Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“I’ve had a very interesting day mother.”

The hug was lingering and intimate, Annabelle pressed into her mother. It was the second time that day that Fiona wondered whether her daughter was deliberately being inappropriate with her. A feeling reinforced when Annabelle placed a hand on her mother’s buttocks, pulled their pelvises into close contact and whispered, “The girls at work think you’re so hot, and so do I,” before turning away smartly and leaving her mother stunned yet electrified. The words that came out her mouth bore little relation to what she was really thinking.

“Annie, what’s got into you? You shouldn’t hold me like that and say those things to me, I’m your mother for goodness’ sake.”

“You love it really mummy,” said Annabelle as she slowly ascended the stairs, with her mother watching her shapely legs as she disappeared from view in her tight fitting miniskirt. She wasn’t wrong, Fiona did secretly love being cuddled and caressed by her daughter, she convinced herself that it was merely natural affection between mother and daughter, but she couldn’t completely bury the slight feeling of arousal.

After they had finished their meal, and loaded the dishwasher, they relaxed together in their leggings and baggy sweatshirts, and finished the wine. Fiona sat at one end of the settee with her daughter’s feet on her lap. She gave Annabelle a foot massage as they watched tv together. The heel of her daughter’s right foot kept drifting along her thighs and ending up near her pussy.

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“Sorry mother, hang on, I’ll turn around and put my head on your lap.”

Annabelle did so, her mother stroked her hair and looked her beautiful daughter in the eye. Annabelle’s head was resting just above Fiona’s pussy, they gazed at each other for several seconds before Fiona lost her nerve and made to get up.

“Oh, I’m tired darling, I think I’ll go to bed now.”

“Me too mummy.”

For different reasons, they were both turned on. Annabelle because she found the idea of her mother in bed with a woman extremely hot. She started to masturbate as soon as she got underneath her quilt. She imagined her mother being fingered to an orgasm by Sylvie, and she came in no time. Fiona could hear her daughter coming, she’d guessed that she sometimes played with herself, but this was the first time she had actually heard her.

She lay touching her clitoris as she listened, she became so aroused when she heard Annabelle climax, that she got her vibrator out of her bedside cabinet, and finished herself off with a magnificent orgasm. Afterwards, she was deeply troubled that she had been imagining her daughter masturbating as she came.

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Fiona was no stranger to her vibrator since her husband had left her a decade earlier. He hated her working long hours, and the fact that she earned three times his salary left him feeling emasculated. He’d had several affairs, and ended up going to live in Canada with one of his former mistresses, whom he’d married eventually.

After her divorce, Fiona had gone through something of a wild spell. She was careful to always protect her professional persona in her role as a solicitor, but she used her sexual charisma to seduce, and bed, numerous men that she met in the course of her work. Her conquests included a twenty-one year old trainee clerk, who fucked her several times in a local motel, and a client with a criminal record who once took her in a store cupboard at Crown Court. The sense of danger, and the fear of being found out, propelled her to three consecutive orgasms in the store cupboard. He had her several more times in various locations, before he was jailed for grievous bodily harm.

Her greatest conquest was Sylvie DuPont. Actually, it would be more accurate to say that she was Sylvie’s conquest. She’d always admired the beautiful, alluring barrister. She felt a thrill of excitement whenever they met in court, or in the legal profession’s local drinking dens. So despite never having been with a woman before, she was easily enticed by Sylvie when they came across each other in the toilets at court one day.

Fiona had been doing an excellent job of supporting the defence barrister in a case where Sylvie was prosecuting. The the jury was out and the verdict was in the balance. As Fiona entered the ladies toilet, she found Sylvie drying her hands on the towel roll. Sylvie strode up to her looking formidable and alluring as always. She backed Fiona against the wall and looked seductively into her eyes for several seconds.

“You’re quite the little operator aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“I’m a bad loser, and if I loose this case, you’ll need to be taught a lesson. Come to my hotel room this evening.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” said Sylvie as she turned to leave.”

“Which hotel,” blurted out Fiona after a short pause.

“The Crowne Plaza,” said Sylvie, over her shoulder as she let the door swing closed behind her.

Sylvie fucked Fiona harder than she ever been fucked in her life. She took her with a strap on, then insisted that Fiona eat her cunt. The relationship lasted for eighteen months. During that time, whenever Sylvie was working in the city, Fiona visited her hotel room and surrendered her pussy to her. Sylvie was definitely the dominant partner, the affair ended when she moved to a new law firm in London.

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Fiona couldn’t explain the growing physical attraction that she felt towards her daughter, she dealt with it by convincing herself that it was normal for them to show each other love and affection so regularly. After all, they were rebuilding their relationship, following several very difficult years. When Annabelle was fifteen, she had been adamant that she wanted to go to live with her father in Canada. Thankfully, as far as Fiona was concerned, he refused to take her in. For once, his selfishness had worked in her favour.

She’d watched her troublesome daughter become a desirable and captivating young woman. What was more normal than for a mother to appreciate her daughter’s beauty and to be proud of her? There was nothing wrong with admiring her, and admitting to herself that her daughter was sexually attractive.

Annabelle sometimes touched her and kissed her in ways that were a little too affectionate, but she felt that she could stay in control of that; she knew there was a line that must not be crossed. In the meantime, she realised that Annabelle’s infatuation with her would not last forever, so why not make the most of it and enjoy the attention?

Fiona was sure that the feelings of lightness in her chest, and the flutterings in her pussy, when her daughter hugged her in close, and planted kisses on her lips, were nothing to worry about. If she needed to tell Annabelle not to be inappropriate with her, she would do so, but she didn’t want to push her away altogether, the physical contact was nice.

For the next couple of months, there were plenty of nights where they cosied up on the settee while watching tv. They hugged and kissed each other lightly on the lips, in greeting, or in the mornings when they left for work. Annabelle found plenty of reasons to touch her mother much more intimately than most daughters would touch their mothers, and, although Fiona sometimes admonished her, she loved the attention and human contact.

Sophie had stayed over several times, and Fiona had used her vibrator while she listened to them making each other come, noisily, in the bedroom next to hers. What was the harm? She was just being swept along with the mood, it meant nothing really, besides, who wouldn’t be turned on by the sound of two sexy young women coming together? One night, after coming whilst listening to their love making, Fiona drifted off to sleep, only to awake at around two thirty in the morning. She needed to go to the toilet, redecorations had put her en-suite room out of action, so she crept along the landing to the main bathroom as quietly as possible, so as not to wake her daughter and Sophie.

On the way back to her room, she noticed that her daughter’s bedroom door was slightly ajar and she could hear the telltale noises of pleasure being given and received. She was sure that the door was closed, when she’d passed by a couple of minutes earlier, on her way to the bathroom. She carefully prised it open a little further, and was mesmerised by what she saw in the dim light of the table lamp. Sophie was on her knees at the end of the bed, with her back to Fiona, her head between Annabelle’s thighs. Annabelle looked straight at her mother as though she had been expecting her. A lascivious smile played across her lips as she fixed her gaze on her stunned mother.

Fiona was rooted to the spot as she watched her daughter put her hands around the back of her girlfriend’s head, and pull her face into her pussy. With her eyes still fixed firmly on her mother, Annabelle began to show signs of arousal. Fiona suddenly shook herself out of her mesmeric state and tiptoed back into her own room. With an image of Annabelle’s lustful, seductive eyes emblazoned on her mind, she fell onto her bed, opened her legs wide, then plunged her fingers into her wet hole; she listened to her daughter’s groaning climax as her own pelvis reached for the ceiling in a back arching, orgasmic thrust.

The next morning was a Sunday, and Fiona sat drinking coffee at the breakfast table, when a sleepy Annabelle came into the kitchen. She hugged her hesitant mother from behind, and kissed her neck while she fondled her braless breasts through her sweatshirt.

“Annabelle please, you shouldn’t do that to me.”

“What’s the matter Mummy?”

“Don’t play the innocent, you know what you’re doing.”

“I’m just showing you affection, that’s all.”

Annabelle sauntered over to the kettle, picked it up and filled it from the kitchen tap.

“I hope we didn’t keep you awake last night.”

Fiona sat in silence, she looked uncomfortable, she wasn’t ready to discuss watching her own daughter have an orgasm.

“We thought we’d spend the morning in bed, that is if you don’t mind?”

“Is Sophie staying the weekend?”

“Yes, is that okay?”

“Will you be in bed with her all weekend, or will I have the pleasure of your company at some point?”

“Are you jealous?”

“What?”

“When was the last time you slept with anyone mother?”

“That’s none of your business young lady.”

“I’d like to make it my business.”

“Pardon?”

“Well I think you could do much better than a vibrator.”

“How do you know that I…?”

“Come on Mum, you need to find a better hiding place than your underwear drawer.”

“Have you been looking through my things? Hang on, I found it out on the bedside cabinet last week and I assumed that I’d forgotten to put it away. It was you wasn’t it, Jesus, you used it didn’t you.”

“I came especially hard knowing that it had been inside you,” grinned Annabelle as she carried two mugs of coffee upstairs.