The Mother/Daughter Date Becomes a Lesbian Threesome
Mrs. Rosalinda Jimenez - Day Twenty-Eight
It was Friday, which meant I had to obey Tony's commands.
He wanted to use me tonight, and that meant I had to buy a sex toy to use on my date with my daughter. Every Friday, I had to find a new sex toy for us to share. So I pulled up before Romantic Delights, the deceptive name for the torrid shop.
I climbed out of my car and headed inside, my purse swinging off me. The moment I stepped in, I prayed,
Lord, protect me from this filth.
There was nudity everywhere. And not just nudity, but explicit sex. Men and women in various combinations. I grimaced at the men kissing men and the women kissing women. Homosexuality was only allowed when Tony used you.
Like he used my daughter and me. And, yes, we had practiced before he used us, but that let him pick us out of all the other women at church, so it was okay. Being used by Tony was a godly thing. I just let my eyes slide over the filth and headed to the sex toys.
I had to find one that would be good for a mother and daughter. There were so many of them, and the packaging was all so lewd. I shuddered as I came across a long box showing a double-headed dildo. Pink and flexible with...
A realistic sculpt.
The picture on the side showed two women using it, one end in each of their sexes as they seemed to be... humping together. Well, that was what I needed for tonight. I grabbed the box and rushed to the counter to pay and get the heck out of here.
The bored girl behind the register looked up from her phoe, straightened, and grinned at me. "Hot date tonight?"
"Yes," I said. "I'm being used by Tony to have a hot date with my daughter and use this."
"Nice," she said. "That's his name, huh? Tony? I hope to be used by him one day. That would be so hot. My girlfriend would find it hot, too."
"Oh," I said, my cheeks warmed. Of course, she was a lesbian.
"Well, there you go," she said when she finished ringing it up. She handed it to me. "Normally, I would put it into a nondescript bag, but you need to show the world that you're being used by Tony, don't you?"
"I do," I said with some pride. "He is amazing. You would be so lucky to be used by him."
The salesgirl smiled. She had a lip piercing, a nose piercing, and tattoos across her collarbones and down her arms. I hurried out of the shop, wanting to be free of this filthy place. I stepped outside and nearly ran into a man.
He leered at it. "I got the real thing, darling."
"Tony's using me," I said.
"Then you have a great time," he said and stepped out of my way.
I was glad that people knew who Tony was even if they didn't know his name. He was just that special.
* * *
Yasmina Jimenez
I was so excited to go out to dinner with Mom. We had to pick up a woman on our date tonight. I wondered who we would pick. I was wearing a nice, blue dress while Mom had a black one on that looked great on her.
We arrived at Mama's, a delicious Italian restaurant that I loved. Such exotic foods with the sauces and the noodles and the cheeses. I adored Italian food. I squealed as I climbed out of the car and rushed around to grab Mom's arm. We were on a date.
"I love you, Mamá," I cooed as we headed inside.
"I love you, too," she said and leaned down, giving me a loving kiss on the lips. A romantic kiss since we were on a date.
I shuddered as I felt her tongue on mine. That made me quiver in delight. She broke it and escorted me to the stairs and inside. The inside was very romantic dark and moody with tables dotting about. People were eating. We had to find a woman to go home with.
This night would be so much fun.
"Reservation?" the maître d' asked.
"For Juarez," Mom said. "My daughter and I are being used by Tony. We're on a date."
"Incestuous, lesbian lovers for the night," I said happily.
"Wonderful," the maître d' said. "We have a table for you two lovely ladies. Enjoy your meal and being used."
"We shall," Mom said and squeezed my butt.
I giggled in delight as she did that. It made my shaved pussy feel so wet. We both kept our pussies bald because Tony liked it. It was one of the reasons he chose us. I shuddered in delight as a waitress took us to our table.
She was cute, but... I wasn't sure she was the woman to go home and enjoy a threesome with. We reached our tables and sat across from each other. I was giddy with excitement as we were handed our menus.
I already knew what I wanted. The chicken scampi. I loved that the most. And the bread sticks.
"Drinks?" she asked.
"Oh, I think a glass of red wine for us both," Mom said. "We're on a date. Tony is using us. I know she's only eighteen, but this is a date, and we are being used."
"Of course," The waitress said. "No ID needed if Tony's using you. I'll be right back."
"Wow," I said. "A glass of wine. You don't even drink."
"Just the one," Mom said, "so pace yourself."
I nodded and grinned at her.
The waitress returned with the wine soon. I was so eager for it, but I only took a sip. It was sour and... dry. How could something wet taste dry? Mom smiled at me as she ordered the spinach ravioli. Then I asked for the chicken scampi.
"And soup or salad for you lovely ladies?" the waitress asked.
"Salad," Mom and I both said.
"Then I'll be right back," the waitress said and took our menus.
"So, who are we going to go home with and make love to?" I asked. "What woman catches your fancy?"
"Women don't catch my fancy," Mom said. "But we should make sure she's pretty. Hmm, how about her?"
I glanced back to see a blonde woman coming in with a man. She wore a wedding ring and a big smile. She looked to be around thirty and wearing a dark-red dress that showed so much cleavage. That was really shameful.
"Sure," I said. "She's blonde. That's different. She's so pale, too."
"I know," said Mom. "Sometimes, your father... I think he likes pale women."
"Dad adores you, Mamá!" I said, giving her a hard look. "Don't think that."
"I know," she said. "But... I am sure he would love to hear about me enjoying a blonde later tonight."
