Note- This is not based on any true story, it's just made up nonsense meant for amusement.
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"Mother! What ARE you doing?"
"My dear Charlotte. It's called the cowgirl position."
"I know that. I meant, what are you doing, DOING my boyfriend?"
A very naked Lady Penelope paused in mid stroke, impaled on a rather fetching chap with a rather fetching big erection. With her backside facing the door of her bedroom, she turned to the youngest of her two daughters and shrugged.
If there was one thing that Her Ladyship could not do without was a thoroughly good seeing to. And the younger the fellow, the better. Passion, pleasure, and some of the best orgasms in her life. This is what the insatiable MILF sought the most. She simply loved to have sex. And as often as was possible.
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Mothers and daughters tend to be pretty close, and Her Ladyship and Charlotte were particularly cordial. They tended to share almost everything, but what would happen if they actually DID end up sharing everything? Is it so bad that a mother and daughter were having sex with the same man? Is it so bad that the daughter happened to have a nymphomaniac mother?
A lot of middle aged females like to play the sweet and tender motherly type to their children's partners. It was just that Lady Penelope went the extra mile by inviting her daughters beau into her bed. Penny is a MILF with attitude, a hardcore mature blonde bombshell with a pair of buoyant and massive tits that made the most incredible bounces when she rode a big and throbbing dick. To any male, the vision of the fifty-one year old vixen straddling him, her thighs shuddering, and his cock deep inside her pussy, was a dream come true. As Charlotte's latest steady would testify.
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Lady Penelope loved to ride, and at Williamson Manor, she had a fine stables. And at the last count, four horses. She was an exceptionally attractive woman and she knew it. She did not look her age and her body was that of a much younger female which appealed to her multiple admirers of both sexes.
Her sexual favours were never reserved for persons of her own class and wealth, and she especially liked a bit of rough now and again. Charlotte did not share her mother's taste in men, and at this moment in her life, she was having an ongoing relationship with Jude Fry, one of the country's most eligible young bachelors. The twenty-one year old was chocolate heir Cosmo Fry's son. Since ending his education, had set up a business with a fellow alumnus of £38,955-per-year Marlborough College called Pass It On, selling second-hand private school uniforms.
Just like Charlotte, Jude, whose mother is former fashion writer Lulu Anderson, was terribly wealthy and didn't need the money. The business was just a passing interest with which he occupied himself with. A striking figure with curly brown hair, he was a tad over six feet tall in bare feet. He was a knockout with the ladies, and had already gotten himself a reputation as quite a stud.
They had been introduced at a party at the Manor. Her Ladyship was always throwing parties. She still loved socialising and being with others after the two year pandemic. And it was at one of these that her daughter met Jude.
They had hit it off right away and soon were going steady.
Penny knew that they were having sex, and her daughter knew that she knew.
The first time Charlotte introduced him to her, Jude had returned to her home for dinner. When Penny saw him for the second first time, she saw him in an altogether new light. That being her own sexual attraction towards the youthful fellow's physique.
"Has he proposed yet?"
Asked Penny as she dismounted her favourite Skewbald mare, Pixie.
"We've only known each other three months, Mother. So, no."
"Shame."
Charlotte got off of her Irish pony, Mini, and patted her on the nose.
For as long as she remembered, she and her mother had ridden around the lovely Surrey countryside together. And she especially liked her outfits. The tight jodhpurs always gripped her curvy figure in some interesting places. As for swinging herself over a wonderful horse and to sit on that shiny leather saddle. Heaven!
Now aged twenty-six, she resembled her mother in many ways.
Charlotte was tall, blonde and utterly beautiful. Like her mother, she had been aware from her early teenage years that she was a captivating figure to most male admirers. Dressed in a crisp white shirt with a red bandana, her peach of a bottom was hugged nicely by her soft suede jodhpurs. She enjoyed the unique appeal of a trotting horse between her tender thighs, and the sensation of her rocking nether regions in the saddle.
Lady Penelope also wore a pair of jodhpurs and knee length leather boots. Her white blouse had the top two buttons undone which her spectacular DD sized breasts. They usually rode together, but on this occasion, they had been joined by Jude. When they had arrived at the Estate, the pair of young lovers were clearly besotted with each other. More than once, Penny caught the virile fellow eying up her daughter's posterior, superbly outlined through the material of her riding breeches. He himself looked dashing in a top coat and black boots. A striking six footer, he had those dreamy come to bed eyes, and thick brown hair.
They rounded the stable's corner, and already the smell of the animals and liniment assailed their nostrils as they went inside. Two other horses, geldings, watched from their stalls, one grey and one a chestnut brown. The floor was covered with straw and the wooden ceiling beams creaked above them. In the corner, by some bales of hay, waited Jude.
"Jude, darling."
Charlotte greeted her boyfriend with kisses on both cheeks.
"Good morning, my dear boy." said the smiling Lady Penelope.
"And to you, My Lady. And may I thank you again for letting me stay at your beautiful home."
"Not at all. Charlotte has often spoken of you."
"All good I hope," answered Jude as he casually swept his hair back.
Penny's eyes met his and did not waver as she answered.
"That would be telling. Are you comfortable?"
There were numerous bedrooms in the mansion, and Penny had especially prepared the one at the far end of the hall from her own for the young lovers.
Like hers, the other bedroom had an en-suite bathroom, and was far enough away from the staff quarters for privacy.
"Quite comfortable."
"Glad to hear it."
In her mind, Lady Penelope thought that Jude seemed to be giving her as much attention as to her daughter. Immensely flattered, the mature blonde loved that her daughter's boyfriend was checking her out. Not only that, but she also had a heart-warming feeling knowing that the good looking chap, half her age, had the hots for her in addition to her youngest girl.
At the back of her house, Lady Penelope had just had work finished on her much desired luxury spa and swimming pool. After the debacle of the initial construction, (see chapter 11) Penny had hired an elitist company to install a twelve meter indoor pool building with a charming replica of a country barn conversion. Energy efficient, through improved levels of insulation, it had an open front with sloping clay tile roof. The heated pool had a mosaic tile finish, changing room, wet room tiled shower with glazed screen, and a perfect relaxation space and deck.
"Care for a swim before lunch?"
Once the horses had been attended to by one of the members of her staff, Penny pointed in the direction of her pride and joy and casually brushed her jacket.
"Oh. Sounds wonderful." Said Jude, looking at Charlotte for approval.
"You go ahead. I need to run down to the village. I'll see you later."
"Splendid!"
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After a refreshing pot of tea and some buttered scones, Lady Penelope returned to her newly dug pool by way of her herb garden. Left to her own devices, she did not waste time and unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall from her shoulders. Her jodhpurs came next. So tight fitting were they, that she had to peel them gradually over her thighs and roll them down her calves. She plucked away her black thong and left her attire where they fell.
