Claire and Catherine Pt. 03

A few weeks have passed since the previous chapter. Mom and I had spent a few days in Sète, in the south of France. We were hoping to take advantage of the early summer days to help my mother rebuild her life. She was divorcing my father, and it was an extremely painful experience for her. She had married him at a young age and never really had an adult life on her own. She had recently shared with me her concerns about her sexuality, or rather its absence. And since I have some experience in that domain, as she discovered by accident, she asked me to help her regain control over her sex life. She wanted to be the sole owner of her sex life, independent from my father or anyone else. She needed to learn how to enjoy sex, whenever she wanted, wherever she wanted. It may seem frivolous to you, but for me it was a very serious responsibility.

At the end of the last chapter, we were still in Sète, just after the first sexual experience of my mother since she left Dad. We still had a few days to enjoy the sun and the beach. I pushed Mom to continue her effort to meet new people, and I could see her self-assurance growing slowly but surely. When we finally returned to Paris, she even had a few more trophies in her collection, so to speak. At first, she was scared to speak to men; by the end of our stay, she had slept with two women and one man. And I could not miss telling her that very few women have as much sex in their everyday life, let alone with different partners.

The contrast between before and after Sète was astonishing. Mom was much more confident; I was beginning to rediscover the strong and impressive woman she had always been. But there was still a lot of work in front of her, and she often had moments where her insecurities would make her burst into tears. Her healing process was slow and non-linear, and her frequent fallbacks left her strongly frustrated. Knowing what she had been capable of just a few days before was tough, but it was also a motivation for her. She was eager to relive these moments once again, and I had to find original ideas to stimulate her. In Sète, I was always staying next to her; now, despite her fallbacks, I wanted her to complete her challenges on her own. And I was not short on ideas.

Her very first challenge in this next phase happened immediately on the train that brought us back to Paris. We had hours to pass in the same train, with very few distractions since it was mid-week and mid-day. An almost empty train is a perfect playground to have some fun with limited risk. I asked my mom to visit the bar a few wagons away, and to hit on the first person to be alone. The same thing that I asked of her in Sète, but this time completely alone. She would tell me later that the bar was completely empty, except for the barista, who happened to be a very nice young man. So, she hit on him, he was happy to talk to her, and since nobody else was there to kill the mood, she went to the other side of the bar to provide a blow-job. After a few minutes, a couple disturbed them, so she had to stay hidden while the barista was trying to do his job. She was very proud of herself, as she showed me as proof the marks of semen on her shirt.

My mother had spent more than an hour with her barista, and I did not stay idle during that time. I was taking care of her full-time for a while at this point, my own sex life was on hold, and I was not going to waste a moment on my own. I had spotted a fifty-year-old man with a bald spot, a couple of rows in front of me, and I quickly made a move on him. He must have sensed my sexual pheromones since it only took me two minutes to be riding him. While he was kissing my tits, I was staring at a young couple at the other end of the wagon. I could see their excitement in their eyes, and they could see in my eyes that I would visit them as soon as I had finished with the bald man. He had stamina, but I was in charge, and I quickly made him fill the condom. I politely thanked him before joining the other couple. They were young adults; the boy was clearly excited but still had his trousers on, his girlfriend had already removed her pants and had her hand in her underwear.

It was a four-seat spot, so I sat in front of them, my legs spread wide. And just like before, very few words were spoken. I only needed to point my finger to command the girl to lay on the table and lick my pussy. She was happy to oblige. In that position, she was now offered to her boyfriend, who could not resist the temptation. I could see him shaking; he was terrified that someone might see us. I could not care less if I had viewers, but out of politeness, I hold my moans to a minimum. The girl was clearly the naughtiest in the couple, and she was doing wonders with her mouth on my pussy. I wish she had kept licking me for hours, but her boyfriend had ejaculated, and she preferred to stop. All I could do now was to regain my seat and masturbate until my mom returned.

Things settled down a little once we were back in Paris. Mom was now feeling strong enough to live on her own, and she decided to move to her own apartment. We were still living in the same neighborhood, so we could still see each other almost every day. I was still responsible for my mother's education, but I was extremely happy to get my freedom back. Being alone at last made me appreciate how much I had missed that. I suddenly realized that my long abstinence had been much more difficult than I thought. It was a tough moment, but thinking about my mom, who had suffered a much longer abstinence, was physically painful. I had to help with her fight for her sexuality, especially now that I realized how amazing the reward could be for her. It was the least I could do for the woman who gave birth to me.

From that point, I would send my mother challenges that she would have to complete on her own, with proof of her success whenever it was possible. Of course, she had no obligation to succeed in anything; she could even have dismissed the tasks I was giving her. It would have been stupid and counter-productive to force her or punish her. Same for the proof, it was entirely up to her; eventually, it was not even necessary, as I would have believed her. The point of asking for proof was to encourage her to be a bit more daring, certainly not to embarrass her. She would decide whether she accepted my challenges and how she would complete them. I remember that her first task was quite simple, in my opinion, I just asked her to take a picture of her in the nude, outside of her apartment. I had chosen my words carefully to keep them vague, and I would have been satisfied to receive a picture of her, bareback, in an empty field. The weird part in this was to ask my own mother to take nude pictures, I don't think that many daughters had ever been in my situation!

I was not expecting much for that first real task in solo; eventually, she did manage to surprise me, but not for the reason you would think. It was a picture taken in the hot evening of the Parisian summer; she had decided to take my challenge very seriously, which was clear from her outfit, a simple long coat covering her naked body. The street did not seem very crowded, but what surprised me was more the location where the picture was taken. It was right outside of her old cabinet, the exact same architecture cabinet she had founded years ago with Dad, the same she had left at the same time she had left him. In the foreground of the picture, the naked body of my mother, from her knees to her face. In the background, a man and a woman were leaving the cabinet, and the man looked like my father. The woman would be Regina Ricci, the woman my father had an affair with. The woman who pushed my mother out of her marriage. She was a talented and ambitious young woman hired by my mother, who had seen her potential. She used to be very fond of her until she discovered the affair. It was the first time I could see her face, and I was surprised that she looked much younger than I had imagined. Maybe even younger than me! Seeing that made me lose the few remaining bits of respect that I still had for my father.

That summer, she went through many challenges, and I can't make a complete list here. What I can say is that my mother managed most of them, and each success made her a little bit more confident. I could also notice that she was becoming more ambitious in her approaches; it was clear that she was enjoying those tasks very much. One challenge, though, proved to be particularly difficult for her. What I had asked of her was to find someone to have sex with, within the next two hours. At this point, she had already had sex with random men and women; what was new here was the limited time. But I failed to anticipate that she would be in a meeting with her lawyer and the team of lawyers representing my father, in preparation for the divorce. When she walked out of the meeting and finally read my text, she had almost no time left, and she was not in the mood. Eventually, she managed to find a guy in the underground parking lot, a courier who could not refuse Mom's offer, I imagine. Forty minutes after the deadline, I finally received a notification. The man was holding her phone and made a video of my mother, lying half-naked on the hood of a car. The dim light of the place was adding a layer of forbiddenness to the scene. It was obvious that nothing was planned in this, and I was getting anxious as the video was progressing. This was the first sex video of my mother that I would see, and it was not something I was looking forward to. By chance, she was looking at the camera, and the guy was mostly interested in filming his dick penetrating her. At the end, the man pulled of his penis, removed the condom and sprayed his sperm on my mother's chest. Even though it was disturbing for me to watch this, I had to consider the challenge completed, despite the time limit not being respected.

The challenge that really changed everything was the threesome challenge. She had been asked to discreetly film herself offering a threesome to random couples she would meet. Then again, I wanted to test her ability to step out of her comfort zone, since she had never been in a trio. Once again, it was up to her to decide whether her proposals would be serious or eccentric; in my mind, this was also an opportunity to have a lot of fun. Having a threesome was not even the point there; it was just asking people for one. And because I wanted to have fun too, I offered to do the challenge myself. I thought it would keep us busy for a few days, but we both enjoyed it so much that it persisted for several weeks. It was very difficult to find a couple of perfect strangers interested in having sex with some weird nympho, and most of the videos we were sending to each other were awkward. But most videos made us laugh, and sometimes we would even watch them together.

I was the first to have a threesome, but I chose to keep it to myself. First, because I had not filmed anything, but also because I had the feeling that it was somehow easier for me. I had met a gay couple at the swimming pool I used to go to, and they helped me when I had a small suit incident. They were very gallant with me, and easy to speak with. They were so nice that I invited them right away to have a drink at my apartment, and sex arrived naturally. It was not the first time for me to have sex with gay men; it was actually something I was really enjoying. Every experience I have had in my life with gay men was fantastic, and this one was fantastic as well. It may be a silly idea, but I was convinced that men who are willing to receive anal sex are better lovers, because they care more about the well-being of their partner. Maybe I was just lucky, but I have never felt pain when I had anal sex with a gay man.

And with those two men, it was an anal festival. My vagina would have been jealous if it wasn't for me some double-penetration here and there, mostly with my dildo. My new friends had no problem penetrating me on both sides; they did many times, but we all wanted to be in the middle of our erotic sandwich. The man pounding my ass was often having his own ass occupied. And if an ass happened to be in front of me, I would finger it or push my dildo inside, so I could be a butt-fucker too. I wish I had recorded our time together, because they gave me a great deal of pleasure. If I had, it would have been a long video; we did many breaks to refresh and to apologize to the neighbor for the noise. My poor neighbors had been enjoying some tranquility when I was hosting my mother, and I could not remain quiet much longer.

My mother also managed to have her own threesome, eventually. It was not exactly with a couple, but with a girl and her sugar daddy. She had met them in a women's clothing store where the man seemed out of place. He was probably thinking about his bank account that was being diluted into an ocean of pointless expenses. My mother was already filming them before she went to speak to them, and she knew who she would be talking to. The girl was in charge, and she was enjoying toying with the man. I imagine she wanted him to feel in danger of being replaced by a new sugar mommy. The whole thing took place in a vast changing room with a wooden door and many mirrors. Mom had placed her phone on a chair to keep on recording the scene; the frame was not ideal, but it was good enough to understand what was happening. The man was not really into it, barely active, maybe was he submissive to his mistress. But it appeared that the mistress was more in a sapphic mood on that day.

The man did penetrate the girl, and I could see in the video that it made her grin. She was certainly not in love with him, but she probably could not turn him down if she had made him spend a fortune on her. The girl was much happier when the man started to fuck Mom; she was cheering for him, caressing his hairy chest, his back too. She would massage his testicles, and I could see him blush every time she called him "Daddy". He may have been thirty years older than her. Finally, the man came quickly on Mom's belly, and that was the moment my mother decided to take control of the situation. She pushed away the man and grabbed the girl by the arm to make her clean the mess. She made her lie onto her, and locked her body against hers with her legs and arms. Once the semen was equally on both women, Mom released her and went sitting on her face, before leaning toward her pussy. Both women were quietly moaning under the tired eyes of the man. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door.

- Is everything all right, Miss? I thought I heard some noises.

- Everything is fine, Melanie, I'm taking care of Mademoiselle.

It was my mother answering the salesgirl; she had run into her earlier and remembered her name. Mom was completely in control now; she had tamed the girl and was about to make her please her some more, when the salesgirl went knocking on the door again.

- Can I come in, please? I would like to watch you.

She had said that with a tiny voice, she seemed very shy, but she had dared to ask to join them. The three people in the cabin looked at each other; the two women were having a very good time, but the man had had enough. Fed up with her mistress's behavior, he opened the door and left them for good, leaving the door open to let Melanie in. This is when the threesome started. The salesgirl sat in a corner, but the other two women would not let her stay idle. They quickly undressed her to reveal a stunning body, very far from what her shy appearance suggests. She had amazing tits, many tattoos, and her pussy seemed to have been professionally waxed. Also, when she went into action, I could sense how skilled she was with her tongue; both my mother and the girl were having a phenomenal time every time Melanie was pushing her mouth on their bodies. It was even the first time I was seeing my mother squirt, when the two girls teamed up to fuck her.

At this point in the story, my mother had sent me many intimate pictures and videos. And despite my crazy sex life, I couldn't get used to seeing her naked, or worst, being fucked. What I enjoyed, though, was seeing her genuinely happy, fulfilled. Her happiness was always the main objective, and in that regard, it was a total success. Nevertheless, I could see that her audacity and her bravery had reached levels I had not anticipated, and I was beginning to wonder how this would end.