Lily fixed three mugs of hot chocolate, and carried them on a tray. She walked out of the kitchen just in time to see her mother rush in through the backyard door. Her mother was naked, her hair all messed up, her bushy pussy was glistening, and she had the look of freshly fucked bliss on her face. Lily quickly guessed her mother was coming from the neighbors after a quick session of goodnight sex.
"Fuck it's so cold," her mother said, shivering.
Lily went to her mother with the tray of hot chocolate.
Her mother picked a mug from the tray and sipped the hot beverage. "Mmmm, just what I needed," she said, and leaned in to kiss Lily on the lips.
Lily tasted the hot chocolate on her mother's mouth. Sweet, and made sweeter by her mother's tongue.
Her mother was free spirited and free loving, which were her preferred terms for what others would call 'a slut'. An avid nudist, there wasn't a pair of eyes in the neighborhood that hadn't seen her naked. Or for that matter, there weren't many in the neighborhood who hadn't felt the insides of her pussy, or her legs wrapped around their waist, or pushed up on their shoulders. Her mother considered it to be the most natural way to life. And Lily was the proof of her mother's lifestyle, growing up without knowing the father, because simply put, there were too many possible candidates.
Until last year, she was ashamed of her mother's lifestyle. But after a bizarre dream, Lily decided to she wanted her mother in her life. So this year, Lily convinced her husband to spend Christmas at her mother's place.
Lily's husband was the complete opposite to her mother. He was sexually conservative, uncomfortable with public display of affection, and wouldn't in his wildest dreams leave the house without two layers of clothing. Right now, he was upstairs in the guest bedroom, where he had been all day, hiding from having to face Lily's nudist mother.
Lily's thoughts came back to present as her mother gently bit on Lily's lower lip. Lily moaned and gently rubbed her thigh against her mother's bushy pussy. Lily was wearing her pj, but still felt the wet heat emanating from her mother's pussy.
"I was just talking about you," her mother said. Still embraced in an eskimo kiss, her mother said, "My neighbor is eager to meet you."
"By meet me, you mean, he wants to fuck me."
"He has a tasty cock, so why not?" her mother said, taking another sip from the mug. By now, she was humping herself on Lily's things, rubbing her pussy on her.
Lily realized her mother was doing it without realizing. Even subconsciously, her mother was a whore. The thought would have disgusted her but after last year's dream, Lily actually loved that about her mother.
Lily chuckled and shook her head. "I can't have sex with any man in the same zipcode as you, mom. You'd have fucked every one of them already."
"Maybe... So?" her mother said, sipping the hot chocolate.
"And you don't know who my father is."
"So?"
"So... your neighbor, he could be my father."
Her mother's grin grew wider. "So?"
"Mom..." Lily said with a mock warning in her voice, but she was smiling. "I'm going to bed."
Her mother laughed and dropped the topic. She slipped her hand through the front of Lily's pj and gave a gentle slap on the pussy. "That's for you. Good night, baby."
Her mother leaned in for another kiss. Lily opened her mouth to invite her mother's tongue, but instead of kissing, her mother stopped just a breadth away from Lily's lips. Then, she spit into Lily's mouth.
"And that's for your husband," her mother said. "Don't swallow before you kiss him."
Laughing, her mother went to her bedroom, carrying the mug of hot chocolate with her. Lily carried the tray with remaining two mugs upstairs to the guest bedroom, softly humming to the Christmas jingle playing in the living room.
Her husband was already in bed, reading a book. She placed the tray on the nightstand, and slipped under the blanket, cuddling next to him.
Lily kissed her husband, passionately. The thought of him tasting her mother's spit made her moan a little.
"Is your mother still awake?" he asked.
"She went to bed."
He sighed. "Finally, I can leave this room without being afraid of facing her."
"You don't have to avoid her, babe" Lily said. "She likes you."
"Yeah, a little too much. You know..." he said, sitting a little straight and turning towards Lily. "She tried to kiss me earlier."
"She kisses everyone. Don't think too much into it."
"She tried to grope me."
"Then grope her back," Lily said, laughing.
"I'm not joking. I know before we came over, you warned me that she's a nudist, but I think it's more than that. Babe, I'm sorry, but... I think your mother is a bit of slut."
"You're too much of prude," Lily said.
She handed him a mug, snuggled up to him, and began nursing her hot chocolate. Her husband went back to reading his book.
As was usual for this time of the year, he was reading one of his favorite books by Charles Dickens. She had never read them herself, but had listened to her husband talk about it so much.
Soon, her eyes became heavy. She kissed her husband goodnight, sunk deeper into the cozy blanket and within a few seconds, was soundly asleep.