Thirty-nine-year-old Claire Roberts sat in her living room, nursing a fresh cup of tea and reading the morning newspaper. She wore comfortable pyjamas, a long-sleeved top and long trousers, staring idly at the words in front of her. The pleasurable silence was broken by her nineteen-year-old daughter Stacey entering the room.

“Come on mum, get up and get dressed, we’re going shopping today don’t forget,” Stacey told her.

Claire pulled a face. She’d forgotten she’d agreed to do so, mainly to shut her daughter up when she’d been asking a couple of days ago. She wanted to spend her day off work lounging around the house doing as little as possible.

“Oh babe, do I have to come with you?” Claire asked.

“Mum, yes. You always come clothes shopping with me, and I want to get lingerie to show off to Mark too,” Stacey exclaimed.

“Oh ok, I’ll get no peace else, give me half an hour to Shower and change then,” Claire answered.

She pulled a face at her daughter again and grinned. She half meant it though, thinking about Mark. She didn’t hate him, he’d been going out with Stacey for a few weeks but still hadn’t visited the house yet. She told Stacey she thought it unusual, but Stacey laughed off her suggestion, saying that he just hadn’t had a chance yet.

She wondered if she was being over-cautious about her daughter. Claire herself had separated from Stacey’s stepfather Phil three months previous, instigated by Stacey ironically. She’d nervously asked her mum if she was still having Sex with Phil, and Claire asked her sternly what it had to do with her. She quickly changed her stance when Stacey told her she’d gone into her bedroom one day and found Phil, thinking nobody was in, rummaging through her underwear drawer while masturbating. Claire reluctantly admitted she’d been feeling neglected over the past few months. She had kicked him out the same night.

Claire and her daughter had always been close, and now she was older they were very similar and more like sisters, both had 36-24-36 model-like figures, the only differences were Claire was a C cup and Stacey a B cup. Both were 5′ 3″ tall. Claire was blonde, almost white, her hair cut in a short bob. Stacey was a brunette like her real father, her hair a little longer and shoulder-length, although both had ice blue eyes. They usually always shopped together, picking out items they both liked and wearing each other’s clothes a lot. Picking out lingerie was that for Stacey’s boyfriend’s pleasure was a step further for Claire though.

Claire showered and changed, casually dressing in jeans, trainers and a loose t-shirt. She went down to where Stacey was sitting waiting for her.

“We could get you some new undies too, you need to get back in the game,” Stacey laughed, “and some sexier nightwear than you had on earlier.”

Claire laughed with her nervously. She was right, she hadn’t seen anyone since Phil, although her dildo had been bought back out of hibernation since then, she thought about how nice it would be to feel someone else touching her instead.

They drove to the local shopping centre, and went to a boutique they frequented a lot. Stacey went straight to the lingerie section, holding her mum’s hand and dragging her with her. She proceeded to hold up various bras in various colours, asking her mum’s opinion. Almost all were lacy and see-through, and so were the matching g-strings or thongs to complete the sets. Claire laughed and said there wasn’t enough fabric to tell she’d be wearing anything, to which Stacey told her she hoped she wouldn’t be wearing them for long anyway!

Stacey selected her items and also three pairs of lace top hold up stockings, one each in black, red and white, to complement the underwear she’d picked out. To keep her daughter from moaning at her, Claire picked out a white lace body with thin shoulder straps, and noticing there was a special offer on them for buying two, Stacey handed her a black one too. She also handed her a black lace babydoll nightie, winking and telling her mum she hoped it worked. Getting home later Claire wondered if she’d ever wear her purchases, finding out the bodies were crotchless.

A couple of days later Claire returned home from work, the girls there had persuaded her to go for drinks after work, and Claire had gone back to change her clothes and have something to eat. She got to the house and noticed Stacey’s car not there. She very rarely used the large garage they had, with ample room for three cars to fit in, and checking the time Claire thought she may well not be back from college yet. Knowing she was going back out again soon, Claire left her car on the driveway.

She entered the house and started up the stairs to sort out her outfit for the night. Maybe she’d take her daughter‘s advice and wear one of her new bodies, on the off chance she might meet someone. As she climbed the stairs, she could hear music coming from her daughter‘s bedroom. Maybe she was in, after all, it was still unusual for her not to park on the drive, however. Claire remembered a top that Stacey had bought that she really liked, and would look good over the top of one of the bodies. She opened the door and stepped in, stopping dead in her tracks at the sight now in front of her.

Stacey lay writhing on her back, hands behind the knees of her black stocking-clad legs, her eyes closed and her head rolling about as she arched her back. A tall well-toned body stretched out down the bed, a mop of dark hair between her legs eating her Pussy, his right arm like a piston as he thrust three fingers frantically into Stacey’s Pussy while he tended to her clit, his other hand pushing her thong to the side. Claire was frozen solid but composed herself enough to back out the room and shut the door, neither of them seeing her.

She went to her bedroom and selected her clothes, then returned downstairs. She Ironed the dress she’d picked out and hung it up, then went to the kitchen to make her food. She put the kettle on to boil, and also set a saucepan of water on the hob so she could do pasta. She idled away the wait by gazing out of the window, looking out onto the rear garden. Before the kettle finished boiling she sensed something behind her and turned, then gasped and stood open-mouthed.

A young man stood naked in her kitchen in front of her. He stopped as he noticed her too. Claire surveyed him quickly. He was tall, about 6′ 4″. He had boyband type hair, his floppy fringe stuck in parts to his forehead where he’d been sweating. The sides and back of his hair were shaved to match his impressively neat beard, all cut to the same grading. Royal blue eyes, a chiselled chin, broad shoulders and chest, a well-toned stomach and, oh my god, was that thing real?

Claire only had one dildo. It was lifelike and six inches long. It was roughly the same size as Phil’s erection had been. In fact, Claire had only had four lovers, and they were all around the same length, just slightly different girths. This one reached halfway down his muscled thighs, even still soft it was a little bigger, around seven inches long. Claire found herself wondering how big it would be when erect, then quickly came to her senses and looked up, still open-mouthed. The young man had a huge smile on his face.

“Mrs Roberts I assume? Sorry, we didn’t think you were home. We’re a little thirsty so I came down to get some drinks,” he explained, still smiling.

“Mark, I take it? Don’t you think you need to be wearing something?” Claire asked.

“Yes, I’m Mark,” he told her, “and it’s a little late now, you seem to have seen every inch of me already,” he smirked, letting her know he’d seen her wandering eyes.

There was a silence that seemed like an eternity, broken by another voice entering the room.

“Get some snacks, Mark, you’ve made me hungry,” Stacey said, her voice trailing off as she noticed her mum.

She stood motionless, topless but having put her thong back on correctly, her stockings showing signs of dampness where she’d either been sweating, or her juices had run down her thighs.

“Mum, shit, we didn’t think you were in,” Stacey said.

“Yes, I’ve just found that out. I’m going back out soon, you have the house all night. We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” Claire told her, a little angrily.

She walked out of the kitchen after turning off the hob, leaving to giggles from the two youngsters.

Stacey returned from college the next day and entered the house to see her mum sitting in an armchair facing the door.

“Sit down,” Claire told her.

Stacey sat without saying a word.

“I assume Mark has visited the house before as he knows his way around? Does he always visit in the afternoon, is that why I haven’t met him yet?” Claire asked.

“We didn’t want to ask if he could stay over yet, it felt awkward with you being single still for us to be having Sex, so we were trying to spare you having to listen to us,” Stacey tried to explain.

“So you skipped college to be here? Does Mark not have a job?” Claire asked again.

“Yes, sorry mum. Mark’s a professional footballer, although he hasn’t made the first team yet. Because they train every morning he gets afternoons off unless he stays for extra training, that’s why he was Free,” Stacey answered awkwardly.

A footballer. That would explain the well-toned body Claire thought. Images of his body came into her head, especially his cock. She thought about how big it was and tried to imagine how big it would be when erect. She snapped out of her thoughts at her daughter‘s voice.

“Mum, is that okay then, you look miles away now, don’t be angry with me,” Stacey pleaded.

“Is what okay?” Claire responded.

“If Mark can stay over now and again.”

“Yes, of course, I’d rather have to hear you rather than you sneak around behind my back.”

“Thanks, mum,” Stacey said with a huge smile. “So, what did you think of him, he’s very good looking isn’t he?”

“I only saw him briefly but he did seem quite cute,” Claire answered, her mind wandering to his body again.

“I’m sorry the first time you saw him he was naked, I’ll ask him to be more conservative while he’s here from now on,” Stacey said.

Claire wasn’t sorry she’d seen him naked, quite the opposite. Her only issue was he was her daughter‘s boyfriend, and she’d rather not think about him like that. However having seen him naked, she couldn’t shake off the images of him however much she tried.

Stacey had explained that Mark would probably not stay over at weekends due to having a game, and Claire said if she let her know when he was around she’d cook dinner for them too. Stacey told her Thursday would be good, and the arrangement was made. Claire cooked a pasta dish and got a little annoyed that when they sat eating Mark and Stacey were constantly giggling. She hoped they’d go upstairs soon after so she could watch one of her favourite tv programs, but they came down to sit with her.

Stacey and Mark sat on one sofa, Claire having the other to herself. Claire had been wondering whether to change or not, she’d put on some old shorts and a vest top that was comfortable to sit around in. Mark sat on the far side of their sofa and hooked his legs up, turning so he was facing towards Claire. He caught her attention when he peeled off his t-shirt, Claire’s gaze taking in his toned body, then realising that his shorts were tighter than she’d noticed. She’d tried not to stare at his impressive bulge, and fidgeted in her seat.

Stacey moved so she was lying away from her mum, her head on Mark’s chest, her hand on Mark’s thigh. Part of Claire wanted her daughter to move her hand further down so she wasn’t blocking her view, and part of her wanted her to move her hand up and start to make him erect. She quickly turned to the TV, trying to concentrate on that instead. She’d noticed Mark looking in her direction. Claire had hooked her legs up and hadn’t realised that her shorts were pulled tight between her legs, part of her buttocks viewable under the hem.

They’d been watching TV for a while when she saw Mark move out of the corner of her eye. She turned to look at him, and he put a finger to his mouth, pointing to show Stacey had fallen asleep. Her head had dropped right into his lap, her mouth open as she breathed, her Hot breath cascading over Mark’s now erect cock, just a layer of fabric stopping him from pushing it into her mouth. Claire didn’t know if he was uncomfortable or trying to hide it from her view until he moved down a little so his erection was clear. Claire felt her tummy flutter. She tried her hardest to watch the telly, trying to look over without making it obvious. She could feel herself getting damper, moving which made her shorts rub against her clit.

She couldn’t take it any longer, and stood and told Mark she was going to bed as she had an early start. She had to walk past him to get to the door to the stairs, she felt he could hear her Pussy squelching with each step. Mark told her he’d wake Stacey shortly and said goodnight. Claire knew she needed to release, to ease this feeling in her stomach, and raced up the stairs as quick as she could.

She shut her bedroom door and quickly discarded her clothes. Standing naked, she turned to her full-length mirror, admiring herself. Her nipples were already erect, the top of her thighs glistened where her juices had flowed out of her looking at Mark’s erection. She walked over to her bedside table to get her dildo. going back to the mirror, she held it down against her thigh. She knew it wasn’t as big as his cock while soft, and she estimated it was another three inches bigger when erect. She rubbed the dildo along her wet folds, enjoying the feel of the lifelike veins brushing along her lips. She rubbed it across her clit, and shuddered. She closed her eyes, imagined Mark’s cock, and slid the dildo into herself.

She tried several positions over a short time, even thrusting the dildo into herself as hard and quick as she could manage. Normally the dildo was adequate in satisfying her needs, now after seeing Mark’s large erection it just didn’t seem enough. She had no other dildo to use, only one other thing could reach into herself further. Her bedposts had balls on the top, then were spiralled down the length. Claire has ‘used’ these only once previously, before she’d bought the dildo, Phil persuaded her after several drinks to give one a Blowjob, then ride it while sucking his cock, pretending she was fucking two men.

Claire got a jar of vaseline out and smeared it over the bedpost. She hooked one foot up onto the bed, her arse facing the post, and sunk her Pussy slowly down onto it. The feel of the spiral shaft inside her Pussy felt good, although a little thin so it didn’t stretch her as much as she’d have liked, the feeling of the spiral tube getting further and further into her made up for it. Lowering her hips as much as she could, she put a hand behind her and kept it gripped to the bedpost where she’d lowered too, and pulled herself up and off the post. Keeping her hand there, she measured the dildo against it. It was around half again the length of the dildo, Claire had taken around nine inches of the bedpost into her Pussy.

Her immediate thought was to compare this to the size she thought Mark was when erect. Maybe he was a little longer than that and certainly wider. She had a wicked thought, and smeared the bedpost with more vaseline, rubbing and excess onto her fingers and lubing the entrance to her arse. Even just using two fingers to do so made her stomach flutter, in advance of what she was going to do. Slowly she lowered herself until her arsehole was astride the bedpost, paused and put both hands behind her to pull her buttocks apart. Her arse widened, and she lowered herself onto the bedpost, slowly but surely, inching deeper and deeper. If the spiral post had felt good in her Pussy, it was nothing compared to her tighter arsehole.

Getting to a point where she felt comfortable but full, she leaned back a little and slid the dildo into her Pussy until all six inches were impaled in her. Claire gasped, little moans escaping from her. Although she’d not actually had a threesome, she and Phil had used the dildo to substitute another lover with either double penetration or being spit-roasted.

Claire held the dildo still, the balls part resting nicely against the bedpost. She raised her hips until the dildo was almost out of her then sunk back onto it. She did this slowly, enjoying the pleasure from the veins on her Pussy walls, and the spiral post in her arse. Suddenly she stopped dead. What was that noise? Now she was quiet, she understood. Her daughter was quite obviously awake, and whatever Mark was doing to her she was squealing loudly in pleasure.

Claire was in limbo now. She didn’t want to listen to her daughter having Sex, but at the same time tried to imagine the scene downstairs. Her fingers dropped to her clit, and her moans echoed her daughters. Suddenly the voices got louder, the door downstairs had opened and footsteps could be heard reaching the bottom of the stairs. Claire spent that time while they climbed up reaching onto the bed and picking up her belt for her dressing gown, putting it into her mouth to quieten herself down.

Luckily she’d turned off the main light, although in hindsight she’d have been better served using the time to remove herself from the bedpost. Too late, she realised if either opened the door, she was side on and would be very visible with the light from the landing with both her Pussy and arse filled. Even luckier, Stacey and Mark went into her bedroom.

Stacey’s moans started again.

“Oh fuck, that’s good, oh don’t stop, oh fuck,” was repeated over and over by her daughter.

“Oh shit, you’ll have to lube me up more if you’re going up there,” she heard Stacey squeal, “and be slow at first,” she continued.

If Claire was in any doubt about what was happening, the louder groans as Mark pushed his cock in Stacey’s arse and then Stacey saying she was glad her mum was asleep and asking Mark to fill her arse with his cum left no doubt in her mind.

Claire hated herself as she listened to her daughter squeal and moan as her arse got fucked. She could hear the bed bouncing, the persistent groan of the bedsprings as they bore the weight of his thrusts, and Claire’s finger found her clit again. She rubbed harder, the belt still subduing her moans, listening to her daughter get pounded. She pictured Mark, his floppy fringe matted to his forehead, sweat dripping off his torso, his large fat cock penetrating Stacey’s arse. She tried to imagine the position he was fucking her in. Was she on all fours? On her back with her legs lifted right up? Lying flat on her stomach with her legs forced together?

Maybe Mark was lying down, with Stacey riding him anally with all of her might. Claire felt her legs start to buckle as her Orgasm started to rise, a crescendo flowing through her body as she listened to her daughter‘s moans get louder and more frequent too. Stacey suddenly cried out, her Orgasm hitting her hard, urging Mark to cum in her. Mark started grunting louder, and Claire came, her juices squirting down her legs as her Pussy and arse contracted and gripped the dildo and the bedpost. She grabbed the bed to stop from falling over, easing herself off the bedpost and removing the dildo from herself. She made a mental note to clean the post down, but hearing the door opposite open and footsteps towards their bathroom, decided to leave it until morning so they didn’t know she was still awake.

Claire awoke the next morning and tried to gather her thoughts and as her eyes adjusted to the light, she noticed the white creamy smears of her Pussy juices still adorning the bedpost. She told herself off in her head, what was she thinking of masturbating while listening to her daughter getting fucked? She told herself it was imagining Mark or her being in her daughter‘s place, but that didn’t make it much better. However much she played it down though, it had been her best Orgasm for quite a while.