Claire and Catherine Pt. 04

So far, my mother had managed to succeed in most of the challenges I was sending her, but she was still nervous every time she received one. Which was not surprising, given that she never had to put herself on the line like this before, it was only perfectly natural that she would feel apprehensive. But it was her choice to go through all these difficulties to regain control over her sexuality and to make herself a new life, far from Dad. The divorce was slowly getting ahead, and I could see that it was for her a ticking clock. She would refuse to show up in front of the judge as a fragile and fearful woman; she had to be fierce, strong, and confident. And in her mind, this change would come from her sex life, something she never had before outside of my father. And she had chosen me to be her teacher after she caught me in a moment of debauchery. Against all odds, this weird therapy was starting to show some results.

Mom got hooked on the game of challenges; she would always ask me for something new, despite being often confused and shy when she had to go through it. I was trying to increase the level of naughtiness every time she completed a task; even if it was just a little bit, I had to keep the game fresh and stimulating. It was often about making her do something that she wouldn't do by herself, make her strive out of her comfort zone, and at the end, she had to send me proof of her achievement. On my phone, I had dozens of pictures and videos that were very disturbing to me. For a sexual being like me, it was very difficult to separate the erotism of the content from the end goal of helping my mother. I told her many times that a real therapist would provide better treatment, because a part of me was genuinely concerned that inappropriate treatment may do more damage than good, even if that was her decision. In the end, she claimed that she had started seeing a therapist, who considered the game of challenges as "not problematic". Until the day she decided to take the initiative.

I received one night a notification on my phone; it was a message from my mother. I thought she wanted to meet for some reason, but instead it was a series of pictures. Enough pictures to tell a complete story. She had waited for me to have a day off to visit the bookshop where I work. She was wearing skimpy clothes, but nothing too extravagant for a hot summer day. What was surprising was that she wasn't wearing any underwear; she had taken pictures especially to reveal that point. The surprise wasn't that she was so lightly dressed; it was the implication that she would have taken the metro dressed like that; that's a risk! In the next pictures, I could see that she was browsing through several books while discreetly masturbating. She was probably not trying too hard to be subtle because she got caught by a customer who was offered a blowjob. As I was looking at the photographs, I was thinking of Victor, the young man who was replacing me that day; he was probably having a good time watching her through the surveillance camera. After the blowjob, I saw on the pictures that my mom had spitted the sperm in the inside of a book, that she bought right after. The last picture of the series would show my mother in a park, reading her book at the sperm-covered page; something in her eyes was telling me, "Your turn now".

I took me a few days to find a proper answer. I had spent an evening with Gloria, a good friend of mine who shares with me a taste for a hedonistic way of life. After a hot night, I suggested the idea to continue our games at the gym the next morning. Gloria is a good match for me. I like to play in public places, she prefers to create sexual situations and watch the outcome. I needed someone like that on my side for what I had in mind. I wanted her to film me with a hidden camera while I performed some exhibitionism. We went to a gym that had recently opened nearby, with a few toys in our bags. Gloria started filming as we entered the gym, and made our way to the lockers where I undressed completely in front of the other girls and inserted an egg in my vagina before putting a black legging on. It was an extremely tight pair of leggings that would make a beautiful impression on my pubis, especially since I had forgotten to wear any panties. As for my top, I had chosen a tight one that would push my breasts in a very sexy fashion, despite not having big tits. Overall, I was very happy with my looks.

We had not given much thought to the schedule; we just wanted to avoid the rush hour. Eventually, the place was half-full. I would have chosen a women-only session if I had been alone, but Gloria's company made me confident to face the stares of the men and women of the gym. I started with a very classic warm-up, flashing every now and then my boobs to my friends and her camera; it didn't take long to have some people watching me from afar. Then I moved on to the air bike until a bench would be available. I was lifting plates while sitting on the bench with my legs properly spread. I had to focus on my breathing, especially since Gloria was making the egg vibrate every time a coach would pass by. She could see my leggings getting wetter and wetter, despite my choice of dark leggings specifically to cover my excitement. Being wet in public is the main reason why I always dress in black when I'm at the gym! I was using every opportunity to masturbate quietly when nobody was watching me, but it wasn't easy, and I had more and more fans watching me. This was only turning me on more!

On her side, Gloria was also doing her workout; in this kind of place, it is unwise to stand by and watch people. She was mainly staring at me, of course, but her favorite thing was to watch the watchers. At one point, she took advantage of a moment of distraction on my behalf to cut my leggings, right between the legs. It was a tiny cut, but it would only get bigger as I continued my exercises, and my sex would become more and more visible. A woman offered me her towel to cover my private parts, but I politely declined, saying that I was not ashamed of my body. Of course, I was there for that, but I wasn't lying; I strongly believe that nudity should not be taboo. But that day, my pussy was glowing with excitement, and the bench I was on was not just soaked with my sweat.

Later in that session, I had taken my top off to squeeze it dry. I had tried to cover myself a bit while I was topless -- exhibitionism requires a certain level of privacy to remain fun -- but several pairs of eyes were still fixed on me and my boobs. I was enjoying it, especially when I was trying to make eye contact with my voyeurs, and they would all turn their heads away with embarrassment. All but one. One man was staring at me with the assurance of a man who knows the effect he has on women. I usually have nothing but spite for this kind of men, but at this moment I needed a dick. My level of arousal was extremely high after an hour of teasing and masturbating behind the backs of men and women who had no idea what was going on. Finally, I had found a man who would hold my gaze and just by glancing at each other, we agreed to get together in a hidden corner, concealed by machines, where we could fuck.

The man was surprised when he saw my friend Gloria following us, I briefly told him that she would be watching for us, and also that I wanted that slut to watch us. He did not know he was being filmed, but he looked happy to have an audience. He was very muscular and he immediately lifted me and turned me around until I was upside down with my head facing his dick and my legs on his shoulders. He used one hand to remove the remains of my legging, he used his teeth to remove the vibrating egg from my vagina, and finally he used his tongue to eat my soaking wet pussy. I had never been in such a position, and I could already feel the blood pressure pulsating into my veins. It did not take long for both of us to burst into each other's mouths. I was plainly satisfied with my day, so much that I didn't have to masturbate in the showers like I often do to relax after an intense workout. Later that day, I sent the video to my mother, hoping it would blow her mind.

I was much too naive to believe it would calm her newfound appetite; she proved it to me quite fast. She had been to a freeway service area, one of those areas where there is nothing to do but rest, but she had other intentions. She would start with the usual masturbation in her car, sufficiently undressed to attract the attention of some drivers. At first, the men would timidly come to ask if she needed any help, but realizing what was happening, they soon weren't shy anymore. My mother could have been scared with these men stroking their cocks at her door, but she opened her window to let them grope her. Then she opened the door and started sucking them one by one. When she was done, there was sperm all over Mom, and all over the passenger seat too. She had definitely turned a series of therapeutic challenges into a competition of sluts.

This new phase of our game continued until the very end of the summer; we would regularly send each other videos of our sexual achievements, each time more daring than the last. I remember having spent a full hour masturbating on the staircase of the building where I live in the middle of the night. I had gone out of my flat completely naked, just carrying a small bag with my keys, my phone, and some toys. I was very horny that night, and I quickly stopped caring when I would hear someone using the stairs. Two of my neighbors even had to jump over me to get through, one of them in particular took her time because she was enjoying the show. I had no idea that I had a dominatrix for a neighbor, and I enjoyed making her acquaintance for the rest of the night; that part I decided not to share with my mother. Or any of the later meetings I had with that woman.

Amongst the other achievements worthy of being told, I was shocked to receive a video of mother who had dressed like a whore. Literally like a whore because my constantly elegant mother was disguised as a prostitute and was walking along a road at night. There was not a lot of traffic, but enough for her to get some clients. I never asked her about this one, but I'm convinced that she was there for the thrill and that she would only get some advances that she could turn down. But she got caught up in her own game, and she ended up being paid do perform a few blowjobs. And not just blowjobs. I was deeply troubled to see my mother doing all that, accepting money for sex was grotesque, almost unbearable, but when she agreed to be sodomized, I had to stop the video. It was only the next day that I dared to watch the rest of the video, hopefully it was poorly framed and I could not see much. All I could see was that it happened on the side of the road, directly in the dirt like animals. I was relieved that it didn't last long.

I was speechless at my mother's bravery. I wanted to yell at her that she was going too far, but when I thought about it, it was entirely her decision. I never pushed her in that direction, and it was always the point to make her a woman who would be free to do whatever she wanted, even that. All I could do was to answer with a video that would, I hoped, raise the level a little. I had spent a night at a swingers' club where I'm a regular for a few years now; it is the kind of place where membership can only be obtained through the invitation of a current member. I was obviously familiar -- even intimate -- with all its members, and this time I asked who would agree to be a part of a private video I was doing for my mother. I already knew it was just a matter of time before I would invite her into the club; I had no reason to keep my strange game with Mom a secret from them. Three men and two women had agreed, and the bartender offered to shoot the film. I started the video with a monologue in which I would greet my mother and introduce her to the place and my playmates. Then the checkroom girl undressed me and I went laying on a table.

What happened next was typical of what happens in that club; I was just hoping I would give a good impression of the club to my mother. From my perspective, the impression was very good; I was welcoming in all my orifices all they could give me: fingers, penises, tongues, toys, toes; my hands were also very busy and everybody was having a very good time. One could think that group sex is easy when you are a woman, that you just have to let people do their thing on you, but it's actually much more demanding than you'd think. You have to be aware of your entire body and all of your partners, and don't forget about the camera, in my case. It requires experience to properly jerk off a dick with each hand, especially when your mouth is full. You also have to be careful not to kick someone in a sudden move, and as always, you have to make sure that you are not doing something unwanted. I have to admit that I have become quite good at this now, but there is always room for improvement.

This video was the longest I had ever sent to my mother. In fact, it was two videos because the battery of my phone died before the end, and the bartender had to use his own to record the last part. It was a wild moment, where I was taken over and over, sometimes I felt like a piece of meat in their hands, with double penetrations, spits, pee, one woman even tried to fist me. But the whole thing was still classy and respectful, which was what I wanted. I was so excited that I kept on asking for more, and they all provided more as if they had not fucked anyone in years. It took them a long time before they had finished with me, and I ended up well covered in sperm and squirt. I was almost passing out, but I still had the strength to say to the camera, "I love you, Mom".

The last video of the competition was from my mother; I wouldn't mind saying that she won the game. First, because the divorce was approaching fast, I had to let her concentrate on that. Second, because our last videos were going too far for me. In fact, it was not a video that she sent me, but a link to a porn site. She had made a real scene with three professional actors who took good care of her. Her who had only knew one man a few months ago, she was now dealing with three monster dicks, bigger than anything I've ever had myself. The weird thing was that she looked very comfortable dealing with them. Even when they were double-penetrating her, and the director would zoom on her gaping asshole, she was still smiling and begging them not to stop. They played a lot with her, she even had a vaginal double-penetration and they tried an anal double-penetration but it was too much for my mother.

Watching the video made me have contradictory feelings. On one side, I was genuinely impressed by what she did -- I had thought of doing porn myself but never found the courage -- but at the same time I was suffering for her. I found her very beautiful in that video, but it was deeply painful to see her doing porn, and knowing that many people would see her too. A part of me was wondering if she was trying to make me do porn too and it was terrifying. It was too much for me, it had to stop. Finally, we talked about it during dinner, and I suggested that we stop with the challenges. I was gladly admitting that she was the most daring of us, and I could see in her eyes that she was relieved, too. Always going a step further had made her experiment some crazy things, and I believe that some of them were maybe not worth it. She told me that she had no regrets and that she found the whole thing extremely liberating. She thanked me for helping her become the woman she was now. Of course, it did not mean that any of us would slow down with the sex; we just agreed that making it a rivalry was not justified anymore. Sex should never be a matter of competition anyway, just a passion we can share with a partner. Or more.

The conversation moved on, and we eventually started to talk about her divorce. Talking about it was still not easy for her, and I understood that she had certainly used our games as a way to escape her sad reality. It was a therapy, as she still likes to call it, but it was also a way for her to concentrate on building something -- her new self -- when the divorce procedure always brought her back to her old self. I can't say whether she did the right thing or not; I would certainly not be in a position to judge her. All I know is that she looked ready to overcome the situation ahead of her; she was once again the strong and confident woman who had always impressed me. She was superb, and I was eager to see her demolish Dad in front of the judge!