The most wonderful sex I ever had in my life was with a woman close to my age, when we were in our early 40's, Annette. She was a dance instructor, so she was in top shape, way better than I was. Although I did work at keeping my form. She was my height, which is to say small, under 5'6". She had auburn hair, green eyes, slim hips and small tits. And she fucked like crazy.
All I had to do was stick my cock into her and she went crazy. I got off like never before, but her orgasms were countless. I could make her cum just sucking her nipples. More than once, I came up behind her while she was doing the dishes, pressed my hard cock against her ass cheeks, reached around and pinched her nipples, and she came. It was great.
A divorcée, she had two daughters, one 14 and one eight. I did the parent thing as much as they would accept while we dated. The little one liked me reading to her. The older one, in middle school, hated that I knew all her friends' parents because of my job. She was going to be a clone of her mom, just dark haired and deep eyed. She was already figuring out sexy. I ignored it.
Annette dumped me after almost two years. She tried to dump me for almost six months, but couldn't leave me because of the cock, as she later told me. Finally, we split because, alternately, I was too nice, she never deserved such a good relationship, I wasn't responsive enough, the girls liked me too much, the girls didn't like me enough, I didn't understand her responsibilities, I wanted to share them too much. Whatever, I was too good and not good enough. In the end, it was over and I went on.
Some ten years later, I was working as a professional fashion photographer. I had left my small town and moved to the big city. On a shoot for teen fashions, there was a model that looked familiar. The models for teen fashions are never teens. They are always 20-somethings. I knew I had photographed this girl.
We shot all afternoon. Slowly, I realized that this was Annette's daughter, all grown up. She was incredibly sexy. That 14-year-old had grown up and fulfilled her sexy potential. Her hips were still slim, but more rounded. Her tits were still small, but had that up front sexuality that only small breasts can have.
After the shoot, I approached her. "Aren't you Abby?"
"Yeah, you're Marcus. I never forgave Mom for breaking up with you. You were so cool."
I laughed. "I didn't think I had ever been cool in my life. Good to know. And I thought you didn't care for me. It looks like we both grew up and moved on." I chuckled at my joke.
"No, Mom always dated losers except for you. I just thought you'd be another one until I got to know you. Just when I accepted you, she dumped you."
"But it's not just me who went urban," Abby said. "I did an online audition for this agency, and got a gig with them, full-time! When I'm not at shoots, I'm repping them at pageants and stuff. I moved here, got a studio apartment, and in three weeks Mom and Livvie were sleeping on my floor. So we're all here."
"Your mom gave up her dance studio? I can't believe it. No matter how often I told her to go big time, she said she needed to bring dance and culture to the poor and the rural kids – never mind that none of them had any money."
"Well, you know Mom is the ultimate perfectionist. She got the reputation of being hard-assed and difficult for the parents to deal with. When she left, she only had six students. She was tuning pianos to make ends meet."
"She got anything going here?"
"You know how she is, pushy and demanding. She doesn't make a good employee. In the six months we've been here, she's worked in three dance studios. They all love her dedication to the art and her high standards. She just won't suck up and coddle parents. So she doesn't last."
"Sorry. What is she going to do?"
"Well, she is going to try on her own again. She feels like, if she lets people know up front what a bitch she is, they won't be surprised when she tells them their kid lacks talent."
"What about Livvie?"
"She's in the high school for performing arts. She's discovered a talent for acting. She's still singing and dancing. First semester junior, transferring in, and she got the lead in Annie."
"That's so cool. I'd like to get together with you all sometime."
"Actually, we could use your help. We don't have any money to pay you, but we need photos and video for a project we are developing. The City Modern Dance Troupe is having a contest for the most intriguing modern dance choreography of the year. Mom and I have come up with a two-woman pas-de-deux set to Stravinsky. We need images for the application. Interested in helping?"
"Isn't a pas-de-deux a male/female dance?"
"Usually, but we have made it a mother/daughter dance. What do you think? Will you do it?"
"Count me in. Here's my card. Just call or text me." And we parted.
You can be busy 24/7 if you work for free, but I was thinking about how great her mom was in the sack and thinking there were all kinds of ways to pay back a favor. -------
Abby called me the next day. "We have a deadline," she explained. I met them two days later in the studio they rented for practice. Her mom, Annette, seemed to be genuinely happy to see me again. She kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for the work I was doing for them.
"Happy to do it. That's what friends are for. Now just walk through the choreography for me so I know where to set up my lights." They did so and I started to think in terms of camera angles.
"You might have to do it several times for me to get everything I need. I don't want to do set-ups. I want to shoot as you dance," I said.
"That's OK, we need the practice," Abby answered.
The women talked quietly as I set up, giggling once or twice. Maybe I imagined Annette looking at me. Finally, they went to change into performance costumes. I got my lights and cameras set and ready.
When they came out in costume, I was blown away. They wore skin-tight body suits of lavender and blue with wisps of color looking airbrushed in. Each wore a sheer cape, Abby's shorter. There could have been no underwear, as the lines of their bodies showed no dent, ripple, fold or outline.
"Ready?" Annette asked. At my nod, she punched a button on a CD player. I was not familiar with the Stravinsky piece. It used the unusual scale of Stravinsky, but was softer than something like his Firebird suite. The women began their dance.
Really good choreography in modern dance tells a story without words. This one was amazing. I saw Abby's birth, her childhood, her mother's care and love, Abby's coming of age, and the unavoidable separation of mother and daughter as she began adulthood – all in dance set to this amazing music.
It was powerful. And they did it again. Three more times for me. The last time, the mood seemed to change a little. It became more sensual. Their touches lingered a little longer, their eyes engaged more deeply.
The dance ended with a kiss on the lips, a symbol of departure. This last time through, the music ended, but the kiss did not. Soon, I realized it was a French kiss. Abby put her hands in her mother's hair and held her face there.Annette's hands explored Abby's body, coming to rest cupping her buttocks. She pulled Abby's crotch to her own.
The women's embrace seemed to go on forever. After some hesitation, I continued to photograph. Abby brought a hand down to stroke her mother's breast. Annette signed deeply. She moved a hand down between them and stroked Abby's swollen mound. I photographed.
As they stroked one another, I got the impression this was new. They had never touched one another like this before. But it also seemed as if they were satisfying a desire and a curiosity long held.
Annette peeled back the shoulders of Abby's leotard, rolled it down slowly and revealed her small breasts with the aggressively hard nipples. She bent and sucked her daughter's nipples. Abby's hands were now stroking her mother's ass and rubbing her crotch against her mother's.
