After the session we had indulged in a weekend or two before, the notion of a wet room seemed to take on a momentum all of its own. We seemed to be drifting towards more piss play, and each time we did it, Helen would start to push me a little further as to where her mind was.
"Wouldn't it be lovely to just be able to stand and wee whenever we felt like it, without having to worry about carpets or being restricted to the bath," Helen would say, usually when we were well into a session. "We'd have so much more room, and wouldn't have to be so restrained – that bath is pretty small when it comes to our playtime."
I must admit, it was becoming more appealing, and Helen also had this idea of having several shower heads at both head height and at torso height. The bathroom wasn't huge, but we had actually started to sketch out some designs as to where to locate the showers, with the hardest bit trying to decide whether they should be opposite each other, or side by side. In the end, we had the thought of doing away with the torso height ones, and having four heads, sort of in a square arrangement so that we could use them however the mood would take us at the time.
There was no getting away from the fact that a wet room had enormous potential for us, but there was the small matter of how to pay for it. Neither of us had independent means – we had enough to live relatively comfortably but there wasn't much money left at the end of the month, and I wasn't really earning as technically, I was still a student.
In the end, Helen approached a friend at work whose husband was a kitchen / bathroom fitter and plumber, and she borrowed some money on the mortgage, so within about four months of the idea first coming up, the conversion was in progress.
It was actually turning me on just thinking about the possibilities that this was going to create. For some inexplicable reason, it had taken my mind back to that very first glimpse of Helen's spectacular cunt when I had seen her on the toilet after rushing in late one evening while I had been in the shower. I don't think, even after seeing her on that original occasion, and the rush that it gave me (I recall jilling myself off repeatedly to the vision that I had seen) that I had ever expected that it would lead to the sexually charged and fulfilling relationship that we now had. Moreover, it had become so much more. I loved Helen with a passion that I would have never thought possible, and we were living a rather deviant lifestyle that deep down, I think I was always destined for.
Despite all that, I wanted more. Ever since Helen had mentioned that she was greatly inspired by the idea of tit milk, I was trying desperately hard to think of a way that I could make this happen for her. It would be massively erotic seeing her do it, but as yet I did not have a single clue as to how to set about it.
In the interim, there were plenty more things to indulge in. I was getting more and more interested in Helen's ass, and this was featuring to a much greater extent in our sexual pleasure. Recalling that night when Helen had come clean on her deepest fetishes, I was also getting ever more vocal both by way of build-up to, and indulgence in our sessions.
I would wait until we were washing up, or watching television and start to say things like, "I think we'll give your ass a workout tonight."
"What are you going to do to me," Helen would ask.
"Well your back hole is really quite tight. We've got to get you loosened up so that you can be fisted properly."
"Why?"
"Because you love it, you dirty bitch. You want to have your lesbian ass filled with my arm, don't you my gorgeous mummy fuck slut."
"If I was your Mummy, would you still want to fist my holes darling?"
"Fuck yes. You want to be fucked by your girls don't you . . . Mum?"
I could sometimes see the wheels going round in Helen's brain. After a few minutes of seeming to mull it over, Helen looked at me in a very strange way.
"I know I shouldn't, but I crave it. I want you and Sam to do everything to me. I want Sam to do what you do. I would let her do anything to me."
"Anything," I asked.
"Anything, especially if you were doing it together. And I don't mind if you want to call me Mum as well. In fact I'd quite like it."
"Thanks Mum, I'm so turned on, obsessed even, by your big Mummy cunt."
"When's Sam home next," I wanted to know.
"In a couple of weeks when the term ends. Why?"
"Because I'm going to ask her if she'd like to fist your cunt while I do your ass."
Helen was getting visibly wet.
"And I'm going to ask her if she would like to pee on you, perhaps while she's reaming out your cunt with her hand."
This was definitely having the desired effect.
My own mind was getting into overdrive, but Helen was practically squirming.
I crawled over to where Helen was slouched on the sofa. I lifted one of her legs over the arm of the sofa, and moved her other leg so that her knee was fully bent with her foot on the seat cushion.
I started with a good tongue lashing before slipping my hand fully into her gargantuan hole. It went in with ease and once it was fully in, I began licking between my wrist and her meaty lips, periodically slavering at her clit with my tongue.
"It's Sam's hand you want up here isn't it," I goaded. Helen simply nodded.
"With your other daughters hand here," I whispered, using the fingers of my free hand to tease her butt.
"Shit, you are going to make me come before I'm ready," she gasped.
"Tell me what you want."