Brandi Sanderson's clothes were almost sticking to her body and her long, blonde hair was almost matted to her neck. Owning such a large home required a lot of work and God forbid Patrick should ever pitch in. He had gone to work late this morning after playing a round of gold. He could have cut the lawn or cleaned the pool but he hired a kid for that. Yet he refused to hire a housekeeper to help Brandi look after the house. He had always wanted a huge home, she didn't need the opulence, as they only had the one child. Not that Pepper would be winning any prizes for daughter of the year. She could have stayed and helped but her daughter was rarely home these days. She knew Pepper didn't have a steady boyfriend and wondered what the girl did with her time. Her marks at school sure didn't reflect a studious nature.
The 38-year old mother looked at the huge pile of laundry in disgust. Even having a housekeeper part-time would be a tremendous help. She felt unappreciated and overworked and there was no end to her resentment. If Patrick ever wondered why she wasn't often in the mood anymore, she would show him the pile of dirty clothes from himself and their daughter. Even when they went away on vacations, the cheap fucker expected her to do all of the cooking. They could easily afford to go out every night on their holidays, but he thought it was wasteful.
Going out for a meal sounded like a good idea. Brandi thought she would call one of her friends and then jump in the shower and have a day for herself. The fucking laundry could wait and if Patrick didn't like it, he or Pepper could do it themselves. Just as she was about to go upstairs and shower, the telephone rang.
"Hello darling girl, it's your mother," a lightly-accented voice said on the other end of the phone. Brandi's mood brightened immediately, she adored her mother and hadn't seen her in over a year. She lived in Sweden with her husband, Brandi's stepfather. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the day?"
Thoughts of lunch immediately flitted out of her mind. "Nothing important mom, why?"
"Lars and I are in town for the day and then we're going to visit your sister and your niece," Sonya said to her daughter. "We thought we'd pay our girls a surprise, is Patrick going to be okay with that?" Sonya and her son-in-law were civil but far from best friends.
"Patrick isn't home mother," Brandi said to her mother. "Come over and stay as late as you like, I'll be thrilled to have you," she said, her mood already lighter.
"Sounds good dear, we'll be there in about one hour," Sonya said before hanging up the phone.
Now Brandi was glad that she
had
cleaned the house because one thing that her mother was, she was a neat freak. Brandi and her sister had been driven crazy by it as children. It had ended Sonya's marriage to their father, a carpenter who tended to me more messy than his immaculate wife. After her divorce, Sonya started being social and getting out more. She had met the 15-years younger Lars in a nightclub and married him a year later.
She ran upstairs and made short work of her shower. She wanted to look her best for her mother. Every visit she had with her family was special and she didn't want this one to be any different. She ran into her walk-in closet and looked for something that would fit the occasion. She found that outfit after about 5 minutes of rummaging around.
She sat in front of her bureau and used the mirror to apply her makeup. Against her gorgeous mother, Brandi always felt second-best, even though she knew she was a beautiful woman. Sonya was almost 60 and barely looked 40. Some people asked Lars where he had met his younger wife and he never bothered to correct them. She continued dressing, thrilled at the prospect of seeing her family again. Her husband and daughter could go to hell, she was going to have a wonderful day after all.
Almost to the minute, her mother and Lars arrived. Lars still looked as if he could play professional sports, even though he was a classically trained violinist. Sonya wore a grey silk top and black leather pants with heels on her 5'9" frame. There were still no traces of gray in her blonde hair and few lines marred her face. Brandi hoped that she would wear her years as well when she was Sonya's age although with a family like hers, she wasn't sure.
"So mom, have you and Lars had any adventures lately?" Brandi asked as she poured the wine. She didn't miss the fact that Lars was checking her out as she bent over to give her mother her glass of wine.
"As a matter of fact darling, we have," Sonya smiled at her daughter. "This gorgeous man and I went to a sex club last month, didn't we Lars?"
"MOTHER!" Brandi shrieked, although not in disgust. "How marvelous, I can't believe you did that. So, how was it?"
"Wonderful, so many gorgeous people, lots of sexy women and men. It was a nice place too darling, with good food and drink and a lounge, a place to dance, not sleazy at all. Of course, this handsome stallion was the hit of the evening. I have no idea how many women he fucked," Sonya laughed.
"What your very gorgeous mother is neglecting to tell you is that not ten minutes after we got there, she had 3 willing partners asking for her company," Lars grinned and looked at his wife. "I barely saw her until it was time to leave."
"Not all of my partners were men, either," Sonya chuckled. "It's been a long time since I've been with a woman, I'd forgotten how much I enjoy it, as you know Brandi," she smiled, patting her daughter's hand.
"Oh yes, I remember," Brandi sighed. "I remember very well," she said as she looked at her parents. She wondered if they might all be on the same wavelength and she sure hoped so. "But maybe I could use a reminder. We don't have to eat for a while -- would the two of you like to go upstairs and fuck?"
Sonya grinned at her stunningly-beautiful daughter. "Certainly darling, I don't think my husband has been able to take his eyes off of you since we got here and I've missed touching your beautiful body. I'm always available to play game with my daughter, so let's all go upstairs and reacquaint ourselves, shall we?"
Brandi felt almost as giddy as she had the first time she had fucked with her mother and stepfather, shortly after their marriage. Lars had opened up his wife's mind to a whole new world of possibilities. He had told her that he had no objection to her fucking other men and other women, if she so chose. He could see the glimmer in her eyes and through several conversations, learned that his wife had bi-sexual leanings. When her daughter came to visit, the progression was made and Brandi ended up in bed with her mother in one of the most sensual evenings of her life.
It had not been hard to seduce Brandi as she had always thought her mother was one of the most beautiful, elegant creatures on God's green earth. Brandi always tried to emulate Sonya and when a few glasses of wine loosened both her tongue and her inhibitions, the two women continued their flirtation and took it to the next level.
By the time that Sonya took her daughter as a lover, she'd had many experiences with other women. With Lars' encouragement, she had made up for lost time and found bi-sexuality suited her just fine. As her agile tongue drifted over her daughter's nude form, she had no qualms about the incest. Brandi was just one more o the lovelies who had shared her bed over the last little while. She was her daughter, yes, but she was also a desirable and lovely woman. Had they met anywhere else, like the nightclub in which she had met Lars, Sonya would have seduced the young woman and bedded her. Why should their familial relationship make the slightest bit of difference?
It certainly didn't seem to matter much to Brandi. Once in bed with her mother, Brandi was a little wildcat. She licked and nibbled and fingered and she let go with a ferocity that surprised Sonya. The gorgeous mother was astounded at her daughter's sexual hungers and not for the first time, she wondered about the solidity of Brandi's marriage. She didn't much like Patrick, she thought he was a bit too insensitive for her daughter. They were a tangled mess when Lars came into the bedroom and saw them together.
"Now this is the kind of sight a man likes to come home to," he grinned wolfishly. "I know I have a gorgeous wife but seeing her in bed with her equally-gorgeous daughter is quite the treat. Would you mind if I joined the both of you?"
Brandi looked up at her stepfather, a little more sober now and aware of her strange surroundings. "The incest thing, it doesn't bother you?"