She was Coming Over to Have a Chat

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Mel, Kim's grown up daughter

Kim, Mel's Mother.

As with my other stories they are in two parts. Part One sets the scene and has only references to sex but emphasises the emotions of the females involved. The sex is in part 2. With this story there might not be a part 2 unless of course you would like one.

This story was inspired by a Reddit post asking for advice in a similar situation.

Part 1

My daughter phoned last night to tell me she was coming over this morning for a coffee. She said she had something to ask me, so here I am doing odd jobs and waiting for her to arrive.

As usual she was late but that was to be expected of a 29 year old mum who also worked and kept a clean and tidy house. I knew from my frequent visits to their home.

When she arrived it was like a blast of activity. She always seemed to be rushing to the next task.

She is a little taller than me and a little slimmer than me with a wonderful complexion and mousey blonde hair. Of course I'm biased but I think she is very attractive.

"Hi mum, how are you?" she breezed in.

"Hi Mel dear, Oh, I'm alright. I can't grumble." I replied.

"I don't start work till twelve so I have a bit of time to chat." She informed me.

"In that case you'll want a coffee then?" I asked.

"Yes please Mum,"

"Sugar?" I enquired.

"Yes, two please, I always find coffee too bitter."

"How is Mark?" I asked from the kitchen as I prepared the hot drinks.

"He's ok. He works hard and he's a good dad." She said as I brought in the drinks.

"Yes he is. You're a lucky woman to have a devoted husband." I told her.

"You had a devoted husband to." she said. "It's been over three years since we lost dad."

"Yes, it has and I miss him every day." I informed her.

"Well that's what I wanted to talk to you about." She said.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Please don't take this the wrong way mum but I mean well."

"Are you trying to set me up on some sort of blind date?" I asked.

"Not exactly, but dad was ill for months before he died, and as you say, it's been three years since the funeral."

"So?" I asked mystified.

"That's a long time to go without having any sex." she calmly told me.

"That's none of your business." I told her sharply.

"Well it is really, I've seen you go from part of a couple to a little mouse." She informed me.

"That's not true." I said.

"Mum, you wear those slacks and sensible shoes and sensible tops. It's like your femininity has drained away. You were always so feminine before."

"I'm sorry you think that." I said coldly. "I'm fifty one and I don't take kindly to you telling me things like that." I said angrily.

"Well it had to be said and who else would tell you?" She asked.

"I suppose you think I'm ready to date men again?" I said tersely.

"Not if you don't want to." she answered.

"So why bring it up?" I asked.

"Everyone should be able to be intimate as often as they like but that doesn't mean you have to be in a relationship." She told me.

"I still don't get why you're talking about this."

"Because I want you to be happy and fulfilled mum."

"I'm happy enough. I've got my garden and a few friends and the those kids of yours." I listed.

"Oh god, I didn't think it was going to be so hard as this." She stammered.

"What is it you're trying to say?" I asked even more mystified.

"Ok, here goes. Mum when was the last time you had an orgasm?" she asked me straight faced.

I felt myself blushing but the indignity kicked in. "That is nothing to do with you." Defensive anger again.

"Was it with dad?" she demanded.

"I'm not talking to you about this." Raised voice now and deepening blush.

"That must be nearly four years ago mum. You need to feel someone close to you again."

"I'm very happy with my life."

"Mum, I know you had a very active sex life with dad. We all grew up in the same house."

Blushing fiercely I said "Please stop talking about this,"

"Be honest, you miss having a man on top of you." She almost screamed at me.

"Of course I bloody do. It's been so lonely." With that the tears started to flow down my cheeks in a way I hadn't cried for many months.

Mel came around the table and we hugged for a long time. "It's ok Mum" I heard as my tears made a wet patch on her shoulder.

After some dabbing of tears from mine and Mel's cheeks and a blow of my nose I got myself under control.

"I don't think I will ever find a man like your father and you hear so many stories about bad men. It's scary out there." I told her.

"Yes Mum it is. That's why if you want to meet men just for some sex you should listen to what I have to say."

"Oh god, how did we get into this conversation?" I asked her still blushing furiously.

"Because I made you." She told me.

"So what are you saying?" I asked fearing the answer.

"I talked this through with Mark." She said and I groaned. "and we have agreed to share our secret with you."

"I'm not sure I want to know this." I said dreading what their secret was.

"Well mum when you baby sat, did you notice that I was always dressed very sexily?"

"Well yes, but you're a very pretty woman." I innocently said.

"Mum, me and Mark are swingers. We have been for a long while." She informed me.

I must have looked blankly at her for a while because she seemed to think I needed expansion on that revelation.

"We go to swinger events and have sex with other couples."

"Oh my god, I thought that was some sort of fantasy that men dreamed up."

"No mum, it's very common these days particularly if you're in your forties."

"So what are you suggesting, I get myself an invite?" I asked.

"No mum, I'm suggesting that me and Mark take you to a party with us. That way you will be safe and we can look after you."

"You have to be joking." I said outraged.

"Oh mum I haven't done a very good job of telling you how liberating it is." She said.

"It may be for you but I'm fifty one and I don't do that sort of thing." I told her.

"Mum, it doesn't matter how old you are, you need some intimacy in your life and the confidence boost you get when you realise that you are still attractive to men can't be ignored."

"I think I'm confident that I don't need anything seedy like that in my life." I said.

"It's not seedy mum, just human."

"Did Mark make you do it?" I enquired.

"Mark can't make me do anything, It was my idea." She said.

"My god, why would you even suggest that if you are happily married?" I asked.

"Because I'm like you mum, I have a high sex drive. I want a lot of sex but even Mark will never be enough for me. He knows that and has excepted it. We are happily married anyway."

"How can you be if you sleep with other men?"

"I don't. We do everything together. I never cheat on him."

"I just can't understand you."

"It's pretty easy mum, we have sex with other couples, sometimes they're the same age as you." She said.

"I thought you were so good together." I told her.

"We are mum, better than you ever thought." She answered.

"And Mark is ok with this invite of yours is he?" I asked.

"Yes, he's actually really keen to have you with us," she informed me.

"Oh, why would that be?" I wanted to know.

"He just wants you to be happy and fulfilled, just like me. We've both seen how you have shrunk as a woman over the last three years and we want to see you back at your confident self."

"Well, I'm not the woman I was I admit that." I conceded.

"So you'll think about it?" she asked.

"You realise that things have gone a bit south don't you. What used to point forward now points down and what was firm is a bit looser after you three kids."

"No one will be interested in that mum, besides there are all shapes and sizes and ages there."

"And I don't have a man to go with so I won't be swapping anything." I said.

"Loads of single women attend parties so you won't stand out. Besides, we will look after you." She said.

"I haven't agreed to anything yet." I reminded her.

"Well, you can ask me anything."

"If I did agree to this, when would it be?"

"Friday night."

"Christ, that soon." I said.

"Why wait." She smiled at me.

"So what happens at one of these parties?" I asked.

"Well it's just like any other party at first." She told me. "It's just drinks and chat, getting to know people."

"But that doesn't last I suppose?" I asked.

"Well no. There's an amazing amount of sexual tension that builds up." She informed.

"And then?" I wanted to know.

"Well, hopefully there is someone that you find attractive and everyone moves to the bedroom."

"Just like that?" I asked.

"Well, yes I suppose."

"And if I didn't want to do anything?" I asked.

"It's up to you, no one will hold it against you." She said.

"And you won't see anything if I do decide I'm attracted to someone."

"Ah, I can't say that, there is always a lot going on." She said.

"Be honest with me Mel." I said.

"Ok, sorry, we've got you this far. The truth is that it will turn into a room full of naked bodies. You might see me or Mark with other people. Truth is Mark has a fantasy that he might romance you into a bit of play."

"Play? Is that what you call it?" I asked.

"Yes Mum, grown up play." She said.

"Are you really offering your husband to me?" I asked with that blush again.

"No, but in the circumstances it might happen." She said.

"I'm not sure I have the courage to take off my clothes in front of people I've just met and you and Mark of course." I said.

"Of course Mum, once you're naked it's not such a big deal if everyone else is, but nice lingerie is always sexy to wear. We can order something online, it will be here in twenty four hours."

"Oh I don't know." I said

"No granny knickers for you mum."

"Do they really have sex, sorry, play in front of everyone else?"

"Mostly everyone is too busy to notice, but it is so sexy. You'll feel like a sexy woman afterwards I guarantee it." She told me.

"And you've seen Mark play with women?" I needed to know.

"Yes mum, loads of times. I find it a turn on."

"And he's seen you?" I asked.

"Yes of course, he's even joined in with the play." She informed me without embarrassment.

"Joined you?"

"Yes mum, a woman can enjoy two men at the same time, it's very intense."

"I think that's a bit too much information." I said.

"Mark has joined in when I've been playing with another woman."

"Oh Mel, what are you telling me?"

"I'm Bisexual mum. I knew I had to tell you when me and Mark decided to do this."

"Well, I never guessed." I said a little put out about this revelation.

"I realised at school and Mark knew from the start. It's how we stay together."

"Ah, I see, you get to sleep with other women and he gets to as well." I realised aloud.

"Yes, that's it mum, I couldn't go through life as a straight woman, I need to be myself and Mark lets that happen."

"Wow, that's a lot to take in." I said. "In the heat of the moment, you might find yourself accidently touching me." I realised.

"Well it wouldn't be the end of the world, after all it's only sex." She stated.

"Well I'm not sure that I would be happy with that at this stage." I said.

"Well of course not mum." She conceded.

"Still it takes an awful lot to do what you're suggesting."

"Just be yourself and don't do anything that you don't want to. Swingers are a respectful lot. No means no."

"Aren't you embarrassed when you do, I mean play?" I asked.

"I was at first. I remember our first meet."

"Oh?"

"yeh, I was shaking with fear and excitement and I wasn't sure how Mark would react even though he said it would be ok."

"But it worked out for you both?"

"Yeh, there was no bi sex stuff, but when Mark smiled at me as I was sucking the other man's cock, I knew it would be ok."

"Mel. Too much!" I groaned with embarrassment.

"Not really, mum, you're going to see a lot more than that if our plan comes together." She informed me. "You sucked dad's cock didn't you?"

"Mel, please?" I blushed.

"Well did you?

"I can't tell you that." I retorted.

"It's ok mum, men will love going down on you. They'll make you cum over and over."

"I'm not listening Mel.

"Sorry mum, I wanted you to be prepared. I'm a moaner when I'm being fucked so you'll definitely hear me. Are you?"

"Yes, oh I told you I wasn't discussing anything like that."

"I know that one of the men who will be there Friday has a really big cock. You must try it."

"Really, how big?" I couldn't help myself.

"Must be eight inches and really fat. I came as soon as he entered me."

"Oh my he's had you?" I asked.

"Yes he was amazing, I know you will love him.

"Anyone else I should look forward to?" I asked.

"They're all good lovers. I always have a fantastic time. Mark says that I look well fucked by the time he gets me home."

"I never knew you were like this."

"Mum, swinging has opened my eyes to a new me. I love sex with men and women in many ways. I hope you make the same realisation."

"Well if I do this I hope I do to."

"I've enjoyed our chat mum." She said.

Truth be told, I had enjoyed the filth that she had uttered as my vagina was feeling the first signs of arousal in many years. I didn't dare tell Mel, as the thought of another woman engaging in sex with me was thrilling and so taboo. The man with the large cock was lighting a fire at the thought that it might get close to my vagina and maybe, just maybe it would work it's way inside me.

To distract me/her I asked:

"So how do you know I don't have any sexy lingerie?"

"I just assumed. Have you?" she asked.

"I have a few items." I admitted.

"Well let's go and have a look." She said.

After half an hour of looking through my bottom drawer and another hour ordering new stuff on line, she left me and went to her next "to do" for the day.

I searched the kitchen and eventually found a pair of AA batteries that fitted the vibrator that had not been used since before my husband's illness.

For an hour I fucked myself with the buzzing object until the batteries gave out and I was laying in a large damp patch. I tried to keep it down but hopefully the neighbours were out to work.

After that I did a lot of thinking about what she had said to me. While I was excited I was also terrified at the potential humiliation and embarrassment that might be involved as well as the prospect of "playing" with my son in law or possible incest with my bisexual daughter.

Later that night.

Ring, ring, click, this is the voicemail for... Mel.

"Hi love it's your mum. I don't think what we discussed earlier is for me. I hope you're not disappointed. Sorry love, I'll speak to you soon."