Sexy Mother Copied by Daughter

Sexy Mother Copied by Daughter

Author's note: I've chosen the Fetish category because the story continually references body piercings. All characters in this story are over eighteen and act consensually at all times. No AI was used in the writing of this story. Comments and feedback welcome. HG xx.

You could be forgiven for thinking that Bev Gilbert and her daughter Lisa were actually sisters. The women had identical long, straight dark hair, were both white, five foot eight inches tall and appeared to be close to one another in age. In fact, Lisa, who was twenty-one, was twenty years younger than Bev, but her mother looked more like she was in her mid-thirties than her early forties. It was not uncommon when ordering a coffee, for example, for the barista to ask, "And what would your sister like?"

One reason for Bev's youthful looks was the effort she had made, especially over the past five years, to get fit, lose weight and quit smoking. The latter, in particular, was as a result of constant nagging by Lisa. As her sixteenth birthday approached, Bev and her husband Dave asked Lisa what she would like for her milestone birthday. "I know I've asked a million times, Mum, but the best present you could give me would be to stop smoking," Lisa implored her.

Bev knew her daughter was right, not least in financial terms. She calculated that she was spending around five thousand pounds each year on her habit; it was money that was, quite literally, going up in smoke. She opened a savings account for her daughter and resolved to put half the money saved into it each year. The other half would go towards the family budget for everyday items. The Gilberts were not especially well-off, and Dave, a non-smoker, was delighted at her decision. Dave was a long distance lorry driver, who worked every hour he could for 'his girls' as he called them. "You gave up when you were expecting Lisa," he reminded her. "You can do it again, love." Bev surprised both her husband and her daughter by going cold turkey and staying that way, making both of them very proud of her.

Within weeks of quitting, Bev's complexion improved markedly, she slept better, and had much more energy. Encouraged by those things, she decided to join a gym, and to her surprise found that she thoroughly enjoyed working out. She'd been quite sporty at school, but had become lazy, and Lisa's birth had put an end to regular exercise. She also changed the family's diet: out went delivered pizzas and burgers, and in came food cooked from scratch with lots of pulses, vegetables, lean meat and fish. Bev, in particular, benefitted, going from one hundred and sixty-five pounds to one twenty-five in the space of four months.

To her delight, Bev quickly felt much more self-confident, and asked Dave if she could go shopping and buy herself a few clothes. "I've got loads of jogging bottoms, baggy sweaters and long trousers," she told him. "I used them to hide my body, but now they look silly on me. I want something that shows off the figure that I've got now." Dave was excited by the idea of his wife in figure-hugging clothes and told her to spend as much as she wanted. "Oh hello, has Scrooge left the building?" Bev teased.

Unsurprisingly, Bev began to attract attention, mostly from male admirers, but one or two women as well. She enjoyed the flattery she received from both sexes, and flirted with them regularly, especially when out for drinks with her girlfriends. Bev had married Dave when they were both nineteen, and gave birth to Lisa when she was twenty. She loved her daughter with all her heart, but it meant she had missed out on dating, as adult, at least.

To add to Dave's happiness, Bev discovered that her new shape and fitness did wonders for her sex drive. Dave was often away for days at a time on long-haul trips into Europe, taking his wagon to such places as Poland, Italy or Greece, and was welcomed home by an extremely horny wife. Barely had he closed the front door behind him than Bev, wearing sexy lingerie, would pounce on him and drag him upstairs for long, loud and exhausting sex. Their lovemaking was so intense that Lisa often had to leave the house. "Mum's become a right nympho," she would complain to her friends. "Even my earbuds can't drown her out."

There was, of course, a downside, which was that Bev became very sexually frustrated when Dave was away. She travelled the short distance to her local city, Portsmouth, on England's south coast, found a sex shop called Foxy Lady, and bought a selection of sex toys as a substitute for her husband. She enjoyed masturbating with her new collection, but it wasn't the same, and she found herself having lustful thoughts in Dave's absence.

When Dave was away, Bev used the opportunity to visit the gym more often, since she needed something to take her mind off of sex. Her daughter Lisa was usually out seeing her own friends. One evening, she noticed a fellow gym bunny that seemed to be there whenever she was, and found herself pounding a treadmill alongside the mystery woman. "Hey," the girl panted, "I've seen you in here a few times this week. You must be super-fit! I'm Hailey. What's your name?"

"I'm Bev," she answered, "I bet you're fitter than me, though. You're always in here!"

The girl laughed. "Yeah, well it's either that or watch TV at home on my own," she replied. Bev stole furtive glances at her new friend. Hailey was very slender, with close cropped dark hair that gave her a boyish appearance. Her most striking feature was her facial jewellery, which was varied and extensive. She had multiple studs in both ears, a pierced septum, lip ring and even little bars in each eyebrow. She also had a cute bar through the bridge of her nose, which Bev had never seen on a girl before. When she took a gulp from her water bottle, Bev noticed a tongue stud: Hailey really liked her piercings, it seemed.

She felt something tingling inside her as she continued running and chatting to Hailey. The girl was very direct, very open and made a couple of references to her sexual orientation. Bev learned that Hailey worked as a manager of a local restaurant, one that was part of a chain. Hailey complained that staff retention was a problem. "Still," she said, "a steady flow of hot young girls is the silver lining in that particular cloud."

Bev finished her workout and, as she always did, headed for the showers. She hated going home sweaty. As she pushed open the door to the shower room, she saw Hailey already in there. "Hello again," Bev said. "We must stop meeting like this." It was a flippant remark, but something about Hailey's presence reminded Bev of a girl she'd had a brief fling with shortly before Dave came on the scene. She felt the flutter in her tummy once more.

As Bev fished around in her bag for her shower gel, she became aware that Hailey was stripping off. The girl was quite unashamed, making no attempt to hide her body or wrap a towel around herself. Bev, however, quickly covered herself up after she'd pulled off her Lycra gym suit. She turned towards the showers only to find Hailey stood in front of her, naked. She gasped out loud. Hailey had the biggest nipple rings Bev had ever seen, pulling the girl's modest breasts downwards. No wonder she wore a sweatshirt in the gym, Bev thought. Anything tight would have been very obvious.

Not only did Hailey sport chunky nipple rings, she had a bar through her belly button. Bev gulped. "Wow," she croaked. "I love your rings. They're amazing. Actually, all your jewellery is amazing!" She stood, staring, admiring Hailey's piercings. Hailey smiled and stood her ground, as if weighing up her next move.

Realising she'd made personal remarks, Bev dashed towards a shower cubicle. As she tried to close the cubicle door, Hailey pushed it open, following Bev inside. She pushed Bev against a tiled wall and kissed her roughly. At first, Bev wanted to cry for help, but within seconds she felt a warm flush of excitement in her pussy. Without thinking, she returned the girl's kiss, playing with her tongue stud and running her hands over her pert buttocks. This is wrong, she thought, but so fucking sexy. Hailey lifted a leg and pushed it between Bev's thighs, which parted invitingly.

"Oh yeah, I thought so," Hailey breathed, maintaining their kiss. "I know your type, Bev. Married woman, husband's away, am I right? Sees a bit of hot pussy and thinks, yeah, I'll have some of that." She reached between Bev's legs. "Hmm, smooth as silk, I like that." She eased two fingers inside Bev's wet pussy and instantly found her G-spot. Bev whimpered in delight. "Oh, you like that, don't you, married bitch? Turns you on, doesn't it?" Bev nodded. God, this girl's fingers feel so good! she thought. Hailey cackled, and added, "No such thing as a straight woman, trust me."

Hailey was almost brutal, but Bev loved every second. The girl pressed her fingers against Bev's G-spot, and rubbed hard. She used her thumb to massage Bev's unusually large clit, which rose up like a small penis, dying to be stimulated. Bev had never cum so quickly; Hailey knew exactly what she was doing. "Oh my god, don't stop, please make me cum!" she pleaded. Hailey rubbed her furiously, making her orgasm immediate and unavoidable. "Fuck, oh god, yes! Yes Hailey, YES! Aaaaaaah!" Bev cried, not caring who else might be in the shower room. In fact there was no one else there, and Hailey knew it.

As her orgasm subsided and her breathing returned to normal, Bev gazed at the girl in front of her. "That was incredible," she murmured. "Unbelievable. I want more." What was she saying? She was a married woman, and had never done anything like this. But..... her insides were on fire with lust, and Hailey was as hot as fuck. And anyway, Dave would never know....

Hailey smiled, turned on the faucet, and said, "You married women are all the same. I bet you can't wait to taste my cunt, can you? Well, let's shower together, then you can follow me home, and you can have all the pussy you want. A sort of unlimited lesbian buffet, if you like. I mean, I can't force you, honey, but we both know you want it, don't we?"

Six hours later, Hailey and Bev lay facing each other on Hailey's bed in her modest apartment, exhausted. Hailey reached out and tucked a strand of Bev's hair behind her ear. "Well, you are full of surprises, aren't you?" she said, her voice hushed. "Are you sure you're not a lesbian? I've got your number, and I'm going to give it to all my gay friends so they can enjoy a session like I've just had. I don't think I've cum so often in one night before, honey." Seeing Bev's alarmed expression, she added, "I'm joking! Relax, I won't tell anyone, I promise. Come here, I want a nice cuddle." Hailey had softened markedly from the predatory lesbian at the gym to someone much sweeter.

Bev couldn't help herself; she was absolutely fascinated by Hailey's body piercings. She had none herself, and wanted to touch all of Hailey's. If she was being honest, she was envious of her. She ran her fingers along Hailey's chunky nipple rings before reaching for the horseshoe clit ring and six labia rings that she'd discovered. "I can't get over all these," she purred dreamily. "I want these too. Where is the studio that you go to, again? You told me but I've forgotten." Hailey reminded her, and Bev made a mental note.

They lay silently together for a while, limbs entwined. Bev felt a tension begin to grip her, despite her state of sexual satisfaction. At the back of her mind was a distant voice, saying, "You've cheated. It's wrong. You've messed up. Whore!" The voice grew louder and louder, until she could no longer ignore it. "Listen, baby, I have to go," she said. "I have to be at work in about four hours." It was a lie, because Bev was already starting to feel the icy hands of guilt clawing at her insides. She needed to get away.

During the short drive home, Bev made three decisions. First, she would tell Dave about Hailey. It was, she decided, a one off. He might, she reasoned, forgive her, since sex with a girl might not count in his mind, especially if there was no repeat. Either way, she was already feeling guilty and couldn't bear the thought of keeping a secret from him. Second, she would cancel her gym membership and find somewhere else a bit further away. And third, she'd soon be in touch with Solent Body Studio, asking for Vanessa. I want what that girl has, she told herself.

The next three days were, for Bev, torture. Dave was due home late on Friday evening, and she couldn't wait to see him again and fuck him silly. But, lurking in the shadows was the confession that she knew she had to make. As if to twist the knife in her self-inflicted wound, she'd had several phone calls, texts and WhatsApp messages from Hailey, wanting to meet again. She'd blocked them all, although doing so had made her feel even worse. Not only am I a cheat, I'm a heartless bitch who sleeps with a girl then dumps her with no explanation, she told herself.

There were two things that made her feel a little better. The first was that, despite her emotional turmoil, she hadn't relapsed into smoking. Sure, she'd wanted to, especially as she wheeled her grocery trolley past the tobacco counter at the supermarket. But she dismissed the craving and walked straight past it. It had been six months since she'd quit, and she hadn't touched the evil weed once in that time. She was quietly proud of herself.

The second positive was the secret thrill she felt at having had sex with Hailey. Yes, it was wrong and the guilt was gnawing away at her, but fuck it was good. Really good. What if Dave was OK with it? She'd soon find out. She hardly dared admit the possibility, but if he accepted it, girl sex was something she'd like to do again.

It was eight o'clock on Friday evening, and Dave had texted her to say he was nearly home; he was ten minutes away. Bev had an idea, and ran upstairs to the bedroom. As usual when she was expecting him, she'd showered, given herself an anal douche, shaved her pussy area and rubbed skin lotion over her body. She'd dressed in Dave's favourite outfit for her to wear: high heels, black fishnet stockings, suspenders, panties and bra, and a sexy black leather collar. She'd tied her hair back and done her makeup, which made her feel even more desirable.

She decided to give him a little surprise, and eased a pink vibrator inside her pussy. It felt naughty and delicious, and she started it on its lowest, gentlest setting. Immediately, she knew she wanted more, and selected a medium-sized butt plug. She lubricated the plug and her butthole, and eased it inside her anus. Ooooh, the two toys together feel goooood, she thought. She pulled up her panties, covering the toys, lay on her back, savouring the exquisite sensations, and waited.

Right on cue, the front door closed behind him, and Dave called out, "Hey babe, I'm home! You remember me, the mug who pays all the bills? Where are you?" He was joking about being a mug. Dave was the kindest, gentlest soul that Bev had ever known, unless some fool pulled in front of his forty-four tonne truck, when he would swear like a trooper. Bev had always fancied him from the moment she saw him when they were both nineteen, and the fire still burned. Indeed, she was so horny these days that Dave joked about taking Bev to the truck depot and offering her to the lads there. "There's a fella called George who's a randy young goat. Even you won't keep up with him, Bev," he laughed.

Dave was a giant of a man, with something of a Viking appearance. He was six foot four tall, weighed two hundred and forty pounds, and sported a moustache and a long, bushy beard. With his gruff voice and imposing physique, he never attracted trouble. He had broken up plenty of fights, but had never started one. You didn't pick a fight with Dave. Sometimes, Bev and Dave would role play: she would be an English village girl called Betsy, and he would play a rampaging Viking invader, hell bent on pillage and rape. "Take me, Thor, put a Viking baby inside me," Betsy would plead, and Thor would oblige.

Dave had a homecoming routine: he stripped off downstairs, grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine from the kitchen, and headed upstairs. Tonight was no exception. He grinned as he saw Bev stretched invitingly on the bed in front of him, set down the drinks tray, and stood, stroking his erect cock. He'd checked that they had the house to themselves, and said, loudly, "Now that, my sweet, is a sight for sore eyes."

"Never mind your eyes, big boy, it's your cock I'm more interested in," giggled Bev. "Tonight, my darling, I am able to offer you a choice of three holes. Ta-daa!" she cried, as she lowered her panties, revealing the toys lodged in her pussy and ass. "Come here, you big idiot, I've missed you." Dave fell on top of her, kissing her ferociously and running his huge, rough hands over her smooth, freshly-showered body. "Mmm, you smell of diesel and sweat," she murmured, as she squeezed his buttocks. "My favourite scent, 'Eau de Trucker.' Fuck me baby. Fill whatever hole you want."

Dave eased the pink vibrator from her pussy, and traced his fingers along her slit, making her whimper with desire. For a big man, he was very gentle and surprisingly tender. He knew that Bev loved having a toy in her bottom while he fucked her pussy. "Let's leave you plugged," he whispered. "That hole can wait. First, I'm going to fill your tight little pussy with a week's worth of my cream."

He teased her with his cock, slapping it against her protruding clit and against her swollen pussy lips. "Tell me how much you want this inside you, my sweet slut," he breathed. Both of them loved to use crude words when having sex. It made it more raw and filthy.

"Oh my god, baby, you have no idea. I've had some big toys in there this week, but your cock is so much thicker, warmer, and it throbs. And anyway, toys don't cum in me like you're about to." An image of Hailey fucking her with a strap-on flashed through her mind, but she dismissed it instantly. That could wait. First, she had to please herself and her man. "Fuck your little village girl, Thor, put your Viking seed in me," she begged.

Dave loved their secret fantasy, and immediately slipped into his role. "Take my big Viking cock, you English whore," he growled. "Take it, bitch! You pathetic Anglo-Saxons can't stop me! I'm going to fill your English cunt, then drag you back to my ship to breed you!" He drove his thick, rock hard cock into Bev's willing pussy, all the way to his balls.

They both knew Dave would cum quickly: after all, he'd been on his own for nearly a week. Sure, there were sex workers who hung around truck stops and who some drivers used, or one could draw the cab's curtains and masturbate, but Dave did neither of those things. He wanted to save himself for the equal most important person in his world, along with Lisa.

Bev knew from experience that her next few words would make him erupt inside her. "Please, Thor, I'm begging you! Please cum my pretty cunt! I love your hot Viking cock in me, whatever the other villagers say! Breed me, Thor, breed me!"

As expected, Dave exploded. "Make this bitch mine, Freyja! I'm claiming her tight little pussy with my seed! Oh god yes, yes, uuuuurgggh!" he grunted, as hot cum spurted from his balls into Bev's pussy, blessed by Freyja, the Viking god of sex and love. For several minutes, Dave lay on top of her, pinning her to the bed with his gradually softening cock, before eventually caressing her face, kissing her, and muttering, "Thank you, baby, thank you. I've missed you so much."

His genuine words made Bev want to cry. She manged to keep it together, eased herself from under him and poured them each a glass of Rioja. Suddenly, normality returned, and they sat upright, chatting about their week like any old married couple. Bev learned that the roadworks in Belgium were a nightmare, and that the Italian police zoomed around in a fully marked Lamborghini. Dave learned that Lisa's latest boyfriend had become a pain and that she was thinking of ending it with him.

Bev was not a heavy drinker, and the wine took effect on her quickly. She could never truly explain why she chose that moment to confess, but perhaps it was the Rioja. Either way, it had to happen. Time to face the music, she thought. It's my fault, no one else's. She remembered one of her girlfriends whose husband had cheated on her then tried to cover it up. "It wasn't so much the cheating," the woman told her, "it was the lying, the deceit. That's what I couldn't forgive."

Bev took a deep breath. "Dave, babe, I have something to tell you," she said.

There was a long pause, after which Dave said, "Oh no, you've kerbed another wheel on the car, haven't you? For Christ's sake, Bev, learn to bloody drive!" There was a strong element of humour in his voice, which made her imminent confession all the harder.

"There's no easy way to say this," she said, "so here it is. I've been weak, and very naughty. On Tuesday night I had sex with someone, and I'm so, so sorry." She tailed off and gazed at him, trying to anticipate his response.

Dave carefully placed his glass on a bedside table, stared at her for some time, then said, "OK. Do I know this guy?" Dave had one or two suspects in mind, especially a colleague of his wife's called Robbie, who'd been all over Bev at her office Christmas party, until Dave's considerable shadow loomed over him, when he'd shot off like a terrified rabbit.

Bev swallowed, returned her husband's gaze, and said, "It wasn't a guy, David. It was a girl." Dave's mouth dropped open, and his eyes widened. "Her name was Hailey, she hit on me at the gym, and I followed her to her home. It was a one-off, baby, and I swear it won't happen again. I've already cancelled the gym membership and blocked her from contacting me." Dave simply stared at her. "Dave, sweetheart, say something. Yell at me, throw your wine over me, anything. I'm so sorry, baby, really I am."

Dave finally broke his silence. "First, I'm not going to throw my wine over you, OK? This stuff is ten pounds a bottle and I'm not wasting it." He paused, thinking. "Second, how did she hit on you? What does that even mean?"

"Are you taking the piss, David?" Bev asked. "Seriously, do you want details?" He nodded, and she sighed. "All right, have it your way. She followed me into the shower, pinned me to the wall, and kissed me. I liked it, baby. It reminded me of girls at school who I had a crush on." As she spoke, she noticed Dave's cock twitch and grow. "Is this turning you on?" she gasped. "It is, isn't it? Bloody hell, Dave!"

She took his stiffening cock in her hand and began to masturbate him. "Carry on, my love," he said. "I want to hear more details. Did she finger you in the shower cubicle?" Bev gripped his cock, bent down, and licked his dick's bulging head. "She fucking did, didn't she?" he exclaimed. "Go on, I want to know everything!"

Bev nearly made it to the end of the story before he came in her mouth. She'd started to tell him about Hailey fucking her with a big strap-on dildo, and how she'd begged the girl to split her in half, when he exploded in her mouth. "Shit, Bev, that's so fucking hot!" he cried. "God, I wish I'd been there! I'm cumming, baby, can't stop! Aaaah, aaaah, FFFFFUUCKK!"

Even after he pulled her on top of him and kissed her continuously for several minutes, she knew their conversation wasn't over. "Am I forgiven, then? Be honest with me, Dave. I need to know exactly where I stand. Are we all right, the two of us?"

"OK, here's the thing," he said. "The thought of you having fun while I'm away isn't something I'm going to get upset about, because you've told me. If you hid it, that would be different. Now, some would say I'm weird, stupid or both, and maybe I am, but it's how I feel. I've seen guys and girls flirting with you, Bev, and I've seen you give as good as you got. I'm not the sharpest observer, but I don't miss much, you know. The Patels' barbecue last summer, for example. I heard every word. I was sober, and you were shitfaced."

Bev remembered that barbecue now that Dave mentioned it. She and another wife had had too much to drink and had lost themselves in a very explicit conversation about lesbian sex. It never went beyond that, and the whole thing was now a bit of a blur, but she vaguely recalled telling the woman, whom she'd never seen since, how much she fancied her.

"Why didn't you say anything then, if you knew?" she asked. "Like that woman at the barbecue. Why didn't you step in or something?"

"That's my point," Dave replied, his voice calm and level. "I didn't mind all that much, like when that clown Robbie was trying to feel your tits at your Christmas party. I wasn't even going to do anything to him." He chuckled. "That was funny. That boy ran off like Usain Bolt. But he was just fooling around with you, and you would have told him to back off if he'd gone too far." His face became serious, "So yeah, if I thought you were serious about someone, we'd be having words. Otherwise, it's cool."

Bev considered what he'd said, and decided to explore his feelings. "Dave, you know I would never leave you," Bev assured him. "Not for anyone, man or woman. Well, unless Theo James from The Gentlemen knocks on our door, in which case I'm sorry, but I'm off. Pretty unlikely though, I'd say, since he hasn't responded to my messages.

"But, David, I'm being deadly serious now, if I had another one night thing like I did with Hailey, then told you in detail all about it, would you really be cool? Let's say, hypothetically, that it was purely physical. No comebacks, not an affair, just sex. What would you say?"

"Call me naïve, but I know you wouldn't leave," he replied, and she could see that he was serious too. "Look, if you want the occasional bit of naughtiness, that's fine, honestly. Just don't fall in love, OK? That is something I couldn't bear. Oh, and tell me all the sexy details, like you just did with your Molly, or whatever her name was."

"Hailey," she corrected him. "D'you know, Dave, I sometimes think I couldn't love you any more, and then you go and do something that proves me wrong." She felt his cock twitch. "Oh look, you're all hard again, and I still have a hole that needs filling." She eased the butt plug from her bottom, sucked it dry, then put on the voice of a pretty receptionist at a front desk somewhere. "Would you like some ass, Mr. Gilbert? Beverly will see you now."

Bev raised the subject with her husband a few more times after that, and got the same answer every time: Dave insisted that if she told him everything, and promised that she'd never leave him, he wouldn't object. "I mean, if you could video it, I'd love to watch," he said. However, the situation didn't arise, and after a while Bev stopped asking. She'd had her answer, after all.

Two years later

There really is nothing like a hot shower, thought Bev, as the powerful jets of water cascaded onto her head and body. She squeezed gel into her palm, and began to soap herself. As she often did these days, her fingers lingered on her new nipple rings. She'd only had these ones in for two months, having gone up a couple of sizes from the standard fourteen gauge ones that Vanessa at Solent Body Studio had recommended. They were surgical steel, and felt delicious when she tugged at them, stretching her nipples and making them tingle.

Ah, Vanessa, the girl who'd fled Hong Kong ten years previously, settled in Portsmouth, and started her own business with the money she'd brought with her. Vanessa co-owned Solent Body Studio, which offered tattoos, piercing and had a deal with a hairdresser next door. Soon after her one night stand with Hailey, Bev felt compelled to visit the piercing studio. She wanted what Hailey had, and told Vanessa as much. "Ah yeah, I know her," Vanessa had said in her half-British, half-Chinese accent, "very sexy girl. You really want as many body piercings as her? OK, we can do that, but not all at once."

As she soaped herself, Bev felt a little flutter of arousal inside her. As usual, Dave was away, delivering farm machinery to various drops around Europe. When he was away, she constantly pleasured herself until he returned, and she was feeling very turned on already. She knew that Lisa, who was now nearly nineteen, was in the house, but she'd learned to give herself an orgasm relatively quietly.

She began to soap and caress around her pussy, relishing the glorious shock she got from her clit ring. She flashed back to the time eighteen months ago when she'd gone back to Vanessa for a checkup. Her nipple bars were still healing, but the horseshoe-shaped clit ring had fully healed. Vanessa wanted to be sure, and asked Bev to come in. Bev trusted Vanessa completely, and was very used to baring all for her, but was still surprised when, under Vanessa's skilful touch, she had an orgasm from having her clit ring inspected. "I think I did good job!" Vanessa laughed. "You gonna be horny all the fucking time, Bev!"

Vanessa was not wrong. Bev had specifically asked for a design that would pierce her clit's hood, and would feature two surgical steel balls at either end of the horseshoe. The gentle friction whenever Bev moved was utterly lovely, and when Dave fucked her the enhanced contact from her ring made her cum again and again. It was, she decided, the best thing she'd ever done, although she couldn't wait for her nipple bars to heal so that she could swap them out for rings.

Six months on from that checkup, Bev had finally got the nipple rings that she'd craved. "You should get fourteen gauge, girl," Vanessa said, "maybe twelve. You gotta be gradual though, or it'll hurt." She'd slid out the bars before observing, "Your tits, Bev, they gonna look so hot with these rings." By that time, Vanessa had stopped pretending that she had a purely professional interest in Bev. Both women knew that their respective spouses were laid back about a little naughtiness between them.

As she soaped her pussy lips, Bev pictured a scene from a porn movie that she'd watched she previous night. She never used to watch pornography, but that was before her libido exploded after she got fit, stopped smoking, and improved her diet. These days, she consumed it avidly, including a video of a woman with rings in her labia that jangled when she masturbated. That's what I want next, Bev told herself, as her fingers delivered a shuddering climax.

Vanessa had warned Bev that, once one started, having body piercings could become addictive. "You gonna want more and more," she'd said. "It's great for business though; keeps me busy with returning customers." However, unlike many people, Bev was not especially interested in facial jewellery. Of course, like almost every woman, she wore studs and earrings in her ears, but the only other two items were a tongue stud and a rather discreet ring in one nostril.

She stretched out on the bed, face up and naked, welcoming the watery shafts of sunlight that brightened the room. Soon it would be springtime in southern England, one of her favourite times of year. She always found the sights and smells of new life emerging from the dark, damp days of winter intoxicating. What was that phrase about sap rising? She certainly felt randier than ever. Despite having enjoyed a climax in the shower just minutes ago, her fingers reached for her clit. Another nice little orgasm wouldn't go amiss, she decided.

She was so lost in her own erotic fog that she failed to hear Lisa's footsteps in the hallway. The bedroom door flew open just as Lisa started complaining about her latest romantic disaster. "It's not fair, Mum, I always seem to pick losers, and..........." Lisa stopped in her tracks, astonished at seeing her naked mother with three fingers buried in her vagina. Lisa turned and fled, shrieking, "Lock the fucking door, Mum! Oh my god, gross!"

Bev could have simply shrugged, left her daughter to her own devices and got on with her day. After all, Lisa's relationship woes were nothing new. The girl seemed to lurch from one disaster to another, although rarely told Bev any details, preferring to be consoled by her inner circle of girlfriends. However, Bev decided to make an effort, slipped on a dressing gown, and padded down the corridor towards Lisa's bedroom. She found her daughter propped up on her bed, scrolling through her phone, scowling.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," Bev began. "You're right, I should have locked the door if I wanted a little privacy. I hope you aren't too mentally disturbed by what you saw. PTSD can be an awful thing, you know." She sat on the end of the bed, facing her daughter.

Lisa grinned despite herself. She always found her mother's habitual sarcasm amusing. It wasn't that she was disgusted, since she was used to the sounds of sex coming from her parents' bedroom, even when her father was away. It was more that she hadn't known about her mother's piercings. She was overcome by curiosity, and asked, "How long have you had those nipple rings, Mum?"

"These ones?" Bev replied, opening her dressing gown and peering at her own breasts. "About two months, but I had smaller ones before, and horizontal bars before that. Do you like them?" She had allowed her robe to fall to her waist.

"I do, actually," Lisa admitted. "May I touch them?" Bev nodded, and allowed her daughter to rotate each one, before pulling gently on one of them. Her mother let out a small sigh. "Does that feel nice?" Lisa enquired, and Bev nodded once more. "Did getting pierced hurt?" she asked.

"I won't lie, darling, it did, yes, but only for a very short while. Compared to childbirth, it was a breeze, so thanks for that. No wonder we only had one baby." There it was again, the withering sarcasm. "I'm not going to show you, because that would be creepy, but I have got a piercing, umm, down below, if you follow me. Getting that did really hurt. It was worth it, though!"

Lisa's eyes widened. "Oh my god, mother, you have become such a bad girl since you stopped smoking, haven't you?" she exclaimed. "Please, no details, but I bet Dad likes it, doesn't he?" Lisa had no intention of extracting intimate details from her mother, but was very happy that, unlike all her friends' parents, hers seemed to enjoy a great sex life. "Toby had nipple bars, and I loved playing with them, but we still broke up," she blurted. Oh no, too much information, she thought.

Bev was taken aback, since she'd had rarely had any insights into Lisa's love life. "OK, well it's much more common for boys to have body piercing these days, I suppose," she said. "Do you want to tell me what went wrong with him?"

Lisa blushed instantly. "Actually, Mum, Toby is a she, not a he." She couldn't meet Bev's gaze, and looked down at her bed. "I also know a Stevie and a Frankie. Giving girls boyish names is a bit of a thing."

Bev sat quietly for a few moments, sensing that this was a watershed moment in the relationship with her daughter. Like mother, like daughter, she thought, but chose not to vocalise that to Lisa. She peered straight at her daughter, and asked the obvious question. "Are you gay, sweetheart? It's completely OK if you are, by the way. Dad and I love you because you're you, trust me."

Lisa's answer was, to Bev, surprisingly simple. "No, Mum, not really. I find girls really cute, and I like how they feel. But I wasn't in love with Toby, or any other girl I've dated. Now Luke was a different story completely. I was crazy about him, and he broke my heart. I'm nearly nineteen, but I already know what love feels like. They both said the same thing when we broke up, though, which is telling. Can you leave me alone now, please, I'm feeling sad again."

Bev knew better than to apply pressure, so she stood and returned to her own bedroom. She reasoned that Lisa would tell her more when the girl was ready.

Later that day, Bev was about to start preparing a chick pea curry for dinner, one of Lisa's favourites, when she noticed a small handwritten note on the kitchen worktop. It read: "Sorry about earlier, Mum, I just felt a bit overwhelmed. The thing both Toby and Luke said was that I was too straight-laced. When I was kissing Toby's nipples - they were so sexy, by the way! - she said I must get mine done, but I said no way. Now I've seen yours, I really want to. A nineteenth birthday present, maybe? Love you to bits, always. L xx."

Bev began chopping onions, mulling over the contents of Lisa's note. She came to a decision, washed and dried her hands, and dialled a number on her phone. "Hey Vanessa, it's Bev. Yeah, all good, thanks. Listen, I'd like to book an appointment please, only a bit different this time. It's a double booking for me and my daughter, Lisa. Yeah, she's nineteen. When can you book us in?"

One month later, at Solent Body Studio

"Are you nervous?" Bev asked her daughter as they approached the studio. Lisa replied that she wasn't, and was really looking forward to it. Bev noticed that Lisa appeared to be imitating her mother. Her hair and makeup were the same, and she even wore tight denim jeans paired with cute little black ankle boots, just like her mother. Bev didn't mind, taking it as a compliment.

"Hey Bev, good to see you again!" Vanessa enthused, as they entered the shop. The women embraced and kissed on the lips, which surprised the watching Lisa. "Ah, you're Lisa, am I right?" Vanessa asked, before doing the air kiss thing with her. "So," she said, "as you can see, you are my only customers this morning, 'cos we gonna torture you one after another." She cackled like a pantomime villainess, but her eyes were kindly. "Who wanna go first?" she asked.

Over the past two years, Bev had become accustomed to Vanessa's manner and language. She spoke with a strong Chinese accent, betraying her Hong Kong origins, and was very direct in her choice of words. Some would perceive her as rude, but it was just her way. She could also be rather tactless, so Bev was not surprised when Vanessa asked if Lisa was OK being touched by a woman. "Maybe you like it, like your mother does," she said, which almost made Lisa choke on the coffee that Vanessa had offered them. "I always wear gloves," she added. "OK, stand up and take off your bra, then I wipe you with antiseptic then mark you up."

When Bev asked Lisa about it later, she would say that it hurt a lot more than she was expecting, but that the pain was fleeting and soon eased. "Hearing your moans and groans when she put the needle through your labia was more painful, if I'm honest, mother. I wish I'd had my earbuds in!" Lisa was burning with curiosity, and asked, "Have you and Vanessa had, like, a thing together? You just seemed really into each other, that's all. What does Dad think about it? Does he even know?"

"Bloody hell, dearest daughter," Bev laughed, "so many questions. Listen, what are you doing tonight?" Lisa replied that she had no plans, because she'd arranged to go and see a movie with Toby, which obviously was not now happening. "OK, so I think we should get a Chinese take-out, a couple of bottles of nice wine, and have a proper girlie chat about men, women, everything. I need to call your Dad to check it's OK first. I think he's in Germany at the moment. If he's cool, I'll tell you anything you want to know, as long as you return the favour."

When she looked back on their heart-to-heart that evening, Bev saw it as a turning point in her relationship with her daughter. By the time they'd stuffed themselves with pancake rolls, shredded duck and Kung-Po chicken, washed down with copious amounts of Chianti, they had told each other all of their secrets, desires and hopes.

Lisa learned that her mother fooled around now and again with women, but that it was purely physical and no threat to her marriage. Dave, Bev told her, knew and was fine with it. She had never, Lisa discovered, cheated on him with a man, nor would she ever do so. Bev told her about Hailey and about Vanessa, together with a handful of other brief encounters. As Lisa had witnessed, Bev told her about her fondness for body piercings, which her fling with Hailey had triggered.

For her part, Lisa disclosed that she felt the same way about girls: they were fun, and very sexy, but in her heart she wanted to be with a boy. That, she told her mother, was the problem. The girls she'd dated were temporary and not serious, whereas she seemed unable to attract a suitable boyfriend. "They lie and cheat, or they're nerds, or mummy's boys," she complained. "I often think I should dress more sexy and get piercings like yours. I mean, they fall at your feet, Mum, don't they?"

Bev had to agree, but not in a conceited way. Only recently, she'd been stood in the supermarket frozen food section, debating which bag of frozen peas to buy, when some guy told her she was gorgeous, and could he get her number? He was perfectly polite, but she declined and he left her alone. "I saw him leaving the car park in a Porsche 911 Turbo," Bev laughed. "Dammit! The one that got away!" She was joking, and was secretly flattered at the attention.

"Will you take me shopping, Mum?" Lisa asked. "For some sexy gear, I mean. I might dip into that savings account you opened when you quit smoking, if you don't mind."

"I know just the place," Bev replied. "But on one condition, which is that you join the gym I go to. I mean, you're lovely, but it won't harm to tone those legs and flatten that tummy." For both of them, their relationship had changed, and in a good way. Bev was no longer a strict parent, watching over her child. Lisa was now an adult, although she would always be Bev's baby girl. However, to both of them it felt like an evolution from parenthood into friendship.

Two weeks later, when their respective piercings had stopped hurting or weeping, Bev and Lisa stood outside a store in Portsmouth called Foxy Lady. Bev had purchased several sex toys from the store before, but they also had a huge selection of clothing that ranged from suggestive to downright fetishistic. "Come on," Bev urged, "let's see if Suzy still owns the place."

She had her answer as soon as she stepped through the shop's door. Suzy stood behind the cash desk, looking as elegant and as striking as ever. If Morticia Addams had ever decided to open a sex shop, Suzy could have stood in for her and no one would have noticed. Apart, perhaps from the accent. Suzy spoke with a cut-glass English accent compared to the mid-Atlantic American accent heard in Addams Family movies.

Lisa had never seen Suzy before, and was immediately attracted by her appearance. She had made out with a goth girl once, and loved the look. Suzy's long black hair, high-arched eyebrows, dark eye makeup and cherry red lipstick went perfectly with her full length, long-sleeved black dress. Suzy's breasts were prominent, and her cleavage magnificent. "Madam," she said, looking at Bev, "you seem familiar. Have I had the pleasure before?" Her tone was loaded with innuendo.

"Hello Suzy," Bev answered. "You're correct, I am a returning customer. I'm Bev Gilbert, and this is my daughter Lisa. We're shopping today for some sexy clothes for her. Nothing extreme, but enough to attract the boys."

"Ah yes, Mrs. Gilbert," Suzy purred. She recalled that Bev had recently bought a set of anal beads, but resisted the temptation to ask how she was getting on with them. Instead, she stepped from behind the cash desk, called for her assistant to mind the shop, and approached mother and daughter. "Oh, you are lovely, miss," she cooed. "Give me a twirl, if you'd be so kind." Lisa did a pirouette, to which Suzy said, "Excellent, thank you. Shall we get the tape measure out? I imagine you seek something figure hugging? Follow me, both of you."

Suzy led Bev and Lisa to a large curtained fitting room at the rear of the store. "I think your mother should stay, don't you?" she smiled. "Take a seat, madam, while Lisa removes her clothes, apart from bra and panties. If you're wearing any, that is." Lisa peered at her mother, who had taken a seat. Bev nodded, prompting Lisa to undress.

Within seconds, a nervous-looking Lisa stood before Suzy, wearing only her underwear and bra. "Relax, my dear," Suzy said, trying to put the girl at ease with a friendly smile. She stroked Lisa's hair, gathering it behind her shoulders. "Let's take some measurements. Sexy clothes aren't sexy unless they fit properly." Suzy whipped out her tape measure and a notepad, and began to gather and make a note of Lisa's vital statistics.

Now and then, Suzy's hands would linger a little too long on Lisa's arms, buttocks or shoulders, or she would trace a finger on Lisa's skin alongside the tape measure. Suzy was very experienced, and could tell immediately if a customer might object to physical contact. Lisa, she decided, was not one of those, perhaps because she had the reassurance of her mother looking on approvingly.

For her part, Lisa began to relax and even to enjoy the attention. When the back of Suzy's hand 'accidentally' brushed against her breast, she felt a response deep inside, like a creature wriggling in her belly. Her recently-pierced nipples became obvious against her bra cups, something that did not go unnoticed by Suzy. Eventually, Suzy said, "Jolly good, I have all the numbers I need. Wait here, if you don't mind. I shall return with a few items for you to try on."

There was, it turned out, one item that all three women agreed was perfect. It was a sleeveless little black dress made from soft leather, with underwired cups that negated the need for a bra, especially if the wearer's breasts were a modest cup size. As Lisa wriggled into the dress, Suzy commented on her nipples. "May I say, Lisa, I do love to see a girl with bars or rings in her nipples," Suzy purred. "Would you care to see mine?" Lisa looked at Bev, who nodded and mouthed, "It's fine."

Suzy pulled her bra on either side, releasing her generous, soft tits. Each nipple had a medium-sized ring through it, rather smaller and less chunky than Bev's. Lisa could not take her eyes from Suzy's breasts wobbling in front of her. Instinctively, she reached out and touched first one, then the other. "Oh, I'm so sorry, I should have asked!" she gushed.

"That's quite all right, sweetheart," Suzy answered. "You can kiss them if you like." Lisa leaned forward tentatively, pursed her lips, and kissed one of the steel rings. It felt warm and heavy. Suzy closed her eyes, her breathing deepening, and said, "Bite me a little, my darling. Tug the rings too. Mmmm."

For several minutes, Lisa kissed, sucked, nibbled and tugged Suzy's nipples, pausing to lick her breasts as well. She became lost in the erotic feel of it, so didn't notice her mother standing behind Suzy, who was swooning with arousal. "Would you like me to make you feel even better, Suzy?" Bev whispered in her ear. Suzy was being driven wild with desire and simply nodded. Bev lifted Suzy's long dress over her hips and traced her fingers over the goth girl's buttocks, before sliding them between her legs. Suzy widened her stance to allow Bev access to her pussy.

Very quickly, Suzy was panting with lust and was quivering in response to Lisa feasting on her breasts while her mother pumped three fingers into Suzy's sopping pussy from behind. Bev added to Suzy's pleasure by reaching under Suzy's dress and extending her free arm to Suzy's front. She began to massage Suzy's clit, making her moan with desire. "Oh my god, you beautiful ladies!" Suzy mumbled. "Please don't stop. That is so amazing, mmmm!"

"Come on Lisa, let's give this sexy shopkeeper an orgasm to remember," Bev urged her daughter. "Tug her rings and suck her nipples harder." Bev increased the frequency with which she drove her fingers into Suzy's pussy, while rubbing the girl's clit hard.

Between them, they reduced Suzy to a quivering jelly of sexual delight, and drove her inexorably to a thunderous orgasm. Being the meat in a three girl sandwich was nothing new for Suzy, who was proud to think of herself as a lesbian slut, but she had rarely experienced such intense sensations as with these two. "Oh yes, yes! Oh my god!" Suzy shrieked, not caring if there were any other customers in the shop. "Make me cum, please! I'm begging you! Yes Lisa, yes Bev, nnnngurghhh!" she cried, as a huge and delicious climax washed over her, making her pussy clench and pulse, her nipples sing and her clit throb.

Bev and Lisa felt Suzy's knees buckle as she climaxed, and held her up together, before allowing her to regain her breath and compose herself. Suzy pulled Lisa toward her, kissing her sloppily and muttering words of gratitude, before twisting and doing the same to Bev. "Well," she cooed, "if that doesn't earn you a discount I don't know what would."

Once calm had been restored, Suzy drew back the curtain and called for her assistant. A young girl of about Lisa's age appeared, collected Lisa's purchases, and headed off to the cash desk at the front of the store. Suzy gazed admiringly at the girl's behind as she left. "She's called Lily," she said. "Sweet girl, and looks innocent, doesn't she? Trust me, ladies, she is far from that. Lily, ten per cent discount for these lovely ladies, please," she called. "They have been most accommodating."

Eighteen months later

As Bev and Lisa walked towards the gym entrance, holding hands, an observer might have decided that they were either close sisters, or a gay couple headed for a workout together. It was a warm late summer's day, so no coats were needed. Both women wore tight fitting hot pink Lycra bodysuits and identical Saucony trainers. Both had long, dark hair tied in a ponytail and were of similar height and build.

Had that observer looked more closely they would have noticed the nipple rings that bulged through each girl's costume. The elastic material made it impossible to miss if one was close up, not that either woman seemed to care. They looked carefree, healthy and confident. "Come on, let's pound those treadmills," the older one said to the other. "Then we'll grab some lunch and you can tell me what's happening."

Since their initial visits to Solent Body Studio and Foxy Lady, both Bev and Lisa had visited each business a number of times, and were now almost carbon copies of one another. Both now had chunky nipple rings, nose hoops, tongue studs, tummy bars and clit rings. Lisa had decided against labia rings, reasoning that they might be better left until after childbirth.

As her mother had found, the clit ring in particular had made a huge difference to Lisa's state of sexual arousal: in short, it made her horny during most of her waking hours. Recently, she'd been for a long walk on her own on the chalk downlands of Hampshire. The constant rubbing of the ring against her clitoris had forced her to find cover and masturbate to orgasm on three occasions. A walk that should have taken three hours ended up taking five.

There was, however, a downside to her heightened state of arousal, which was that she had no one to share it with. She was now nearly twenty-one, and desperately wanted a young man that she could share erotic pleasure with, and perhaps even find love with. She'd copied her mother in so many ways, but seemed not to have to fight them off, unlike Bev, who regularly attracted amorous admirers.

Bev and Lisa emerged from their gym session freshly showered and feeling full of energy. "Right, let's go down to the marina at Port Solent and have a nice lunch," Bev suggested. "It's my treat." Port Solent was a development of waterside apartments built around a marina full of expensive yachts and motor cruisers, all surrounded by shops, bars and restaurants. On a warm late summer's day, it was a lovely place to be.

They chose a shaded table overlooking the water and ordered filled baguettes and soft drinks. "So, are you still seeing Suzy?" Bev asked her daughter.

Lisa told her that she'd had a few interactions with the Morticia Addams lookalike, but that it had recently fizzled out. "She got a new girlfriend who she's really into, and I just stopped seeing her. I mean, I wasn't dumped, Mum, I just lost interest. Like I said, girls aren't what I want in the long term. I want what you and Dad have. Something that I'm ready to invest in, you know?"

After three years of adult dating, Lisa had become bored with casual flings, and wanted something more permanent. Her dream was to find someone with a decent income and then to move in with them. As a single girl, finding a property that she could afford to buy or rent in the local area was nigh on impossible, but she was itching to move out.

"Would it be fair to say that with someone like Suzy, you're in lust but not in love?" Bev asked. "And is it the case that you want both?" Lisa stared at her mother, experiencing something of a light bulb moment. No one had ever put it that way before, but now that she'd heard it said out loud, it perfectly summed up her situation. Lunch arrived, and the conversation moved on to more everyday topics, but Bev secretly resolved that she would look out for a suitable man for her daughter.

They returned home to an empty house, since Dave was away somewhere in Europe. Just as Bev settled down on the couch with a cup of tea, her phone buzzed. It was Dave, checking in from some truck stop on the continent. "Hey gorgeous," he said, "how's your day going?" Bev told him about their gym visit and their lunch, and he told her where he was, which turned out to be a rest area off of a German autobahn. "I'm annoyed that I'm missing George's leaving do tonight," he said.

"Oh god, I'd forgotten about that," Bev replied. "What a shame, 'cos I would have liked to go. I can't go on my own though. I'd feel stupid without you there." Bev heard a strange sound from Dave's cab. "What's that noise?" she asked him.

"It's the curtains in the cab," he answered, "I've just pulled them closed. It's still daylight and I fancy a bit of privacy, sort of thing."

Bev had known Dave long enough to know what he really meant: he wanted a bit of phone sex. Usually, Dave avoided masturbation when he was away, preferring instead to save his load for when he got home. He'd joke that he'd been delivering loads all week, and now had one final load to deliver. "David Gilbert," Bev teased, "have you got your cock in your hand, you naughty trucker?"

"Busted," he replied. "I was just thinking what might happen if you went to George's leaving do tonight and flirted with him in my absence. I mean, I bet you'd be wearing something sexy, wouldn't you? I know how horny you get when I'm away, so you might be unable to control yourself. George is a very handsome young fella, you know. Why don't you tell me what you'd do with him?" He put Bev on speaker phone.

Bev: "Would you mind if I was naughty with him?"

Dave: "How naughty?"

Bev: "Filthy."

Dave: "Would you suck his cock? I've heard it's very big."

Bev: "Oh yes, definitely. The inn has got rooms so I'd take him to one of those and deep throat him. I wouldn't let him cum in my mouth though."

Dave: "So would you let him fuck you?"

Bev: "Of course, as many times as he wanted. I'd make him cum inside me, baby."

Dave: "Which hole? Front or back?"

Bev: "Both, baby, both. Pussy first, then he'd finish in my ass. You know how I love a creampie in my tight little tushy. Then I'd stick a finger in my bottom and taste him. Either that, or order him to lick his cum from my ass. By then he'd be hard again and we could carry on."

Bev: "Dave? Are you there? Oh, I see...... was that good?"

Dave: "Fuck, darling, I've made a right mess everywhere! Oh, that was so nice, thank you. My balls were getting so big that I couldn't get comfortable when driving. It was becoming a safety issue, you see. But seriously, why don't you go tonight? I don't even mind if you flirt a bit with George. It'll make the other lads envious of my hot wife."

Bev reminded him to drive safely, sent a kiss over the airwaves and hung up. Suddenly, a plan formed in her mind. She called upstairs, "Lisa? Can you hear me? I'm going out tonight, OK?"

The Fighting Cocks Inn, 8 p. m. that night

Bev knew that her entrance would create quite a stir, which was why she'd delayed arriving at George's leaving do until a few beers had flowed. She'd chosen an outfit that left little to the imagination and was designed to get attention. The inn itself was usually a quiet country pub close to Dave's truck depot out in the Hampshire countryside. Tonight, however, a dozen men from Dave's work had gathered to wish George well in his new career as a vehicle technician at a Volvo truck garage, so it was a little more rowdy than usual.

George was twenty-five and worked in the maintenance department of the haulage company, keeping the trucks on the road unless they needed a major repair. Those big jobs were done at the manufacturer's official facility, which was where George was going. Good technicians were highly sought after, and George would be getting a substantial pay rise at his new job. George himself was ambitious, and career progression at Volvo was rumoured to be good.

As soon as Bev entered the pub, there was a noticeable reduction in the noise level. Conversations stopped and jaws hung open as she confidently sashayed towards George's group. She wore ankle boots with a high heel, tight black leather jeans and a close fitting black leather crop top with shoulder straps, laced at the front. Everyone could see she wore no bra, meaning that the outline of her nipple rings was clearly visible through her top.

She was known to the men from previous social events, but none of them had ever seen her dressed so provocatively, nor without big Dave accompanying her. "On your own tonight then Bev?" asked Stan, one of the drivers. He was a fat man in his sixties, and not Bev's target. She smiled sweetly at him, said, "Hello Stanley. Yes, just little old me tonight," and made a beeline for George, who was at the bar buying drinks for everyone.

George was around six feet tall, with fair tousled hair piled on his head in an unruly mop. He had carefully groomed stubble, dazzling blue eyes, a strong jawline and a warm smile with perfect teeth. He spent his days wielding heavy tools and equipment, and was naturally rugged. He had joined a rowing club when he was eighteen, and it showed. His torso was muscular, his biceps bulged and one could see his big leg muscles inside his tight denim jeans.

George was good looking, no doubt. His problem was that there was only one female who worked at the haulage firm, who was the payroll clerk and bookkeeper, a plump woman called Valerie who was in her fifties. "Hey George, remember me?" smiled Bev, "I'm Bev, Dave's wife. I'll have a cocktail if you're buying. Sex On The Beach, please." Eyebrows were raised and glances exchanged but she ignored them. She leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Tell me all about your new job, George."

Bev blocked out the grumbling and mumbling that emanated from the group. They had been having a fine time exchanging banter, talking about work, football, the price of diesel fuel, Volvo trucks and other manly things. George was the youngest of the group by miles; the next youngest was forty-two. They grumbled because some hot woman had interrupted them, and seemed to have captured George's attention. Of course, no one said anything out loud, because she was Dave's missus, and you didn't get on Dave's wrong side.

Two hours later, all of George's colleagues had slapped him on the back, wished him well at his new job, and had gone home. Their young work mate only, it appeared, had eyes for Bev, and since he'd run out of money to buy them drinks, there was no reason to stay. Bev had George to herself, quite literally. There were no other customers in the pub.

"So, George," Bev cooed, realising that the young man was a little drunk, "tell me about the lucky girl waiting for you at home. Or guy, of course," she added hastily. One never knew these days. George replied that he was single, and found it impossible to meet the right sort of girl. "Really? You surprise me, George," she answered. "I mean, you're drop dead gorgeous, so I can't believe you haven't been snapped up."

Bev became aware that George was staring at her chest. Her nipples had become erect, because the angle she was sat at, perched high on a bar stool, meant that her clit ring was rubbing firmly against her clitoris. She was, she knew, becoming more and more turned on. Just as she was pondering what to say next, George said, "I'm sorry, Bev, I'm being so rude, staring at you like that. It's just that I'm fascinated by your, umm, jewellery."

"Oh, you mean these?" Bev asked, stroking her rings through the thin leather of her top. "Do you like them? I mean, what about body jewellery generally? My tummy bar, for example, do you like that?" Her crop top left her belly exposed, making her tummy jewellery obvious.

George had worked his way through four pints of strong ale, and his inhibitions had vanished, although his manners and politeness remained intact. His reply was honest. "Your rings are so sexy, Bev. I mean, wow! I think your whole look is amazing, actually. Have you got any tattoos or other piercings?" He suddenly realised how intrusive his question was. "Gosh, I'm sorry, that was a really personal question. Forget I said it."

Bev knew that the moment had arrived. She had this young man almost salivating in front of her. She just needed to explore one more thing. "Do you think I'm hot, George?" He nodded vigorously. "And you like the leather, boots, piercings, hair, makeup, all that, yes?" George replied that he loved her look and thought that, certainly, she was red hot. "What about the fact I'm fifteen years older than you?" she asked. "Would you prefer me looking like this but, say, twenty years younger? Be honest now."

George knew he should choose his words carefully. The last thing he wanted was to offend Bev, who he genuinely thought looked fantastic and very, very sexy. Deep inside, he knew that she wasn't a long term possibility; there was her age, not to mention the fact she was married to big Dave. "W-well," he stuttered, "I-I mean, yeah, if we had a time machine or something, then, umm, y-yeah." He laughed nervously and shifted uncomfortably on his bar stool. "Sorry, Bev, but I need the toilet," he said, which was no surprise after four pints.

As he headed for the men's restroom, Bev picked up her phone, pressed the button for a saved number, and said, "It's all going to plan. Get in here now."

When George re-entered the bar area, he was greeted by an astonishing sight. Bev appeared to have been joined by her younger twin sister. Sensing his surprise, Bev said, "This, George, is my daughter Lisa. She's twenty-one, single, and just as horny as her mother. Very similar piercings, too. I think you'll really like her, so I'm going to leave you two to get to know each other. Think of me as the mark one and Lisa as the newer mark two model. Whether she's an improvement is something you'll have to figure out. Goodnight, bambinos."

Bev trotted out to her car before George or her daughter could say anything. To be on the safe side, she waited for half an hour until it was nearly closing time. The pair remained inside, so it was safe to assume they were getting to know each other. Satisfied, she drove home, smiling to herself. They could get Ubers out here, she knew. Even better, the inn had rooms, should they decide to get to know each other really well.

Three months later, Christmas Eve

The tradition in the Gilberts' household was to have a seafood feast on Christmas Eve, because the following day they'd be eating much more solid and heavy fare. Laid out on the dining table were king prawns, green lip mussels, pan-fried scallops, crab and a few oysters. Expensive Chablis chilled in an ice bucket, and there were dishes containing garlic bread and green salad.

As they sat down to eat, Bev checked one more time. "You sure you like everything here, George? You're definitely not allergic to oysters or anything, no? Say now if you are, because I'm far too squiffy to drive you to hospital, and you won't want mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Dave. His beard is really scratchy." George grinned; he was still getting used to Bev's sense of humour.

Dave filled their glasses, and stood to propose a toast. "Here's to the best time of the year, Christmas. A special welcome to you, George, although we already consider you part of the family."

"Oh for pity's sake, David, sit down and stop embarrassing the poor boy!" Bev hissed. "I'm sorry, George, I suspect Dave's been sniffing the diesel again. Please ignore him. It works for me."

George snickered, because he was enjoying the banter. Tomorrow, he and Lisa would make the short trip to his parents' house, where they would be overrun by excited nieces and nephews, courtesy of George's older siblings. For now, it was nice to have relative tranquility, not to mention delicious food and drink. "It's fine, guys," he said, squeezing Lisa's hand under the table. "At least you're not yelling swear words at each other, like my Mum and Dad do."

"That reminds me," Dave said, "we really must fix a date to meet Jim and Kath. You know, Lisa's future in-laws, and all that. Oww! That hurt, Bev!" he yelped, as she kicked him hard.

There was an uncomfortable silence, as the others processed what Dave had just said. Eventually, Bev glared at her husband, and said, "That, Dave, is a yellow card. Any more daft comments and it'll be a red, and you'll finish your dinner in the garden shed, OK? And don't even think of asking FIFA to rescind the red card, either." Her joke broke the tension, and they carried on eating.

Lisa cleared her throat, and said, "We do have a bit of an announcement, actually, Mum and Dad." Her parents looked up, frowning, because it was clear from the tone of her voice that she was being serious. "George has asked me to move in with him, and I've said yes. Sorry Dad, but this month's rent will be my last!"

Bev leapt from her seat, ran around the table, and hugged Lisa and George as they stood. "That's wonderful, darlings, it really is! Dave, say something!"

"Yeah, it's brilliant news," Dave said, his voice thick with emotion. He stood, shook George by the hand, and added, "Look after her, mate, won't you? Precious cargo and all that." There was another silence, before Dave continued, "Also, on the bright side, once the house is empty I won't have to stuff your mother's knickers in her mouth when she cums. She can be as loud as she likes!" He ducked as a piece of garlic bread thrown by Bev whistled past his head. "What? It's true! Merry Christmas, everyone!"

The End.