It was just mid afternoon. A Friday afternoon, the weekend stretched out before her, as Lorraine turned the corner and walked down the street towards the house she shared with her mother. It was two weeks since the threesome with her boyfriend and her mother. A very eventful fortnight. Ahead of her she thought she saw Ross, his back to her, walking away from their house. She closed the front door behind. She heard her mother in the kitchen, and walked down the hall. Paula was filling the kettle, and turned and smiled at her daughter, “tea?” she asked.
“Oh yes please, I could murder a cuppa.” Lorraine replied. Paula was naked, but for a pair of white cotton knickers.
“Been doing it with my boyfriend again Mum?” Lorraine asked.
“Sorry love, yes. I know I should have asked.”
Lorraine couldn’t think for a moment why her mother should have asked. Ross had been fucking both of them either singly, or together since “that night.” Lorraine didn’t mind one bit. She had never been serious about Ross, he’d just been useful. He still was, but she wanted someone else. She wanted to experience other men, come to that, other women.
Paula put the tea mugs on the kitchen table.
“Mum, isn’t it about time we did it with one of your boyfriends, I mean its only fair.”
Paula sipped her tea. Lorraine had a point she thought. Then without saying a word, she picked up her Blackberry, and pressed a speed dial number. The call was answered almost straight away. After a few pleasantries, Paula said, “look John, I fancy a little fun, when can I come over?”
“Tonight? No, no that would be great, but are you sure?”
“No that sounds nice, you know me, I’d be up for that. Look John, I’ll bring my daughter with me, you remember Lorraine.”
“No John, would I have suggested it if she wasn’t out for some fun as well. John we both are, you know what I am saying.”
After a couple more minutes, and some yes’s and oh course’s, Paula pressed the end button. She turned to her daughter. “Well love, your wish is my command. Lets get dolled up, we are going out.”
Paula parked the car outside a very smart apartment block overlooking the harbour. Lorraine stood beside her mother as she pressed the entry phone button. The door buzzed, and they went in. The lift took them to the penthouse apartment. Lorraine had butterflies in her stomach. Serious big ones.
“Mum, are you sure about this?”
“Sure, you bet. Look don’t worry, you look great, just try to enjoy yourself.” Paula said.
They had spent a couple of hours getting ready, doing their make up, choosing what to wear, that had been the fun part, now she was just a bag of nerves. She had felt great in her new underwear, which Paula had brought her after “that night” serious silk underwear, see through, and very expensive. She could see, quite clearly, her pussy through the filmy material. Her new “hair do” looked good too. Paula had whisked her down to the beauty salon. She now had a Brazilian, just like Mums. Her legs had been waxed, her nails done, and her eye brows plucked.
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