Nothing had been said after the night in the pool. Not one single word uttered by any one of them. It was confusing and a little disappointing for Helen. If they wanted to fuck her, why didn't they just fuck her? She thought, regarding the younger couple now living with her.
Her phone pinged and she knew what it was instantly but felt offended by it for reasons she still didn't fully understand to herself. The dating app had produced a match. She couldn't check it there and then. Sitting in front of her doctor, slightly flushed asking about going back on birth control at her age.
She would be fucking plenty of strangers soon, Charlie had assured her of that. She'd make her lovers wear protection of course, but she couldn't be too careful. The thought of getting accidentally pregnant at her age was too much to bear. Then again, it did stimulate unconsciously, her maternal instinct. A half-acknowledged desire to let a man breed her, to carry a child again, aroused her matriarchal intuition.
Memories and feelings from when she was pregnant with Charlie, came back to her. She remembered how big her belly got and loving the sight of it when she stood naked in the mirror. She barely ever dressed when she was pregnant, especially toward the end.
She also remembered how invigorated it made her sexually. She was constantly horny. Constantly wanting to fuck and get fucked. Charlie's dad could barely keep up with her. She fucked him night and day and let him shoot her full to the brim, with buckets of thick creamy semen. And in between, she sucked down his cock and drank everything he gave her. When she eventually became too big to fuck, she was averaging five blowjobs a day and became acutely aware of how much exercise her jaw was getting and how strong her jawline got.
She promised him her body as a fuck toy, a cum rag, to be used however he wanted while she felt so insatiably horny. If he could have filled a bath with his cum, she would have bathed in it and drank all of it. There was a toy up her pussy or asshole or both, constantly for the last six months of her pregnancy.
The doctor sat in front of her, explaining how normal it was for women in their fifties to ask for the pill. She hoped he didn't notice her squirming from her panties getting so wet.
She left and when she was back in the privacy of her car, checked the app on her phone. She found a match from a couple she thought seemed interesting when she scrolled through their profile.
He was a mid-fifties executive, silver hair and good bone structure. He was slim and toned as far as Helen could judge based on the couple's holiday snaps. His name was Simon.
She was another story altogether. Her name was Klara. She was twenty-five and Helen guessed from her appearance, Eastern European or Russian. She was stunning. A tall blonde with toned long legs and, posing topless in the holiday pics, had beautiful tits.
Since she had liked their profile and they had now matched with hers, she could now access their private photo gallery. They of course could do the same, which sent a jolt of arousal through Helen.
She flicked through the images and couldn't believe how explicit some of the snapshots were. Her pussy got wet instantly and she tempted fate by reaching her hand into her jeans to stroke her clit. She looked around the car park to make sure no one could see her and jilled off to the sexy images of the couple.
Most were camera phone pics. Klara naked, then Simon naked, his cock looked admirable. Long and thin but attractive. Then pictures of them naked together, at what looked like a nudist resort in the Caribbean. The pictures got increasingly more graphic. In a hotel room, Klara sucking Simon's cock and then, out and out penetrative fucking.
But then, Helen was surprised that some of the more recent looking photos, were quite professional. They had obviously hired a photographer to capture them mid-fuck. In various poses, and multiple angles.
Helen cried out and arched her back as her orgasm shot out across her body from her groin. She fell back in her seat, and slumped down in it, catching her breath. 'This couple's sexy as fuck', she thought to herself. She caught sight of something out her side window and looked:
A young mother, holding her toddler was getting into her car and looking over at her. By the look in her eyes, she knew Helen had just rubbed one out. Her expression was one of shock but in that same look, was desire and envy. A look slowly morphing into yearning.
They held strong eye contact between them for a moment, Helen tempted to roll her window down and invite the young woman over, but the moment passed, and she put the child in its seat in the back of her car and got in the front.
She started the engine and just before pulling away, looked back over at Helen, and nodded, meekly. Helen laughed to herself. She'd just been caught masturbating and wasn't in the slightest fazed by it. Moreover, she had come within a breath of inviting the woman over so they could... what? Eat each other's pussies in the back seat? Helen laughed harder.
That night she told Charlie about the match, who then jumped for joy at the news.
"You've messaged them, right? Please tell me you've messaged them?" Charlie asked, standing on tenterhooks.
"Well, no. Not yet, I wanted to get some advice on that front from you, first." Charlie sighed and held her hand out for her mother's phone. Helen handed it over without question and Charlie started typing.
Helen, having felt nervous about the whole thing, suddenly felt quite giddy at the prospects of meeting the couple. She stood over Charlie's shoulder watching her type.
"What are you typing about me?" She asked.
"The truth, that you're a sexy Milf and a slut to boot." She cackled. Helen's pussy tinged with moisture. She suddenly felt wanton, like a sex object to be admired and used for others sexual gratifications, it reminded her of her youth and made her feel free and open to a world of possibilities.
"Now there should be no doubt in whoever reads this that you're very liberal about casual sex and are looking for a good time," Charlie said as she started looking through Helen's settings page of her profile. She clicked into the profile pictures area and started looking through her mother's explicit photos that she herself had taken.
They were extremely sexy and daring and made even Helen's pussy glisten. She imagined Charlie's to be pretty damn wet too. The pics were erotic to an almost hardcore level, Helen looking more like a porn queen than a middle-aged woman.
"The pictures have the desired effect if you ask me, they say you're sensual, but needing to get fucked. They say you have strong femininity but are ready and willing to be a sex slave and cum dumpster." Charlie said, the explicit words about her own mother to her face, sent shockwaves of arousal through Helen.
And then, just like that, the phone binged. Charlie smiled at Helen, knowing straight away who it was. She looked at the screen and brought Helen close to her to be able to see the message.
'Hi there, so lovely of you to reach out and make contact.' It read. The avatar beside it was Klara's. Another ping and a new message appeared. 'So, we don't like to waste too much time on this here, we much rather meet up and get to know people in person, how does that sound?'
'Sounds great!' Charlie typed back a little too quickly.
"Don't worry about them thinking you're too eager... eager to fuck usually makes for a date ASAP," Charlie told her mother.
"Dating has changed a lot." Helen opined.
"You have no idea," Charlie said, sending back another message with details of her mothers' availability. By the end of the messaging blitz, it had been arranged that Helen would meet the couple in town on Friday, in what she knew to be an exceptionally sophisticated hotel. The whole episode was a wild rush, leaving her excited, both mentally as well as sexually.
A few minutes later, Eden arrived for dinner having been at it again in the garden all day. He was musky and sweaty, and Helen thought a raw specimen of masculinity that she wanted to have balled up and living inside her pussy. God what it must be like to fuck him, she speculated.
Charlie threw herself into her lovers' arms as he entered, wrapping her limps around him, bringing him in for a sensual embrace, lots of heavy petting and soul kisses. No worries of Helen's innocence, she'd been there and seen that only a few days before in the pool, as she watched and admired and stroked her clit to the couple fucking, within feet from her.
"Good news baby, mums going to get her brains fucked out on Friday night." Helen felt herself moisten and when she looked at Eden's crotch, his cock was swelling.
Perhaps, Helen thought, Charlie uses her as a sexual device for arousing Eden, like the thought of her own mother getting fucked into next week was a stimulant for her boyfriend. Helen felt flattered if a little embarrassed.
Eden looked over to regard Helen, Charlie still in his arms licking and biting his neck. He smiled at the older woman, sharing an intimate detail of her sex life. It didn't offend Helen like she thought it might.
"Great news. Here or their place?" He asked.
"A hotel in town." He nodded, seemingly happy that Helen was meeting people.
"Try and lure them back here mum, we can have a fivesome." Charlie teased and laughed rambunctiously.
*
The week passed in a whirl and before she knew it, Helen was walking up the steps into the hotel restaurant. She was wearing a classy but simple wrap dress. Charlie had called it slutty-elegant.
