I met Caro in an online swingers’ community. She described herself as a slim, forty-four-year-old married woman, interested along with her husband in sex with men, women and couples. She often showed as active and nearby - three miles away, to be specific, which I found tantalising. But it was her single profile picture that I found really alluring - not pornographic, not even nude, just a beach shot taken from behind and to one side, her face looking away to the horizon beyond a deep green sea, shapely, no one else in view, wearing a long turquoise shirt and possibly nothing else. It made me think solitary, wistful. Sensuous.
We chatted from time to time. Sometimes multiple messages over a few days, sometimes nothing for months. Caro liked my fantasies – she always requested more detail when I imagined the three of us together and was particularly taken with variations on a theme of her straddling her husband Mick, me behind her and between his legs, sucking his balls, licking up along his shaft, squeezing my tongue into her pussy where his cock was mostly buried, working my way up to her arsehole, which I would probe with my tongue as he gently fucked her, then licking his cum out of her once he’d finished. Caro was ever eager to imagine it together, never quite ready to actually meet.
It was about a year into this intermittent liaison that Caro sent a picture of her and her daughter, Sara, both looking stunning on an evening out together. They were getting on well, in fact, had been for a good year since the last real episode of adolescent arsiness, she said, back around the time we’d first met. These had been replaced with a new level of almost adult-to-adult respect.
Sara was almost seventeen now, but Caro told me about something that happened some nine months earlier.
She had come home early from work with shopping that she brought straight round to the kitchen at the back of the house, to save having to find her front door key. She’d been pleased with how well she’d put down a load of heavy bags without any of them falling over, handles all aligned so she could get them up in one go once she’d opened the back door. She stepped into the kitchen and then, leaning out the doorway to pick the bags back up, had a sense of movement behind. She let go of the handles, quietly straightened and turned.
Evidently, they hadn’t heard her, but just in sight if she leant toward the end of the kitchen, where it turned a corner into a large dining/living space, had been Sara sat on the settee, no top on, back toward Caro, rocking backwards and forwards. A man’s voice was saying, “Yes babe, like that.”
Sara stealthily shut the kitchen door. She took a couple of quiet steps along the inner wall of the kitchen toward the recess where an old two-seater settee nudged out into the living area but remained half hidden from sight, with ceiling-hung kitchen units above. Curled in a nook of the settee, through a small space between, she could watch proceedings, remaining out of view.
The guy was tall and slim, with ginger hair and freckles. He looked about thirty. His eyes were shut and he gently held the back of Sara’s head, which was firmly planted in his crotch. Sara seemed not to be gagging, although the guy’s thrusting in synchrony with Sara’s rocking looked a little brutal.
Caro had sat quietly, actually quite frozen she said, feeling a mixture of agitation and arousal. There was anger in there too; also, somewhat surreally, jealousy. She’d have liked to have a fit thirty-year-old feed her his cock in her living room, for sure. But what was a revelation was that she wasn’t jealous of Sara but of the guy. Caro wanted that attention from Sara. Her pussy tingled as Sara quietly feasted.
Although it wasn’t quite so quiet now, as the guy started gasping, finishing himself off by hand with his cock pointed at Sara’s mouth, Sara proffering her tongue in encouragement. As if he needed any. As she adjusted her view Caro missed most of the climax but saw enough to realise he might not have managed to keep his aim so well as he came. She was able to see Sara’s fingers wiping her breasts and going up toward her mouth several times before finally she pulled her top on and sat back.
Caro became very aware of the sound of her breathing as the ruckus died down. The panting from Sara and her guy evidently drowned out any sound Caro might have made, but she remained rooted in the settee for what seemed like an age, until the two of them murmured to each other, left the room and went upstairs. Some short while after that one set of footsteps came back down the stairs, the front door opened, then closed, and at last she felt she could breathe freely again.
Caro had felt like she was in a dream. She opened the back door from the kitchen, made some noise bringing the shopping in, put the kettle on then called up to Sara to say hi and that she was home.
Caro had thought about the incident a million times since, but nothing had ever been said between them about it.
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Tuesday evening, six months on, Caro is having a quick lie-down before getting on with dinner. Sara comes in asking for help with a photography A-level project due imminently, which she’s decided will be on female body confidence. In previous times this could have been a flash point - Sara demanding help for something she could have just got on with. But the conversation is warm and thoughtful. Feels somewhat like friends dreaming together rather than mother and daughter brainstorming how to complete an assignment.
Caro engages with Sara’s enthusiasm about ways to capture the theme photographically. She notices she isn’t getting into any anxiety about the deadline, or trying to take control. She is aware of feeling something more, and feeling it more intensely still when Sara suggests Caro pose, suggestively, her legs slightly apart and knickers on view, on her bed.
They share the photo and, over the next few days, take a few more, and of each other - Caro in a dressing gown, her breasts partially exposed. Sara, with a low-cut dress and her cleavage confidently proffered to the camera. Sara and her friends getting ready for action on Saturday evening, all wine bottles and suggestive poses.
The weeks pass during lockdown and this becomes just part of a new, everlastingly amazing reality, according to Caro.
“Sara, you doing anything?” Caro calls from her room, not too demanding or urgent, just nicely inviting.
Sara stops texting, gets off her bed and goes next door into her mum’s room. An annoying cliché ‘now or never’ sounds in her thoughts, strangely dominating. Almost as though she has to fixate on something to see her through what comes next.
“Hi, hun. What were you up to?”
“Nothing much.” Sara snuggles up to Caro. “Mum - I like it here.”
Caro does too. But she knows something is up. “You ok?
Sara braces herself.
“Yeah, I’m good. But I need your help and I have to ask. That really nice photo I took of you, the first one we did - can we do it again but without you wearing any knickers?”
After a short silence, she adds: “And then will you take some the same of me?”
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Caro and I have met a few times now, although not with Mick. We are in her kitchen, quite close physically, but just chatting. We’re sat at the breakfast bar, me to Caro’s right. Sara comes in. She looks at Caro as though to ask who I am.
Caro introduces me as a friend, and says, “Sara, I’ve a confession.” Then she explains how she came home early that day almost a year back and how she watched Sara playing with her thirty-year-old, sucking his cock and having him come over her tits. Caro tells Sara she was really turned on and now wants to give her a chance to have the same experience, watching her mum play with an older guy, me.
Except this time, because Caro knows Sara is watching, Sara doesn’t have to hide in the kitchen. She can watch in the same room. In fact, she can watch from close up.
As she tells Sara this, I give Caro’s right breast a gentle squeeze outside her dress, which she starts unbuttoning.
I say, “Sara, have you got your phone handy? I think your mum would love you to take some pics. She’s shown me some of the ones you and she have taken of each other...”
Caro interrupts: “...and I’d like to capture something a bit more intimate. Ben’s good with a camera too. Maybe we can all take some pics of each other?”
Sara looks awkward. “Mum, I know you were watching.”
Then she sighs. “It’s such a relief to tell you that. I’ve been wanting to for ages, especially since we’ve started taking photos of each other.”
Sara takes a big breath. As she exhales, her body seems to relax, but she still looks at the floor. “I felt a bit frozen with anxiety thinking you were there, and pretty anxious anyway bringing him home. It was the first time we’d done that. But also I so wanted you to come closer and watch.” Sara makes eye contact with Caro and smiles. There’s a twinkle in her eye.
Sara sidles over to us, moving close to Caro on the other side to me, her right arm touching Caro’s left and her right hand against Caro’s back. I move back slightly, taking my right hand away from Caro’s breast to adjust myself - my cock is hard and uncomfortably pointing downward, half escaping from the leg of my boxer shorts. Both eyes are on me and now I feel a bit dry-mouthed and awkward. Mostly with her left hand, Sara undoes another button on Caro’s dress, looks me in the eye and for the first time says my name. It’s part quizzical, part invitation.
As I slip my right hand inside Caro’s bra and ease her right breast out, Sara smiles. “Mum I love your tits.”
She cups her left hand under Caro’s right breast, nudging mine out of the way. I feel a quiver as our hands touch and look into her face. She motions me with her eyes toward Caro’s breast, which she is gently pushing up toward me.
I can hear her mouth is dry as she says, simply, “There,” holding Caro’s breast with its nipple directed toward my mouth.
Held up to my lips by Sara, Caro’s breast feels like the best thing I have ever seen.
I decide to test the boundaries a little further. “Sara, please would you get your face in here alongside mine and show me what you think your mum would like to feel from someone’s mouth?”
It’s clear Sara likes the idea, and I can feel Caro quiver. Almost dissociative levels of anxiety in saying these things, but feeling very focused and one-pointed now the fantasy is reality.
Sara leans in and flicks her tongue against Caro’s nipple as I try to mirror her actions from the other side. Although the coordination is poor, the effect of her nipple alternately being squeezed quite hard between two tongues, then lightly flicked from two directions, seems to please Caro. She pulls both our faces in toward her breasts and looks down to see our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths while also playing with both nipples now.
I feel a surprising sense of peace, as I say, “Sara, your mum’s not wearing any knickers, look.” I pull up Caro’s dress and look down, same time as Sara. Caro’s thighs are pressed together.
“Caro, please would you spread your legs and hold your pussy open for Sara and me to look at? What I want to do is lick it while Sara takes some pics. Then Sara is going to lick it while I do the same.
“Are you both ok with that?”
Caro’s sigh and parting of her thighs tell me she’s definitely ok with that.
Sara lifts her gaze again, our faces still close, Caro’s breasts enticing our tongues into action as she squeezes them together, nipples almost touching. I reach down to slide my hand up the inside of Caro’s right thigh. Sara and my tongues flick against each other and against both nipples now. I try to push mine deeper into Sara’s mouth and she pulls back.
“I don’t want to do that,” says Sara, firmly. I glance at Caro, unsure where to go with this. Crazy to think this was a possibility. I want to say that’s ok and get back to something Sara is comfortable with. I wonder if I should shut up and let Caro do the talking.
“What I want to do,” says Sara, looking me straight in the eye, “is both lick mum together.”
Without breaking eye contact, she says, “I think that will be ok with you mum, won’t it?”
Caro gives both our faces a squeeze against her breasts, then gently moves us aside as she slips forward off the breakfast bar stool. She turns, pulls the stool out of the way, moves toward to counter, turns to face us, pulls her dress up above her arse, and, with an agile hop up and back, she’s sat on the counter, legs spread wide.
“That’s very ok with me Sara.”
She glances back over her shoulder to make sure nothing is in the way, lifts her dress over her head, puts it to one side, and then eases herself back into a lying pose, knees bent and feet on the counter, legs wide enough for both our faces to move close in.
“Good. And then,” says Sara, now kneeling as her tongue slides up and down the surface of Caro’s outer labia on the left side of her pussy, “I think you might both want to do the same to me.”
I kneel alongside Sara, my tongue against the other side of Caro’s pussy and probing the moist space between her outer and inner labia, while Sara works her way up to Caro’s clit.
Sara’s tongue seems to cover her clit and her face pushes firmly against Caro. I can’t resist a proper taste and let my tongue loop down to Caro’s perineum and then straight up the middle of her pussy, separating the inner lips to reveal the glistening stickiness of her juices and the soft flesh inside.
Sara moves her head back and below mine, so she takes the lower position while I train my tongue inside Caro’s vagina and then up, applying slight pressure all the way to her clit, while Sara probes inside her now open vagina.
I can feel the bulb of Caro’s clit against my mouth. I hardly move my face but just make a tiny motion over and back with the very tip of my tongue. It seems to escape and then I find it again. Caro is moaning with pleasure.
Sara is back again to help, but this time pushes her tongue first into my mouth so we are sharing the sweet taste of her mum’s cunt. Then she takes over on Caro’s clit while I bring my head back and down again.
This time, I push Caro’s thighs so her pussy is facing more directly up. Caro takes the hint and pulls her legs back toward her, allowing me to get my hands under her arse and angle it up, offering Sara and me an unimpeded view.
I get my face in close and start to rim Caro as Sara leans in further and continues to work on her clit. The sticky juice from Caro’s pussy together with Sara’s and my saliva makes everything deliciously wet and very easy for my tongue to penetrate her anus. I push it in as far as I can reach, as Sara moves her face away slightly to give Caro’s clit a couple of sharp, light smacks. As Sara presses Caro’s clit again with her tongue and I continue to probe her arse with mine, Caro’s body starts to shake. Sara and I have the same thought and each move a forefinger to the edge of Caro’s pussy, then quickly inside. Caro’s moans are getting louder, which we take as an invitation for more fingers. We both get two inside her and then as we gently finger fuck and Caro moans, we move our wet faces against each other and kiss. As Caro orgasms, I lick from Sara’s chin to the corner of her mouth, which is particularly wet and sticky. Sara is savouring the new taste she picks up on my mouth and snogs me again.
As Caro’s breathing and quivering subside, Sara steps back and deftly removes her dress. “My turn on the breakfast bar, mum.”
