The music from my club thumped beneath us, an animalistic beat to match the mood hanging thick in the air of my executive suite. The mother and daughter stood out on the balcony, talking quietly to each other. That was when they might back out, but they wouldn't. The girl was nervous, but she was excited too, and the mother... the mother wanted this as much as I did.
In the glow of the Christmas tree's twinkling colored lights, I leaned back on the wide leather couch and took a long sip of my Mortlach, closing my eyes for a moment with the pleasure of anticipation. It had been a long, long week, and I was ready for this release. But if it didn't happen with the pair, there was an elevator close by I could take to an entire club full of women ready to be fucked.
They came in, the girl giggling. Twenty-one, as of two weeks ago. This was her mother's joint birthday and Christmas gift to her, a weekend trip including a night at my club. Not cheap, and not easy to get through the door. You had to be a ten, and that's what these two were. The mother was an actress, Latina and excruciatingly sexual, her body screaming sin and her face a strong-jawed stunning blend of sultry and sweet. The daughter had curves too, but her body was still more nice than naughty, with fairer skin and bigger doe eyes. She was on her way to Internet fame as an influencer, and this was part of that. Her social media stats would shoot to super stardom here, taking pics with her mother and some of the world's most notable A-listers and influencers.
But that's not why they were up there, in my executive suite two floors above the club proper. They were there because I wanted them to be. They were up here knowing what was going to happen. What they were about to be involved in. And now they were up here, ready to be fucked.
Mother and daughter came to me. I was already nude, and the daughter eyed my muscles and my stiffening prick appreciatively.
"Strip," I said softly.
There was no hesitation, only shyness. The mother was dressed in a curve-hugging plunging blue dress, the daughter a mini-skirt and a thin-strapped crop top that ended well north of her lean abs. Both of them were in heels, of course. It's not required in the club but it may as well be.
The heels came off first for the girl, and she was obviously relieved about that. The mother kept hers on, giving her an inch over her daughter. On purpose, maybe, a subconscious power play for dominance. I paid it no mind. The mother turned the daughter so her butt was facing her. The daughter giggled nervously as her mother ran her hands over her ass. They were doing much more touching down on the club floor, but that was a show to get my attention when they saw me. This was for real.
"Look at you, baby," the mother cooed, running her long red nails over her daughter's ass. "So beautiful. So grown-up."
"Mommy," the twenty-one-year-old whispered, her voice throaty and full of long-held need. The mother's lips parted and she mouthed the word in stunned disbelief. Mommy. I took it this was not a term the girl used often with her.
I stroked my cock lazily as the mother slowly knelt, drawing down a zipper on the girl's skirt. The young woman's ass was perfectly accentuated by a navy-blue thong -- no way to hide anything more than that under that tight skirt. There was a tattoo on her right cheek, a pair of red lips, and the mother planted her mouth right there, kissing her daughter's ass with more of a tender fondness than an overtly sexual gesture. But that would come.
Then she kissed the other cheek and rose. Her hands went to her daughter's waist and she twisted her, the two of them staring into each other's eyes as the mother lifted the daughter's crop top up and over breasts I didn't have pegged as being so big. But they were that, leaving me thirsty for darker things. I imagined the daughter resting over the mother, feeding her a tit dripping with her milk. That would be one of the few taboos I'd never experienced before with anyone at the club, and the thought made me stroke myself faster.
"Are you both on the pill?" I asked.
The mother and the daughter looked at each other. "Go ahead, honey," the mother said. Her hand trailed down her daughter's back. "There's nothing to be shy about."
The daughter blushed. "No," she whispered. "I could get pregnant."
"Same," the mother said.
Fuck. Me.
I thought about the condoms in every end table in the condo. I thought about the stash in a glass bowl in the bedroom adjoining the living space we were in. I thought about them, and I decided to ignore them. It wouldn't be the first children I had from my nightly fun, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. I loved the idea of knocking them up. Breeding them. I'd fuck a kid into every attractive available woman in the world if I could, and I was certainly giving it one hell of a try.
"Good."
The mother's lips parted at that and the daughter squirmed. Her mother took the girl's face in her hands but didn't kiss her yet. They were still shy, or maybe they were teasing this out for my pleasure. Either way, the crackling moment transformed, and the young woman reached around her mother's back, finding the zipper for the dress and slowly easing it down as her mother did for her with the skirt. No bra, but there were pasties over the mother's nipples. No panties either, I discovered a moment later, and the daughter for a moment was just two inches from her mother's waxed pussy, her eyes huge as she took it in.
"We're really going to..." she breathed.
"Anything you want, honey," her mother said, nearly as softly. I don't think the girl was the only nervous one in the room, though the mother hid it well. They were desperate for each other but neither of them was willing to be the one to cross that divide and have their heart broken in case the other suddenly changed their mind.
I eased the tension by saying, "Beautiful, both of you. Come here." The girl started to stand up but I held up a finger. "On your knees."
The mother giggled, a sweeter, darker imitation of her daughter's, and she was down on her knees in a flash, joining her beloved. I wondered as they crawled forward who they were before this, who the father was, where they were from, and most of all what might have brought them to this. They didn't seem hurt or broken, just madly in love and on the cusp of making that a reality. Their shyness was intoxicating, though visions of them together began to fill my brain, and I had so many plans for them before this weekend was through.
"You are with me the rest of this weekend," I said.
They looked at each other again, then the mother said, "Yes sir." Her daughter seemed surprised at that but her mother reached behind her and pinches her bottom and she yelped it too. "Yes sir!"
Just inches from my cock, they fell into mad fits, holding each other. I smiled too, my stern, uncaring façade momentarily cracked.
The mother was eager for me and greedy, and took my root in one hand while she sucked my tip. Dark hair falls across her eyes and I brushed it back. Didn't want to miss those deep browns consuming me. Her daughter watched, lips parted, and breathed, "You're sucking a man... right in front of me."
"Mm hm," her mother said, and sucked me harder for just a moment, her cheeks hollowing. Then she popped off me with a flourish and held me towards her daughter. "Want a taste?"
