My Girlfriend's Mother

Venice. A hotel. My girlfriend and her mother. Fucking. Let's start again.

Two weeks ago in Cambridge, Chloe walked in on me and Diana. An accident. Or so we told ourselves. No shouting. Just a pause. A moment of confusion, then a cold calculation. Chloe joining in. Right there on the sofa. *Gogglebox* playing next door.

Now we're here. Venice. Chloe's idea. "We need to get away," she'd said. "Figure out what this is." One room. One bed. Deliberate. A plan.

Chloe's on the bed now. Her skirt rides up. I can see what she's wearing. Not tights. Proper stockings with lace tops. The same style her mother had been wearing that night when we were discovered.

"It's Venice. First night. Don't go polite on me now." She pulls a paper bag from her bag, from one of those tourist shops near the Rialto. Two masks inside. Black. Gold. "Got these while you two were having a little nap."

I sat where she patted. Close enough to smell the flight on her skin. Perfume. Prosecco. Sweat. Two weeks since everything changed. Since Chloe had watched her mother suck me off while wearing reading glasses.

Her mother lingered by the window, one hand on the frame, her glass untouched. A gondolier passed below. He looked up. She didn't step back. She let him look.

Chloe held out the gold mask to Diana. "Thought you might want to be someone else tonight."

Diana took it. Turned it over in her hands. "And who should I be?"

"Not my mum. Not his girlfriend's mum." Chloe's voice was harder now. More certain.

Diana slipped the mask on. With her face half-hidden, she looked dangerous. "And you?" she asked Chloe.

"Not your daughter. Not his girlfriend." She put on the black mask, her eyes gleaming behind it. "Just someone who wants what you want."

The air in the room changed. We weren't just repeating what happened before. This was a new production.

*This wasn't an accident. This was a plan. I was just the prop, and they had already rehearsed their lines.*

Diana let her robe fall. She was naked underneath except for her knickers and stockings. No bra this time. "Come here," she said to her daughter.

I expected hesitation. Back in Cambridge, there would have been. But Chloe stood. She walked to her mother, unbuttoning her blouse as she went. By the time they were face to face, she was down to bra, skirt, stockings, and the black mask.

"Tell him," Diana said. A command. Not to me. To her daughter.

Chloe looked at me. "I want to watch you fuck her first. Then I want to taste her on you. Then I want her to watch you fuck me. And then..." She looked at her mother. "Then I want to taste myself on you while she watches."

*This wasn't shocking. It was deliberate. Calculated.*

Diana's fingers traced the edge of Chloe's bra. "And after that?"

Chloe's breath caught. "I want to taste you. Properly."

The masks made it a game. Not them. Just roles. The mum. The girlfriend. The fuck toy. No history. No consequences.

"Take it off," Diana said to Chloe. Not a request. A command. She unhooked her daughter's bra herself, cupping a breast. "Lovely," she murmured, an instruction.

I sat frozen, watching Chloe's mum touch her in ways no mother should. The masks made it a ceremony.

"Your turn," Chloe said to me. "Kit off."

I stripped. My hands were shaking.

The three of us stood there. My cock was hard. Already.

Diana reached for me, guided me to the bed. "Watch," she told Chloe. "Learn."

Chloe nodded, her eyes wide behind her mask. "Yeah."

*I'm the teaching aid here. Their shared toy.*

Diana climbed onto the bed, slipping her knickers off before positioning herself on all fours. "Take me from behind," she said to me. "Let her see everything."

I moved behind her. My movements weren't my own; they were a part of the choreography she had just described. I pushed in. Slowly. Her gasp was for her daughter. Not for me. "See how he fills me?" she said. A challenge.

Chloe nodded, her hand slipping under her skirt. "I see."

"Touch yourself," Diana told her. "Show him how wet this makes you."

Chloe pushed her skirt up. No knickers. Just stockings. Her fingers slid through her folds. Wet. Glistening. "Like this?"

"Yes," Diana moaned as I pushed deeper. "Just like that."

I fucked her harder now, the rhythm building. Diana's gasps became ragged. "Come here," she said to Chloe. "Closer."

Chloe moved to the edge of the bed. She was still touching herself. Close enough that Diana could reach out and touch her cunt.

"You're soaking," Diana said, her fingers coming away wet. She brought them to her mouth, tasted her daughter. "Sweet."

*Fuck me.* This was beyond anything we'd done before. The masks had freed something in them. In all of us.

"My turn," Chloe said suddenly, climbing onto the bed. She positioned herself under her mother. Face up. "Keep fucking her," she told me. "Don't stop."

I continued thrusting into Diana as Chloe moved underneath her. Her face was directly below her mother's swinging tits. She reached up, took one in her mouth. Diana cried out, pushing back harder against me.

"God," Diana gasped. "Chloe..."

"Not Chloe tonight," her daughter said, releasing the nipple. "Remember?" She reached between her mother's legs, found her clit. Started rubbing it in time with my thrusts.

Diana came hard. Her body shuddered. I kept going. Chloe's fingers occasionally brushed my cock as I slid in and out of her mother.

"Now me," Chloe said. She rolled out from under Diana. She positioned herself where her mother had been, on all fours. Skirt pushed up. "Just like that. From behind."

Diana collapsed onto her side, watching as I moved behind her daughter. "Wait," she said, reaching for Chloe. She slid her fingers into her daughter's cunt, getting them wet. Then she lubricated her arse. "Try here," she said to me. "She's ready for it."

*She's deciding what I do to her daughter now. Not even asking.*

Chloe gasped. She didn't protest. Diana's fingers worked her open. "Yes," Chloe breathed. "There."

I pressed against her arse. I felt the resistance. I pushed in. Slowly. Chloe cried out. It was a sound between pain and pleasure.

"Breathe," Diana instructed, her hand on her daughter's lower back. "Relax into it." She moved to see Chloe's face. "Good girl."

I slid deeper. Chloe's body gradually accepting me. Diana's fingers found her daughter's clit, working it as I began to thrust. The masks made it surreal. They were strangers performing a ritual.

"Fuck," Chloe gasped. "It's so..."

"I know," Diana said. "I know exactly how it feels." Her fingers moved faster. "He's done this to me too."

I fucked Chloe's arse while her mother masturbated her. The wrongness of it, the taboo, pushed me toward the edge. "I'm close," I warned.

"In her," Diana instructed. "I want to see it."

I came hard, emptying into Chloe's arse. She cried out, her own orgasm hitting as Diana's fingers worked her clit.

As I pulled out, Diana was already there. Her mouth was where my cock had been. Licking her daughter clean as cum leaked out.

"Jesus Christ," I breathed.

Chloe twisted around, pulling her mother up for a kiss. They shared the taste of me, of Chloe. Their tongues were visible as they kissed.

She moved down her mother's body, positioning herself between Diana's legs. She looked up at me. "Watch," she said, then lowered her mouth to her mother's cunt.

*I'm the audience now. Not even needed for this part.*

Diana's head fell back, her hand guiding her daughter's movements. "Like this," she murmured. "Gentle at first."

I watched as Chloe ate her mother out. Diana's instructions became more breathless as she approached another orgasm. The masks stayed on. They lent the scene an otherworldly quality.

When Diana came again, Chloe kept going. Relentless. Pushing her through one orgasm into another. Diana finally had to push her away. Too sensitive to continue.

Diana ripped her mask off. Flushed. Sweating. "Venice," she breathed. "Bloody hell." She put on her reading glasses. The same ones. Chloe smiled. "The professor returns."

"Wait," I said. Still hard. "Stay like that."

Diana raised an eyebrow. She kept her reading glasses on. She looked at me. Expectant.

"Come here," I told her. Taking control for once.

She knelt in front of me. She knew what I wanted. I stroked myself, looking at her there with her glasses on. Her daughter watched beside us.

"On her glasses," Chloe said. Getting it immediately. "Do it."

I came hard, aiming for Diana's glasses. Streaks of white across the lenses. Dripping down. She didn't wipe them clean. She just looked up at me through the mess.

"Now they'll need a proper clean," she said. But she was smiling.

Chloe took her mask off too. Smiling up at her mother. "This is something else." She looked at me. "Think you can go again? There's a balcony overlooking the canal."

"You want to..."

"Outside? Yeah." She stood. Pulled her skirt off. Naked now except for the stockings. "Anyone could see. That's the point."

Diana laughed. Pure liberation. She removed her cum-streaked glasses. Set them on the nightstand. "She's worse than me," she said to me. "Who would've thought?"

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The night air hit us as we stepped onto the balcony. Below, the canal was black. Boats slid by.

"They'll see us," I said.

"That's the point." Chloe leaned over the railing. Tits visible from below. Still in her stockings but nothing else.

"Careful," she said. "Someone might call the police."

"In Venice? For tits?" Chloe snorted. "They've seen worse."

She wasn't wrong. This wasn't the same Chloe from before. The posh girl with the neat tights and pencil skirt. This was someone else.

Diana moved behind her daughter. Hands on her waist. "Still want to show off?" Her fingers went to Chloe's tits, squeezed them. "Still want them to see?"

"Look," Chloe said suddenly, pointing across the canal. A bloke on a terrace opposite. Smoking. Watching us. "He's already got an eyeful."

My cock was getting hard again. Too soon. But fuck it. Venice rules.

Diana turned Chloe around. Pushed her against the railing. Got on her knees. "Let him watch this, then." She spread her daughter's legs. Started licking.

The bloke opposite didn't even pretend not to stare. He just stood there, his cigarette forgotten.

Chloe gripped the railing. She wasn't quiet now. Her moans bounced off the water. A gondola went right under us. The gondolier looked up. Then quickly away. Embarrassed.

"He's watching," I told Chloe. I stood beside her. My hand was on her arse. "That bloke. He's proper staring."

"Good," Chloe gasped. "Tell him... tell him who's making me come."

"It's her mum," I said. Too quiet for him to hear. Loud enough for them. "That's her actual mum between her legs."

Diana looked up. Mouth wet. "Filthy," she said. But she didn't stop. Went back to it. Hands on Chloe's thighs.

I got behind Diana, still on her knees. Slid into her from behind. Christ, she was wet. Like mother, like daughter apparently. Both of them getting off on being watched.

The bloke across the way finished his cigarette. He didn't go inside though. He just stood there, his hand adjusting his trousers. Or maybe more than adjusting.

"He's touching himself," I said.

Diana stopped long enough to look. "So he is." She sounded proud. "Let's give him a proper show."

She stood. Kissed me with her daughter still on her lips. Then she pushed Chloe over the railing. Facing the canal. "Take her from behind," she told me. "Where he can see it all."

*Still telling me what to do. And I'm still doing it.*

I got behind Chloe. Pushed into her cunt this time. She gasped. Still sensitive from before. Diana stood beside her. One hand on her daughter's tits. The other found her clit.

"Look at him watching you," Diana said. "Look what you're doing to him."

The bloke was full-on wanking now. No shame.

"That's it," Diana kept going. Fingers faster on Chloe's clit. "Show him. Show everyone."

A boat passed below. More tourists. More eyes. No shame. Shame was for Cambridge. This was Venice. We had an audience. I fucked Chloe harder, putting on a show. My body, a stage prop.

Chloe came first. Loud about it. Diana kept at her clit, working her through it. I was close too. The whole thing was a turn-on. More than it should be.

"In me," Diana said suddenly. She nudged Chloe aside. She took her daughter's place at the railing. "Finish in me. Where they can all see."

I pulled out of Chloe. Into Diana in one go. Even wetter than her daughter. Chloe moved beside us, watching. Hand on her own clit.

"I want him to see you come," Chloe said to her mum. "Want everyone to know what we're doing."

I reached around. Found Diana's clit. She came almost instantly. An animal sound I'd never heard from her before. Not her usual posh moans. This was real.

I followed right after. Spunking in her as another boat went under us. More faces looking up. More strangers seeing us.

We fell against the railing, catching our breath. The bloke opposite gave us a little nod before going inside.

"Fuck," Chloe said. "That was..."

"Mental," Diana finished. "Absolutely mental."

We stumbled back to bed. Knackered. Diana found my hand. Squeezed it. "Five more nights," she said.

Chloe curled up on her other side. "And six more days," she added. "Don't forget the days."

I looked at them both. Mother and daughter. The posh professor and the marketing executive. Both transformed by Venice. By masks. By being far from bloody Cambridge.

"This is something else entirely," I said.

*Performing sex acts on a balcony with a mother and daughter. How the fuck did that happen?*

Chloe reached across her mother's body. Found my hand. Squeezed once. A silent agreement. No going back now.

"Venice," Diana murmured, almost asleep. "Who would've thought?"

Who indeed.