My Girlfriend's Mother

Chloe came home from work around nine, not completely pissed but tipsy. She was in that loose stage where everything seems like a good idea. "Got prosecco!" She held up a bottle from Waitrose. "The good stuff. Thought we could have a family night."

She was still in her work clothes: a black pencil skirt, those expensive sheer 20 denier tights she always wore that she said made her legs look longer than they were, and a white blouse going a bit see-through from the rain.

Her mum on the sofa in her short silk robe. She had stockings on underneath because I'd told her to wear them, no knickers. Our little secret while we watched telly.

"You're soaked," Diana said.

"Bloody rain. Didn't bring a brolly." Chloe flopped down between us and started opening the prosecco. She poured, then passed a glass to Diana. "Come on, Mum. Live dangerously."

Diana drank. The robe shifted, showing the lace top of her hold-ups. Chloe's eyes went straight to them and stayed there. "Fancy stockings for a Friday night in," she said.

Diana's hand went to her thigh, adjusting the robe. It was too late. "They're comfortable."

"They're sexy." Chloe was still staring. "They look good on you, Mum. Really good."

Diana uncrossed and recrossed her legs, and the robe fell open more. Chloe's breathing changed, with a quick intake of breath when she saw the bare thigh above the stocking. "Mine are so boring," she said, looking down at her tights. "Office appropriate. Professional."

"You look fine," Diana said.

"Fine. Not sexy. Not like you." The prosecco was hitting her. "Yours are pure sex. When did you get sexy, Mum?"

"I haven't..."

"You have. Since Easter. Since..." She looked at me. "Since the breakdown that wasn't really a breakdown."

*Fuck.* She knew something.

"What do you mean?" Her mum asked carefully.

"In the garden. At the cottage. You weren't having an episode, were you?"

Diana's hand stilled on her glass. I stopped breathing.

"You were with someone," Chloe continued. "That's why you were... Why there was..." She drank more prosecco. "Cum. There was cum on you... Who was it?" Chloe asked, not angry, just curious. "Someone from the village? That man with the dog?"

Neither of us moved. We couldn't look at each other.

Chloe laughed, a bitter sound. "Won't tell me? Fine. Keep your secrets." She stood up, swayed slightly, and started unbuttoning her blouse.

"What are you doing?" Her mum asked.

"Hot. Too hot." Blouse off. A black bra, the one she wore for important presentations. "And these tights are clinging." She started rolling them down, carefully.

We were both watching, her hands in her lap, mine gripping my thighs. The expensive shimmer of the tights as she peeled them off. My face was hot. Her mum shifted beside me.

"Maybe I should get some stockings," Chloe said, now in just knickers and bra. "Maybe that's what I need. To be sexy like Mum."

She moved to Diana's legs and ran her hand up the stocking. "These are soft."

"Chloe, you're drunk."

"Tipsy. There's a difference." Her hand went higher on her mum's thigh. "Does he like them? Your mystery man?"

Diana's breathing changed. "Yes."

"Does he touch them? Like this?" Her hand went even higher, the robe falling open more. Her mum's bare cunt was almost visible. "Sometimes..."

I was rock hard, watching my girlfriend explore her mother's thigh. Both of them knew something was happening.

"Show me," Chloe said suddenly.

"What?"

"Show me what he does. How he touches you."

"I can't..."

"Why not? We're all adults. All family." She looked at me. "Archie won't mind. Will you?"

*Mind? Watching them?* "No."

She looked between us, deciding something. Then she took Chloe's hand, guided it higher. "Like this," she said quietly. "He touches me like this."

Chloe's fingers were on the bare skin above the stocking. Her mum's robe was fully open now. No knickers confirmed. "No underwear?" Chloe's voice was smaller now. "Mum!"

"He prefers it this way."

"Who is he?"

Diana looked at me, a mix of permission and warning. I nodded slightly.

"Someone close," Diana said. "Someone you know."

Chloe's hand was still on her mother's thigh. Not moving higher but not pulling away. "Do I know him well?"

"Very well."

The penny dropped. I could see it in Chloe's eyes, looking at me, at her mum, and back at me. "No," she said, but she wasn't disgusted. She was intrigued. "You haven't been..."

"Yes, sorry after Christmas," I said.

"Before... that's four months. You've been fucking my mother for four months?"

"Yes... I'm sorry Chloe."

She looked at her mum's face, at her spread legs, at my obvious erection. "Show me," she said again, her voice different this time. "Show me what you do."

"Chloe! No..."

"I already know now. Can't unknow it. So bloody show me..."

Diana looked at me. I moved to her and kissed her, properly. No pretense of a cheek kiss. It was a full tongue, with my hand in her hair. Chloe gasped but didn't move away. She watched as I kissed her mother, and as my hand found her cunt.

"She's wet," I told Chloe. "Always wet these days."

"Because of you?"

"Because of what I do to her."

I started fingering Diana, and Chloe watched every movement. Diana moaned now, not hiding it.

"Does she... does she suck you?" Chloe asked. Her hand was in her knickers, trying to be subtle about it.

"Every morning. Want to see?"

"That's my mum."

"That's not an answer."

"...Yes. Fuck. Yes, I want to see."

I pulled my cock out. It was already hard from watching them. Diana hesitated, looking at her daughter. She was still wearing those reading glasses from earlier when she was pretending to read. "You sure you want to watch this?"

"I already know you're fucking. Might as well see it."

Her mum leaned over and took me in her mouth. She was tentative at first with Chloe watching, then went properly deep, forgetting her daughter was there. The glasses fogged up. She gagged a bit but didn't stop.

"Fucking hell," Chloe breathed. "Mum, you're... you're properly throating him."

Diana pulled off, a string of spit from her lips as she adjusted her glasses. "Sorry. I forgot you were..."

"No, don't stop. It's... educational."

Diana laughed. "Educational? Like a fucking Open University course? 'Introduction to Cocksucking'?"

"I mean... fuck, this is weird. You're my mum and you're gagging on my boyfriend's cock. While wearing your reading glasses like you're checking his homework."

"The glasses stay on," I said. "Makes her look like a filthy headmistress."

"A headmistress who gags," Chloe muttered. "Christ, my life's turned into a Channel 5 documentary."

Diana went back to it, properly sloppy now, making wet sounds. I could see Chloe's fingers moving faster in her knickers. "Can I..." Chloe started, then stopped. "No, that's mental."

"What?" hee mum asked, my cock resting on her glasses and leaving wet marks on the lenses.

"Nothing. Just... can I try? Want to taste what Mum tastes like on you."

*Fuck me.* The way she said it. "You're so good at it," she said to her mother. "Did Dad..."

"Your father never wanted this. Said it was beneath me."

"But you like it?"

"Love it. Love the control of it."

Chloe bit her lip. "Could you... could you teach me? How to do it like that?"

Diana looked at her daughter. It was a long look. "You want me to teach you how to suck your boyfriend's cock?"

"Fuck, when you say it like that..."

"That's what you're asking."

"I know. I know it's fucked. But yes."

Diana held my cock toward her daughter. "Open up then."

Chloe leaned in and took me in her mouth. "Oh fuck," she pulled off. "I can taste you, Mum."

"Is that bad?"

"No. It's... fuck." She went back on me, deeper this time.

They started taking turns, properly sharing. Mother, then daughter. Sometimes both together, tongues meeting along my shaft. Diana's glasses kept bumping Chloe's forehead. "Sorry," adjusting them.

"Professor of cock," Chloe giggled, then took me deep, getting competitive with her mother. Both were trying to take me deeper than the other. Typical middle-class family: competitive about everything, even deepthroating.

"This is mental," Chloe said, spit everywhere. "We're sharing cock at half past nine on a Friday. While Gogglebox is probably on next door."

"Now I want to see you fuck her," she continued. "Want to see what you've been doing. While I'm stuck in meetings about sodding KPIs."

Her mum lay back, her robe open, glasses sliding down her nose. Her cunt was visible, properly wet. "You sure you want to watch your mother get fucked?"

"Already sucked the same cock. A bit late for boundaries."

I moved between Diana's legs and pushed straight in. No teasing; she was obscenely wet anyway.

"Bloody hell," Chloe breathed, her face right there. I could feel her breath on my balls. "Can see your cock stretching...my mother's cunt!"

"Have you done it in our bed? You absolute savages," Chloe said, but she was fingering herself faster. "Our fucking bed!"

"Yes, in your bed..."

"Fuck. That's so wrong. Why is that hot?"

Diana reached for her daughter's hand. "Because you're like me. Need things you shouldn't want."

Chloe squeezed her mother's hand while watching me fuck her. The intimacy of that hand-holding while I was inside Diana felt romantic in a crazy fucked up way. I pushed into her with that gasp she always did...started moving, found the rhythm. The sofa creaked.

Chloe's fingers were moving faster in her knickers.

I changed angle, Diana's legs over my shoulders. I was deeper now and could feel her getting close. "She's about to come," I told Chloe. "Watch."

Diana came. Her legs were shaking, and she let out that broken cry.

"My turn," Chloe said suddenly. "Want you both to watch me."

I pulled out of Diana and moved to Chloe. She pushed her knickers down and kicked them off. "This is actually happening," she said.

I pushed in slowly. She was tighter than her mum. She grabbed my hips, showing me the rhythm she wanted.

Diana moved beside her daughter. "Can I?" Her hand hovered over Chloe's clit.

"Yeah. Do it."

Her fingers found her daughter's clit while I fucked Chloe. Then, Diana kissed me. A deep, messy kiss while I was inside her daughter.

"Fuck," Chloe gasped. "You're kissing while he's..."

"While he's fucking you," she finished against my mouth. "Yes."

The wrongness of it pushed Chloe over the edge. She came hard, her cunt clenching around me. "Don't stop," she panted. "I need to feel you come inside me, all of it."

Diana kissed me harder, her tongue in my mouth while her daughter's cunt milked me.

That did it. I came deep in Chloe while kissing Diana. The ultimate fucking taboo.

I pulled out, cum dripping from Chloe. All three of us were breathing hard. "We just..." Chloe sat back. "Err what the fuck did we just do?"

She stood up, walked to the prosecco bottle and finished it. "I need a shower," she said. "And then... then we need to talk about rules."

"Rules?" Diana asked.

"If this is happening, and apparently it is, we need rules. Boundaries."

"Such as?"

Chloe looked at us. "I don't know yet. But definitely no one else finds out."

She went upstairs, and we heard the shower start.

"That went better than expected," Diana said.

"She's handling it well."

"She's your girlfriend. My daughter. And she just sucked your cock with me. This is going to get complicated..."

I looked at her, my cum on her face. "Worth it though..."

She smiled, that dark smile I loved. "Definitely worth it."