"What's a good policy if I should walk in on one of you or both of you, in the bathroom," Helen asked them over dinner one night. They were taken totally by surprise.
"Whatever you want, mum, it's your house," Charlie answered amazed she had to remind her mother she had domain over the home. "If we're in the shower and you need to pee, or we're in the bath and you need to shower, don't let our presence affect you. Ultimately, we're in your way, so don't feel put out by us, please mum." Charlie broached, a hand across the table to her mothers, squeezing it lightly.
"But..." Helen hesitated. "...the other day I walked in on you, making love in the bath." There was no other way of raising her concern. Eden and Charlie laughed.
"Well, we'll try to be a bit more discreet in the future, I mean you can hardly blame me when I have this gorgeous naked man in the bath or shower with me, I guess we just end up getting very frisky." Charlie laughed a little, remembering her mother watching her fuck in the pool. She knew her mother was no stranger to watching or eavesdropping on their sex life. But then she pulled herself together when she noticed Helen lower her head, slightly worried. "But as I said, we'll curb it to the bedroom."
"No, don't," Helen answered, a little too quickly. "I mean, I don't want to put you out either, I want you to feel comfortable enough here that you don't have to think twice about it." She corrected, genuinely not wanting to embarrass them or shame them into curtailing their sexual conduct in the house. "Besides, it's only sex." She concluded.
"So... are you saying, don't stop having sex in the bathroom?" Eden asked.
"Or are you saying we shouldn't stop having sex if you walk in on us, in the bath?" Charlie probed further.
"I'm saying, don't change anything. If I need to use the bathroom I can come in and do... whatever, and if one of you or both of you are in the bath, or the shower or just brushing your teeth, then I can slip in and out without bothering anyone."
"And if we're fucking?" Charlie asked pointedly. Helen sighed, then smiled.
"I can slip in and out without bothering anyone. Is that fair?" The couple shared a look, considering the question.
"You'll slip in and out of the bathroom, while Eden slips in and out of me?" Charlie beamed teasingly. Helen sighed again, her daughters' little jokes taking their toll.
"And you'll be okay seeing us in the middle of having sex?" Eden asked in earnest, careful not to overstep a line in offending his girlfriend's mother.
"Well, I hear you both so frequently..." Helen began, but all three of them started laughing, so she didn't bother finishing.
And so developed, by way of no real design, an open-door policy regarding the bathroom. Three adults who by now had seen each other naked plenty of times - even for Helen, the sight of Eden nude, was pretty second nature - came and went from the bathroom as they pleased.
Usually, Charlie was first in the bathroom in the mornings getting ready for work. Followed by Eden, who might step into the shower as Charlie got out, not bothering to stop the water, such was the speed of the transition.
Not always but sometimes the sound of the couple's activity would stir Helen from her sleep and she would need a morning pee. Getting up and walking to the bathroom, the door wide open, she would sit on the toilet and relieve herself. Sometimes it was Charlie in the shower, sometimes it was Eden, sometimes one or the other would finish and step out of the shower and dry themselves in front of the mirror and in front of her while she sat and watched and pissed.
Watching while he toweled down his penis or his chest and abs. Or watching as her daughter dried her perked tits or ran the towel between her legs, drying her pussy.
The point was it all became very second nature, no one found it strange, and yet they all knew it was something that people just didn't do. It was a strange paradigm; mothers don't shower with their daughter's brushing their teeth, naked in front of the mirror, in the same room. Daughters don't take bathes while their mothers lean against the sink and gossip with them. Guys don't come into the bathroom to piss while their girlfriend's mothers naked, applying makeup in the mirror.
All these things happened and more, and no one cared. No one got hurt or felt embarrassed or offended. Not one of them thought it was inappropriate. Helen especially, liking that she was becoming more intimate with the couple, not sexually but in terms like nudity and talking openly about sex and her sex life. She always had an audience if she wanted to open up about past lovers or experiences.
She mostly felt relieved in the closeness they were all sharing because it lessened her feelings and her need for Eden. It was weird in a way, the more she saw him naked or learned about him and his sexual history, the less urgent she felt the need to fuck him. And that was the point.
She woke up the morning after having smoked the joint he gave her and cringed. She couldn't believe she had done it, opened herself up to him so strongly, so obviously, in sight of her daughter no less. Given him a clear green light to fuck her brains out anytime, anywhere. He too had given her the 'fuck me' look, though Helen was less concerned about that, knowing Charlie pretty much gave him free reign with who he could have sex with, still, Helen felt a pang of guilt, a betrayal to Charlie that she had even given him the slightest indication of wanting him. No matter what she thought about wanting him and wanting to fuck him, her thoughts were her own, but now she felt it was somehow out in the open, the cat was out of the bag, as it were.
Though she had felt sheepish about what had happened the night she asked for the joint, Eden on the other hand, had never acted strangely at all after it. He was the same old same old, blasé, carefree Eden. And pretty soon his attitude disarmed Helen and she got over herself and forgot about the night she nearly tried to fuck her daughter's boyfriend.
Even the resolution she made to fuck him. To fuck Eden, fuck the man under her roof, she thought was a crass undertaking and felt shame for having been so bold about declaring to herself she would fuck him. But she wanted to, she really wanted to fuck him. And as helpful as it was to see him naked often or hear them fucking, constantly, or talk openly and brazenly about their sex lives and sexual history, it was also at times torture.
Hearing them fuck and wanting to burst into their room and join their sexual escapades. Masturbating nightly to the sounds of their fuck sessions. Masturbating to the images of Eden, on top of her, ploughing into her twat with his thick meaty cock, how she would welcome him with open arms and open legs and spread pussy, inviting him in with filthy talk of assuring him he could use her body for whatever sex act he wanted no matter how degrading or disgusting or depraved. She fantasized their sex together would be totally fucked up.
Then the thoughts of Charlie, images of her daughter's naked body coming into her mind's eye, she meditated on incest for days on end, wondering what it would be like to eat her daughter's pussy, or have her eat hers. What would it be like to share a deep sensual soul kiss with her, to suck on her nubile tits, to taste her pussy juice, to share the intense intimacy of sex together?
What would happen if she actually followed through and fucked Eden? Would it end his and Charlie's relationship? The strain of him having fucked her mother, being too much to bear. Helen's thoughts sank into a deeper pit of shame. What if they broke up after she and Eden fucked? Would he leave Charlie for her? Could he fall in love with her? Stay with her, to fuck her lights out morning, noon and night in the house for the rest of their lives.
Her masturbating grew more frequent. It grew more intense. The porn she watched grew more depraved and her care at hiding it diminished, sometimes hearing it being played on the T.V. while Charlie and Eden were in the living room alone together. She didn't care by that point.
Her prono's being discovered didn't bother her, the fact that her daughter got to suck on Eden's big cock while they watched them, did. She would time and plan out her evenings to be in bed naked and masturbating by the time they started fucking, listening acutely to their sex sounds and getting herself off to them.
But even her thoughts on a day-to-day frequency became more torrid. Thoughts about fucking people she never would have considered fucking before. Of getting into circumstances where she accidentally flashed a stranger on the street, of opening the door to the mailman naked or even fucking him. His unprotected cock slamming into her sodding cunt, filling her with its cum. If he was married, all the better.
Craven, depraved thoughts consumed her in a way that never had before in all her fifty-two years on earth. She needed to get fucked and very badly.
She downloaded a dating app. The one Charlie used and recommended. The one for meeting couples and swingers for threesomes and orgies. She consulted her daughter on her profile.
"The sluttier the better," Charlie advised.
"Really? I mean, I'm not sure if that sends the right message." Charlie chuckled sensing Helen's uncertainty.
"Are you kidding? That sends exactly the right message. Look, you want to get laid, right? Just trust me on this."
Helen was wearing a pair of denim overalls and a light t-shirt, sans bras. "Mum, take your clothes off, I'll take some nudes of you," Charlie suggested nonchalantly. Helen hesitated, visibly unsure of what her daughter was asking her.
"Is that a good idea? I don't want to get kicked off the app." She laughed nervously.
"Relax, there's a feature that allows anyone who likes your profile to view your nudes. No one else will be able to see them." Charlie looked at her mother expectantly, waiting on her. Helen unclasped the overalls and pushed them down past her hips, then took off her shoes and removed her pant legs. After that she whipped off the t-shirt and pushed her panties down, letting them fall away from her and stepped out of them. Charlie started taking photos on her phone of her mother's naked body.
"Strike a few poses for me." She told Helen, playfully. Helen started feeling her sexuality coming out of her. She felt naughty and the sexual atmosphere Charlie was creating was like kerosene to a fire.
She struck daring erotic poses, giving plenty of 'fuck me' eyes at the lens on the camera phone. Charlie for her part encouraged her mother's primal reactions.
"That's it, hold that look. God mum, you're so sexy. You are going to make everyone looking at these photos cream their pants, men and women."
