By day I am a journalist, working on projects that include wholesome nature restorations and land grant activities. My income stems from all kinds of sources from what I document and publish regarding the variances of the before, present, and after.
By night I feed on untapped energy I find around me. Sometimes it comes from shopping in an antique store. Other times I find the conversation hits the right tone and I’m good for an entire week of surplus enthusiasm for everything.
On this occasion, I picked up energy from a local café I had come across. Hazmat Coffee Personal Delivery. What a name, as I stared at the uniquely plain signage. I walked into the tone of a ringing bell at the door. The line was medium for the size of the room, which was gigantic. There was a lounge waiting area off to the side, for those who had placed an order and paid. The order takers were first, asking for a funny word instead of a person’s name. After I had realized what they were asking, I heard a man say “cocktails”. I liked the good humor of it all.
The woman in front of me was tall and slender. I think anyone who laid eyes on her would say she was a well-to-do mother. It was quite refreshing actually. Her clothing wasn’t exactly plain but it was moderate and she spoke like a mother would if her child were standing beside her. I waited to hear what her funny word would be and then it came. “Beetlejuice”.
I was mesmerized for a moment. It was literally the perfect word. Who didn’t like the Beetlejuice movie?
Next in line, I hopped up to the order taker and had forgotten to think up my own word. In the moment I blurted out, “hypotenuse”. I had just watched the funniest skit of that word by two well known actors. The order taker chuckled as I assumed she had also seen the clip as well.
I made my way over and paid. Then headed toward the magnificently comfortable seating in the waiting area. There were mini platters of peanuts and such, with cute spoons to collect them. Popcorn was available. Water at room temperature, as well was iced. My focus was on the dilly dallies the whole time while the tall mom had gone unnoticed by me. As I sat down, I picked her back up in my mind and noticed she was sitting with her daughter. Her daughter was quite attractive and had a pleasant gothic theme going on. The two acted the part, the mother was upright while the daughter played on her phone and kicked her feet. I’d have thought nothing was different about those two.
The energy I felt from the use of a funny word for the drink order was undeniable. Energy I collected from the mother’s beautiful body, and now her daughter’s undeniable personality, all of it, really peaked my interest. I was not one to interrupt things for the sake of myself getting entertained. I felt like that was tacky and men take too much initiative for the wrong reasons. I was simply enjoying the present.
My order ended up coming out before theirs and I made my way upstairs to the loft. It felt like a hideout of magnitude, surrounded by walls of books. Each book had its price tag, but you were not hassled to buy the book. Instead, you were free to collect and read as you liked and simply put the book back. I could tell plenty of people still purchased the books as an act of goodwill.
The book I had picked out was called Mommy Pickett. I hadn’t heard of it but considering all I had seen, it seemed appropriate. The mother and daughter also made their way up and glanced at me while I was reading. I noticed from my side eye but paid no attention back.
Several heartbeats later the mother brushed the table and directed a question to me, “how are you liking the book so far?”. I admit, most people would not have been able to answer so quickly, but I’m a skilled closet speed reader and was well into the first quarter of the book.
I looked up and responded, “Oh, hello there. I’m enjoying this. The detail the writer put in about the small town and the day to day makes me wonder what will happen next.”
“That’s great to hear, you know you’re the first person to pick up the book I wrote many years ago. How can I put this? Would you like to join us? I would love to give you some real insight into what happens next.”
I could feel my energy level heightened as she told me I had picked up her book. I was invested to see this through and of course I sat down with her and her daughter for a chat.
Chapter [2] - Counter Cleanup
We sat there for an hour at least as I became a bit more fascinated into what was going on. All the while it was explained to me, what they were telling me was unreal. She was not a mom at all, but her personality fit the profile so much she embraced the look. Her tall features gave everyone the feeling of nurturing from her. The daughter, of course not her daughter, but someone else’s. She was the woman’s lover. A passionate personality who embraced her own culture and style of her youth and just kept it going. It was not a taboo thing, but the dynamic felt taboo to me.
I joined them a few blocks down to their studio. It was a first and second floor brick walled, open living space that enthused creativity. They let their guard down more as I had introduced my day job and how I lived to document all that nature had in store for me.
The mother’s name was Silvie and the daughter’s name was Bonnie. We all made our way into the kitchen when Silvie picked up Bonnie and sat her on the counter. Bonnie was indeed a petite thing. She kicked her feet the same as the coffee shop.
Silvie did some minor spot cleaning before asking me how I liked my drink?
“I’ll take just about anything, and a lime in it if you got it.” I replied.
Silvie made an impeccable drink and we began chatting things up. I caught her spreading Bonnie’s legs some, here and there, checking to see if Bonnie had anything different going on in that area. It was quite odd seeing them like this. They felt no taboo at all, but my mind was seeing a mother seek to satisfy her daughter’s needs.
I didn’t have to wait too long before they smooched in front of me. Silvie knew I wanted to see things further because that’s how the book was going. The book had Bonnie on the coffee table while Silvie hugged her and smashed her gentle mounds against Bonnie’s face.
That wasn’t happening this time, but Bonnie also knew what I had read. She was wearing the skimpiest top with fishnet stockings. Her nipples poked out some and I watched her eyes look over at my bulge.
I wasn’t quite sure if I was to join them or just enjoy the show. Silvie had her hand full inside of Bonnie’s skirt and Bonnie was reaching for what my pants were holding back. I went closer and Silvie led her arm around me as if she were giving me a hug. It was to share with me the beautiful view and how wet Bonnie had gotten. Silvie towered over me too. Less than Bonnie but towered, nonetheless.
I felt as though we were the most taboo family but that soon left my head as my pants disappeared on the floor and I was leaning in with Silvie to lick up all the juice Bonnie had left for us.
Silvie had grabbed my cock and had pressure on it, just enough to keep me unearthly hard for what came next.
She picked up Bonnie and we all went to the living room. She told me I was going to get some head and to get comfortable. She handled Bonnie with ease, positioning her mouth on my dick and inching her ass to the sky. I then saw Silvie take a harness out of a box beside the couch and in moments she was deep inside Bonnie. Bonnie’s tongue replicated the rhythm of her pussy bouncing on Silvie’s pussy harness.
We were in this position for quite a while, and it was remarkable I hadn’t came. Silvie and Bonnie both moved very fluidly as they decided to change things up. I saw a chance to grab Bonnie and I did. Silvie was a little surprised, but her grin was telling me to do as I pleased.
I squeezed at Bonnie’s throat just a bit, choking her some while I let my dick decide if it was going to squeeze in her pussy or her ass. I could easily tell they were both very untouched. Bonnie was begging for both but with only the one dick I decided to start with her pussy.
Silvie had moved to the floor so she could play with Bonnie’s body. She also snuck a hand behind me and played with my asshole to say hi. She went down further and nestled her hand under my balls gently to see how much cum they were both getting this evening. It was a lot as I had been on the road a whole week.
Bonnie’s pussy somehow tightened even more around my dick, so I had to adjust into her sweet tight asshole. She moaned as I lingered in but didn’t flinch an inch. She took my head whole, as she did the rest of my dick. Silvie was getting anxious to try it in her ass after seeing Bonnie’s response. The couch was soaked from her pussy sputtering out her juice the whole time.
Silvie was monitoring my balls as she felt them tighten some and pulled me out of Bonnie. While Bonnie laid there to recover, Silvie took me in her mouth to say hello and sorry all at the same time. I was incredibly surprised how well she used her tongue to outline the giant vein that fed my cum. Silvie had plenty of men over all the time. I could tell from how loose she was in my hand, but it was ready for the next victim to be my dick as she slid her pussy onto me. She had bent over and did all this backwards just so she could sit me down on the couch in one move. Her pussy stayed tight over my dick as she pushed back, and I fell. We fell together and it felt amazing.
I wanted to work my hips into her hard, but she was already doing all the work. She was a master with a dick like mine, working it left and right. Feeling it with her split fingers and letting me spank her ass as hard as I wanted.
The whole time I wasn’t thinking about taboo till now. I was so ready to cum, but I wanted to ensure she was ready to cum too. I didn’t know if saying it would mess it all up, but it shouldn’t if they really loved sex. I wanted to say Mommy so badly, and eventually the worry subsided, and I let out a “Mommy”.
“Mommy, let me cummm in your shit hole.” I blabbed out loud.
She pulled my dick out and spun around, sitting on top of me. In a swift move she led me to her tight asshole. I swear it had never been touched. She didn’t let out a moan or any flinching either. She took me all inside of her while she kissed my forehead. “Let mommy take care of you baby. Whatever you want, just ask for it.”
My hard on went from a raging 10 to a raging 15 as she bounced on me effortlessly.
Chapter [3] – Soft Landing
Bonnie had gotten dressed but left her tits out so I could enjoy peeking over at them. She read me so well as she soon made her way over to hold me while I fucked her lover.
“Bonnie, your mom is fucking me. Do you let your friends fuck mommy like I’m doing right now?” I asked Bonnie.
She kissed my neck in response and whispered, “can you be my daddy?”
“Silvie, I’m gonna cum deep inside your asshole. Will you milk all of me into your asshole right now?”
Silvie arched her back a little more and somehow pinched my dick in her ass so that it literally was milking the cum out of me. I didn’t last long and spilled all inside of her. The cum was so hot it burned me a little coming out as I emptied both of my balls into her shit hole.
Bonnie kissed my face to bring me back to reality while Silvie started to clean up the entire area as a mom does. Cum was leaking out of her the whole time. I offered to clean up her ass with my tongue, but she wanted it to do what it was doing, leeching down her legs.
We all got cleaned up. We took a shower together and washed each other’s backs. They offered me a stay for the night, and I wanted to stay but I also wanted some peace to mellow out in all the unlimited energy they had spilled all over me. It was quite an experience.
As I was leaving, Silvie rushed back to her closet and brought me a copy of her book. Bonnie let me rub on her ass the whole time and told me it was fun having a dad for a minute. Silvie signed the book and we all agreed to have lunch later in the week. Not the most exciting exits but being part of the family felt special indeed.
