There is a widespread belief, perhaps with some justification, that mothers and their daughters-in-law don't often get on too well. If there is any truth in the belief then Sandra (Sandy) and her daughter-in-law, Kylie, are the exception to the rule. Sandy and Kylie are the very best of friends and as well as enjoying shopping trips together, going out for coffee and chatting they liked to share intimate secrets. Their husbands would have a fit if they had known what their wives said and did behind their backs. Both Sandra and Kylie agreed that when it came to sex, Dave and Jim were "fucking useless."
Both women were avid readers of erotic stories and delighted in meeting up and sharing their latest discoveries. The two women, despite their age difference, found they had much in common when it came to sex. Their story swapping sessions always led to them getting hot and bothered and, uncharacteristically, using the most profane language. Normally Sandy and Kylie used only the most genteel and ladylike language. Everyone they knew, especially their husbands, would have been shocked to hear them in full flow.
"I love those taboo stories, you know, the incest stories. Especially the mother daughter ones."
"Oh fuck, yes Sandy. I like the kinky ones too. Oh! I can feel my panties are getting damp already."
"Your knickers are always damp Kylie." As if to prove the point, Sandy reached up her daughter-in-law's skirt.
"Oh, mummy! That feels nice. Will you take my knickers off please?"
"Of course, darling daughter." Sandy loved it when Kylie called her "Mummy," in their sex games. It added a further bit of taboo naughtiness. "Oh Kylie, your knickers are so wet. Are you sure you haven't peed yourself?"
"No, I don't think so Mummy. Can little Kylie take Mummy's knickers off too please?"
"Of course you can love. Would you like to play with Mummy's big cunt?
So it would go on with both women becoming more and more excited, finger fucking each other until they both came again and again, their fingers wet with each other's juices.
The incident of the Novelty Shop started last week. After her husband had left for work, 52-year-old Sandy set off to visit Kylie who lived just two streets away. Kylie seemed especially bubbly as she popped a coffee pod into the Nespresso coffee maker.
"You seem very bright and bushy tailed this morning love," observed Sandy.
"I am. Mum. Have you seen that new Novelty and Party shop in the High Street?"
Sandy thought for a moment. "Well, yes, I've seen it. They sell jokes and outfits for fancy dress and stuff like that, don't they? I haven't been in though. I don't think that they'll sell anything to interest me."
"That's just what I thought, Mum, but I had a few minutes spare the other day and took a look, out of curiosity. They had all the usual jokes like fake dog poo, whoopee cushions, itching powder, dressing-up things and party goods. But, and this is the interesting bit; in one corner there is a partition with a sign that says Adults Only. Of course, I just had to go in."
At this point, Sandra began to share her daughter-in-law's excitement. "So, what was in there, Kylie?"
"Mum, it was fantastic. There was every sort of sex aid you could think of and a whole lot that I had never even thought of. Some of them I couldn't imagine what they were for."
"Wow! That's exciting. Did you buy anything?"