Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

Annabelle was not convinced of the need for patience. She’d been out with Sophie several times as friends, but they both harboured hopes of taking their friendship along a more intimate path. After their trip to the cinema, and inspired by the sexual chemistry between Cate Blanchett and Rooney Mara, they drove to a secluded parking spot close to the local canal, ensured that the car doors were locked, and explored each other’s pussies. With Annabelle’s hand up her friend’s little miniskirt, and her friend’s hand inside her jeans, they came together, breathlessly.

Besides her own, Sophie’s sensual, clever fingers were the first to touch Annabelle’s pussy. Her orgasm was heavenly, but she hadn’t expected to be thinking of her mother as she came. It was as though her mother’s scent was still in her nostrils, an image of her mother’s inviting naked breasts flashed across her mind at the point of climax.

The following day at breakfast, Fiona asked her daughter about her night out.

“Did you enjoy the film last night?”

“Yes, it was amazing, their love affair was so tender and so right, but it was against a backdrop of disapproval, and they were taking enormous risks just so that they could find fulfilment with each other. I’d hate to have lived in times like that.”

“Yes, attitudes have certainly changed, thank goodness. I heard you come in, you were quite late.”NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Yes, we er… we went for a drink and then a drive afterwards, and.. well, I know now that I am attracted to women.”

“I thought that might be the explanation. Annie darling, I don’t like the thought of you doing your, er… love making in a car, in the middle of nowhere like that. I’m worried about your safety. You’re an adult now, and if you want to take your girlfriend to bed, you must bring her home with you, I mean it, I really don’t mind, and at least I’d know you were safe.”

“That’s so understanding of you mother, thank you.”

They both got up from the table, and Annabelle hugged her mother warmly as she was preparing to leave for work. Fiona’s perfume and alluring cleavage filled her senses, a sudden thrill of excitement dampened Annabelle’s pussy at the memory of the previous night’s orgasm.

“Oh, by the way, I’m taking you shopping on Saturday, you’ll need a couple of suits for work, I’d let you wear some of mine but you’re at least three inches taller than me and then there’s the question of hemlines, I dare say mine won’t be anywhere near short enough for your liking.”

“For God’s sake mother, you’ve got fabulous legs, and you’re only forty-one, you could still wear miniskirts if you wanted.”

“It’s kind of you to say so darling, but you know what I mean.”

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Annabelle looked very professional, and rather desirable, in her new skirt suit on the first day in her new job. She felt good, her mother had told her how classy and sexy she looked, and how proud she was of her beautiful daughter. The dark-grey suit fitted her shapely figure perfectly. The skirt clung to her buttocks and swept curvaceously down to the hemline; six inches above her knees, just low enough for her to wear the opaque black hold up stockings that her mother had suggested to her.

Fiona had explained that she always wore stockings and suspenders because it made her feel alluring, and in control of every situation. She persuaded Annabelle to try hold up stocking and see how she got on with them.

“They’re lovely mother, very comfortable, and I feel a little bit horny in them.”

“Yes, you’ve put it rather more bluntly than I did, but I think we’re on the same page. You’re a bright, intelligent girl and you’ll do well in life I’m sure, but never be afraid to use the power of your considerable feminine sexuality to get what you want.”

“Mother, I had no idea that you were such a harlot.”

“Oh ha-ha, very amusing, I think you know exactly what I’m getting at.”

“Yes mummy, I’m just teasing,”

Annabelle drew her mother into a tight embrace for several seconds, just before she released her, she ran one hand lightly over her buttocks and kissed her neck. Fiona was taken by surprise, and felt slightly embarrassed at her daughter’s over familiar touch. She also felt an unexpected little frisson of excitement, her nipples started to set hard inside her bra. She turned away from her daughter so that she couldn’t see the effect she’d had on her.

Fiona dismissed the incident as an accidental, innocent coming together of her daughter’s hand and her backside. Annabelle knew otherwise, but couldn’t explain, even to herself, why she had felt the urge to touch her mother in such a sexualised manner.

The junior legal clerk role was pretty routine. Annabelle found herself undertaking mundane tasks like searching for briefs, copying legal documents, answering the phone and making tea and coffee. She was happy with the job, she hadn’t expected anything more, and it gave her plenty of time to talk to colleagues, and to daydream.

At the end of the first week, she was tucked away at the back of the archive room, looking for a file, when she heard two colleagues talking in the corridor. Josephine was a solicitor in her thirties and Laura was a senior legal clerk in her forties.

“By the way, how’s Annabelle getting on?” asked Josephine.

“Oh she’s fine, bright girl, but you’d expect that considering that she’s Fiona Hathaway’s daughter.”

“Is she really, I was in court with her this morning, a class act as always.”

“Yes, she’s usually on the winning side.”

“I’m sure my barrister has got the hots for her, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.”

“Yes, I gather she’s had a few flings since she separated from her husband, God that must be ten years ago now.”

“Well I can see why, she’s very attractive, I imagine she could have just about any man she wants.”

Annabelle listened intently, she kept herself hidden away, but she could hear every word the two colleagues were saying about her mother. She felt a sense of pride that they were talking in such admiring terms about Fiona. She also felt exhilarated that they had no idea that she was a witness to their conversation. Then she heard the words that made her chest tighten and her pulse quicken.

“Not just men.”

“What?”

“I heard that she had an affair with Sylvie DuPont a few years back.”

“You’re joking!”

“No, I’m serious, a friend who works at the Crowne Plaza used to see them together, often, whenever Sylvie was working in town; she caught them kissing in the lift once.”

“Wow, imagine those two in bed together, it’s enough to make me change sides.”

“Steady Jo, your husband might have something to say about that,” laughed Laura.

“Don’t worry, he’s seen Sylvie, he’d be cheering me on.”

“You dirty cow, I can see that I’ll have to keep an eye on you.”

“You wish!”

“Stop it.”

Annabelle heard footsteps receding into the distance, so she came out from her hiding place and breathed deeply, her chest heaving at the news of her mother’s lesbian affair. As well as being surprised, she felt very turned on. She had no idea who Sylvie DuPont was, so she returned to her desk and put her name into the Google search box.

Images of a sultry, brown eyed beauty, with long dark hair, filled the screen. She found out that she was a successful prosecution barrister, now working in London. There was one photo that showed her in her wig and long gown, striding along the street outside The Old Bailey.

Underneath her open gown, she was wearing a black suit with a short skirt, black stockings and black stilettos. She looked stunning and very sexy, Annabelle’s pussy clenched at the sight of her; she wondered how long Sylvie and her mother had been lovers.

The discovery of her mother’s affair was a revelation, she was so turned on at the thought of it, that she sat on the bus on her way home, squeezing her thighs together, and enjoying the erotic arousal that she could feel between her legs. As soon as she arrived home, she ordered a home delivered meal from a local curry house, and opened a bottle of Chablis Premier Cru. She took one sip of the wine and looked at the kitchen clock.

She wondered if she would have time to masturbate before her mother got home from work. It was a Friday, Fiona was usually home earlier on a Friday, so she decided to save her fantasy of her mother being fucked by Sylvie for bedtime. She couldn’t wait to touch herself, but she was even more eager to see her mother.

Annabelle paced in front of the lounge window, waiting for her mother to arrive. She was on her second glass of wine when Fiona’s car pulled onto the driveway. She watched her mother flash her stocking tops again as she got out of the car, unaware that she was being watched by her very aroused daughter.

Fiona dropped her briefcase next to the umbrella stand and let out a sigh.

“Ahhh, another busy week over, hello darling, did you have a good day,” she said as she leant forward to kiss Annabelle on the cheek. Annabelle surprised her by kissing her on the lips, hugging her and speaking softly into her ear.