathroom. I'd even purposefully waited longer until they were in bed. As I hovered near to the door I was intrigued by the sounds coming through it. And there was no mistaking them.

"Uhh. Uh. Uh.

Fuck me, Master."

I should have moved away but I wanted to feed my arousal. I put my ear closer to the wood. I could hear his grunts and my mom moaning with the same vocal sounds I showed my pleasure. Perhaps we were alike.

"Uuuh.

So fucking good.

I need it so much."

"That's because you're not getting it enough in the day." Stuart responded.

"I'm not Master.

Fuck. Make me cum."

That was my mom. I was listening to my mum talking dirty. Surreal.

"You fuck me so hard Master."

He was. I could hear the slap of their flesh. My eyes widened. Mom was a whore in the bedroom. But then so was I when given the chance. I think that was the moment I realized we really were the same.

"Beg for it. Beg for me to make you cum."

"Please, Master."

I was fixated.

"Please make me cum."

I quivered at the thought of being so close and denied. I almost willed him to let her have her pleasure.

"Oh god. Please, Master."

I heard the sound of hand slaps. Her butt being smacked as he rode her from behind. My pussy gushed and I bit my lip to stay quiet.

"Cum for me. Cum for me now." He ordered.

"Yes, Master."

I broke away as her cries of approaching orgasm shocked me back to reality and went to my room.

"Fucking hell. I've just listened to my mom fucking." I muttered.

And she was calling him Master again. What the hell went on in that bedroom?

Again my head was in turmoil. Fascination at my Mom being fucked like a whore and disgust at my being turned on by it. I lay for ages in the dark trying not to think about it. Trying to think of the guys I'd been with, even Helen. Anything but my Mom.

But eventually, I gave in to the overwhelming ache that hadn't left my groin since I'd heard her first groans. It was always there on and off, but three days of enforced abstinence and now, what I'd just listened to had left me with a horniness that wasn't going to go away.

I slipped my hand inside my Panama bottoms and found myself wetter than I think I'd ever been. Soft pliable flesh deflected around my fingers and I wriggled my legs.

"Mmmm."

I lay there playing with myself for a while. That unscratchable itch rising from the depths of my clit. An expanding ache centered by a growing pressure. God, I was wet. I squeezed a tit hard with my other hand.

"Uhh."

I couldn't help but see Stuart in my mind. Imagining him over me. His cock in place of my fingers.

"Uhhh."

I kicked away the covers and pushed my pajamas to my knees. It'd been two weeks since I'd had a guy between my thighs. A nerdy history student that'd fucked Helen the week before. That was what we both called him. The History Guy. His name was Rob but our moniker was better.

He'd been sweet and good with his tongue. His fucking was a little frantic and lacking in style but he'd done the deed.

I'd swapped notes with Helen the following night. Both of us drunk on beers as we'd argued about how big his cock was and who he'd lasted the longest with.

Right now I'd happily have him here with me again. To have his cock penetrate me. Instead, I only had my fingers and... no wait.

I clambered from the bed, finally kicking away the garment trying to trip me up. I found my hairbrush. The one with the soft handle that'd served me well through High School. And tonight I was calling on it to meet its greatest challenge.

I knelt with my knees apart and lay my face flat on the bed so that my ass was pushed high in the air. Reaching between my thighs I eased the handle of the brush into my pussy.

"Ohh."

Again I thought of Stuart. It was as though he was invading my head through thought control from the neighboring bedroom.

"Oh god."

I fucked myself silly while my free hand traumatized my clit.

"Fuck."

I gasped breaths aware I was getting loud. I didn't care. I needed so badly to cum. What if they heard me? So what? They hadn't been quiet.

"Uhhh."

I forced myself not to. Pretending I had to beg.

"Please let me cum." I muttered sounding just like my Mom.

"Oh god."

I came with Mom's imagined O face in my head. Shuddering and quaking I kept on. In and out of my soaking pussy with that brush. It was my surrogate cock. It was Stuart, shafting me from behind just as I imagined he had Mom.

"Harder." I said much too loudly.

I held the brush so that my knuckle impacted my other little hole. It felt so good and not for the first time I wondered what it'd be like to have that fucked. I vowed to be adventurous when the next opportunity presented itself.

"Fuck."

I came again. Just as strongly. I rolled onto my back gasping with absolute satisfaction.

"That was so good." I muttered.

Could I repeat that another time for a post? It'd be pushing the boundaries even more, but imagine my followers being treated to that. Perhaps I could ask Helen to film me? She'd seen me naked when we changed in front of one another. One more step wouldn't hurt and she was certainly wild enough to do it.

God. When I was horny I had some wild ideas.

"Ew."

I woke early to find I'd drifted into sleep the night before exactly where I'd finished pleasuring myself. I was on top of the bed with my legs wide open and the hairbrush laying between them. Dried juice covered my vulva and thighs as though I'd gushed in my moment.

I sat up glancing at the unlocked door. Mom always knocked, but imagine if she'd come in and found me like that? I looked like a used ho.

I needed a shower.

I retrieved my bottoms and headed for the bathroom, stopping briefly by moms room.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

Jesus. It was early and they were at it again. I kept on, not wanting to hear anymore.

I showered and dressed, then went downstairs to put the coffee on.

"Ah. I love a girl who makes coffee in the morning." Stuart announced as he took a seat at the table.

"Just coffee?" I smirked pouring him a mug.

Stuart's eyes pierced me and reddening cheeks betrayed my regret at the jibe.

"Morning."

Mom saved me any more embarrassment as she breezed in. I glanced at her legs in the short dressing gown unable to avoid the thought that a few minutes earlier they'd been spread open with this man pounding her pussy. Oh fuck. Thoughts I didn't want to have. These two were driving me insane.

"Sleep well?" I asked with hidden sarcasm.

"Eventually." Mom smirked.

"How about you?"

Again I was struck dumb by her honesty. She might as well have said, "After I'd been fucked silly".

I just nodded and shifted in my chair, unable to think of a suitable comeback.

"It's important to sleep well." Stuart chipped in.

"And the best sleep comes when all the stress of the day is released first. Always do something pleasurable before you close your eyes. Something that releases serotonin into your brain. It's the happy hormone."

I was convinced he was smirking at me as he raised the coffee mug to hide his lips. He couldn't possibly know I'd masturbated. Could he? Christ. Had I been louder than I imagined? I went red.

"Mind if I put Good Morning America on?" I asked skipping from my chair to find the TV controller Anything to distract me from my embarrassment.

Never Drink With Adults

I was drunk. Not a new experience for me by far. I was a Uni girl. Being drunk was part of the experience. Almost a requirement. What I wasn't used to, was being drunk in front of my mom and her... what was he? Lover, future husband, fuck buddy?

The day hadn't been unusual. A visit to the beach and dinner in a restaurant. Reminiscing about old times and listening to stories about Stuart's climb to the top of his profession. But in the comfort of our living room with the wine flowing things had become more relaxed. Too relaxed.

Stuart was acting as drunk as I felt. His self-control was shot through and he was touching my mom in ways I didn't want to see. And yet I was looking. Not even hiding my interest.

"Oh, you're so gonna regret this in the morning." I said waving a glass around without a care to whether its contents sloshed over the sides.

"It's just natural affection." He said without a hint of embarrassment.

The strange thing was, I didn't remember him drinking that much. Just the bottle constantly refilling my glass. And then there was Mom. She didn't seem drunk at all, but she wasn't stopping him. I rolled my eyes deciding I was too drunk to see a drunk. I couldn't trust my judgment.

Stuart's hand was openly fondling her tit. I could see his fingers moving, even the roll of her nipple between them as it pressed out through the thin material of her short dress. It was hot to watch even if it was my mom.

I glanced at her legs. They were nice. Shapely and smooth, like my own. What there was of the dress only just covered her crotch. If she parted her knees even a tiny bit, I would see everything.

I couldn't help but think of those thighs wrapped around Stuart. My eyes went to him. He looked relaxed, masterful. I took another sip of my wine and glanced down at my legs stretched out on the floor. I tried not to think about them hooked around him in place of Mom.

"You know. You two are being a bit too touchy-feely." I said grasping at the moral high ground in my head.

"Julia. Don't pretend to be innocent. I've seen your Reddit posts."

My heart skipped a beat.

"Mom."

Fuck. Did she know about my Reddit account?

"What posts? I don't post anything."

"The lady doth protest too much." Stuart said with a smirk.

I buried my head in shame. He was right. As a denial, that had been pathetic.

"Oh. it doesn't matter." Mom said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"So long as you're having fun. That's what sexy bodies are for."

"God. I'm so embarrassed."

If I hadn't been so inebriated I think I'd have run from the house and changed my name, never to return.

"You shouldn't be." Stuart started.