Author's note
This story centres around a family enjoying and discussing the sexual activities on stage during a hen party. For those not familiar with the term a hen party is a girl's night out shortly before a wedding and usually involves sex acts. The American equivalent is a bachelorette party. If stories of horny mothers and grumpy grannies passing on their wisdom to the next generation doesn't appeal then this probably isn't for you.
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Lowri sat at a round table in the middle of the large function suite of the Plough Inn. With her were her mother Lisa, her granny Elinor and her cousin Keira. They were one of many tables there to enjoy the entertainment put on by the venue. It was Lowri's first hen party and she had clearly been warned, "What happens at the hen stays at the hen."
It was a private function, but Abbie came from a large extended family and had numerous friends. The room was filled with women of all ages from eighteen to eighty, married and single, all had come from far and wide to celebrate Abbie's hen. Lowri wondered how well Abbie actually knew all these women. Although this was her first hen, Lowri had of course seen other groups wandering about in various novelty costumes. Here, although provocatively clothed the guests were more naturally dressed.
At one end of the room stood a stage and at the other the bar, between them they provided most of the light in the dimly lit room aside from the tacky dildo-shaped candles on the tables. They may have booked the function suite for the night but the public bar in the adjacent room was still open to all. Lowri watched unimpressed as the singer on stage mangled one of her favourite songs. Even at 19, she was expecting something a little more 'adult'.
"Don't worry, the real entertainment will start soon," said Lisa, "Then you'll see what a real hen parties about."
"I've heard better singing from a busker, wheres the strippers? " replied Elinor who never was the patient one.
"I've heard a rumour they've got games planned," noted Keira. It was her second hen party but even at only 22, she considered herself an expert.
"Probably monopoly," moaned Elinor.
To the relief of the room, the singer eventually finished and the host introduced the first strip act, "Please give a cheer for Big Ben and the Ding Dongs."
Out walked four well-toned men in boxer's robes, they stood in a straight line and whipped off their robes to reveal they had bells attached to their cocks. Elinor watched in horror as they bounced about ringing out in time to the music.
"What the fuck is this shit?" sniped Elinor, "Big Ben? It's barely an egg timer."
Lisa agreed but the younger girls at least found it mildly amusing, "Oh cheer up you miserable sods," said Keira.
"We should be sitting in a puddle now, not watching a novelty act," replied Elinor, "I've been more aroused watching a fucking nativity play."
The act finished to half-hearted applause before the 'real' men came on. Each act knew how to put on a show, interact with the audience and most importantly had dicks big enough to shut Elinor up. As for sitting in a puddle, sure it was entertaining but Lowrie barely felt damp.
SOMETHING OLD
The host took the stage, tapped the mike and spoke, "Ladies, I need three mature ladies to come on up."
Three women near the front took to the stage as three wooden boxes were pushed out by men in well-filled G-strings. After climbing on the men performed a short dance before yanking them off to reveal full-blown erections to the delight of the ladies.
"The first game of the night is gobblebox. Gobble a guy on a box. First one to swallow wins a bottle of wine," announced the host.
Lowri felt like when a sex scene pops up in a movie and your sitting between you're parents, it was a little cringy watching strippers but a sex act, was that even legal? "What's the point of the box?" She asked.
"Brings the dick nearer to head height and gives us a better view. Besides at that age squatting down isn't always an option. I wouldn't mind gobbling the middle one, What about you?" replied her mother. Lowri didn't answer.
"My money's on Pauline, she could suck a penny from a Scotsman's fist back in her day," said Elinor, Lisa nodded in agreement.
At the stroke of a little gong, the race began, cheering, whooping women egged the contestants on as they gobbled with gusto. Lowri and Keira sat quietly, occasionally exchanging glances as their mothers yelled along with the baying crowd.
"Why the fuck is that one deep-throating for? It's all about the head when in a race," noted Elinor.
"She's going to bruise her tonsils at that rate," replied Lisa, adding "I feel sorry for the two guys who don't cum, wonder if someone finishes them off backstage."
"That third one's barely trying, I've seen more enthusiasm from Gary when he's eating a salad," said Elinor.
"That's Sharon, just divorced. I think we can all see why. Got to feel sorry for her daughter having to watch such a piss-poor display."
As suspected it didn't take Pauline long to win her wine and a round of applause.
SOMETHING NEW
"OK ladies, any virgins here?" asked the host causing much laughter. "Come on there's got to be some, don't worry you're not going to have sex."
Lowri had never been so relieved not to be a virgin. She scanned the room to see if anyone would be brave enough. A few mothers were prompting their daughters who were shaking their heads. The host spotted them and joined their mothers in encouraging them on stage.
"Come on, you'll leave with your cherries intact I promise."
One by one mothers brought their daughters up on stage until a half dozen teens stood staring out across the crowd, many of who were as confused as they were. "Surely not another blow job game, why would they need to be virgins? " wondered Lowri.
"OK girls, line up facing the front and put these on," instructed the host as he handed out pink blindfolds to each virgin.
Lowri pondered if they'd risk putting them on if their mothers weren't standing next to them. Surely they'd stop things going too far. She hoped her own mother would, but had doubts about Elinor, especially as six donkey dick guys strutted on stage. Her gut instincts told her these mothers had seen this game before.
"We call this game 'Dick my Daughter', very simple, each mother picks a guy to dick their daughter and at the end, if you guess who dicked you there's a prize. Again don't worry you're not getting popped."
Each mother picked out a guy, in fairness they all looked pretty similar, tall tanned, dark-haired muscular men in their early 30s. Lowrie speculated what must be going through the girl's heads, what exactly did he mean by dick my daughter? Each man took his place and stood erect behind his allocated girl.
"Ok, girls just bend over slightly," called out the host.
"I'm not doing anal," cried out one girl."
She was quickly reassured she wasn't by her mother and retook her stance. All six girls breathed a sigh of relief.
"OK gentlemen, you know what to do. Dick those daughters on three, one, two three."
In a flash, each guy lifted the rear of the girl's skirt and shoved his cock between her legs tight against the outside of her panties. Their skirts hid the action from the audience causing some to think they had been penetrated. But no, those long thick cocks merely sat firmly pressed along the camel toe.
The girls instantly knew what coming next but non wanted to be the one to back out and embarrass their families. The men made the last adjustments expertly bending the girls at just the right angle to stimulate their clitorises.
By now Lisa had explained what was going on to Lowri. She was shocked, ok it was not real sex but still pretty intimate and not something that a decent mother should subject her daughter to on stage. Yet there was something memorizing about watching the girls squirming as the men rode them.
They wobbled like it was their first time riding a bike, their faces fought to conceal their conflicting emotions. Physical pleasure wrestled with embarrassment much to the delight of all watching. Lowri herself was beginning to squirm in her chair as things stirred below. Her thoughts turned from pity for the girls to envy.
One girl shivered and let out a squeak through her bitten lip, that one mumbled suppressed squeal was more arousing than any pornstars scream. His muscular arms kept her upright as he continued to pump relentlessly as she trembled like a leaf. It wasn't long before other girls followed, one by one each girl orgasmed, some with a groan others a squeal. They were either going to thank or kill their mothers afterwards.
Suddenly one guy pointed to a mother and then to the floor as you would calling a dog to heal. She knelt down and as he pulled from her daughter he swung around plunging it into her mouth. Lowri's next question about where they were going to cum was answered. All cocks drained the girls removed their blindfolds and took turns picking the wrong guys. No one won but whether they minded was another question.
"Hope they packed spare panties," quipped Keira, "they got to be pretty wet down there after that."
"Wonder if any of them have experienced that before," replied Lowri.
"Probably some but not sure about the little fat blonde, she looked nervous as Hell. You've tried it I assume?" asked Keira
"Few times, just in bed though. Gets a bit sticky."
Lisa butted in, "Yeah, I'm the one who got stuck with the laundry."
"Least they kept up with tradition," said Elinor, "Letting the mother pick first ride. Personally, I think they should have taken the sticky baptism."
"True," replied Lisa, "Probably didn't want to do the laundry the next day. Still it proves size matters even in a thighjob.
Elinor turned to Lowri, "Your mother sounded like she was on a roller coaster the first time."
Lowri laughed, that sounded about right. "So who you pick for her then?"
"Guy called Terry, think he was about 25ish at the time. Looked a bit like Tom Cruise but wasn't a midget."
Lisa replied, "Wasn't a midget downstairs either," Elinor replied with a smile, "I know."
"Have to admit I was crapping myself the first time," said Keira, "Thought of my parents listening in terrified me at the time."
Elinor replied, "Yeah your mother said you were quiet. Didn't get you off then?"
"No, but was still kinda nice. What about you, Lowri? Good first time?" she asked to deflect attention.
"Yeah, I was nervous too during the wait. Felt more relieved once the door was closed."
Elinor turned to Lisa, "You got Paul from the post office to dick her right? You try him out first?"
"Naturally, had to make sure he'd give her a good time. And he did."
"Paul, don't think I know him," said Keira.
