Laura Chandler looked around the pool at the group of her daughter’s friends and their parents having a great time in the afternoon sun. It seemed only yesterday that she had been walking Gabby to kindergarten. She smiled at the thought that some of the friends here today, at Gabby’s eighteenth birthday party, were those she had met way back in pre-school. And that some of their moms had become her own best friends.
Laura’s smile was broken by her husband Greg dive-bombing into the pool, causing a group of Gabby’s friends to squeal and scatter. Her two kids, Gabby and her younger brother Tyler, were the best thing that had ever happened to her. She just wished she had chosen to have them with someone who hadn’t turned out to be such a jerk. Greg ran his own small construction firm, and for the past five years had been the coach of the high school football team. His testosterone levels seemed to have risen as he got older if anything, and the man was constantly acting like an exuberant and insensitive adolescent.
Laura was ninety-nine percent sure that he was fucking the twenty-something barmaid in his local hangout, and she herself sure wasn’t getting any attention from him. Not that she minded that, in particular, as she had ceased to find him the least bit attractive. When Tyler was older, maybe at college, she would happily divorce the man and move on. But for now, she was stuck with him and his frankly embarrassing behavior. She knew that she wasn’t alone amongst her friends in being trapped in an unhappy, sexless marriage. She was sure that at least two of the moms at the party today had similar thoughts and plans about their future.
The thing that did rankle her was that, with no sex at home, the options were limited. It had been exactly two years since she and Greg had last had sex, a drunken and rather unsatisfactory fuck after they’d both consumed too much at Gabby’s sixteenth. Since then she had had to make do with her trusty rabbit vibrator and Pornhub. She sometimes wondered what data analysis of her online porn-viewing behavior would say about her state of mind – as she often found herself masturbating to scenes and scenarios that were well beyond her own personal experience.
She also wondered who, if anyone, would be her next sex partner. It was kind of exciting, being ‘available’, yet hugely frustrating in the sense that, at the moment, her options were virtually non-existent. Sure, she received many admiring glances and compliments. She had always had a good body and at 5ft 4, and a size 8 she had kept herself in shape, after the kids. Her best asset was undoubtedly her breasts, which had always been large but had miraculously defied gravity and remained firm and remarkably perky for her age, even after her two kids.
Even today, walking around the pool in her bikini top and denim cut-offs, she could feel the eyes of some of the dads and quite a few of Gabby’s young male friends burning into her chest. It made her feel great to think that the way they bounced as she walked would be generating a few hard-ons and liked to think of a few of the younger guys, in particular, jerking off later thinking about them. But none of this was anything she could act on. No way was she going to cradle rob the sons of some of her best friends, even if it turned her on to think about it now and again. Such was the fate of a stay-at-home mom approaching middle age, she mused.
The girls were reconvening in the pool now that her dick of a husband had left it and was back drinking beer and guffawing with some of the other dads and a few of the boys. He was in his freaking element – hosting a party for his beautiful daughter around the pool in his luxury home that he had built himself, sharing lewd stories about what he got up to with his young girlfriend, she was sure. Christ, he annoyed her, and she knew she shouldn’t let it get to her, but it did. She headed back into the house, keen to get away from the sound of his voice.
“Get some dry towels, Hun,” Greg shouted after her as she left the pool area, gesticulating towards the house with a beer in his hand.
She waved her acknowledgment without turning. The scowl on her face would have betrayed her anger and flooded the party with bad vibes.
Having put the tray down on the kitchen worktop, and stocked a load more beers into the cooler, she made her way to the shower room. There was a standing pipe shower out by the pool itself, but they also had a room for showering down and changing once the swimming was done. It was on the left just as you came in from the pool and had a big wet room with a couple of showers, and a small vestibule with a couple of big cupboards just before you entered the wet room itself. The cupboards held all manner of pool-related ephemera, and the shower room and cupboards saved them from traipsing through the house dripping water all over.
There was a huge load of laundered towels in one of the cupboards and Laura pulled open the door that ran floor to ceiling and reached for a pile of them. Just as she closed the cupboard door, she heard a strange noise coming from the wet room. Hell, she hadn’t realized anyone was in there! The door was slightly open, just a few inches – and she would have expected anyone using the shower to have closed it. She couldn’t think who it could be and without really thinking she peeked through the opening. Immediately she jumped back, her hand muffling a surprised gasp. Seconds later, she was peering back through the gap. The first time had been instinctive, but this time she knew she was snooping.
There were two people in the wet room. It was Zoe and Ana, two of Gabby’s best friends. Zoe was a tall slender brunette with piercing blue eyes, whilst Ana was a stunning black girl, about Laura’s own height, with amazing curves. They had been in the house hundreds of times over the years and Laura had seen their young bodies plenty of times as they played in the pool. When no guys were around, they and Gabby would go topless, so Laura wasn’t surprised by their nakedness. What she was surprised by… no, make that mesmerized… was the sight of Ana pressed up against the wall under a running shower. Her full breasts were squashed against the tiles, her head to one side, as Zoe stood behind her, her fingers buried between Ana’s full thighs, whilst her other hand held Ana’s hands together up above her, pressed against the wall.
The noises Laura had heard had been Ana’s quiet cries of pleasure. Laura stood entranced as she watched the two girls, her attention focusing on the way that Zoe had Ana’s hands clasped as tightly as she did. Ana could get away if she wanted, Laura was sure of that, so she had to assume that Ana was happily letting Zoe control her like this. Laura felt a tingling between her legs as she watched the two girls, unable to hear herself away. What if someone came in and found her spying on these two girls like this?
She tiptoed over towards the kitchen and checked that the coast was clear. No one was in the house, and the party was still in full swing around the pool. She carefully made her way back to the shower room and resumed her position, peering through the gap. Her hand immediately went to her mouth in surprise again. Ana was no longer pressed up against the wall, but kneeling in front of Zoe, her face buried in the brunette’s groin. Laura couldn’t see Ana’s face as Zoe’s right leg was up, her foot against the wall. But she could see enough to know that Ana’s tongue was busy pleasuring Zoe’s pussy. Zoe’s head was thrown back, her long hair hanging in wavy wet strands down her back, reaching all the way to her perfectly rounded ass. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes closed as Ana brought her to climax.
Laura was frozen solid throughout the whole thing, looking on in amazement as Zoe managed to balance with her leg up against the wall as her moans indicated she was cumming into Ana’s mouth. Then, like some erotic gymnast, she deftly pulled her leg down to stand, towering gracefully over Ana. Laura saw the adoring look in the young black girl’s eyes as she stayed kneeling after her work was done. Her orgasm over, Zoe glanced over towards the door, startling Laura. Moving back, she tripped over the pile of towels that she had completely forgotten about.
“Hey, who’s that?” called Zoe as Laura fell against the cupboard, steadying herself. Grabbing the towels and half-running, half-stumbling, she got out into the kitchen just in time. Collecting herself, she walked out into the pool area and put the pile of towels on a small table.
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That evening, as the temperature started to drop, they all gradually migrated inside, with people finding a spot on the large sofa that ran like a half perimeter around the center of the big living room. Zoe and Ana sat across the room from Laura, huddled up together, giggling and whispering. She was sure she could feel the girls’ eyes burning into her whenever she wasn’t looking at them, but when she did, they were fixated on something on Ana’s cell phone. It’s all in your mind, she told herself, you’re just feeling guilty about snooping earlier. But she couldn’t get what she had seen out of her head. Zoe stood over Ana, her fingers deep inside her. The way Ana looked up into the taller girl’s eyes so adoringly, so obediently. Laura shifted in her seat, trying to contain the tingling that was intensifying as her mind wandered, thinking about the two girls together. She imagined Zoe’s teeth pulling on Ana’s hard nipples, the young black girl looking so beautiful as she arched her back, throwing her head back and moaning softly. Come on, pull yourself together, she told herself.
She got up with a purpose and asked the room if anyone wanted another drink or snacks from the kitchen table. Taking the orders, she headed off to the kitchen and busied herself with the task at hand, returning with a tray laden full of beers, G&T’s and bowls of chips and pretzels. She placed it down on the big glass coffee table in the middle of the sofa area and started to hand out drinks. She looked up and saw that Zoe and Ana were gone. They couldn’t have left and gone home, as they were both staying over, but where had they disappeared to, and what were they up to? She was ashamed to admit that the thought of it was making her wet!
Allie, one of the other moms, pulled her into a conversation about the latest must-watch reality TV show, and she did her best to keep up, but she was so distracted thinking about the two young girls. Her pulse was racing, thinking about what they might be doing. It took her a few minutes to make a plausible excuse about needing to check upstairs, and she headed off in search of Zoe and Ana. She had no idea what she was going to do when she found them or why she wanted to, but she just knew she had to.
Once upstairs, she moved quietly towards the spare room that they had given to the two girls to stay in tonight, figuring that was her best bet. She was literally tiptoeing like a cartoon mouse by the time she got close! The door was a little open and she heard the tell-tale noises coming from inside the room of pleasure being had. She could not believe it as she came up close to the door and peered through the gap. She caught her breath as she saw Ana on the bed, her legs spread, facing the door. For the second time today, she was spying on this beautiful young girl, a friend of her own daughter’s. Zoe was nowhere to be seen, and Laura tried to scan the room as best she could through the narrow aperture, but she couldn’t find her.
Turning her attention back to Ana, she saw that the girl had her hand down the front of her panties, leisurely fingering herself. In truth, the panties were little more than a strip of fabric that only partially covered her knuckles as her fingers pushed inside her sex. She was wet, Laura knew, as she could hear the gentle squelching as her fingers moved. Laura’s heart was pounding in her chest as she watched, transfixed as this beautiful girl pleasured herself so assuredly in the bedroom of her friend’s house. The tingling between her legs had become a desperate ache, and she could not help herself, she had to relieve it somehow. Without taking her eyes off Ana, she unbuttoned her denim cut-offs and slipped her fingers down, underneath the waistband of her own panties. She clasped her free hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp that emitted as her fingertips made contact with her clit. She grabbed hold of the doorframe to steady herself as shockwaves shot through her body, turning her legs to jelly.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Zoe’s voice almost gave Laura a heart attack. She immediately began to pull her cut-offs up and button them. But Zoe put her hand on Laura’s and, smiling, shook her head slowly. “Too late, Mrs. Chandler. You’ve already been caught with your fingers in the cookie jar,” she said, laughing.
Laura pulled back from the young girl and finished doing her buttons up.
“What are you talking about, Zoe?” she said, attempting to recover some dignity and indeed a degree of authority over her daughter’s young friend.
“I was just checking in as I heard some strange noises. You girls aren’t used to the alcohol, and I was worried one of you may be feeling sick.” She looked at Zoe in the manner she would use with an errant child. “And, anyway, what do you think you are doing, creeping up on people like that?” She felt confident she had gained the moral high ground.
But Zoe just laughed, waving her cell phone in the air confidently. “All caught on camera, I’m afraid, Mrs Chandler,” she said as she flipped the phone sideways in her hand, the screen facing Laura, and pressed ‘play’.
Laura watched herself on the phone’s screen, clearly unbuttoning her cut-offs and slipping her hand down the front of them as she peered through the gap into the spare room. She gasped as she saw the camera angle zoom in to her crotch, her hand quite visibly moving as she pleasured herself. Zoe closed the video player, laughing.
“Isn’t it incredible how good the camera is on these new iPhones?” she said leaning against the wall languidly, staring down straight into Laura’s nervous eyes.
“B… but… but that doesn’t mean… it doesn’t show…” Laura was completely lost for words. It showed her playing with herself as she peered into the guest bedroom, that’s what it showed.
“It shows you being a dirty, peeping little slut, Mrs Chandler, wouldn’t you say?” Zoe’s smile had turned nastier now, and she pushed the bedroom door open to reveal Ana, sitting up cross-legged on the bed, beaming at her friend.
Zoe continued. “I thought it was you earlier, in the shower room. So I set this little trap for you. And sure enough, like the dirty little slut you are, you took the bait.”
Zoe seemed to tower over Laura as she moved closer to her. She had a good four inches in height over her, but it was more than the physical height. She had assumed a more domineering stature altogether. Laura felt intimidated, and dominated by this young girl, but she was determined to fight back.
“I won’t have you using that sort of language in my house, Zoe!” she retorted, pulling herself up with all the authority she could muster. Her head was spinning, she had never been spoken to like this before, not by anyone.
“You know what, Mrs Chandler? I think I can call you anything I damn well like. Unless you want me to stop, and just send this video of you around? Then, I mean, everyone could decide for themselves if you are a dirty little slut or not. Would you prefer I did that?” Laura could hear Ana giggling as she looked on from the bed.
“No! I mean… you wouldn’t dare!”
“Oh, I would very much dare, Mrs Chandler. I mean I could post it on a number of places quite anonymously. On Facebook or Instagram, quite easily. But to be perfectly honest I don’t mind sending it to people I know anyway. I mean, I’m not the little whore with my fingers down my shorts, am I?” she said as she gently but firmly urged Laura into the bedroom with just a nudge of her hand. That’s all it took, as Laura was in such a daze now. She stumbled towards the bed as Zoe shut the door and continued.
“So, I’m assuming that you don’t want me sharing that little clip of you spying on your house guests with a WhatsApp group or two? I think this one here has Gabby on it, and I know my mom is on another. You don’t want that, do you, Mrs Chandler?”
Laura was too stunned to speak. She just shook her head.
“Didn’t think so. So, if I want to call you a slut, I’ll call you a slut. Are we clear?”
Laura nodded her head meekly. She didn’t know what to do.
“Say it.”
Laura looked at her, puzzled.
“Say you’re a dirty, peeping little slut.”
“I’m a dirty, peeping little slut,” Laura said in a whispered voice. She was fully aware of how wet she was getting as she said it. Aware of how hard her heart was pounding.
“Louder.”
“I’m a dirty, peeping little slut,” she said.
“Good. Now, Slut… let’s have you naked,” Zoe smiled as she moved to sit in an armchair just next to where Laura was standing and crossed her legs.
Laura didn’t know what to do. She felt ashamed, humiliated, and turned on like she couldn’t believe, all at the same time.
“Come on, slut. Get naked now!” Zoe leaned forward and slapped Laura really hard across the back of her bare thigh.
The stinging slap startled Laura into life. She knew she shouldn’t be letting her daughter’s friend order her around like this. She remembered so many times when she had been in charge of the girls, chaperoning them to parties and play dates, looking over them, and keeping them all in order. It was so wrong that the tables should be turned like this, with her the one being told what to do. She knew this wasn’t right, but her body was telling her that it was what she wanted. Her mind was screaming to resist, yet the stinging warmth on the back of her leg was making her feel so alive.
“I beg your pardon?” Laura managed after what seemed like an age. She attempted the tone she would normally use with the girls, but she failed. Her voice was faltering and unsure. She knew she was losing this battle.
“I said strip. If you’re not naked in sixty seconds, then I’m popping downstairs to show everyone this video of you.”
“Please. Please don’t make me, Zoe.” Laura stood there, her eyes pleading.
“Fifty seconds now,” Zoe said, totally dispassionately, looking at the countdown timer on her phone.
Laura made a quick calculation in her head and figured she didn’t want to risk calling Zoe’s bluff. And of course, her pussy was throbbing, urging her to do as Zoe said. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and dropped it on the bed, then pushed her unbuttoned cut-offs down to her feet and stepped out of them.
“I said naked. Twenty seconds,” Zoe said, hardly looking up from her phone. Ana giggled and bounced on the bed as she watched.
Her head hanging, Laura undid the bikini top and, with a deep breath, pushed her thumbs through the waistband of her panties and shimmied those down over her thighs, and let them fall.
“Good girl,” Zoe said, putting her phone in her pocket.
“Now, let’s have a look at you.” She stood up and cupped Laura’s full but firm breasts in her hands. “Nice, Mrs Chandler, very nice indeed,” she said as she weighed them in her hands. She teased Laura’s hard with her thumbs. The older woman groaned with desire, betraying just how aroused she was by the treatment.
“Oh, but we are going to have to do something about this!” she exclaimed as fingers poked at Laura’s pubic hair dismissively.
“Wh.. what?” Laura was stunned at being handled like livestock.
“This,” Zoe pulled at a few strands of Laura’s generous bush. “By tomorrow I will need this smooth. Shave it or get it waxed, I don’t care which. But you will always have this smooth from now on.”
“Shaved? Smooth? But…. “
Without saying a word, Zoe thrust two fingers deep into Laura’s pussy. The older woman gasped and flinched as shock and pleasure rocked her body in equal measure. Zoe’s hand closed so she was grasping hold of Laura’s mound as her fingers delved inside her. Zoe’s look was entirely dispassionate.
“This slutty little cunt belongs to me now. Understand that. So, when I say I want it smooth from now on, what are you going to do?”
“K-keep it smooth,” Laura said quietly. She could feel her juices running freely out of her over Zoe’s fingers. Zoe pulled them out and wiped them on Laura’s discarded t-shirt, like a mechanic wiping the oil off a spanner with a rag.
“Good. Now kneel. There, at the bottom of the bed.”
For a nanosecond, Laura thought about objecting, or even refusing to kneel. But she did neither. She felt both helpless and incredibly alive at the same time. She wished this humiliation would stop, but her predicament was turning her on like she couldn’t believe, and the prospect of what might happen next was intoxicating. Her head was spinning as she dutifully got down on her knees, facing the bed. Ana was a few feet away, her pussy level with Laura’s face. She was playing with herself again. The squelching was more acute in Laura’s ears as she watched Ana languidly fingering herself.
“Hands behind your back.”
Laura immediately complied with Zoe’s barked order.
“Good girl. Now, stick your tongue out.”
Laura’s head instinctively jerked towards Zoe, but she quickly caught herself and opened her mouth, pushing her tongue out.
“Take those panties off and scoot forward, Baby Girl,” Zoe instructed Ana. It was a much softer tone than she had used with Laura, but it was still an order.
Ana happily did as she was told, discarding her tiny panties and moving toward the end of the bed. Fuck! Laura could smell the sweet scent of the girl’s sex. She watched transfixed as Ana adjusted herself, edging closer to the tip of Laura’s outstretched tongue. In position, she spread he legs wide and used her hands to spread her labia. A small line of creamy white fluid was oozing out slowly. The young black girl’s pussy was one of the most beautiful things that Laura had ever seen.
“Perfect. Now, have you tasted pussy before Mrs Chandler?”
“Nn-uh,” she shook her head, keeping her tongue sticking out.
“Mmmmm. She’s a cunny virgin, Ana. You’re going to be her first taste.” Zoe stood behind Laura as she spoke, stroking her hair like she would a child or a pet. She reached down and pulled on Laura’s nipples, stretching them before letting go. Laura’s nipples had been aching all afternoon, ever since the wet room incident, and she almost passed out as she felt them burn. Then she felt Zoe’s hands on either side of her head, urging her forward.
“Slowly, I want to enjoy this,” Zoe said as she let go, “Don’t be greedy now, Mrs Chandler, I just want you to taste a little of Ana’s nectar, you are not to push your tongue in, do you understand?”
Laura nodded as she moved ever closer to the trail of thick milky juice.
“Ana’s pussy belongs to me, you see, Mrs Chandler. In the same way that yours does now too. See how happy she is. You will be happy that you are mine too, trust me.”
Ana’s fingers were rubbing faster now on her clit. Laura’s tongue was just millimeters away.
“Good girl. There’ll be plenty of time later for you to stick your tongue in this gorgeous little twat. For now though, just the merest taste.”
Laura could hear all of Zoe’s words and somewhere deep inside her head a question was being asked about what Zoe meant when she said ‘later’, but for now all of Laura’s consciousness was focused on that bead of juice, just dying to collect it on the end of her tongue.
Then she made contact, the merest of touches, the tip of her tongue lapping gently at Ana’s pussy, collecting a drop of her juice. The taste was like nothing she had experienced before, and her whole being erupted. She saw stars and her body was shuddering as she felt a gush of her own juices flood from between her legs, coating her upper thighs. Suddenly Zoe had hold of her hair, holding her in place.
“Oh my God, you are such a little SLUT, Mrs Chandler! You just came right there, from that one little lick!” Zoe was laughing as she pulled Laura’s head back, looking down into her glazed-over eyes. Laura frankly didn’t care what she was being called, she was drifting in the afterglow of the best cum she’d had in years.
The next ten minutes were a blur. She was vaguely aware of the two young girls helping her up onto the bed, laughing and chatting as they did so. Then she realized she was alone. Lying curled up naked on the bed in the spare room.
Gingerly, she got up and started to get dressed. She couldn’t find her panties anywhere, and after a thorough search of the room, pulled on her cut-offs without them on. The rough denim brushed against her sensitive pussy, its harshness making her tingle and throb with every movement. She straightened herself in the mirror and left the room, making her way back to the party. The laughter and hum of conversation suggested no one had missed her particularly and she wondered how long exactly she’d been away. Allie waved happily at her as she came down the stairs, beckoning her over and holding up a wine bottle.
All seemed to be just as it was when she left. Zoe and Ana sat where they had been earlier, only now Gabby was there with them too. As ever, they were huddled around one of the girl’s phones. Zoe looked up momentarily and caught Laura’s eye as she did so. She smiled the same smile she always had, with no hint of the harshness from earlier. For a second, Laura started to question whether she’d dreamt all of it. Had a bit too much to drink, and fallen asleep on the bed upstairs maybe? Then her phone pinged. A WhatsApp from Zoe. A picture of Laura’s face, her tongue outstretched as she prepared to taste pussy for the first time. It hadn’t been a dream. Her phone pinged again. Zoe again.
“Remember, I want you smooth as of tomorrow. And don’t bother with panties. You are not to wear those from now on.” Laura looked back at Zoe, and the same friendly smile was there. Then a momentary raising of the eyebrows that was new, different. Authoritative, commanding.
Tomorrow? From now on? What on earth had she got herself tied up in? Her mind raced and her pussy oozed at the thought.
