My Mother, the Supermodel

And then, almost languidly, my mother put her arms up and took my face between her hands. And she pulled me down and kissed me hard, almost savagely, on the lips.

'I told you I was a sexual person,' she whispered. 'And you are too. You fucked me very well. You fucked me well.'

And all around us everyone applauded.

*****

What happened next? Well, everything. My mother's raffle — her five-guys-out-of-a-top-hat-fuck — had just been an appetizer. When that was over, the full banquet could begin.

I went back to my quiet corner for a while, to recover and watch the action. There was a lot of fucking and sucking going on — as well as much spanking and wanking, as the man says in the film. And my mother was insatiable. I'd have expected her to need some recuperation time after all the screwing she'd done, but she went straight into a three way session with two other women. She was — they all were — enthusiastic and amazing.

Later, I watched as three men buggered my mother in turn, with her shouting and shrieking and swearing on all fours on that mattress bed. And, while I was watching, the woman I'd met earlier, the one in the purple jersey, crept over to me and took my cock into her mouth without a word.

Then, later, as I was fucking her, I looked up and saw my mother smiling down at me. She slapped me on the arse to urge me on, and I came for the second time that evening, inside the girl with the mouth like a bruise and the long curled hair.

*****

Later, much later, when things had quietened down, and only a few determined couples were still fucking gently here there, my mother came over to where I was sitting on the floor and cuddled up to me. She nestled her head in the hollow of my shoulder and began to talk.

'You know, darling,' she said, 'I did read your text that night.'

I didn't understand her for a moment, but she went on: 'Remember? The night you came home, and Paula was sucking Eric's cock and I was masturbating?'

Light was slowly beginning to dawn. 'Ye-es,' I said, cautiously.

'Well, I read your text before,' said Chloe. 'I knew you were coming home.'

'You knew,' I said, 'but you still ... '

'That's right,' she said. 'We still ...'

'Was Paula in on it?' I asked.

'Both of them,' she said. 'Paula and Eric. But I was so upset when you ran away afterwards. I hadn't expected that. I didn't think it all out, I suppose. I was scared I'd lost you for such a long, long time.'

I didn't speak. Chloe snuggled closer and closed her eyes.

'That's why I'm so happy now,' she said. 'I'm so happy and relieved you're back.'

And then, I think, she fell asleep.

And so did I. We both did.

And I think that's all. I think I've told my story.