"No healthy person, it appears, can fail to make some addition that might be called perverse to the normal sexual aim; and the universality of this finding is in itself enough to show how inappropriate it is to use the word perversion as a term of reproach."
-- Sigmund Freud
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“Kyle?”
Star slithered up his sprawled-out body, snuggling in under his arm while her hand idly toyed with his limp, recently-depleted penis. His hips twitched. “Remember those pictures we took yesterday.” The soft hand covered his manhood, cuddled, squeezed. The hand opened to move upward from his belly, fingers splaying out to play in the furry patch of soft chest hair.
“Yeah?” He stretched back luxuriously. They had spent day at Redondo Beach, where Star kept pestering him with her new digital camera, taking picture after picture of him as he lay out in the sun.
“I showed those pictures to my Mom last night. She loved the. She thinks you’re really cute”
“So?”
“So, she wants to meet you. You’d like Mom. She’s really hot. All the guys say I got the hottest Mom.”
***
They might well have been sisters. Everyone said so, especially the first time they saw the two of them together. Both were slightly-built blondes, not exactly authentic blondes, but almost the real thing; they used the same silver-yellow rinse. Flo kept her hair in a short helmet with a splay of loose bangs -- a pert style she liked to think made her look a little like Carol Burnett. Star wore hers shoulder-length, long and straight. Otherwise they looked remarkably alike. They even dressed alike, in colorful sexy things: tight miniskirts and skimpy tank tops, high-heels and big looped earrings. They often borrowed each other’s clothes.
And they had pretty much the same features: wide, pouty mouths, small chins and gorgeous, big brown eyes; the same perky smile that broadcast to clearly interested guys, and the guys were always interested -- here were a couple of fun-loving party girls! Of course, guys would have guessed they were gal pals, maybe roommates, probably even sisters; few would have figured out that the two were mother and daughter. Only when they stood side by side could one notice the striking similarities and the subtle differences. Star a somewhat shorter, more boyish version of the slim, small-breasted blonde, a bit thinner, her features sharper, her chin, more pointy.
But these two were more than mother and daughter. They had grown into the best of friends, close, even intimate friends. Sometimes they went out looking for a little excitement, dressed up to hit the bars. And they loved shopping together, giggling like schoolgirls as they jammed into some tiny dressing room to try on clothes and primp before the full length mirrors, showing off. You could see them at Victoria’s Secret fingering sexy scraps of skimpy lingerie held up for mutual inspection. The two were inseparable. They told each other everything, sharing all their little secrets, as they always had… ever since Star was a little girl.
Nothing was off limits between them. They told each other every detail about the various men in their lives. They talked about sex. A lot. For it soon became clear with each passing day, as Flo’s little girl grew into a skinny teenager, that Star had inherited every bit of her mother’s lusty exuberance. The kid was boy-crazy; Flo nodded and smiled knowingly to herself. She saw so much of herself in her always-randy daughter. No sooner had Star had her first period, then her Mom had promptly hauled her off to be fitted with a diaphragm.
Flo didn’t have to be told about raging hormones. She knew exactly what the young boys were after. No different than men, just younger. She herself had been a free spirited teenager, terribly horny, bouncing from one bed to another before hooking up with a long-haired musician named Jack and happily tagging along when he decided to truck on out to California. And when the gig he‘d been promised fell through after a few months and they split, she had stayed on there, in the shabby little plywood apartment they had just a few miles from the beach. It was a weather-beaten run-down place, but it was near the beach. And it was cheap.
A month after Jack left she found he had left her knocked-up, pregnant with Star. But she never turned back. There was nothing for her back east, and besides she felt right at home in the laid-back life style she found on the coast.
By the time Star was born, Flo had depleted her meager savings. Running out of money, she struggled to make ends meet while going through the motions in a string of boring low-paying jobs. Then she did what other pretty girls alone in L.A. with no resources did. She became a stripper. It was a natural. Flo loved music, loved dancing, loved getting all dolled up in something sexy to make the local bar scene. She had a great pair of legs, everyone said so, and a nice tight butt. And if her perky breasts were a bit on the skimpy side, she knew how to make the most of what she had. The men who admired her lean, taut body whipping around the pole, would never have guessed the wildly gyrating chick on the pole was somebody’s Mom?
The money she made stripping was pretty good, easy money really, but the late hours made it hard to look after the kid. So when Claire offered her a different kind of easy money, she jumped at it. Claire approached her one night after her set with an offer to go to work for her. She ran an escort agency, - strictly a class outfit. She treated her girls generously, took good care of them, and best of all, let them decide how much time they could give to the agency. For the young mother, it was a dream job.
As Star got older, Flo told her more and more about “Mom’s job,” and by the time she was a teenager, the two were laughing over the stories Flo would tell of the latest evening’s forays. These stories often left the growing Star in a mildly tingling and slightly warm state.
Like her mother, Star was growing into an uninhibited, pleasure-seeker, one who turned heads as she paraded along the beach in her high heeled sandals, her trim, pertly rounded bottom left brazenly exposed by a tiny yellow thong that threaded between her tight cheeks — a long-haired, bleached-blond California girl; lean and sleek and deliciously tanned. And like her mother, Star was proud of her hard young body, which she flaunted with all the nonchalance of a casual exhibitionist who’s hot, and pretty, and damn well knows it! The coltish blonde attracted a swarm of teenaged guys, all of them eager to get into her pants; soon she had her own intimate stories to rival her mother’s.
Of course it occurred to Flo that her offspring was giving away the very thing that she herself was charging good money for, and at some point they might easily double their household income. It was worth thinking about,…but not quite yet. Meanwhile Flo found herself eyeing up the young guys that followed her pretty daughter like puppy dogs drooling, with tongues hanging out.
***
“Oh yeah. Sweet cakes!” Flo pronounced as she leaned down over her daughter’s shoulder to get a closer look at the images marching in review in 5-second sequence on the computer’s screen. “Look at them hard buns …big shoulders…mmmm…yummy! Momma could use some of that!” she purred, giving Star an affectionate hug, as she eyed up a young well-built guy in the tight spandex briefs who stood stolidly in a widened stance, the surf lapping up to his thighs as she looked over his shoulder at the digital camera, a crooked smile on his amused lips.
“Honey, if he’s half as good a fuck as you say, you got a winner there.”
“Yep, he’s good alright,” her daughter nodded knowingly.
For a moment the two females regarded the lighted screen together in silent communion.
“You got to bring him around some time. I’d love to meet him.”
“Yeah. Sure. That’s all you want to do just meet him?” Star teased.
“Why Honey, whatever do you mean?” Flo replied, straightening up in mock outrage, even as she kept her hungry eyes glued to the beefsteak parade. “I just think we should get better acquainted.”
“Yeah, and I know just what part of him you want to get acquainted with.” The accusation was tinged with raunchy good humor. “The same part you
wanted to ‘get acquainted on’ when I brought around Barry, and Lyndon, and Spike.”
“Yeah, Lyndon. Quite a package on that kid!” Flo remembered dreamily, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Star, with a knowing smile, shook her head slowly from side to side. “You really are one horny old broad.”
“C’mon, Hon. Be nice to Momma,” she wheedled. “I only want to borrow your little friend. I’ll give him right back, I promise. We can even do him together, like Spike. That’d be fun, wouldn’t it?”
“Oh, all right,” Star let herself be persuaded. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll bring you a present on Saturday.”
Flo threw an arm around her daughter’s shoulder, gave her squeeze, and a quick peck on the cheek.
“Oh, thank you Sweetie!” she enthused. “You know Mommy just loooves presents.”
“Yeah, well you’re gonna like his one.”
“And do you think your little friend will want to play?”
“Yeah, just go slow with him okay? He’s kinda quiet. I’m not sure he’s ready for you. And besides, I don’t want to scare him off.”
“A little shy, huh? That’s cute. I love shy. Just leave everything to Mommy. Mommy knows just how to handle shy boys.”
***
Star always got a kick of watching a new boyfriend’s reactions when he first set eyes on her sexy, mini-skirted mom. So, sitting beside Kyle on the sofa, she kept her eyes on his face now as he turned to watch Flo make her entrance, prancing down the open circular staircase in her 4-inch heeled sandals, her black and white floral print flouncing about her stockinged thighs with each bouncy step she took.
“So you’re Kyle!” she bubbled as the gaping boy got to his feet, though not quickly enough to properly absorb the impact of the vivacious blonde who charged to clasp him in a surprisingly vehement hug. “Star has told me all about you!” she enthused. Squeezing him extra hard, she kept the overwhelmed kid locked in her tightened embrace just long enough to give him a good feel of her unrestrained breasts shifting liquidly under the thin silkiness of the loose dress, as well as a strong whiff of her heady perfume.
With a big wet kiss on the cheek she finally relinquished the boyfriend, motioning him to sit back down, while she took a chair across from the other two, letting her sparkling eyes frankly study the blue-jeaned, T-shirted guy with the thick shock of brown hair.
Kyle found her gaze unsettling, and as the two had been sharing some weed when she came in, he now instinctively moved to cover the roach, but Flo caught the gesture.
“Ummm. What’s that I smell?” she asked, sniffing the sweet-burning scent in the air. “Can I have some of that?”
Kyle tried a crooked smile and reached across to offer the cigarette to her. She leaned forward to accept it, knowing he’d appreciate the view down the billowy vee of her dress. But instead of taking the toke from him, she took his extended hand in hers, turned it, and drew the offering to her painted lips. They watched her take a long luxurious drag, and then settle back, casually crossing her legs, sending a sandled foot rocking slowly up and down. Seeing the boy’s eyes drop to the newly-uncovered expanse of nyloned thigh as her short skirt rode up, made Flo smile. Kyle saw that smile, and it came to him in a thunderclap: ‘She’s coming on to me!’ A surge of tingly little excitement niggled at him.
“Uh, you got a nice place here, Mrs. Henley,” he tried lamely, as he managed to tear his eyes away from those attractive legs.
“C’mon Kyle, call me ‘Flo’. Yeah, we like it. Got a pool out back, and a hot tub big enough for four…or three.” She added meaningfully, flashing their guest a wicked grin, while her daughter gave her a thin, long-suffering smile, and sent her eyes to the heavens in mock disbelief. Flo ignored her, and blithely rattled on.
“Still the place’s kinda big for the two of us -- just Star and me. No ‘man around the house’ as they say. Although I gotta tell you, we do have our share of guests around here. People always coming and going around here; mostly guys for some reason.” And here she gave her guest a sly wink. “We even got a spare room just for guests, though it doesn’t get much use. I mean, can you imagine any guy wanting to sleep in the guest room when he can have his choice of two such gorgeous chicks?” Her sparkling eyes regarded the boyfriend; a teasing smile played over her lips.
Kyle avoided her eyes, took a nervous drag on the cigarette; offered it to Star. Star took the toke in one hand, and shifted closer against him while the other hand claimed possession of his blue-jeaned thigh, there to begin a slow stroking while concentrated on her smoke.
“Yeah, I see what you mean,” the boy said through a forced stream of thin gray smoke.
“Sure, just look at the kid here. She’s quite a hottie, huh?! You’re a lucky guy, Kyle. Of course, there are guys who say I’m not so bad myself…for an old broad.”
“Er…I think you’re great looking, Flo. Really pretty.”
“Oh, ain’t you sweet.”
“See I told you you’d like Mom,” Star now interjected, while her hand continued its languid rubbing of the boy’s leg through the blue denim.
“ I think I got the hottest Mom on the planet.” She gave Kyle a quick kiss on the cheek. “She’s a dancer you know. Got dynamite legs. Mom, why don’t you show Kyle your legs? Do you want to see them, Kyle? Want to see Mom’s legs?”
“Err..sure. Yeah!” the rattled kid managed to get out. Uncomfortably warm, the boyfriend could feel himself sweating now, acutely aware of the bulge straining the front of his jeans, as the practiced mother-daughter tag team swung into full action.
Flo grinned. “Well, I don’t want to shock you or anything, but…what-the-hell,” she said as though finally persuaded. “You’re a big boy. I can see that!” The reference to his tented crotch did not go unnoticed, nor did the obvious direction of her pointed gaze. Flo bounded to her feet and stepped around the intervening coffee table to be sure the lad had an unobstructed view.
They watched the older woman gather up two handfuls of her dress and promptly hike it up while giving her little audience one of those sexy wiggles she had learned in her days as a pole dancer. To the young guy’s surprise, the rising hem didn’t stop till the ex-stripper had it all the way up around her waist! She casually uncovered the entire length of her tall tapering legs…and so much more. He gazed fascinated at her mouth-watering thighs she was showing off, and there, between them, a skimpy thong was clearly visible under the press of a snug pantyhose that smoothed and shaped her loins.
“You like?” Flo asked coyly.
“Wow.” Was all the rattled kid could come out with in his suddenly low husky voice. Star had edged even closer and was now cuddling up against him, nuzzling along his neck, her tantalizing hand exploring his crotch.
Flo grinned at the sincerity of the compliment and turned on her heel, still holding the print dress up and working her hands around so that the skirt in back was now lifted up, uncovering her full-curved behind packed in honey-tinted pantyhose.
“Still got the butt of teenager. Not bad for a 42 year-old gal, huh, Kyle? Hey, Hon, I think your boyfriend likes me!” she crowed, looking over her shoulder as she stood there with the hoisted dress cheerfully held up around her waist.
“Oh yeah,” her daughter said, sending her hand from the top of Kyle’s leg down along the inner contour of his thigh to delve into his crotch. Both mother and boyfriend watched the flattened palm of the slow moving hand deep-rub the tented penis that twitched and throbbed in anticipation. “I can tell,” she growled.
“I told you you’d like Mom, didn’t I, Kyle?” she breathed in the twisting boy’s ear, her hot breath making him quiver. The guy was burning up. She gave him no respite. “Bet you’d like to get your hands on her...like to fuck her, wouldn’t you?” she hissed emphatically, as the hand that had been playing in his lap suddenly grabbed him, gave him a hard squeeze through his pants. “You know what? Knowing Mom, I’m sure she’d like to do it too. She thinks you’re cute. How about it Mom?�
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“You better believe it, kid!” Flo gave the boy big smiles. “Hey stud, wanna fuck?” She leaned over, hands on her knees, and wagged her jutting butt straight back at the dumbstruck boy.
“I…I’m not sure…” he stammered, looking to his girlfriend in his confusion. Flo, watching him over her shoulder, saw the inquisitive plea and laughed. “Don’t worry about Star.” She turned to him. Her dress dropped into place as, smiling broadly, she took a step toward him.
“She won’t mind if you let Mom borrow a little of that big cock of yours, will you Hon? Looks to me like you got plenty to go around.” Flo put a knee on the sofa right between the out-stretched blue-jeaned legs, leaned into him while her flattened hand on his chest pressed the astonished guy back into the cradling pillows.
“Of course, Star will want some too. I mean, who can blame her? After all, she’s the one that found you”
She was looking directly into his wide, wondering eyes as her hand slipped under his T-shirt and felt its way down his chest muscles to tease along his flinching belly.
“ How about it stud? Do you think you’re man enough to take on two hot chicks?”
Kyle whimpered as tantalizing fingertips dipped below his beltline. Then Star ceded her boyfriend’s crotch to her mother who seamlessly took over tracing the outline of his rigid penis.
“Yeah, we think it’s only fair that we get to share this gorgeous cock of yours,” the older woman purred. Now she was undoing his jeans, attacking the zipper while her daughter assisted her, the two working together like the well-oiled team they were.
Kyle didn’t trust his voice to say anything, so he just obligingly lifted his hips while the two women pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his painfully stiff cock to spring upright before them.
“Oh, yeah, Hon,” Flo enthused. “You were right about that lovely cock of his.” Her fingers closed on the object of her unabashed admiration. “So nice and smooth; strong, and really hard. Mmmmm…scrumptious. Moma does love hard cocks, just like this,” she purred, curling her fingers, clenching him tightly with bright red talons digging into the meaty shaft.
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