Swingers Club Seduction

"Hot! It was hot, Mom, and I don't regret it one bit," Cassie interjected.

I swallowed as I listened to her words. John's hand sat on my thigh, trying to brace me, but nothing could prepare me for this conversation. I had to admit to myself that watching Cassie fuck and then play with herself turned me on way more than it should have.

"Yes, I'll admit it was hot," I said.

"Jan!" John yelped, giving me a bit of a side-eye.

"What? I would be lying if I said otherwise, but just because it was arousing doesn't mean it was okay," I pushed back.

"How long have you been involved in swinging?" John asked, trying to move on from talking about how aroused we were watching her masturbate for us.

"About two years. Do you remember Amy, my sophomore-year roommate? Well, we had been lovers for a few months and wanted to try something new. We found a swingers party near campus and before we knew it we became regulars in the scene. As you could imagine, two hot bisexual college girls were a big hit with everyone," Cassie explained.

As Cassie talked, I couldn't help but picture her with her old roommate. Amy was a petite brunette, who was in incredible shape. I always had a feeling that something happened between them, but I had no idea that they were part of the lifestyle.

"I like your bodystocking," Cassie seductively said while licking her lips.

My daughter was flirting with me, her mother! I felt her foot rub my leg, moving closer to my crotch. I didn't want to bat it away, but I worried John would notice what was happening. I didn't know what to do.

The longer this went on, the more turned on I got.

"Um, so do you come here often? We have never seen you here before," I asked, trying to distract myself from the throbbing in my pussy.

I couldn't believe my daughter was actively trying to seduce me. It was one thing to role-play, but this was real. Cassie was acting like a person possessed. Yes, she was sexually open. We raised her to be sex-positive and that it was okay to experiment if she felt comfortable, but that was supposed to be with other people, not with John and me.

"I was here for the first time a couple of weeks ago. Stan and Carol invited me. Amy and I used to visit a club near our college. Nothing as nice as this, but it got the job done," Cassie explained while winking at her Dad.

"Oh!" I yelped as Cassie's foot brushed up against my soaked pussy.

My daughter rubbed her foot against my needy cunt, causing my body to tremble uncontrollably. I did my best to cover up my reactions, but Cassie's teases were starting to be too much.

I needed to get away before I came all over my daughter's toes.

"Ugh, I have to use the bathroom," I uttered while quickly standing up.

John looked shocked by my sudden pronouncement, but I couldn't explain my desperate need to escape.

Thankfully the bathroom was empty when I got there. I needed a moment to myself to gather my thoughts. This was all too much; it was hard to believe it was real.

I looked at myself in the mirror and saw how flushed my face was from arousal. Cassie's ministrations got me worked up. I felt conflicted admitting how badly I wanted her to continue. This was the girl I raised, yet I couldn't help but be pulled in by the sexy nymph in front of me.

As I wrestled with these thoughts, I heard the door spring open.

"Hi, Mom," Cassie said as she walked in.

"Baby, what you were doing back there wasn't appropriate," I explained as I watched her walk towards me.

Cassie pushed her body into mine until I was up against the bathroom wall. All I saw when I looked at Cassie was unadulterated lust. I froze, uncertain what I should do.

Cassie kissed me. Her lips were soft, and the scent of sex wafted off of her body. Cassie's breasts pressed into mine and I could feel her hard, taut nipples rub against my own. My mind screamed at me to stay calm and to not join her in her lustful ambitions, but my body had other ideas.

I ran my hands through Cassie's disheveled hair before returning her kiss. This was no motherly kiss. All my pent-up sexual desire exploded out of my lips. Cassie slid her tongue into my mouth as our bodies pushed into each other. Cassie pushed her knee into my crotch, grounding it against my needy cunt. I moaned into her mouth as our kiss intensified.

Cassie ran her hands all over my body before slipping her right hand between my legs. I knew I should resist, but I had no more fight in me. I wanted this just as much as she did.

I pressed my groin against her hand as she massaged my cunt. I knew I shouldn't, but I needed to cum.

"Make Mommy cum, Cassie," I begged.

I was experiencing an out-of-body moment. My mind screamed about how wrong this was, yet all I wanted was for Cassie to eat me out.

Cassie slinked down my body, her hand brushing my skin through my sheer bodystocking before arriving at my exposed crotch.

Cassie lifted my right leg over her shoulder as I placed my hands on her head to balance myself.

"I'm about to eat the pussy that brought me into this world," I heard Cassie whisper to herself before taking the first lick of my drenched cunt.

Feeling my daughter's tongue on my pussy sent me into a tizzy.

"Oh god, Cassie. Eat Mommy's pussy. Lick up all my juices. That feels so good," I moaned.

Cassie's tongue deliberately moved up and down my pussy lips, gently flicking my clit with every pass. It was clear that Cassie had a lot of experience with women and had me moaning with delight.

Cassie's slim fingers soon joined her tongue. Two fingers massaged my cunt as they moved in and out of me. This wasn't simple pumping of her fingers. Cassie massaged my G-spot in a way no other lover had.

It was becoming increasingly harder to balance as orgasm approached. I gripped Cassie's head tighter. Cassie's tongue drew circles around my clit as she sucked it between her lips. It was all too much for me.

"Cassie!" I yelled as I came all over my daughter's face.

Moments later, Cassie stood before me and kissed me passionately on my lips. Cassie tasted like my pussy, and I couldn't believe I was kissing my daughter with my wetness all over her face.

"I'll see you back at the table," Cassie said as she turned towards the door, wiping her face with the back of her hand.

And then she was gone. I quickly straightened my clothing and headed back to the lounge.

"Everything okay?" John inquired.

"Just needed the bathroom," I lied.

"Listen, I know we have a lot to talk about. Would it be okay if we did it another time, though?" Cassie innocently asked.

"Sure," John and I responded in unison.

Cassie hugged us both goodbye, and we left the club soon after.

John and I spent the rest of the night in shock. I tossed and turned as I attempted to fall asleep.

After last night I needed to clear my mind, so I spent my afternoon lounging in the sun and working on my tan. John was out golfing with friends, so I had the whole house to myself.

I walked outside and felt the warmth of the sun on my skin. It was a beautiful day with a clear blue sky and a gentle breeze. I set my towel on my favorite spot on the lawn and laid out in the sun.

I always preferred to suntan nude to avoid any tan lines, and the weather was perfect for it. I grabbed my sunscreen bottle and began applying it generously to my exposed skin. I took my time as I worked the lotion into every inch of my flesh. The rhythm of my movements were slow and steady, each touch sending a ripple of pleasure through my body.

I rubbed the lotion in, feeling its silky texture on my skin. My fingers glided over my body, spreading the protective cream evenly. Putting on the sunscreen stopped being about guarding myself against the sun and more about enjoying the sensation of rubbing my slick hands over my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, relishing the moment.

Sweat began to bead along my slick, lotion-covered skin. As I ran my hands over my curves, my mind drifted to the previous night's events. Thoughts of Cassie playing with herself in front of John and me filled me with desire. She was not just playing with herself but putting on a show for us. She wanted us to see her cum, and cum she did while looking me straight in the eyes.

Between my nasty thoughts about Cassie and the heat of the sun, I couldn't help but explore my figure. I squeezed some more lotion into my hands and slowly worked the sunscreen into the sensitive flesh of my breasts. I always loved breast play, and the cream on my tits was sending my libido into overdrive.

I tweaked and pulled at my taut nipples, causing myself to moan.

"Oh, Cassie, play with Mommy's tits," I growled.

As I continued playing with my sweaty body, I imagined that it was my daughter's hands teasing me. I envisioned Cassie's lotion-covered fingers grazing my stomach and playing with the tits that she once drank from.

My hands worked their way to my thighs as I massaged the lotion into my toned legs. My pussy yearned for attention, but I wanted to tease myself a little more.

I let the back of my hand gently bump into my clit before gingerly brushing my nails across my stomach and up to my breasts. I caressed my collarbone before carefully wrapping my fingers around my neck, choking myself as I pulled my nipples hard. The rough play caused my body to shiver in anticipation of what was to come.

My heart was pounding, and my breathing was short. I couldn't hold off anymore. I slipped two fingers into my mouth, lubricating them, getting them ready to play with my soaked pussy. I rubbed my fingers between my slick folds before bringing them to my clit. I gently massaged my clit, feeling myself getting wetter and wetter.

Thoughts of Cassie licking my pussy flooded my mind as my fingers increased their speed.

"Lick Mommy's pussy, baby. Cassie, I need to cum," I whimpered.

The thought of her blonde hair poking between my thighs was too much to handle, and my body exploded, releasing all my built-up tension. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of euphoria wash over me. I took my time, savoring every moment and feeling completely immersed in my climax.

As I lay there, coming down from my orgasm, my phone rang, jolting me back to reality. I was shocked to see it was Cassie. I assumed she wanted time to process things before reaching out.

"Hi, honey," I answered.

"Mom, I feel like we should talk. Would it be okay if I came over for dinner tonight?" She asked.

I paused, thinking about what it would be like to see her.

"Of course, Cas. Come around 7:30. We can order some food," I responded.

"Perfect. See you then," Cassie said before hanging up.

I quickly texted John and let him know the plan.

"Okay. We all need to talk," John wrote me.

I spent the rest of the day doing everything I could to distract myself. As the time got closer to Cassie's arrival, I began getting ready. After laying out in the sun most of the afternoon, I desperately needed to shower.

As I walked into the shower, I let the warm water run over my body, washing away the tension and fatigue from last night. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the heat of the water seep into my skin and soothe my muscles.

Water running over my body always felt sensual to me. There was something about showering that felt intimate. It was my time to explore and get to know every inch of my body.

The warm water felt like a caress on my skin, and the soap felt like a soft embrace. I ran my hands over my curves, feeling the contours of my body and relishing in the feeling of my touch.

I found myself getting more and more turned on, and I couldn't resist exploring my own body a little further. I let my hands wander, trailing over my breasts and down to my hips, feeling the excitement build within me.

I lathered the soap in my hands and took my time, exploring every inch of my skin; my body becoming more and more aroused with each passing moment. Despite having just cum a few hours ago, I knew if I didn't stop, I wouldn't be able to prevent myself from cumming again.

A part of me knew that something might happen tonight, and I wanted to be prepared. I fought the urge to indulge in my body once again and decided to focus on preparing for tonight. I washed my long brown hair before shaving every inch of hair on my body.

I put on some understated makeup, giving me a natural look. I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I was getting dressed up for Cassie, but I couldn't fight that I craved her attention. I wanted her to see my body and need to hold herself back from jumping my bones.

I walked through my large closet until I came across my athleisure shelf. I grabbed my newest Lululemon leggings, which perfectly showed off my tight ass. I had caught John checking me out in them many times before, so I knew they would have the desired effect.

I finished the look with a cropped sweatshirt that showed a little underboob when I lifted my arms. It was a younger look, but John had seen me wearing the shirt around the house a few times, so I didn't believe he would think anything of it.

"Hi, Mom, Dad. I'm home," Cassie yelled as she walked through the door.

I ran downstairs when I heard Cassie come in. "I'm so glad you came, baby. It means a lot to us that you reached out," I said, hugging her.

"I brought some wine," Cassie announced as she passed it to John.

"Hey, honey," John said cautiously.

It was clear that John was still unsure how to deal with what happened last night.

"How'd your golf game go today, Dad?" Cassie asked, trying to break the ice.

"It was fine. Something about my stroke felt off. Probably wasn't the best idea to play hung-over," John laughed.

The laughter helped ease the simmering tension in the room.

"Let's figure out dinner. I'm starving! Does Italian sound good to everyone?" I wondered.

"Sounds great, Mom," Cassie replied as she plopped herself on the couch.

For the next 30 minutes, Cassie, John, and I talked as if last night hadn't occurred. Cassie acted like the fun-loving, innocent girl that John and I always knew. It was nice having family time together.

"Well, I'm going to shower quickly before the food arrives. Sorry, I didn't get a chance to clean up before you got here, Cassie," John said as he headed upstairs.

"No worries, Dad. It will give Mom and me a chance to catch up," Cassie remarked.

Looking at Cassie, I couldn't help but take in her beauty. Her piercing blue eyes looked right through me as I checked out her sexy body. Cassie's blonde hair was slicked back in a ponytail, allowing me to take in her perfect features.

Cassie wore a basic cropped tee and a pair of low-rise jeans. The combination showed off her hourglass figure perfectly. Her lips shined from whatever gloss she wore, making her look extremely kissable.

For a brief moment, the two of us looked at each other, waiting to see who would speak first.

"You look beautiful tonight, Cassie," I remarked, hoping it would start a conversation.

"Oh, thanks. You looked pretty hot too. There aren't a lot of mothers who could pull off that look," Cassie responded.

I wanted Cassie to notice my outfit, but now that she had, I felt conflicted about what to do. While we had already played with each other at the club, here we were in my house, the house I raised her in. Was I going to continue this incestuous affair?

"Last night was extraordinary, Mom. I probably shouldn't say this, but I really enjoyed kissing you," Cassie blurted out.

My face turned red as I listened to my daughter's compliment.

"I enjoyed eating your pussy, even more, and I can't wait to do it again tonight," Cassie seductively said.

Gone was the innocent woman who was here a few moments ago. The woman in front of me now was the same as the one I fucked in the bathroom in the club.

"Cassie," I whispered, unsure what to say.

I had come into this night expecting to be the seductress, but I quickly felt submissive to my daughter's wants and needs.

"I know you want this. I could tell just by how you were looking at me. Will you help me fuck Daddy? I bet you would love to see Daddy's cock deep inside me," Cassie tantalizingly asked.

It took all my strength not to get on my knees before Cassie and submit myself to her.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked Cassie, as it seemed like she already had a plan.

"After dinner, I want you to excuse yourself to your room. While you do that, I will say I need to use the restroom, and I will meet you there. We will undress and come back downstairs," Cassie explained as I listened with bated breath.

"Isn't that a bit aggressive," I worried.

"He won't know what to do. I am sure he will be demure and ask what is going on. I want you to tell him about what happened in the bathroom at the club; explain to him how it is all you have been able to think about all day. Share with him how badly you need to feel my lips on your body again and how much you want to see him with me," Cassie confidently spelled out.

I sat there in complete awe of my daughter. I was transfixed by her every word and wanted to do everything I could to please her. It was not in my nature to be submissive, especially not when it came to sex, but I wanted to gratify Cassie's every desire.

The doorbell rang, giving me a moment to recoup myself. I answered the door and brought the food to the kitchen. I leaned against the kitchen counter, trying to regain a sense of equilibrium.

I took several deep breaths before whispering, "I am going to help my daughter seduce her father tonight!"

John soon came down, and we enjoyed our meal.

"So, did I miss any interesting conversations while upstairs?" John asked.

"Nothing exciting," Cassie answered.

"Do you think we should talk about last night?" John wondered.

"Can we wait until after dinner? I want to enjoy the meal," I pushed back.

The rest of the meal was rife with sexual tension. While the three of us tried to maintain a normal conversation, it was clear all we were thinking about was sex.

"I'm going to go upstairs for a few minutes, John. Could you clean up dinner?" I requested.

"Of course. Care to help me, Cas?" John asked.

"Um, I have to go use the bathroom. Sorry, Dad," Cassie lied.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll do it myself," John chuckled.

Cassie and I made our way upstairs.

I stood in my room for a few moments, shaking uncontrollably. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself how badly I wanted this, despite how nervous I felt.

The door opened, and I soon felt a warm breath on my neck. Cassie ran her tongue down my neck while leaving little loving kisses.

"Oh, Cassie," I purred.

Cassie didn't waste any time. She reached her hands under the hem of my sweatshirt and pulled it over my head. Cassie's small hands cupped my heaving breasts as she began to kiss her way down to the small of my back.

"That feels so good, Cassie," I said, encouraging her.

Cassie quickly pulled my leggings down to the ground as I stepped out of them. Cassie ran her hand up my inner leg towards my crotch. My heart was beating out of my chest as I was uncertain what Cassie was about to do. Cassie's fingers slid through my wet, engorged labia before continuing their way up my body. Even the slightest touch of my daughter's fingers on my pussy brought me to the edge of orgasm.

I soon felt Cassie's naked breasts press into my back as she turned me around and kissed me. Cassie's tongue traced my outer lips before she nibbled on them. We passionately kissed as I tried to wrap my head around the fact that I was about to help my daughter seduce her father.

"Let's go have some fun," Cassie said as she took my hand and led me downstairs.

The two of us stood naked at the living room entrance. My heart was pumping, and my face was flushed with arousal. I was beyond excited but extremely nervous about John's reaction.