What My Daughter Did

What My Daughter Did

We were a fairly typical family. What you would call normal. At least I thought so. We were England's suburbia, it's Middle England, manifested. Tony Blair's Mondeo man, or whatever the modern term would be for us. As ordinary as you can get.

"What's for tea?" Jade asked as she opened the fridge to steal a carrot.

"Nothing if you eat it all before it makes the oven."

"It's just a carrot.

I'm going out later, mum."

"Then I'd better get on with it. What time?"

She leaned on the worktop and crunched the carrot. All legs in nothing but a long tee shirt. I'd been like that once.

"About eight. Be back late. Or not at all."

"Helpful."

She pushed off as if launching herself into space and headed for the stairs.

"You know how it is at my age. Party, party, party."

Is that what she was doing? Jade was a regular young lady. She didn't do anything special. Not that I knew of. She was mostly a stop at home. A few friends she saw but no boyfriend or anyone special.

Saturday night, however, once a month she disappeared out. She didn't say where and she didn't dress up, so not clubbing. She did do her makeup, so I always had the impression it was something special, something she wasn't sharing. I didn't ask. She was a young woman and was entitled to her secrets. But it intrigued me where she went until the early hours. I just hoped it wasn't a married man.

We had dinner and Jade darted out the door in nothing more than jeans and a baggy pullover. Did she have a bra on? Yes, I was getting suspicious. Perhaps I should just ask her.

Ben helped me load the dishwasher and I settled down to read a book while he watched TV. Yep. Normal family life. We'd sit around hardly talking until bedtime. Years and years of marriage had left us with little to say and an ability to read each other's minds sufficiently that even less needed to be said.

Regular as clockwork, we readied for bed and went up about ten thirty.

Ben wanted sex. At forty-six I rarely got it any more but I wasn't so old that I didn't crave it. I wanted his cock. I wanted that feeling of scratching an itch that nagged away at me from deep in my groin. It waxed and waned through the passing days, always waiting for an opportunity.

I knew as soon as the light was out that he was horny. It was the way he lay. The little fidget. Then it was fingers tickling my arm. I snuggled closer as a signal of my acceptance, inviting him how a female bird might dip its head or fluff its feathers to indicate willingness.

Ben mumbled halfhearted I love you's as he kissed my shoulder and neck. That hand moved to my stomach and drifted around in circles. There wasn't any real hunger or even a sense of having to work for it. Just an expectation that sex would follow the prerequisite actions.

"Mmm. That's nice."

It was. It just wasn't amazing or exciting. It was merely a well-practised routine we'd fallen into.

Without my even being fully aware of the almost immaterial attempt at foreplay, Ben was easing between my thighs. I lifted my knees and opened my legs for him for what seemed the ten thousandth time in our marriage.

"Put it in."

I did feel good as his hard meat eased into my tunnel, stretching muscles and teasing nectar from eager glands. It wasn't exciting though. It was just fucking. An action born of instinct and familiarity to satisfy a frustration on both our parts. I did love him. And I didn't doubt he loved me. But years of the same thing had dulled the licentious lust of youth.

We went through the motions in what had become a routine of muscle memory. Ben fucked me and I groaned my pleasure.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I missed the urgency of youth. The smouldering heat of almost illicit sex that had fired our passions in the early days. There wasn't any unexpected touch or the desire to have the other in some new exciting position. We lacked the overwhelming desire to be so connected in body and soul that our fucking became exhausting. It was nothing more than what was necessary.

I envied Jade. She was young. An attractive girl who turned heads. While I didn't want to think of my daughter being defiled, and I didn't know who it had been, I did know she wasn't a virgin.

I lay there in the dark after, thinking about how mundane sex had become. Where had the fire and excitement of our youth gone? I did still remember that desire which fanned the flames of passion at Jade's age. I just didn't see or feel any of it. What had happened to talking and saying dirty things as we did it?

I remembered when once had not been enough for us. Of how we'd fuck in one position and stop before either of us came to swap to another position and start again.

At one time he would take me front, back and with me on top. Now it was mostly missionary, or sometimes with me laid on my stomach without even the enthusiasm to get on all fours.

Where we fucked for hours, now it was minutes. A few pumps to bring about a mediocre orgasm as quickly as possible followed by sleep. Was that all there was to sex now?

We fitted the image of the perfect family outwardly. Behind closed doors, things were less idyllic. Nothing outrageous, just boring. Ben worked as a senior manager in an engineering firm and brought home a decent enough wage. I was a stay-at-home mum. At least that was how it'd started. Our daughter, Jade, was twenty-one. I'd just carried on staying at home when she'd outgrown a need for her mother.

Jade was normal as well. She had a job in the bank. Only as a cashier, but with a promise for better things. She stayed out of trouble and helped me around the home. She was just as boring. The only mystery about her was her indifference to boys.

I saw her looking when they were on TV. I'd even seen her internet history. She had a healthy interest in sex and wasn't into girls behind a little natural curiosity. But for some reason that didn't translate into boyfriends. Ben saw it as good news. No trouble, he said. I generally went along with that, except sometimes I wondered why such a pretty girl who turned heads just didn't seem as interested as we had been at twenty-one.

What I didn't know that night was that I was about to find out the truth about my daughter's sex life. And it was far more outrageous than anything I'd ever done.

I met Janet for an early evening drink in town after she finished work. She was an old school friend. The only one I'd stayed in touch with.

"I got news."

She was excited as she brought our drinks and shuffled onto the seat next to me.

"I had my first date since the divorce."

"Janet. You kept that secret. Who is it?"

"Some bloke called Leo I found on Tinder."

"What?"

I'd expected someone from her work or even an old flame she'd conjured up on Facebook.

"Tinders for kids isn't it?"

I lifted my drink to my lips

"You'd be surprised. Lots of older people on there. He wasn't one of them though."

I stopped before I took a sip.

"What do you mean he wasn't one of them?"

Janet smirked.

"Thirty. Ish."

"Ish?"

"Maybe a little younger. I was too busy to ask."

"Fucking hell, Janet."

I looked around to be certain no one was eavesdropping.

"Are you saying you shagged him?"

She grinned madly.

"Laura. It was fucking amazing. I'd forgotten what good sex was. We did it all night. Insatiable. An animal. Dirty as fuck.

He was pretty good as well."

Now I needed my drink.

"Are you going to see him again?"

"Fuck that. I've just got away from fucking the same boring bloke every night."

She hesitated.

"Or was it month? I get those two mixed up. It wasn't at all for the last six.

No. Swipe left. Swipe right. Tinder is full of opportunity."

I was laughing at her brazen attitude. And cursing that she was getting something that was just a memory to me.

"Fucking hell Janet. I can't believe what I'm hearing. But good luck. Not sure I could do that though. Sex with a complete stranger. And a young bloke at that.

I'd be worrying he thought my tits were sagging or my arse was fat."

"Alright for you. You have Ben. He can probably still get it up. Jim couldn't. At least not with me. Not such a problem with that woman from the office though.

He's shacked up with her you know."

I sipped more of my drink, hiding thoughts of how abysmal my sex life had become.

"Yeah. I'm happy with Ben thanks. You won't catch me Tindering boys."

"Tindering? Catchy.

Like I said. You have Ben and he's lovely. Me. I'm going to do all the Tindering I can before my tits go south.

Another drink?"

I watched as she went to the bar. Janet had been like me. Normal. Now she was single she dressed just a little more daringly. Tighter tops in those big tits of hers. A small heel in her shoes. And jeans that hugged her figure.

"Isn't it difficult to go with someone you hardly know after all these years?" I asked when she returned.

"Nah. It's like riding a bike. You did it when you were eighteen."

"I was eighteen and stupid. And no, I didn't. Not really."

She sipped her wine.

"No. Neither did I. After what's his name the other night, I'm realising what I missed out on."

"What's his name? Don't you even know?"

She shrugged.

"I'm sure he mentioned it. I was preoccupied."

She leaned closer, conspiratorially.

"You won't believe how many younger men want an older woman. There's eighteen year olds on that site wanting to connect.

I mean. It's great if you have someone like Ben, but I don't. So I'm going to get all I can before I hit fifty. And I don't care if they're half my age. The young are so fucking uninhibited. They send you dick pics so you can see what you're getting."

She reached for her phone.

"Wanna see some?"

"No."

I put my hand out and pressed hers back to the table.

"I'm not sitting here looking at men's bits."

"The one I'm seeing tomorrow has a monster cock. He's already told me what he wants me to do with my tits."

I shuffled uncomfortably.

"Meanwhile in the real world, we're thinking of a holiday in Italy next year."

I walked back from the pub. It wasn't so far. About twenty-five minutes across town and it was still only late summer so it was light.

Janet hadn't shut up about young men. How did a woman in her mid-forties with two children turn into a cougar? I could never do that. My sex life might be almost nonexistent, but I'd make do. I knew where I was with Ben. And it was normal for things to cool as you got older.

I breathed in the night air and carried on along the high street past another pub with blaring music and a group of Janet's suitors stood around outside. Three young men holding pints and smoking. I kept my head down, conscious of their eyes on me. I wasn't a cougar. No, thank you.

That's how I almost missed her on the other side of the road. She seemed in a hurry, walking fast and purposefully in the opposite direction.

"Jade," I called out.

She didn't hear me, my shout drowned out by the rattle of an inconvenient supermarket delivery lorry. Normally I would have shrugged it off and just mentioned seeing her when we were home. Instead, I felt the curiosity as to what she got up to on her monthly night out. I darted across the road to see where she went.

I followed for a minute or two, up a side street, away from the centre. I considered calling out again but something stopped me. Where was she going? Jade turned right and vanished from sight.

I think it was that she had slipped down a dingy narrow alley that had me chasing after her. Not the kind of place I wanted my daughter to go. God only knows what could happen in an uninviting passage that seemed untouched by the evening light like this.

What I found in the small square at the end of it had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up. It was a derelict area of rundown Victorian houses once converted to cheap flats. They looked abandoned. Opposite those was a club. Of sorts. A seedy-looking place with neon signs. It looked like an old factory surrounded by derelict houses.

"Only twenty-five pounds. Everyone welcome."

I stared at the bouncer before looking around. There was nowhere else Jade could have gone. No other way out. And the houses were in darkness. I turned back at the dodgy-looking club. I read the signs. The only words I saw were 'LIVE SEX'.

The bouncer hadn't given up.

"Come on, Luv. Just a bit of fun. Better than Pornhub. And definitely better than your old man'll give you tonight."

I don't not what possessed me but I found myself edging closer. I was still trying to imagine why Jade would have gone into such a place. But where else could she have gone?

"You look a bit of alright. Join in. Get the cobwebs blown away.

Watch the show, rent a room. Only another tenner."

Live sex. I started to register what he was saying.

"What?"

He started to regard me closer as I stood in shock.

"Look, lady. Either this is your place or it isn't. Run along if it's the latter."

I stared up at the door, again knowing Jade had to be inside.

"Sorry. Twenty-five pounds you said?"

"Yeah. Pay at the desk on the way in."

God knows what possessed me, but I walked into a sex club for the first time in my life.

It wasn't quite what I expected. My only experience of strip clubs was seeing them on TV in detective movies.

Inside was a large, plush hall. Comfortable seating all around. Small alcoves for privacy and a busy bar. It was a far cry from the run-down look on the outside. There were no strippers, not at the moment, but most of the clientele were very touchy-feely. I felt uncomfortable straight away.

It was the centre of the space that was the biggest difference from what I'd seen on TV and the reminder of the signs outside. It wasn't a stage for dancing, instead, it was an enormous circular... what I can only describe as a bed. Padded and buttoned, with a variety of pillows. Live sex, it had said in neon. Was this what Jade was coming to watch?

The lights dimmed as I bought a drink and tried to look innocuous. I knew something was about to happen and much as I didn't want to see it, I expected to find Jade when it started. I slinked into a corner, horrified at what I would see.

It was a horror, but not how I expected. It was far, far worse.

"Oh, fuck."

It was Jade on the bed when bright spotlights illuminated it. My own bloody daughter kneeling naked in full view of everyone. I saw everything. Her sweet face. And her tits and...

"Oh my god."

I gasped and stared in disbelief as she sunk to the bed and rolled around touching herself. She was lifting her legs, pushing them apart before closing them around her hand. She was on all fours, crawling about, showing herself to all these people. I wanted to die.

I wanted to stand up and drag her away. To shout out to her and tell these people to stop ogling my girl.

All I saw was her bare flesh, her legs lifting and falling as if in some horizontal sexual dance. She was fondling her tits and rubbing herself between the thighs. She rolled and lifted her arse to show it to everyone.

"Oh god, no."

I could see everything. And so could everyone else. I stood up to stop this, not caring who I embarrassed or how angry with me Jade would be. This was disgusting and...

Then it got worse. Two young men appeared and approached the bed from either side. Both were naked and both were... very aroused.

I froze where I stood, unable to believe what I saw. Jade was up on her knees, giving an unrestricted view of her tits and pussy with absolutely no shame. She held her hands out to encourage those men to join her and they slid onto the bed. She was all smiles, eager to have these men with her.

I put my hand to my mouth in shock. I wanted to scream but no sound came out. Instead, I was transfixed as my daughter writhed around between these two men as they kissed her body all over and fondled her sex as if they were slaves worshipping their queen.

'Live Sex' the sign had read. And my daughter was the staring act.

My heart was pounding and I found it difficult to breathe as I was forced to watch my little girl being degraded as paying customers watched the spectacle. Time seemed to drag out into an eternity and Jade became larger than life in my vision. She was the only thing I could see, highlighted by bright lights that focused all eyes on her.

Jade was on her hands and knees, taking a cock in her mouth while another fucked her from behind. She was rocking herself slowly, enjoying those men in a way that horrified me.

I looked around me. Everyone was watching her being defiled. Men and women alike, all of them enjoying the show far too much. A couple were cuddling near me. A woman not much younger than me leaned back into her man as he squeezed and fondled her tits.

I looked past them. Another couple. Younger. She had his cock in her hand, massaging it as they watched Jade performing for their entertainment. Everywhere I looked was charged with sex, but no more so than in that central arena.

I turned my eyes back to the spectacle as I became aware of something quite unexpected. Seeing my daughter pleasure these men was having the opposite effect on me to what I wanted.

I should have been disgusted. Horrified at her behaviour. I was. But I was also gripped by a fascination. A hunger to watch. I found myself bewitched by the young men and their beautiful cocks. They were so fine looking. Lads I would have lusted after when I was Jade's age. In my loins, an arousal I hadn't felt in years took hold. It raged like an out-of-control fire, zapping my energy until my knees were weak. I was quivering, wanting to touch myself. Wanting someone to caress me.

For a moment I wanted to be Jade. I wanted to feel the delight of a young man's eager cock thrusting into me. I wanted to run my lips up a thick, hard shaft and feel his crown on my tongue, and to hold balls in my palm. I let out a gasp.

"Uhh."

Jade was rocking back and forth with a steady rhythm, slowly fucking herself while seemingly oblivious to the audience. Under the lights, her body glowed creamy white. I could see everything. I could see her tits hanging, swaying with her movements. Small pink nipples pointing downward. I could see her arse moving back to impale her on a cock that filled her sex. The man's hands were all over her smooth flesh, caressing her as he took his evident pleasure. That was my daughter. My princess.

I looked at the crowd again. An appreciative audience of otherwise decent people watching. I found my eyes drawn to a woman five or six years younger than me. She wore a short dress that was loose across her chest. She had a hand inside it, massaging her tit. It took a moment to lift my eyes to hers. She was staring straight at me. Smiling.

"Oh fuck."

I felt hot and flustered. And disgusted at the reaction my body was having. I couldn't take any more. I had to get out. I rushed for the door, pushing past two women rubbing themselves while they pressed together at the hips. A man was with them, his hands on their butts.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Outside, the cool air was a welcome relief and I breathed deeply to calm myself.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

I was in shock and I felt sick. I also felt hornier than I had since college. An all-encompassing, invasive desire to cum was gripping me. It horrified me that I could feel that way from any such brazen display of debauchery. That my daughter was involved and I hadn't stopped it just made me hate myself.

I looked back at the club. The bouncer was watching me. I imagined he saw me as a weirdo. Someone who might cause trouble. I straightened up and walked away on unsteady legs.

I was in a daze. Shocked to the core. But through it all, only one thing remained focused. I had a deep need to cum.

I hurried home and ran upstairs, locking the bathroom door.

"Oh god."

In my head, I saw the scene playing out again. My daughter being fucked in public. And inexplicably, I was writhing with a fire that burned in my belly and reached out to the tips of my fingers and toes with its invasive tendrils.

I had my jeans pushed to my knees in moments.

"Uhh."

Two fingers fucked my pussy with a madness. My other hand was rubbing my clit. All I could see was that lad's cock thrusting into Jade from behind. I saw his balls swinging. And I heard the approving murmurs of the audience.

"Huh."

I so wanted to cum. I closed my eyes and the images became clearer. A big, beautiful cock in her mouth. I wanted it to be mine. I wanted to taste that man's flesh and smell his aroma. I wanted his hands holding my face as he fucked my mouth. And then to taste the salty musk of his cum.

And that woman? Did she want to touch me?

"Oh god."

It came up on me so quickly. A speeding wall of ecstasy. I jolted as the amazing feeling rushed over my skin like a warm, tingling wind and a joyous release rushed through me as I felt rejuvenated and immensely happy.

"Uhh."

For a moment I leaned on the wall, basking in the delight. I licked my fingers wanting that final connection to my pleasure. Then, as my breathing and racing heart settled, I started to question my sanity. I wiped myself, disgusted by the mess on the tops of my thighs and all over my hands. Again I was hit with a wish for it to have been the cum of those young men. I wanted to be the victim on that bed. Willingly giving myself where I wished my daughter had not.

They were thoughts that brought the guilt. A disgust with myself. A shame I struggled to reconcile.

I pulled my jeans into place and checked my face in the mirror. Jesus, what was I thinking? And what was Jade thinking doing that? I had to talk to her.

I wondered if I should tell Ben. No. He would go mad. It'd tear him apart. I'd deal with it. Calmly.

I rinsed my hands and went back downstairs. Ben was watching TV, in blissful ignorance of my dilemma. I took a breath and tried to behave normally

"Want a tea?"

He glanced at the time.

"A quick one. It's almost bedtime."

Yeah. It was. Suddenly I was grateful I'd masturbated. At least I'd sleep okay. No, I wouldn't. I'd lay awake worrying for Jade. I'd be listening for her to come home, wanting to confront her. I couldn't. Not yet.

Jade acted normally the next day. And every day after that. I watched her, looking for some sign she had been groomed or manipulated. Eventually I came to the conclusion she had done what she had willingly. I didn't know what to make of that. But it was the reality. I just couldn't fathom why she would do it. Had I been a bad mother?

I chose my moment carefully toward the end of the week. Ben was working late and Jade had come home with no intent other than to lounge around. She was lying on the sofa listening to music when I approached her.

She hadn't a care in the world. She just lay there with her bare legs kicking in the air. For a moment I saw the image of her in the club again. How those legs had been used to entice watching strangers. I felt a little sick.

"Jade."

Her eyes flicked to look up at me. She still seemed so innocent. So sweet. A young woman, but still my Angel.

"I know what you did."

I couldn't kid myself. This hadn't been a one-off.

"I know what... you do."

She pulled her earbuds away and stared at me. She didn't give a thing away directly, but I saw the flicker of heat in her cheeks. I could almost feel the drop that had just hit her stomach. But I still think it was an internal guilt. Not a genuine realisation that I really did know.

"What do you mean?"

"I followed you. Not on purpose but...

I saw you in... that place."

She sat up sharply.

"Mum? You did what?"

"I saw you out and I saw where you went. I followed you in. I saw."

Her cheeks were crimson now. Anger filled her eyes and took charge of her face.

"It's my life."

She launched herself from the chair and headed for the stairs. I rushed after her, stopping at the first hold of the handrail.

"Jade. I just want you to be safe. Not..."

She turned on me.

"Not what?

You think I'm a slut? A whore? Is that it? You think I should get myself a nice boy and settle down?

I don't take money. I just go there for fun."

"I..."

"No mum. I don't want a fucking marriage where I wait on a husband morning, noon and night. I don't want to be a fucking nothing housewife like you, a boring shag once a week.

That's not what I want and it isn't who I'm going to be. Not for you. Not for anyone."

She ran up the stairs to escape me as I stood letting the truth of those words sink in. I was a nothing housewife and a boring shag.

I was forty-six. A mother. What was I supposed to be? Like Janet? Should I be lusting after young men who sent me pictures of their cocks to judge?

Ben proved her right that night. When he began his pathetic mating ritual I responded by throwing the covers back and going for his cock. I knelt over him and fondled his balls as I licked his shaft and smooth crown. I kissed it and rubbed my lips over it. I took the tip in my mouth and played with my tongue swirling around it.

I was on my knees trying to take my time on his cock, swaying my bum for his eyes to look down on as I pleasured his cock. He did show some increased interest. He rubbed his hand over my bum before squeezing a tit where it hung beneath me. But he didn't wake from his sexual slumber and ravage me how I hoped.

I wanted something exciting. I wanted him to bend me over the dressing table or press me to the wall. I'd even have let him put it in my arse if he'd asked, and I really hadn't taken to that on that the few times we'd tried it when we were first together.

I was horny. Desperate to fuck with a renewed energy. I wanted some spontaneity and passion. I got neither.

It seemed all Ben wanted to do was lay me face down and pump himself empty in my hole. I succumbed and let him enter me from behind as I lay prone with my legs apart. It was such a disappointment I didn't even cum.

Perhaps Jade was right. Perhaps I had become a boring fuck.

Or was it Ben who was the boring one? I had at least tried.

I didn't see Jade again until the next morning. She came slinking down shortly after Ben went off to play golf. She looked sheepish.

"Have you told dad?"

"No," I said quietly.

I didn't want to argue I didn't want to drive her away.

"Are you going to?"

I shook my head.

"No. I can't do that to him."

Jade looked at the floor.

"Thanks."

"Are you going to stop?"

For a moment she kept looking down. Then the defiance returned.

"No."

I nodded in acceptance that there was nothing I could do to prevent her from returning to that place. At least she was talking. I'd go with that. Arguing would only drive her away and god knows what she would do if she had to fend for herself. She didn't take money. I took comfort in that. I could tell myself she wasn't a prostitute. But if she moved out and struggled, refused to speak to us? What then?

I sighed.

"How did you find such a place?"

"Some friends from college took me there. We just used to go and watch. Then we dared each other to take part and... well, some of us did for a laugh. I just kept going."

"How long have you been doing it?"

"A couple of years."

Jesus fuck. How many strangers had touched her in that time? How many more had seen her naked? Doing... things? It didn't bear thinking about.

"What about the others? Do they still do this?"

"One of the lads still takes part. Sarah got a boyfriend and wants to pretend like she's all innocent. The others are away at uni so... "

Young people. Encouraging one another to go one step further into the outrageous.

"I get the dare. I suppose.

But why? Why do you do it now?"

She shrugged.

"I told you. It's fun."

"Can't you just... get a boyfriend?"

"I don't want a boyfriend. I can't be doing with all that shit. This is just... an easy way to get a shag. Uncomplicated."

"Being watched is easy? Uncomplicated?"

I didn't understand that at all.

"Voyeurism. Just adds to the thrill."

Now I was shocked. I couldn't imagine anything worse than someone seeing me doing it. Seeing all my bits wobble. I hadn't even gone topless on a beach holiday since I was twenty-five.

"You find that thrilling?"

Jade finally sat down.

"I'm not your generation. We're not hung up like you. Sex is just... sex. Everyone shags everyone. No one cares who sees. Go to a rave. Or any party where it's young people. At New Year, Connie did it on the stairs with people stepping over her. Then she did it again with someone else in the bedroom and people were looking in. I've got a clip on my phone somewhere.

She wasn't the only one."

She took a breath and looked down at the floor.

"Doing it at the club is just... it's easy. Safe. And like I said. I get a thrill out of it."

She met my gaze.

"I'm not a prostitute if that's what you're thinking. No one is paying to fuck me.

You should be glad I didn't go to uni. Half the girls there are selling themselves or making porn. Almost everyone I know has an Onlyfans account. The girls anyway. And the lads are providing the cock. It's how they pay their way.

Think about that. Magistrates, doctors and nurses. The people you look up to as fine upstanding members of society. You'd be surprised how many have been selling their pussy. But... I'm just doing it for fun. To get off safely, with no strings."

I wasn't sure that was better.

"It won't be forever." She said.

"It's just a phase. Then I'll... probably be like you."

"A nothing housewife and a boring shag, you mean?"

"Yeah. Sorry about that. It wasn't what I meant."

It was true though. I was a boring shag. Or Ben was. Perhaps both of us. It was what twenty-five years of marriage did. The same person night after night. It became habit. Relief for an itch and little more.

I nodded.

"I don't pretend I understand.

Just be safe."

"I will mum. And thanks for not telling Dad."

What else could I say?

We didn't mention it again and the weeks passed. I kept her secret. That was the easy part. I didn't want anyone, especially not her father to know what she was doing. What was hard was seeing her every day, seeing her happily going to work or sitting at the dinner table discussing normal things while knowing she displayed herself doing such a private thing with random strangers.

The following month she went out again. I knew she'd gone to that awful club. I knew what she was doing with those strange men. Poor Ben was oblivious as he sat watching some childish movie. It was me who carried the burden of knowing our daughter had become embroiled in performing for some wretched live version of Pornhub.

It maddened me. But it also had another effect. I was so fucking horny with images of young cock in my head. I looked at Ben considering whether I should try and entice him to remember his youth again. I decided it'd be as pointless as before.

I glanced at the TV in time to see the aliens blow up the White House. Ben had seen this movie a hundred times, and it still elicited a level of excitement I could only dream of generating in him.

"I'm going to take a bath while you watch this rubbish."

And there it was. The halfhearted nod of a man who hadn't even registered that his wife was off for a wank. He took me for granted.

The water was warm and comforting as I sunk into it. My god I was horny. I started by lifting the water over my tits, using it for lubrication as my hands drifted over them, agitating my already excited nipples.

Saturday night. I knew what Jade would be doing. I also knew Janet would be somewhere bouncing on a stranger's cock. I was the one feeling lonely. Unwanted and disappointed.

It was only my hands on my flesh but it still felt nice to stroke my arms and legs and rub circles over my belly as I inched closer to the source of my fire.

Vaginas are like tits and jowls. Everything gets a little loser and saggier with age. I was quite proud that I'd mostly avoided the ravages of time so far. My tits were where they were supposed to be. And my pussy was still neat and tight. The realisation that the inevitable was edging closer with each day just made my frustration even greater. The thought that soon no one would want to shag me hurt. Even if it was only Ben's unenthusiastic efforts that I had to look forward to. Soon, I wouldn't even have that.

My thoughts turned back to those scenes in the club. Ignoring that Jade was the subject, it excited me to remember those young men. Hot, taut bodies full of the vigours of youth. Two hard cocks eager to seek out pussy.

I fingered mine, spreading it and teasing where it was most sensitive.

"Huh."

How wonderful would it be to just once have some handsome youth press his big hard cock into me like some porn star who would ride him until he squirted his seed all over me?

"Uhh."

I massaged the flesh concealing my clit. A gentle teasing rub that had me squirming, making my bum squeak against the base of the tub.

What if I only watched? What if that woman who had so obviously liked me did the touching?

"Oh fuck."

I lifted a leg and let it balance on the edge of the bath. Then the other one. I slipped down and my head went back into the water until only my face remained dry.

"Huh."

I finger fucked myself like crazy, imagining I was being watched by tens of eyes.

"Fuck."

I groaned a little too loud but didn't stop. Fingers went in and out of me. Others span over my clit, pressing to reach a plateau where I held my breath. Just for a moment. Just until that hit arrived.

"Uh."

I jolted, splashing water over the side as the ecstasy raced up my spine. I came stronger than I had in ages.

I lay in the water for a while after, running fantasies I'd never live through my head. Imagining the softness of a spent cock being gently sucked in my mouth as I eased down.

I was horrified at what Jade was doing. And I was so fucking jealous of the happiness it seemed to be bringing her. Even Janet's solution seemed less unattractive.

Ben was snoozing when I returned. He bounced upright at hearing me, jolted from that never-land between wake and sleep.

"Fancy some cheese on toast? A snack before bed?"

It wasn't what I had in mind for a bedtime snack but it was the best on offer.

"Just one slice. There's some Tiger loaf in the cupboard behind the sliced. Use that."

I watched him heading toward the kitchen as I flicked the TV off. He was still a good-looking man. And he was a good husband generally he worked hard and helped in the house. On the whole, he was everything our friends saw. A family man who provided for and loved his family.

It was just that his vigour had waned. He was two years older than me. Two years closer to fifty. I had to accept that he wouldn't ever have the overwhelming obsession with fucking me that had once consumed his every waking thought.

I had sex with Ben again the following week. The usual fuck with little adventure. What was different was that his touch was waking me to the fact that Jade's behaviour had made me madly horny.

"Remember when we were first together? When we did it all night?"

I was rubbing myself against him, fondling his soft cock. I had a leg lifted over him so that my pussy rubbed over his hairy thigh to excite me.

"You couldn't keep your hands off my tits back then."

I'd almost forgotten how nice it was to have my tits played with.

"We were young then. It was all new and exciting."

"It still could be."

I dipped under the covers and put his cock in my mouth. I used to like feeling it grow and harden on my tongue. I wanted that again.

Ben had other ideas. He pushed me away and pressed me to the bed. A moment later he was between my legs putting it inside me. I looked away as he pumped my hole. No foreplay. No fondling my tits. Not even a meaningful kiss. Just heavy breathing and a few grunts.

He took what he wanted, told me he loved me without any enthusiasm and rolled away. I was left high and dry. Another night I'd struggle to sleep. Was I such a boring shag? I'd tried.

I lay for ages trying to sleep, plagued by images of two young men providing what Ben hadn't.

"Do you know the boys?"

Jade looked up. She had probably hoped this conversation wouldn't return, but I was curious.

"No. Not really. I mean, I've seen some of them about and we've said hello. They mostly went to my school or college. They're not my friends.

Although there's Ethan. He's the one who was in our gang and still goes there."

"Have you.... With him?"

"A couple of times.

He's good at..."

She coloured up and smirked.

"He's good with his mouth."

She looked straight at me, looking for the shock on my face. Strangely, there wasn't any. Perhaps a little disappointment that I wasn't enjoying that pleasure any longer.

"And they always use protection?"

"Yes, mum. It's a club where the members have fun. Some of us provide the entertainment. A little inspiration. The guests shag when we've made them horny. It isn't a baby-making factory."

"So it's a swingers club?"

She shrugged.

"Kinda. I suppose.

There's rooms upstairs. It gets busy after we've done our bit."

I feared to ask.

"Do you ever... go to those rooms?"

"I don't join in any orgies if that's what you mean. But yeah. I've used a room a couple of times. When I've just gone to watch with someone."

"Who?"

"Just... lads. Mostly."

She saw me staring as I processed the lack of any commitment. Though given what she was doing as a performer, I don't know why I would have expected any.

Wait. Mostly?

"Mum. It's just shagging. Sometimes it's nice to do it privately and sometimes I like to... show off. But at the end of the day, it's about getting my pussy fucked. You must remember what that's like?"

Vaguely. I bit my tongue before I said it out loud.

Saturday came around again. A whole two months since I'd discovered Jade's secret.

I looked at Ben sitting in his armchair. This was marriage. Twenty-five years of it. I was fast coming up on fifty. Very soon what remained of my looks would fade, lost to the hot flushes of menopause and drying skin. Everything would hang. Pussy lips looking like sheets on the line. I'd become a little old lady just like my mother.

It was a frightening thought to someone like me who took pride in her appearance and felt thrilled at the thought men still lusted after me. But what had I done with that gift? Twenty-five years of being wed to a man who had long ago lost any interest in seeing or touching my body.

Sex was an occasional event. Something played out in nothing but the missionary position merely to ease an annoying ache and frustration. More often than not, to ease his frustration, while I was left with more of it. It'd been like that for over ten years. Probably, the rot had set in well before that. I'd just accepted it as a normal part of ageing.

Jade came through to snatch up her phone. She looked just how I had at her age. Shapely, with a clear complexion. Beautiful by any measure. I could understand how those men wanted her.

As I looked at her legs and the swell of her breasts, I saw how a man like Ben could sweep her off her feet and wrap her in the illusion of comfort. The trappings of a marriage just like mine, destined to decline into the mediocre. I suddenly envied her total disregard for convention and I craved a little of the excitement she was experiencing.

Jade looked up and smiled seeing me staring. It wasn't her usual warm smile. It was nervous. I knew what she was going to say before she said a word.

"I'm going out in a bit. Don't wait up."

She said it firmly. A determined statement that said she intended to go ahead with her intentions no matter what I said. But fearful I might say something.

I trembled at the thought of what she would be doing. Fearful and also turned on by it. I looked back to Ben as she rushed upstairs.

"There's a movie on later."

Ben only halfheartedly acknowledged me.

"It's recording."

I nodded slowly, accepting that he saw me as a fixture and fitting. I wouldn't be getting anything from him tonight. Not even a quick pumping to empty his balls before he fell asleep.

I didn't want that. I didn't want to be the boring fuck any more. My best friend was divorced and picking up strangers on the internet. My daughter was getting her kicks as an exhibitionist. I might disapprove, but they were happy. What was I? Frustrated and miserable if the truth be told.

Fuck. I couldn't go on like that. I made a decision. A mad, crazy decision.

"I'm going round to see Janet. Is that okay? She's been down since the divorce."

No, she hadn't. Janet was having the time of her life finding fuck buddies on Tinder. And I was bloody jealous.

"I promised I'd go and talk to her."

"Yeah. That's fine."

Nothing. No interest in me at all.

"I might be late."

"No prob. Want me to pick you up?"

"No. I'll get a taxi."

"Okay."

Somewhere, deep inside me, something had changed. Everything I thought I was, had suddenly flipped on end. I followed Jade upstairs.

"Mum?"

She was in the middle of changing. as I knocked and slipped into her room. I think she expected me to try and talk her out of going.

I looked down at her legs, imagining some unknown young man whose name she would never know lying between them in a few hours. I felt horny at the thought. Jealous.

"Tell me about that club again."

"Oh, mum. Please don't make a fuss."

"I'm not. I'm just... interested."

Jade swapped her tops and I saw her tits sway before a baggy pullover dropped to cover them. What I saw even more was a stranger's hands on them. The eager kiss of hungry lips on her little pink nipples. I felt the tingle of want in my body. The need to have my nipples squeezed.

"It's safe. There's people to look after us."

"Is it just young girls? Like you?"

My voice shook.

"No. There's more older ones than there is my age."

She smirked at me.

"Bored middle-aged women who have lost their inhibitions and just want a good time. Mothers who everyone wants to fuck. It's a thing."

My groin ached. A growing irritation that demanded I gave it something more than Ben's disinterested cock.

I shuddered at what I was thinking. It just made the frustration worse.

I blurted it out.

"Take me with you tonight."

She stared in disbelief. I was disbelieving as well. Hearing me ask that was a shock to both of us.

"You know where I'm going, right? What I'm going to do?"

My lips trembled.

"Yes. And I want to come with you."

"But dad..."

"Your dad isn't interested in me. Not any more.

You said yourself that I was a nothing housewife with no life. I don't want to be the boring shag any more."

"I didn't mean...

That came across wrong. Sorry."

"But it's true. I am. And... I don't want to be.

I want... I want fucking. I want fucking by someone who wants to fuck me."

Jade stared at me. I thought for a moment I'd made a mistake. That she would be disgusted at me, at her mother wanting to do such a thing.

"Mum. You do understand what you'll be doing if you come along. It's not something you can go back on. You have to live with it. And you have to lie to Dad. To everyone."

She picked up some baggy jeans and dropped her panties. I saw her most private of places as she bent to put her feet in the denim. Private, but not for long.

"I know and I don't care."

I spoke firmly. With a purpose.

"I want to feel... what you feel. I want to feel alive."

I was almost pleading with her as she looked me up and down. A silent plea that resided in my eyes.

"Please. Will you take me and.. speak to whoever you have to?"

Christ. I was asking my own child to help me cheat. More than cheat. To behave like a slut. But then I was already keeping her secret. I trusted she'd keep mine.

Jade looked suddenly mature as she held my gaze.

"You want to do this?"

"Yes."

She regarded me for a minute, her eyes searching me out for any sign of doubt. I could see them moving in their sockets as she watched for any telltale sign I would crumble and come to my senses.

"Okay. Get changed. Something casual and easy to take off. Nothing too tight. No underwear. It leaves indents on the skin that take an age to fade.

You're hot for fifty so..."

"I'm forty-six. Not fifty."

"You're a MILF.

Fuck. You'll probably be more popular than me.

Christ almighty. I can't believe I'm taking my mum to a shag feast."

I wasn't a porn watcher. My life was sheltered. I showed my ignorance.

"What does MILF mean?"

Jade laughed. A big belly laugh.

"Jesus fuck mum. You want to come with me but you don't even know what a MILF is?"

"No. I don't. Not properly."

"Haven't you ever watched American Pie?"

I shook my head.

Jade cleared her throat.

"It means... mother I'd like to fuck."

"Oh.

Me?"

"Oh my god. You've no idea how hot you are, have you?"

I'd expected some mafia kingpin in an office surrounded by heavies. It wasn't like that at all. It was a lady who ran the club. A little older than me. A little chubbier, but still well-presented. And she was business savvy.

"Nice."

She said circling me.

"Good tits."

I flushed but held my ground. I felt like a pony being assessed for its potential in a riding school. Appropriate I suppose. To be ridden was exactly what I craved.

"Ever done anything like this before?"

"No. Never."

The shake in my voice was sufficient testimony to the truth of that.

"And you're confident you can?"

Was I fuck. I was a nervous wreck held in the grip of some inexplicable madness. I couldn't admit that though. This woman was judging me. Questioning whether I would embarrass her by screaming and running.

"Yes," I said with far more confidence than I felt.

"Okay.

I can schedule you for next month."

I felt my stomach drop. Jade spoke up again.

"Can't you do anything for tonight?"

"I'd love to. Your friend is going to be popular. MILFs are always popular. But I just don't have a free slot."

Jade didn't give up.

"It's okay. She can perform with me."

The lady looked me over again, seemingly pleased with that idea.

"Okay. That'll please the audience. Go get ready. You're in slot two tonight... no. Make that slot four. Prime time. Two of you. That's going to be very popular. It'll get the blood pumping in all those randy guests."

I let Jade pull me along to a changing room as the full horror of the conversation hit me.

"Together?

What did she mean together?"

Jade turned to face me.

"Yeah. Together."

"I'm your mother."

"It's okay. It's just a bit of kissing and fondling. I've done it before. We're here for the cock. Not each other."

I stuttered.

"It's... it's....

You've done it before? Not with me you haven't."

"Oh loosen up. You wanted to come along and I've got you in. Okay. It's a little weird with my mother, but it'll be fun."

She laughed.

"You're always saying we should do something together and bond more. Here's your chance."

"I didn't fucking mean have sex together. In public."

The way she stood and frowned at me, I thought our roles had reversed. Suddenly I was the child and she was the disapproving adult.

"You wanted to be here. Remember. And be honest. Could you go out there without someone holding your hand the first time?"

I hadn't thought about that. I'd been so caught up in the idea of doing something exciting and experiencing sex that didn't leave me wanting, I hadn't thought about how hard this would be. My voice was almost silent when I answered.

"No."

"This is probably better.

My first time was with Amy."

"Amy? The sweet thing with red hair? The one you used to go to school with?"

"Yep. One and the same. It was her first time as well. But at least we'd... you know. Just a couple of times. So it wasn't new."

I was shocked at learning more about my daughter's private life.

"You and her are lesbians?

Christ. I know her parents."

Jade was laughing at me.

"Oh for fuck sake Mother. No. We just messed around. It was fun and we got off. That doesn't mean we don't like cock. But it's not always available when you need it. And pussy does make a nice alternative when you're horny. You should try it. Just not mine. That would be too weird. Even for me."

Jade pulled her top off and I saw her tits again. She had no shame and just stood there in front of me. It was a test. A final push to see if I had the balls to do it. I swallowed.

"Don't cover yourself when the lights go up." She said firmly.

"Follow my lead. Relax, that'll be hard at first. Look at me. Don't fixate on the audience."

"What about the men? Who are they?"

"College students mostly. Eighteen to twenty-one. They're just here for the same reason we are. A bit of fun that pushes the boundaries."

"Oh fuck.

They're not going to want to..."

"Shag a mother?

You have to be joking. The older woman? It's their fucking dream. Trust me, you'll get more cock out there than I will."

I was shaking.

"Now get your togs off. It'll be a while before we're called, but it'll give you time to get used to being naked. And any clothing marks will fade. You want to look good don't you?"

Jade pulled the rest of her clothes off and folded them up. Then she stood in front of me naked.

"Come on."

I'd never seen Jade fully naked, not properly, other than that first night here. Not since she was a child. And I was staring. She looked amazing. Very much how I did. Except everything was firmer. I felt old.

She grew impatient with me.

"Come on. We haven't got all night. Let me help you."

The next thing I knew, she was pulling my top over my head.

"Wow, mum. Great tits."

"You think so?"

It felt good to be complimented. Ben never said anything nice.

"Fuck yeah. Still nice and firm."

I flinched as she quickly gave one a cheeky squeeze.

"Oh yeah. Fucking amazing.

Now let's see the rest of you."

I took my own jeans off. Dropping my panties was a little harder and I did try to cover myself. Jade grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands away to look down at me.

"And a nice pussy.

And you wax. That's great."

She spun me around and slapped my arse.

"Jade."

"Be proud of yourself. You've still got a great body. Hope I look like you when I get to fifty."

"Forty-six." I insisted again.

"I'm teasing.

Now come and sit with me while we wait. Get used to touching me."

"What do you mean touching? I thought we'd just kiss or something."

"We will. But it's gotta look like we're into each other."

She sat across my lap as I sunk into a chair.

"Like this."

"Oh my god."

Jade put her lips to my nipple and gently sucked it.

"Don't worry. I won't lick you downstairs or anything. Though I might put my hand down there. It's gotta look good. Natural."

I started to think this was not a good idea.

"Can't I just... with one of the men?"

"We're going out as a team. It's just an act."

"You're my daughter."

"No one out there knows that. We're just two girls and they'll expect a bit of a show from us first. Christ, if they did know you were my mum, they'd probably expect a lot more. They'd go wild for a bit of incest."

I couldn't see much as we went out. Jade held my hand and slipped us through the bar to that giant bed. Holy fuck, there were people around, just inches from me, and I was naked. I felt an adrenaline rush that had me shaking. I'd never done more than a bit of topless sunbathing in Spain in my youth. I hadn't been entirely comfortable with that.

I liked the dark but I knew it was a temporary thing. In a few moments, I'd be highlighted. A performer to be ogled by the eager crowd surrounding us as I touched my daughter. And then...

Oh god.

"Relax," Jade whispered.

She could sense the tension in me.

"Just do what I do. They'll leave us to play for a few minutes coz... two girls is hot. Then you'll get what you came for. We both will."

The lights went up as soon as she stopped speaking.

Jade swept her arm around me immediately and pulled me in. I think it was to stop me from fixating on the crowd. It worked. Having her lips on mine was enough to take my horror elsewhere. My daughter kissing me, stroking my arms, and rubbing her leg against mine. And even more frightening than being seen, it was nice. Instantly arousing.

When her hand cupped my tit...

"Uhhh."

I dropped back, laying as she caressed my thighs and suckled my tits. She lay over me, rubbing her naked body against mine. I didn't know what to do except let her. All around us, I could see people standing in the shadows. Eyes on us that both embarrassed me beyond comprehension and made me so fucking horny.

As scary as it was to be naked, it was also the greatest thrill I'd ever felt.

"Uhhh."

Jade briefly brushed a palm over my pussy and I suddenly became aware of my wetness. A sudden gush of fluids that leaked onto her fingers. I turned my face to her. It was etched in shock and terror. Jade just kissed me again and lifted my hand to her tit as she sucked her fingers.

"Tastes nice."

I reacted with instinct, caressing her flesh, squeezing her nipple. Oh god. I was comparing.

Jade rubbed herself against me. Bare flesh to bare flesh and I couldn't help but respond. I was writhing under her. Moaning with a need. I couldn't help but wrap my thighs around her leg and press my pussy to her flesh to ease the unbearable ache that resided in it. It was instinct. A response to a primitive hunger that had been subdued and denied for so many years. I couldn't resist.

"Huh"

We rolled and I found myself on top, my arse exposed for everyone to look at. At that moment I understood what she meant about the thrill. I wanted them to see me. To see that I was still a sexual creature. I sat up, across her groin and moaned with delight when she took hold of my tits, rubbing and kneading them so expertly. So much better than her father ever managed.

I felt the bed moving and turned my head to see who was joining us. Two men. So young and fresh. They were no older than Jade. I couldn't remember when Ben's body had looked so virile. Perhaps never. One was already closing on me. He was athletic. Slender, but defined. I saw his cock and became possessed.

"Oh my god."

It was so big and hard. I took hold of it. So hot. He knelt next to me as I caressed his meat. It felt like silk. I slid my hand over his crown delighting at the sticky residue already oozing onto my fingers. Then I moved down to fondle his balls.

"Oh fuck."

He groaned and twitched at my touch and it felt incredible that I could arouse such a young man. I let him kiss me before becoming engrossed with a desire to have his cock. I guided him down and moved to put my face on his belly where I couldn't help but see it jerking and twitching. So youthful. So full of promise.

I did it. I sucked his cock with an audience. And it felt glorious. He smelt wonderful when I breathed in his musk. A beautiful manly smell. That I didn't know his name and would probably never see him again was irrelevant. It was sex and that was all that mattered.

I thought of Janet with her Tinder conquests. Was it any different? Not in my mind.

When I came up for air, he took charge, rolling to push me down, intent on doing what Ben hadn't done in over two years.

"Huh."

I was in shock as he ate me out. A masterful mouthing of my pussy. He kissed and licked it. His fingers pressed my thighs wide and peeled my delicate flesh aside like the petals of a flower. I felt young again. And wanted.

"Uh. Oh my god."

His tongue was in me, moving. I was in heaven. I gripped a hand that held mine and saw Jade. She was face down with her arse in the air. A head was at her crack from behind, delivering a similar experience to her. I could see the joy in her eyes. A natural, basic pleasure she just freely allowed to wash over her.

"Oh fuck."

My clit was jumping as the lad's tongue circled and flicked at it. A finger diligently rubbed around the neck of my hole before softly fucking me.

"Uhh."

I felt beautiful. I desired the eyes on me. I wanted all these people to see me in my ecstasy and to know how much I was enjoying having my body teased toward oblivion. I let him take his fill of me, to feel my flesh and taste my juice.

"Uhh."

I chose how he delivered it. I got on all fours as he put a condom on. I wanted the deep powerful penetration that would come with that position. And I wanted to look out at the crowd as he fucked me from behind with my tits swinging freely beneath me.

"Uh. Uh. Uh."

I stared at the watching faces as he penetrated me over and over. I saw only admiring looks. People, men and women, aroused by seeing me. I wanted them to look at me. I wanted those eyes on my tits swinging from my chest, on my arse as it rippled under the impact of this young man. I wanted them to see the pleasure on my face. I bounced back on that wonderful cock, performing for the onlookers.

"Oh god."

I couldn't see them as easily as I had when I'd been a spectator. They were in shadows while I glowed under bright lights. But I knew they were excited by watching me. I knew they were touching one another. Whether they did it right there or sneaked off to another room, I knew they would be fucking with thoughts of me in their heads. It made me so hot to think about it. I wondered if that woman was amongst them. If she was thinking about touching me again.

"Uh. Huh. Uh."

Jade was on her back next to me giving equal entertainment. Her man had her legs up as he hammered into her pussy. She looked so beautiful lying there, helpless under his attack. A creature of desire and lust. A servant for the cock inside her. She was groaning, making sounds only a woman can make. A verbal display of absolute ecstasy.

"Huh. Fuck."

I was so close. But it was Jade that tipped me over the edge. Her hand stretched up, going under me to rub my clit.

"Fuck."

Her fingers pressed and circled right over my clit and I came on the cock that filled my pussy.

"Oh fuck. Fuck."

I collapsed forward gasping as his cum was splattered over my arse.

Next to me, Jade came just as strongly. She cried out.

"Oh my fucking god."

I watched, fascinated by the abandonment on her face. The look of sheer joy. I was watching my daughter cum.

The young man pulled out and I was treated to the close-up sight of him pumping his cock. He painted my daughter's face with his cum and she giggled excitedly before taking him in her mouth to lick him free of any residue.

I had assumed it was over. That my moment in the spotlight was at an end. Instead, I found that young men had stamina. They moved to swap positions and fresh cock waited for my attention. He was a bigger build than the first. Muscular. His cock shorter, but thicker. Different but just as alluring.

I lifted myself and let him put it in my mouth. Fresh cum coated and flavoured it. I savoured it, enjoying the feel of his crown sliding back and forth on my tongue. It felt incredible to have a new cock between my lips. To ride his shaft and know I was giving him such joy.

This time he fucked me on my back. I had my legs up over his back, lifted high so that everyone could see his sheathed cock entering me.

"Oh god."

Again and again, deeper, harder. He gripped my thigh, pushing my leg even higher and he rubbed at my cervix.

"Jesus fuck."

I screamed my pleasure.

Jade's hot sweaty face appeared over me. She was gasping as her man delivered her joy. I could see him over her. Behind her. He had hold of her hips, pulling her back into his cock with an increasing urgency.

Jade lowered her head to suck on my nipple. I put my hand under her and felt her tit. I let it dance against my palm.

"Fuck."

I came again. This time the young man followed through, filling my pussy with even more warmth before collapsing at my side. I heard Jade whimper and scream and I knew she was at her peak, orgasming in the wonderful cock impaling her.

The lights dimmed and faded to nothing as she finished. It was over. But the sheer feeling of absolute joy that filled me remained.

I felt only pride when I stepped from our stage and walked between our audience. It was darker but not so that I couldn't see the eyes on me. A final thrill of being seen naked. Of having strangers see my sodden pussy and the gentle bounce of my tits.

Jade looped my arm as we stepped out into the night air. I felt so good about myself. Like a teenager who had just shagged her new boyfriend on the back seat of his car. That was a long-forgotten memory and one I'd experienced far less than I wished I had. Ben had been an early find. Only the third man I'd slept with. And the last until tonight.

"Well. Now you know what it is I do for sex. And the thrill I get from it. So what's your thoughts?"

I considered that for a moment. What I'd done would be considered horrendous by all those people who were normal. Innocents like me who only had sex with their husbands. Boring sex. But thanks to my adventurous daughter, I wasn't normal anymore. I was free. A sexual creature who had discovered that I wasn't boring. That I was still beautiful and an object to be desired.

I couldn't imagine the label I'd wear if anyone knew. And Ben would divorce me in an instant. But I felt exhilarated. Like someone had opened my eyes and shared the secrets of the universe with me.

"It was incredible," I said eventually.

"But you can never tell anyone. Especially not your father."

"Oh, mother. Do you think I want to come from a broken home?"

She sniggered.

"Our secret. Our fun."

She squeezed my arm.

"And... I should admit, it was kinda special... with you."

"That was the thing I found hardest. At first. I've never..."

"Been with a girl?"

"No. I've never even thought about it before."

"Not even a fantasy?"

"No. Never."

"You should try it. Properly. It's fun."

I gave in and admitted the truth. Could there be any point in pretending I was any less of a slut than my daughter when she'd seen me in the throes of orgasm she'd been partly involved in generating?

"I think I'd like to."

I wondered about Janet. She was discovering new territory and finding it exciting. Would she be willing to experiment in ways she hadn't thought of?

"And you'll come back?" Jade prompted me.

I glanced back at the amazing place we'd just left.

"Fuck yeah."

I felt her body tremble as she laughed to herself.

"Wanna do something else crazy?"

What could be as crazy as what I'd just done?

"What?"

She sniggered again.

"There's an all-night bar around the corner. You have to know the landlord to get in out of hours. Fortunately, I do and..."

I could feel that swell of excitement rising again.

"And what?"

"You can get a free drink if you're daring."

"How daring."

"If you suck off a dildo on the bar for five minutes then finish by flashing your tits, you win a free round."

She was tugging my arm and laughing manically at my shock.

"Are you feeling daring enough?"

Holy fuck. What was my daughter turning me into? Could I?

"What the hell. I need a drink."

Jade giggled.

"Come on. You can go first. Show off your revived talents."