Mother , Daughter Swap Party Pt. 01

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I really only noticed after a couple of months had passed. I was busy at work, coming home tired.

What I did notice was that Mum would go out every second Friday night very smartly dressed.

She would return home late, sometimes looking a bit dishevelled and always depressed. As this was her only social activity I was concerned.

“Oh” she would say, “just visiting old friends.”

Mum had me when she was quite young, so she still had a youthful figure and with her flowing brunette shoulder length hair and deep brown eyes she was sexy and pretty.

One of these old friends had a daughter I lunched with occasionally. We met one lunchtime.

I talked about Mum.

“You don’t know?” said Maryanne.

“Know what?” I asked.

“Where she goes on those Fridays.”

“See old friends, she says.”

“Bit out of it, aren’t we?”

“What do you mean?”

“Haven’t you noticed? Tight dress, lots of make-up? She goes to a party.”

“A party?”

Maryanne lowered her voice, “It’s a mother daughter swap party.”

I caught my breath, “A — a what?”

“Mum’s swap their daughters for sex.”


“Yeah, it’s super sexy and fun.”

“You’ve been to one?” I was intrigued.

“Only a couple of times. My mum stopped escort london going after she hurt her leg — it got a bit, you know, too energetic for her.”

“I — I didn’t realise.”

“Of course, it’s pretty hush-hush. That’s probably why your Mum is depressed. No-one to swap with. She’s likely to be as horny as hell.”

“How do these things work?”

“Mums take their daughters then try to swap them with the mum whose girl they want to fuck.”

“Like an auction?” This sounded cruel.

“No, no. The daughters really want to be there. It’s all done inside the Mitchell’s house with soft carpet, mood lighting — you mill around talking, checking each other out. Have a drink. There’s always plenty of sexy bitches!”

“Mum never said anything to me.”

“Probably because she didn’t know you would be interested. You’re always busy at work. Are you interested?”

“Well, if it can help Mum. I’ll do it.” I said.

“Tell her you want to be her fuck-slut,” said Maryanne with a wink, “She’ll know what you mean.”

That night at home I prepared to talk to Mum. I waited till she was getting changed for bed so I could catch her in her underwear.

I walked in and sat on the bed. I looked at her; tall and slim with a nice firm figure dubai escorts with good size breasts. Those legs were shapely, too. She still went to the gym occasionally.

I could do this. I was interested. I was wet.

If the other Mums were like her, I could fuck them, no problem.

I took a deep breath.

“Hey Mum.”

“Hi baby.”

“Talked to Maryanne today at lunch.”

“How is she — haven’t seen her for a while. Very pretty girl.”

“Uh-huh. She told me a few things.”

Mum turned to face me, her breasts bounced slightly in her bra. I noticed how tight her butt was. “Things?”said Mum.

I looked straight into her deep brown eyes.

“I want to help. I can help. She told me about Friday nights. I want to be your fuck slut.”

Mum had an intake of breath. “Oh, baby. I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You don’t have too. I’m offering and I want to do it. It will be fun. You just have to tell me what to do. How to act.”

Mum stood there — I noticed her pussy was shaved under her sheer panties.

“Well, I guess — if you want to.” She blushed. “I don’t know what Maryanne told you, but it’s full on at these parties. You would be really close to, um…. being with older women”.

“You mean fucking them,” I said.

Mum Escort Dubai sat beside me, “Well, yes. It’s a sex party. Eventually, you would be totally naked as well. A mum will check you out.”

“You mean feel me up?”

“Yes, and tongue kiss you, too.”

“Seems OK to me” I said with a smile.

Mum smiled back. Then said seriously, “You will know some of the women there. They will be doing things to each other, you might……well, you might be shocked.”

I laughed. “Don’t think so Mum — I’m up for all sorts of things. Especially with my legs wide open”.

I kissed her on the mouth.

She sighed, “You would do this for me?”

“Of course….and love it! Now, how do we start?”

“Well,” she said, warming to the idea, “It’s on this Friday night — so we need to get you a few clothing items.”

“Do you have a girl in mind at the party?” I asked.

“Oh, yes. It’s Cindy, Georgina Howard’s daughter.”

“I know her,” I said. “She works at the lawyers office in Main Street. She’s gorgeous, but she’s always surrounded by guys.”

“Yes, but believe me, she likes wet pussy.” “A lot.” Mum sighed.

“What’s her mum like?” I was interested in who to impress with my body.

“She looks a lot like her daughter, only slightly taller and with a few more muscles.”

Mum giggled.

“Would she be interested in me, do you think?” I wondered.

“If you let me dress you up as a whore, then yes.”

We both laughed. This was going to be fun!

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