Modern Relations (part 05): Alex and her Mother (Summer of Love)

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“Well, was I right about Halloween being fun?” Alex asked Kevin.“Yeah, I’m… I’m kind of blown away. I’ll never look at Cynthia the same way again.”Alex looked askance at Kevin. “No questions about my behavior?”“Well, how do you feel about it?”“I was worried, but my disguise worked, so I reveled in it. Looking back? No regrets,” she said, then gazed searchingly in Kevin’s eyes. “How about you?”“Me?”“My story, does it change the way you look at me?” Alex blushed shyly. Kevin shook his head. “You don’t think I’m a huge slut?”“We’ve established that you are, and I don’t mind,” he said. “I’m more shocked about how your Mom pushed you, almost. Do you ever wonder what would have happened if your Mom hadn’t dressed you up, or called in the middle of the foursome. It seems to me you might have had a different night altogether. I mean, your mom called up and rubber stamped your behaviour.”“You can’t imagine how hot it was. How empowering.” Alex pushed back into the pillow, closing her eyes – reminiscing. “Mmmmm, coming with two cocks in me while Mom listened on the phone. I mean, I’d felt exposed walking around in public dressed like a catholic school hooker. And I’d been horny and brave enough to pick up three strangers. But, that feeling I had when Mom asked if I had a mouth full of cock.” She paused, breathing out deeply. “Mmmmm. I loved it, and I wanted to feel it more. Right then, I just wanted more and I took it.”“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Kevin admitted. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m envious.”“Of me?”“Maybe, or maybe of the Musketeers,… I was in my 20s before I got laid. I never had anything approaching your experiences, or theirs.”Alex leaned back up and kissed Kevin. She said, evenly, “You’re not just a random cock.”“I’m just sad I missed you at that age. I was busy being a nerd.”.“Well, you can’t help your past.” She reached down and gently grasped his erection. “But, you do have control of our future. If you think it, and I don’t mind it, we can do whatever you fantasize about.”“Hmm, that’s tempting, but I still haven’t heard about Clayton and your Mom.”“I want some quid pro quo, before I tell you any more. Tell me your deepest sex secret.”Kevin froze and then blushed. She nudged him.“I had a gay experience in college,” he admitted quietly.“Oh, sweet! Tell me.”“Not much to tell. My roomie and I came back from a party drunk and we…”, he broke off.“‘And we’, what?” She smiled at him.“We masturbated.” Kevin admitted finally.“Each other?”“No, just in our own beds.”“That’s it? That’s your darkest thing?”“Well, he didn’t like me too much after that. I think mostly because…”. Kevin held his fingers apart indicating small size.Alex couldn’t hold back the mirth. “Bullshit, that’s your worst.”“Well, I read and watch a lot of porn.” He cringed, waiting for the pity, she thought.“Yeah, what kind?”“Nothing as good as your halloween party, I can tell you.”“What I’m about to tell you is pretty porny… I’ve never told anyone else.” Alex said seriously.“Wow, OK.” Kevin sobered up. “If you don’t want to…”“No,” Alex swallowed, “I trust you. Just please, don’t let it scare you away.”She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake.Alex’s StoryMom didn’t want to discuss it that night. But I insisted.“Three questions.” She said, directly. ”You get three questions tonight. Then bed time. Tomorrow, I’m taking you shopping, if you still want to. I’ll answer any others then.”“Ok,” Looking at her cum drenched body I asked the most obvious and burning question, “how did you end up looking like that?”“Maggie and I went to a club. We’re members. It’s a sex club. And well…” she waved her arms from head to foot, “this is the result.”“No, no, no. That’s half an answer, if that. Tell me the whole story.”“There’s not time enough to tell the whole story.” Mom, sat up straighter and lifted her chin. “But, ah… the şişli escort club that has parties periodically. These parties are for adults and very X-rated. Some have themes, some have skits an audience watches. Sometimes it’s just a series of themed activity rooms for members to watch or participate in. This time it was just theme rooms. I spent most of the night in a pirate themed room.”“Where they plundered your booty?”“As the only female, quite thoroughly… and deliciously.” Mom smiled at me. “Next question.”“Okay,” I said. I had a lot more questions. Mom clearly did this as a lifestyle type of thing. “Aren’t you worried about, you know STDs.”“No,” she said, then walked into the bathroom for a towel, wiping herself down vigorously. “That’s two.”“Oh, come on, Mom. You’re covered in sperm, you can’t say it doesn’t worry you.”“I can,” she said. “I’ve had my shots and the club makes sure everyone has had theirs.”“Shots?”“Is that a question?” I made a face of exasperation, which made Mom smirk, “there are quite advanced anti-virals now. I’ll probably have to get you on them.”“I’m not sure if I should be insulted or pleased,” I said.“We both know you’ll need them,” she said. “Now, last question.”It occurred to me she might have been like me from an early age. Which would explain my existence at all. She’d always claimed I was intentional, but maybe that was a tall tale.“Was I an accident?”“What? No. What makes you ask that?”“Well you like to, you know, and I like it too. So maybe you just got knocked up by a random lay in college and… presto,” I said.“You were no accident sweetie. You know the story.” She told it to me anyway. “The research at the time indicated early eggs were healthier, I knew I wanted a career in medicine and a kid so I extrapolated. I’d be the age I am now before I was ready for kids and then I’d be an old tired parent with a heavy job and shriveling eggs.”“Heh, you didn’t seem old or tired tonight.”“Well,” she smiled, “not all my predictions were true.”“So why won’t you tell me who my dad is?” I asked quietly.“That’s four.” I gave her a scathing look. She actually blanched.“Ok, fine.” She walked to her closet and pulled down a large book from the overhead shelf. She looked hot, nude and all stretched out in boots and tights.She sat next to me on an edge of the chase. I noticed she automatically posed herself, putting her legs together and sitting up straight like she’d instructed me to do.The book was a photo album. It contained a lot of pics of Mom and other people in 80’s fashion, Member’s Only jackets and crazy hair everywhere. She stopped at a photo of five men and pulled it out, closing the book. I held my breath, was one of these my dad?“One of these five is your dad,” mom said. I almost laughed.“Well which one is it?”“Not sure, if I had to guess, Jack.” She pointed to the redhead. “You have green eyes like he did.”“So I was an accident!”“No sweetie. I selected them as candidates and uhmmm.”“You’re losing me mom,” I said. Mom seemed so together my whole life, but now it looked like she’d made bad decisions all the way and just hidden them.“Ok, the long version is this. My freshman year I kept a stable of boyfriends. They all knew about it and didn’t get possessive. I’d selected them for a number of reasons but mostly they were good in bed and didn’t bore me out of it. They were all smart, driven young men who seemed to appreciate a woman who liked sex and wasn’t after the MRS degree.“Anyway, in the spring of my freshman year I decided I wanted kids early. First I talked to Mom and Dad about it. Mom loved the idea of having a kid around while I was off at college. Dad was lukewarm about it, but you know how that turned out.”Yeah, he absolutely doted on me.“Once I had their support, I just needed to find the right donor. Sperm donation was out. You can’t tell anything mecidiyeköy escort from the stats on a form. Did they have a sense of humor? Did they apply themselves? The list of unknowns is endless. Finally, I decided to recruit from my stable of boyfriends.”“It did not go over well. No one wanted to be responsible for the kid. No one believed they would remain anonymous. And when I thought about it, I didn’t want to know who the father was either. So I decided to have a random sample.”“After some heavy negotiating I got legal documents together, five of them agreed to it.”“Five of them? How many boyfriends did you have?”“More than five,” she said, archly.“Moving right along. Brian…”, she pointed to the taller guy in the middle, “pointed out, correctly, that whoever was first would be most likely to be the father. Randomness would not be assured. He was a Math major, eventually switched to computer science.”Mom sighed. “So… we agreed they’d all do it at once.”“So… they gangbanged me into existence?”Mom cringed, “yeah.”“Details.” My gaze was unyielding, she gulped.“Ummm, we met back on campus in early August before school started. I rented an apartment for the year and we all got together right around the time I would be ovulating. They blindfolded me so I wouldn’t know who came first. It was my first time with more than one guy believe it or not. I don’t know if it was the group sex or conceiving you, but it was the time of my life.”  She laughed, “after the first time, we all agreed we should do it again just to be sure it took. I guess everyone liked it. I was pregnant on the first try I could tell. But we kept at it every other day for weeks.”Mom blushed, looking down. She continued, “I don’t have any regrets. I had a blast, and I got you out of the deal. I see my friends now struggling to find the right person to settle down with. I made the right decision for me and I’ve always loved you.”“Can I look them up?” I asked.“No honey, that’s part of the contract,” she said shaking her head. “You can look them up when you’re of age. Besides, two of them are dead.” She pointed at Brian and the red headed one. “Truck driver asleep at the wheel.”I felt grief, without any logical reason. Mom hugged me fiercely. “Ok, sweetie, we’ll talk in the morning. Now, I’m getting this cathouse smell off me and going to bed.”–Mom made a special large breakfast the next day around noon. Onion and feta omelettes, bacon and fresh OJ with toasted french baguettes and jam on the side. I was starving. We made small talk. An hour later we raided the Victoria’s Secrets in Union square replacing my underwear collection. Mom said these would be the day to day stuff, not the special items. They looked pretty special to me. We spent a couple of hundred dollars.Then she dragged me to Nordstrom and Macy’s getting me geared for the remainder of the year and college. Mom selected several sets of sports bra’s and sporty panties for me. Nice jeans. No dresses or anything fancy.Near dusk she dragged me into this tiny lingerie boutique in North Beach. O God, the clothes in that place. We spent two hours trying on several lines of bra’s and unmentionables. I chose two sets in the end. One was a deep crimson demi-bra and pantie set with an incredibly feminine floral pattern and bordered with black lace. The other was a black bra, garter, thong and hose with stark modern lines and sheer panels that somehow came off as both feminine and powerful. Mom added a pair of black strapless sandal stilettos that matched both lingerie sets.Everything was five hundred dollars. Each set. I’d been shy about confronting Mom at the register but I turned on her when we walked out. We’d just spend fifteen hundred dollars. She blew me off, saying “You have to splurge on some things. Besides, you deserve it.”I asked her if this was a bribe.“For mecidiyeköy eskort what?” she asked.Finally she lectured, “Learn a few things from this. The first is, buy shoes for multiple outfits. The second is, there are two types of women’s lingerie. His and hers. I hope you know which is which.”I wasn’t sure I knew.–We ate dinner at Greens. Over dinner and wine (no one asked for my ID) Mom and I exchanged questions and answers. Mom was curious about my burgeoning sex life. She got me to talk about things, to shape them really, in ways I’d never even thought about them. And looking back now, I realize she was very neutral with questions, never leading me on. Questions like “how did you feel about the makeover?” or “tell me how you were careful.” The approach got me to open up and talk about feelings but also to direct my own course.“Tell me everything you did last night,” she asked, right off.I told her about the whole evening in brief rushed sentences, slightly embarrassed but also knowing that she had probably been doing the same things at a different party.“I was in disguise so I did whatever I wanted. First I picked the three guys who were with me when you called. After the phone call I let them have my ass. I wouldn’t let them cum on my face. After we parted I took on another three guys. One at a time but in public areas. I found a room with holes in the wall where cocks would poke through. I gave dozens of anonymous blow jobs. Finally, back at home I went down on Andy, even though he didn’t deserve it, and let him blow all over my face.”We were seated in a corner next to the big windows looking out onto the marina. The couple seated next to us had stopped talking. The man, fortyish with graying hair, looked at me with unabashed lust. His date or wife, a pillowy frump, cleared her throat and kicked him under the table. They resumed talking loudly, studiously ignoring us.Mom shrugged at their response, showing none of the woman’s judgmentalness, then deconstructed the evening one question at a time. She was most interested in how I felt and how I chose my partners. She paid special attention the guys after the musketeers. Why the blue devil and not the other guys who tried. Why number 36 and 11? What would happen if another guy showed up after number 11?That question surprised me, but I realized I would have done what the pink genie and the goat girl did, except in the hallway. And with condoms.“I really liked how all of it made me feel,” I told her. “First the outfit, which let me tell you, got a lot of attention. Then the results the attention. I could pick and choose who I played with and how they played with me. Everyone knew what I was doing but not who I was. It made me feel raw, exposed, protected, and so very wet.”“There is a word for that.”“Yeah?”“Slutty,” she said. “You’re a slut.”She said it matter of factly, not accusingly. My pussy warmed at that. Nevertheless, I couldn’t believe my own mother called me a slut. I told her as much.“The more sluts the better,” she said. She called it “being like a man.”Making a face at us both the frump and her husband threw money onto the table and left. The woman couldn’t help admonishing Mom for corrupting her sister. Mom and I laughed like teenagers.Sisters!I grilled Mom on her past. What I learned was, she’d had quite the reputation in high school. She’d started having sex later by local standards but instead of keeping to one boy, she dated and fucked whomever she wanted. Eventually, she’d resorted to dating college men to avoid the social backlash. She liked men, but felt no romantic involvement with anyone she dated. She liked women too.In college, after she got back from maternity leave, I guess you’d call it, she resumed her relationships with the ‘five fathers’ and dropped the other men in her life. She did form attachments to them and they had meaningful friendships. And lots of sex, grouped and paired. She still corresponds occasionally with the remaining three but never mentions me.I asked her about the sex club. She’d joined it when we first moved to the Bay Area. But, until recently, she’d only…

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