Author's note: much thanks to my Editor - Peace-And-Love - who wants to remind everyone they're lovable, loving and loved.
This is a work of fantasy, don't try this at home, it won't work out. All characters in this story are over 18.
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"Your father..." Miki took a deep breath and dove in, "has a very..." she hesitated for a moment, looking at the table "very high sex drive." When she finished, she looked at her daughter's face to get a sense of what she thought about what she had just said. That face was suddenly confused and a little grossed out.
The two women sat on stools in their kitchen with a wide countertop between them. The table was empty except for a bottle of white wine and two glasses.
"Jesus, mom." Kelly looked away from her mother. "This is what you wanted to talk about? Why are you telling me this?"
"Just listen to me, this is important." She poured herself a second glass of wine, her daughter was still working on her first. "This was something I knew when we first met, your father had a bit of a reputation. Not as a player, but as a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid of going and getting it. He was, and still is, very straightforward."
"What he wanted? You mean to sleep with a lot of women? Doesn't every guy?" Kelly is continued. She hoped this wasn't going to be a lecture about avoiding college guys.
"Well, yes, but with your father it's a little different. He was very honest about it but he's also very handsome, and in a lot of ways most women... are okay with it." Miki reflected for a moment, feeling at a loss on howto explain the effect that her husband Todd had on women. "We met in class in the university, and we fell in love immediately. Our sex life..."
"Mom!" Kelly said, shocked and concerned.
Miki had known this was going to be a hard conversation. She continued "...our sex life was intense immediately after we met. He couldn't keep his hands off of me and I was comfortable with that." I paused and took another small sip, "At first,"
Kelly put her hands over her face "Jesus Christ, Mom."
"Look when you meet the right man, you'll understand. The issue is that his needs have always ... outstripped mine. And I've had to rely on others to keep him satisfied." Miki watched her daughter's expression carefully for her reaction.
Kelly's face relaxed in understanding, she turned to her glass of wine, swished it around the glass and sipped it again. Miki could tell her mouth was dry. Kelly mulled over the thought. "You're saying that you two have an open relationship. That makes sense."
"Well, I guess you could say that HE has an open relationship, but sex and a relationship are two different things. Your father, while he has sex with other women, is deeply committed to me, and to this family."
"Okay, okay..." Kelly's eyes were wide, but she was accepting the new information. "So you wanted to tell me about this in case I would find out." She put her hands out in front of her. "I'm glad you told me."
"Well, that's the first part..." Miki saw her daughter's posture change again. She sat up a bit straighter and raised an eyebrow "I need your help."
Kelly turned to look her mother dead in the eye. "Wait, what are you asking me to do?"
"I want to start by saying that your father and I are paying for your university and nothing is going to change when it comes to that, we will always help you cover essentials but..." Miki opened her hands to emphasize the point, "maybe you want...more."
Kelly squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, "Mom, just tell me what you're asking me to do."
Miki tried to seem enthusiastic. "Think of it like extra chores, but for doing these extras you get..." she paused for emphasis "more than you would normally receive. You could call it your allowance."
Kelly watched her mother as the both of them took a drink of their wine. "Okay Mom, your reluctance to actually tell me what it is that you want me to do is pretty telling. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess that you want me to get my friends to sleep with dad, in which case I can tell you that I don't really have friends like that." She paused to think about it; she absolutely did have friends like that, and her mother probably knew it. Undeterred, her mother picked up a pen and a scrap of paper from the table, Kelly continued "well, I do have one or two friends like that, but I don't think that I could..."
Miki shook her head, "No it's not that, what I'm asking you to do would be to help me out. I have a lot of... work to do and I could use someone to help out every once in a while."
"What, like a personal assistant? Mom, I'm not getting what you're asking here."
Miki was getting increasingly frustrated, she had imagined this talk would be easier. She told herself to be calm and clear. "Kelly," her mother said as directly as she could, "I'm asking you to have sex with your father." Kelly's eyes grew wide. "In exchange for one session a day, this will be your allowance."
Kelly's composure had turned to glass, hard but fragile. She was terrified, her mother, a woman she loved and trusted, was asking her to have sex for money. The answer was an immediate no, until she looked down at the paper that her mother had slid before her.
She looked up at her mother, "I didn't think we had that kind of money."
She reached over and put her hand on her daughter's. "Look, I know you're sexually active, we don't need to pretend that you aren't. This is a big step, taking on this role in the family, but I know you're capable of it. Also, you have to know what huge favour this would be for me." Miki smiled at her daughter as Kelly squeezed her mother's hand.
Kelly broke their eye contact "I have to think about this. Honestly, this is the weirdest thing that's ever happened to me and I don't know how to deal with it." She sat up from her stool and began to walk away.
"That's ok, honey" she picked up the slip of paper with the dollar amount on it, and held it up for her daughter. "Just remember, whatever you decide, your father and I love you. Nothing will change that."
Kelly took the slip of paper, and said, skeptically, "Thanks, Mom."
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Kelly didn't know what to think. She was glad she had some wine in her system to blunt the shock of what her mother had asked, but it was still a lot to take in. Only once had she ever considered anything romantic with a family member, a similarly aged cousin, and even then it was just a passing thought. She knew her father was handsome, and she loved him deeply but she had obviously never considered it... She was considering it now.
She had thought before about having sex for money, and though she would never have told her mother, her peer group were getting more and more involved with escort services. A friend had started during a lean first year of university, after a few months she had new clothes and a new car, along with suggestions that her friends join her for exotic vacations. Soon, every pretty friend of hers was making hundreds in just a few hours a week.
Kelly, who still lived at home, had not been interested but found herself more and more jealous of her friends' success. She still lived a pretty privileged lifestyle but she was falling behind them - she still had clothes from high school and a two year old phone. She wanted more.
But the escort lifestyle didn't appeal to her. She was never the type to tell people what they wanted to hear, and she knew that she could never convince a man that she wasn't into that she wanted to fuck him. She couldn't dream of being intimate with someone she wasn't interested in, no matter what the price. But here, out of the blue was a chance to make that money, working from home, so to speak.
She needed to talk this over with someone. With her body still metabolizing the wine, she laid down on her bed, and pulled out her phone to call her friend Kitty.
Kitty was a slim woman of Chinese descent that she knew from highschool who had gone into the fine arts. Training to be a dancer, she had started working as an escort only a couple of months ago, and had since been the most eager of Kelly's friends to recruit her into the work.
Kitty picked up immediately, "Heeyy," she said cheerfully. "Kelly baby, how are you?"
"Hey Kitty, how are you? Listen, I have something really important to talk about." She pressed her fingers to her eyes and thought about what she was going to tell her friend. Could she explain the whole story? It probably wouldn't be wise.
"Sure, uh, no, mmm problem." Kitty breathed hard into the phone.
Kelly heard the strain in her friend's voice. Was this a bad time? "Sorry, I should ask, what are you up to right now? Am I interrupting anything important?"
There was a long pause and she heard rustling sounds. Kitty breathed deeply then said "No, it's fine. Ahh-I can talk now."
Kelly sat up in bed, her eyes suddenly alert. 'Uhh are you okay, why are you talking like that," she thought she heard a thumping sound on the other side of the call
"Talking... like.. What?" her friend said, with pauses after each word.
Kelly listened and the thumping continued, and she finally understood what was going on. "Oh my god, Kitty, are you taking a call while you're having sex?" through the phone she could hear the tell-tale slapping sounds of hips thrusting into hips.
"Oh don't... be such... a prude. Howard... wanted me... ugh.. to take... the-uh call." She breathed heavily into the phone. "He thought it was my... uh-boyfriend."
She heard a male voice groan in orgasm over the phone as she started to hear her friend panting and whining. Kelly hung up quickly and threw her cell across the room. She stood up, planning on leaving her room to leave the house. As soon as she got to the door she realized that she'd never be able to go out like this. She went back to the bed, wiggled out of her pants and angrily put her finger to her moist clit.
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Once that was done she got back on the phone to try to get a fresh opinion from one of her friends. Paranoid now that any friend that she called would be having sex for money with some random older man, she sent a text to her friend Abby, and they arranged to meet for coffee in an hour.
The cafe was just loud enough to drown out their conversation for the next table over but not loud enough that they would have to raise their voices. They claimed a table in a wood framed window looking out on the evening city sidewalk.
By the time they both sat down and had coffee in front of them, there was no alcohol left in Kelly's system. She no longer had the courage to tell the whole story and instead, she let her friend guide the conversation. Abby began talking about problems she was having with her new car, which eventually turned into a story about how she found out about a new store which sold natural supplements in a neighbourhood Kelly wasn't familiar with. She was half listening but mostly her mind was on the bomb that her mother had just handed her at the kitchen table. Her mind suddenly flashed to putting her hand on her father's chest, and him wrapping his arms around her, his lips kissing her neck. She watched her friend's hands as they moved across the table, animating the story that was falling on Kelly's distracted ears.
"Abby," she cut her friend off, "I'm really sorry but I have something on my mind."
Her friend regained focus, "Oh my god, I'm sorry, we were supposed to be talking about your thing, and here I am talking about my own random life. Okay," Abby made a gesture that said she was ready to listen "give it to me."
