AMSTERDAMNED: WEEKEND OF KINK

"I'm not nagging! I'm trying to have a civilized conversation; there is a difference you know."Dammit Paula, I told you, the meeting was unexpected and I can't do a goddamn thing about it, I have to be there. Christ the reason we are even here in London this week is because of my job..."

Chloe slammed the door to her room and turned the television volume up to drown out the sounds of her parents arguing. Her father was right; they were in London because he had business to attend to, but his rise up the corporate ladder to the corridors of power had turned him into a demanding workaholic. 

Her mother was correct as well; her father often overlooked the fact that he had a wife and a family, and the reason that they had accompanied him on this trip was because he had said he wanted to make up for the time he spent away from them. Now it seemed the planned trip to Paris with him was not going to happen.

She ran her hands through her sun-streaked blonde hair and stared listlessly out of the window. It was raining again, as it had been for the past three days. She and her mother had done all the tourist stuff, gone sightseeing and shopped at Harrods. 

A wry smile crossed her lips; mom didn't have any problem spending her father's hard earned money, but she sure objected to how much time he spent away from home making it. Stop being a bitch, Chloe, she chided herself, after all she benefited as well from the affluent lifestyle they enjoyed.

 The tuition fees to the university she attended were not cheap and very few of her friends got the opportunity to go abroad for sightseeing and shopping trips. Still, she thought, as the raised voices from outside continued, she could see things from her mother's point as well, she had made sacrifices to become the perfect wife for her executive husband and she did deserve some quality time with him.

The door burst open and her mother stormed in, her deep brown eyes flashing angrily and welling with tears.

"I've just had it with him," she choked, fighting back the urge to sob.

"Calm down mom, it's not like this is anything unusual," Chloe soothed.

"No, it's not anything unusual, but I'm sick to death of it. He's married to that fucking job and I've had enough."

Chloe stared at her mother, slightly shocked by her language. It wasn't that she never cursed, but she was usually more placid, more accepting of her role as the supportive wife. And she seldom used the 'f' word. But there was something about Paula today that made Chloe feel that this incident was not going to be easily forgotten.

"I told him, that if he can't fucking tear himself away from the fucking company for the weekend, as he promised to do, to take us to Paris, then we will fucking go without him."

Three 'fucks' in a row, she was pissed! "And what did he say?"

"I didn't wait to hear," she replied angrily, "But now that I think about it, let's skip Paris."

Chloe stared at her mother in confusion. Paula was in her mid forties, but still a good looking woman. Earlier in the day they had visited one of London's top hair stylists and her mother had gone for a daring new look. Her natural blonde hair had been stylishly cut to fall well above her shoulders, accentuating her slim neck and smooth throat. It gave her a sophisticated but subtle sexiness, but now she had an expression of utter defiance that Chloe didn't recognize. It seemed to make her look harder but somehow more strikingly attractive.

"Skip Paris? I don't understand you mom. You go through all this crap and now you don't want to go away for the weekend?"

"Who said anything about not going away for the weekend? I said let's skip Paris," Paula replied, her look of defiance intensifying. "We've been to Paris before honey, and I was thinking that since you're studying art history at university..."

"Yeah," Chloe said arching her eyebrows expectantly.

"How about we go to Amsterdam?"

'Amsterdam!" Chloe whispered in excitement. Yes, it did have museums featuring some of world's greatest masters of art, but there were other things she was just as interested in. It was the sex capital of the world, and she couldn't wait to explore it. "Oh my God mom," she exclaimed hugging her tightly. "It's going to be awesome."

***

During the short flight from London to Amsterdam Chloe watched her mother visibly relax as she sipped her second glass of wine and spoke excitedly of their trip.

"All that culture," she enthused. "There's the Rijksmuseum and the Van Gough Museum and Anne Frank's house..."

"And the other culture mom," Chloe giggled dropping her voice.

"Yes of course there is the red light district honey, and a trip to Amsterdam wouldn't be complete without taking a look at it." A knowing look crossed Paula's face as she took a deep swallow of her wine, "God, your father would die if he knew what we were up to."

Chloe smiled at their little secret but a sudden awkwardness came over her causing her to shift a little in her seat. Her relationship with her mother had always been an open one. Being the youngest daughter and with her older brother and sister married and out of the house, they had developed a close bond. However since being at university and becoming sexually active, she was more selective about what she discussed with her mother. It wasn't that she was embarrassed to talk about sex but somehow it had been easier to keep her relationships and her burgeoning sexuality private.

As if reading her mind, Paula spoke. "So why the breakup with Jason? I thought you liked him?"

Chloe sipped her drink thoughtfully. Jason had been her boyfriend for the last eight months and the one and only guy she had slept with. She recalled the night she lost her virginity even though there was nothing memorable about it. It had been anything but romantic. Nothing like the stupid love stories she had read. They had been at a party and stumbled back to her dorm a little worse for wear. Her roommate was away for the weekend, and it had happened. A lot of fumbling, Jason's erect cock dribbling copiously at the thought of finally fucking her, one or two shoves to get inside, a couple of quick thrusts and it was over. Chloe sighed at the memory. She had hoped it would get better but it never did. Jason was sweet, but basically inexperienced and despite their efforts to refine and vary their lovemaking, she was always left unsatisfied and a little angry. Eventually she decided to end it.

"Chloe, did you hear me? I asked why the break up with Jason?"

"I guess we just weren't right for each other," she said shrugging her shoulders.

"Were you sleeping together?"

"Mom!" Chloe gasped surprised at her mother's directness.

Paula smiled and patted Chloe's thigh. "I may be almost forty six, but I know how the world works. I was once young and at college myself, you know." She smiled and continued, "There comes a point in a relationship when you have to sleep together. It's just natural to take it further."

"Yeah we were sleeping together. In fact, that was the problem."

"Why?" A quizzical look crossed Paula's face.

Chloe stared out of the window. The airplane had begun it's descent for landing and the setting sun was a burning memory casting a purplish pink haze across the sky like a bruise on the horizon.

"Well, just because... It's really not important."

"Honey, he didn't hurt you or do something bad did he?"

"God, no mom," Chloe retorted, irritated by the questioning. "He didn't do anything at all for me! Almost eight months into a relationship without climaxing. I figured that meant we weren't right for each other. It's really no big deal. There are other men out there."

Chloe blushed at her intimate revelation. Shit did she have to say that?

"Well that does it," her mother said in a determined voice as the plane touched down on the tarmac with a small bump. "Not only are we going to see the Red Light District, but I am going to buy you your first vibrator. There is no reason for anyone to go through life without orgasms."

Oh Jesus, Chloe thought, rolling her eyes. It was great to know that her mother was so open minded about orgasms and sex toys but she wondered what mom would say if she knew that while dating Jason, she was having the best orgasms of her life from the skilled tongue of her room-mate.

It had been a strange time, coming home frustrated from Jason into the sweet loving arms of Sarah. But theirs had not been a relationship, merely a time of sexual experimentation. Sarah was a little wild; she said she preferred women to men and had a profound craving to eat pussy. One evening, after bemoaning her fate to Sarah about Jason, Chloe let her go down on her and discovered the joy of Sarah's talented tongue exploring her needy pussy and sucking her fleshy clit. 

She, herself, had never returned the favor. Sure, she had touched Sarah's pussy, slid her fingers inside the steaming wetness and stroked her clit until Sarah writhed in pleasure, but she had never brought herself to actually lick or suck the other woman intimately. And when Sarah had suggested that they rub their pussies together,

 she was more than willing to give it a try. Chloe felt an unexpected warmth flood her groin as she recalled the way Sarah would move between her splayed limbs, drape her leg around her hip and press her pubic hair against Chloe's smooth pussy. They seemed to fit so well together, pussy to pussy, tits touching and then they would grind against each other. Juice flowing and squelching as they humped and moved their swollen clits plastered against each other as their rhythmic motion caused their pussies to explode in orgasmic bliss.

***

Standing in front of the mirror in a pale blue bra and thong, Chloe finished blow drying her lustrous mane of hair. Her hazel eyes sparkled at the prospect of their first night out on the town. During the drive from the airport to the hotel she was amazed to discover how picturesque and quaint Amsterdam was with its ancient brick and stone architecture leaning at odd angles, overlooking tree-enshrouded canals and the arched stone bridges that crossed them. People pedaled along on their bicycles and the whole setting looked like something that would happily grace the front of a postcard you might send home to your grandmother. It was hard to imagine the contrast between the old architectural and historical ambience with the broadmindedness and tolerance that Amsterdam was famous for.

"I'm almost done honey," Paula called from the bathroom as she stepped out of the shower.

"That's okay mom," Chloe replied applying a layer of mascara to her long lashes and touching up the gloss on her lips.

Paula draped a towel around her body and walked into the double room that they were sharing. She was greeted by the sight of her daughter bent towards the mirror on the dressing table carefully applying makeup. But it was the curve of Chloe's ass that caught Paula's attention, smooth and bare, except for a flimsy string that stretched between the round cheeks of her buttocks. Paula looked away quickly. 

She hadn't seen Chloe naked or in underwear for the last couple of years and she was astonished at how much her daughter's body had developed. It reminded her a little of her own body before she had children, gorgeously smooth, taut and toned. Her little girl had blossomed into a beautiful young woman.

She moved towards the walk-in closet area which served as a small private dressing room and hastily pulled on underwear, a pair of pants and a silky blouse, suddenly a little self-conscious about the extra few pounds she was carrying and the small pale stretch marks on her stomach. Thank God there were relatively few, she thought, but they were there, a reminder of her three pregnancies.

"So where are we eating tonight? Chloe asked wriggling into a tight pair of jeans and pulling on a top that accentuated her firm breasts.

"I thought we might try the hotel restaurant tonight to be on the safe side. Tomorrow we can eat at one of the more exotic places after we know our way around a little."

Chloe laughed at the cautionary, but winked cheekily and linked her arm into her mother's. "Okay mom, you're in charge. Lead the way!"

Dinner didn't take long. With true Dutch efficiency it was served promptly together with a bottle of wine compliments of the hotel.

"Talk about Dutch courage," Paula laughed draining her glass. The idea of venturing into the Red Light District on a Friday night filled her with some reservations, but she could see that Chloe was excited about the excursion and strangely, despite her own apprehension, so was she. Amsterdam's nightlife was notorious and it would be a great story to tell her friends when they got back home.

***

Their hotel was situated close to the gothic Oude Kerk within walking distance of the cultural hub and the Red Light district. A shiver of anticipation rippled through Chloe as they made their way into the narrow crowded streets. The sounds of jazz and rock and music of other genres drifted out from the different venues and floated over the area which bristled with activity.

"Stay close honey," Paula said surprised at the throngs of people who were wandering along the cobbled streets. It reminded her a little of New Orleans' French Quarter, with lots of young men and women just wandering along, leering into the bars and shop windows. Only, instead of seeing liquor everywhere, the sweet and pungent odor of marijuana wafted freely out of many of the small coffee houses mingling with the occasional cloud of spices from Indonesian restaurants. There were single people and couples of all ages strolling along, their eyes filled with curiosity and Paula felt her initial apprehension ease as she realized that it was basically safe to be thronging along with the other tourists.

Among the coffee shops and bars, they began to see the famed red-lighted windows. At first they were scattered, just a flash of scarlet here and there between increasingly crowded porn shops and venues offering tawdry peep-shows or live sex acts. Chloe stopped and gasped at the display in one of the street- level windows next door to a tattoo parlor. The array of porn and fetish items was astounding. Whips, chains, nipple clamps, leather, swings, painful looking lingerie, outrageous sex aids, dildos and videos offering the most bizarre and extreme sex imaginable.

"My God," she whispered, enthralled at the sight before her and the exciting seediness of the whole place. She had never seen anything like it, and as much as she hated to confess it, when it came to matters of base sexuality, she was sincerely and endlessly fascinated. All the talk among her friends back home about Amsterdam did it no justice whatsoever. It was like a pornographic fairy tale; anything your sick mind desired was available or waiting around the next corner. She glanced at her mother and then burst out laughing at the stunned expression on her face.

"Oh, look mom," she said, jokingly nudging her, "Silver-studded, black latex assless pants! Just the souvenir to take home for Aunt Gertrude, and how about those whips and chains to keep dad from going to the office?" Paula's eyes bulged at what she was seeing but she couldn't help giggling at her daughter's crazy sense of humor.

"Very interesting place but nothing we can buy there," Paula said, dragging Chloe away. "We need something a little less risqué, some place more mainstream." She smiled to herself. Despite what she had just said to her daughter, there didn't seem to be anything tame or conventional anywhere. The atmosphere around them was thick with sexual tension, humming with carnal vibrancy. She felt it deep inside her core. And she wasn't sure if it was the wine she had drunk combined with the contact high from the smoky aroma of pot, the outrageous merchandise displayed in the windows, or the multilingual barkers trying to entice patrons in to watch live sex acts but she was beginning to feel strangely aroused.

They snaked their way with the groups of gawping tourists through the winding street and turned into a narrow alleyway. Here the scattered flashes of red blurred into a steady ruby glow. There were dozens of windows everywhere with living breathing women in all shapes and sizes inside them. Some were scantily dressed in lingerie and bikinis; others were plain or school girlish looking. 

A stunning Naomi Campbell look-alike, in a leopard skin mini lingered outside her open door negotiating with a customer for a 'suck and fuck'. In the next window, a young Asian girl in a pair of purple assless pants, similar to those Chloe had joked about, bent over to show off her round globes while peeking over her shoulder alluringly trying to make eye contact with the passers by. Before, they had seen the pants in the window for sale; here the pants were being used to sell the woman.

A shiver of excitement coursed through Chloe as she gazed at the visual display before her. She had been transported into another world. A world where men and women were fucking and engaging in God knows what kind of perverse acts, behind the drawn curtains of shop windows a mere two or three feet away from where she was standing. A happily disheveled man emerged from one of the doorways,

 his face still flushed in post orgasmic glow as he melted into the mass of people swarming along. Chloe felt her mother grip her hand and tug just as a sultry whore deliberately made eye contact with her and maintained a simmering expression while slowly licking her lips and stroking her hand over her scantily clad pussy.

"Jesus Chloe, don't stare at her like that! She thinks you're interested."

Chloe blushed, thankful for the dim red glow that bathed the street. Her mother had been closer to the truth than she realized. The whore reminded her a little of Sarah and suddenly the idea of an experienced tongue lapping away at her wet pussy seemed most appealing. Fuck, she was horny. This place had really gotten to her.

"Mom, let's get off the street for a while and browse in the stores," she said, eager to get a glimpse of what delights lurked inside.

The sex shop they entered was one of the larger ones. The sign outside boasted that 'private cabins' were available and that they had the biggest video and DVD collection available in the city. They both let out a small gasp as they stepped through the narrow entrance into the dimly lit world of hard-core pornography. 

Sex was blatantly displayed everywhere. Triple XXX magazine covers lined the shelves with their vivid and sometimes shocking depictions of every type of carnal connection and the array of dildos, vibrators and devices with studs, spikes and other attachments screamed for attention. Towards the back they could see rows and rows of videos and DVD's on display and against one wall there were booths or private cabins for viewing.

"Good God," Paula said wide-eyed as she absorbed the first shock of their surrounds. Chloe giggled softly at her mother's reaction and guided her towards the wide selection of toys.

"Ahem, I think we are here to buy something, aren't we?" Chloe said, feeling less self conscious than she thought she would have, given that she was about to choose a vibrator with her mother.

"Oh my God, honey," Paula gasped, "How does one choose with so much available?"

"I've heard the Rabbit Pearl is good," Chloe replied nonchalantly, "It's a combination one that penetrates while the rabbit ears stimulate the uh... um clit as well."

Paula grinned, "Sounds like you are somewhat of an expert."

"Nah," Chloe laughed self-consciously, "But some of the girls at university are, and they do talk."

They looked across the display taking in the extraordinary sizes, shapes and colors when suddenly Chloe heard her mother catch her breath sharply. As if in a trance she reached out and touched one of the phallic shapes letting her fingers trace the heavily veined latex shaft. It was one of the largest vibrating dildos with a length of around ten to twelve inches and advertised as having a starting diameter at the tip of three inches but thickening out along the shaft to around five inches in circumference.

Chloe watched mesmerized as her mother's hand with its elegantly polished fingernails tried to close around the massive black stalk but failed to do so. She was about to make some silly quip about the monster cock but stopped suddenly when she saw the glazed look in her mother's eyes. Her breathing had quickened and there was no mistaking the way her nipples were poking out through the silk of her blouse. Jesus Christ; her mother was blatantly aroused by the huge black cock. The realization came as a shock to Chloe. Up until that moment she had never thought about her mother and a cock in the same sentence. It was one of those things you just didn't think about. Obviously her parents had sex, she had just never considered the details, but now, watching her mother touch and caress the fake cock so intimately stirred something inside Chloe, something she didn't understand but nonetheless found strangely exciting.

"Take it mom," she blurted out as Paula reluctantly released her grip on the toy. "I can see you want it, and it will be good for those times when dad's away."

Paula felt her face flush. God, Chloe was right. She did want it. She wanted it so much her pussy was drooling, aching with need to be stretched and fucked by that outrageous thickness. The warm slickness and the dull throb between her legs was driving her mad. She was dizzy with lust and shame. Her bubbling desire had come so close to the surface that her daughter had actually witnessed it. Christ, she had to get herself together.

"No, don't be silly," she said trying to laugh it off, we're here to get you something. The Rabbit Pearl, you said?

"Yip, that's them there," Chloe replied pointing out the pink boxes. "But I'm going to browse deeper into the shop."

She deliberately left her mother, wanting to give them both some time alone to compose themselves. From what she had observed her mother was embarrassed but aroused by the toy. She must have imagined what it would be like to have that big black cock fuck her. It was all very weird, but watching her mother's excitement as she stroked that monster cock had turned her on terribly. She was aroused when she entered the shop but the unabashed desire on her mother's face was one of the sexiest and erotic things Chloe had ever seen. She wondered suddenly what her mother would look like in the throes of orgasm. Her pussy clenched as the thought struck her and a lurid image flashed through her brain. Chloe swallowed hard and felt her face burn. God, what was she thinking?

Shaking her head as if to erase the madness that was playing out in her mind she tried desperately to focus on the rows of videos. Anything to take her mind off the surreal feelings and lewd thoughts she was experiencing. The box covers taunted her already overloaded brain. The whole gamut of kinky sex was available including S&M, bestiality, incest, anal adventures, double penetration, triple penetration, gangbangs, transvestites and some really perverse shit like kiddie porn. Nothing, she realized was taboo here in Amsterdam, not even fleeting depraved thoughts about her own mother. It was the place where anything sexual was possible, where every debauched fantasy could be fulfilled, where there were no limits and no judgments on morality.

The deep sound of a male voice brought Chloe out of her reverie. A couple were standing close to her choosing some DVD's. The man glanced over and smiled at her then returned his gaze to what his female companion was showing him.

"Let's watch it here," she urged in a husky voice.

"Ah mon chérie, but you know what it will do to me?"

Chloe moved away acting as if she were looking at some videos but peering surreptitiously at the woman. She was more striking than attractive with dark hair cut short in an almost boyish fashion She had dark eyes and a wide generous mouth. Her body was athletic with full breasts which pressed tightly against her tee shirt showing the outline of her large nipples. She was not wearing a bra, 

Chloe was certain of that, from the way her tits jiggled as she waved two large packages around. Judging from the size of the boxes, Chloe guessed they were more bizarre toys, definitely not the average-sized vibrator. She watched with interest as the women spoke animatedly to the man and then dragged him off to the cashier to pay for their purchases, before returning to one of the booths to view the DVD. Intrigued, Chloe inched her way towards the booths. 

Some were unoccupied and she glanced in. They were badly lit and barely big enough for two people. A large aircraft style chair with wipe clean PVC upholstery dominated the space and faced a TV screen inset into a frame. The soundtracks of the different films filtered through the thin walls, snippets of dialogue here and there, obscenities, grunts, groans and the unmistakable sounds of orgiastic moaning and screaming as the porn stars were put through their paces. Chloe's nipples, already swollen and puffy scraped against the rough lace of her bra and sent a bolt of heat to her throbbing pussy. She was being utterly consumed by the sensory overload around her and then she saw them. The couple had taken the booth at the very far end, away from the watchful eyes of the cashier.

They had left their door slightly ajar.

With a thudding heart she moved along the row of DVD's facing the booths. She pretended to be engrossed in the titles but wanted to get as close as possible to watch the couple without drawing attention to herself. The woman was sitting on top of the man in a reverse cowgirl position so she could watch the screen as she fucked him. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and she had impaled herself on his cock. 

From her vantage point Chloe couldn't see the man's face, but she could see he was wedged tightly inside the woman. She rode him hard, grunting as she slid up and down on his dick, her eyes riveted to the screen. Their moans merged with the other carnal sounds seeping from the booths. Suddenly the woman stopped and climbed off the man's cock. It was thick and stiff, gleaming wetly in the light from the screen. Chloe sucked in a lungful of air and stared wide-eyed as she watched the woman positioned her ass over the man and slide his cock deep into her rectum in one sure stroke. The stretched cheeks of her ass coming to rest on his heavy balls.

"Fuck!" Chloe hissed softly. Her own pussy was throbbing so badly she knew that with one or two strokes of her clit she would come. She clenched her thighs tightly together and fought to steady herself before her knees buckled under her. She squeezed her eyes shut, not daring to look another moment. A mad impulse grabbed her; she was tempted to rush into one of the booths and finger fuck herself, but was sure that the cashier would notice her strange behavior. She took a few deep breaths before opening her eyes. Her mother was approaching. God, no! They had to get out of there. She stumbled towards Paula on unsteady legs. No fucking way could her mother see the dirty little peep show she had been watching.

"Honey, are you okay?" Paula asked, taking in Chloe's wild expression.

"Fine, fine, just a little hot. It's very stuffy in here, I need some air."

"Yeah, okay let's get out and have something cold to drink."

***

Chloe rested her cheek against the cool tiled surface of the bathroom wall. Her pussy was clenching around her fingers in orgasm and she worked her thumb rapidly against her clit wanting to bring herself to a second climax. The first had been quick and the release, while very much needed, was not satisfying enough. 

Chloe shut her eyes and saw the obscene images from the evening that were burned into her brain. The firm grip of her mothers hand around that thick black shaft, the gleaming cock buried in the woman's ass in the sleazy booth, the whores in the windows, the lewd pictures of swollen cocks and cunts. The images blurred together and raced through her fevered mind. Cut cocks, uncut cocks, black cocks, dripping cocks, smooth cunts, hairy cunts, obscenely stretched cunts, tight cunts, and gaping cum-filled cunts.

 Cocks and cunts fucking everywhere she looked, like some deranged fuck fest of human flesh. Her orgasm built and built, finally exploding in a bubble of pleasure that radiated throughout her shaking body. Chloe bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out and collapsed onto the toilet seat trembling, her head thrown back until the ebbing throbs had subsided and her heartbeat had slowed.

She recalled their walk back to the hotel, how she had struggled to follow Paula's excited chatter about her purchases; the Rabbit Pearl Vibrator and some lingerie for her wedding anniversary that was coming up. Although Chloe had managed to mutter appropriate answers, her mind was really elsewhere. The achy congestion in her pussy had to be relieved before she could think clearly again. Now that it had been, she went about wiping herself clean, flushing the toilet and noisily brushing her teeth while shifting things around the bathroom in the hope that all would appear normal to her mother.

Paula glanced up as Chloe entered the room. She was propped up in the big double bed against the pillows paging through a pamphlet about the museum and bulb tours that were available. Thank God it was sexless, Chloe thought gratefully. After the night she had experienced, she didn't feel she could cope with anymore.

"That was fun tonight, wasn't it hon?"

"Yeah it was great, sure was different," Chloe replied slipping into bed and turning onto her side, her back facing her mother. She was tired; emotionally and physically drained. A good night's sleep was what she needed. Tomorrow was another day in this hectic city. The peal of church bells from the Oude Kerk filtered into the room. An unsettling contrast to the pulsing sex and depraved activity below in the Red Light District, Chloe thought drowsily as sleep finally engulfed her.

Reassured by the sound of Chloe's heavy breathing, Paula reached under her pillow and withdrew the thick fleshy cock. Despite fighting with herself to resist the temptation, she had given into her burning desire and bought it together with the other items while Chloe browsed at the back of the shop. Now, two hours since her daughter had fallen asleep, Paula could no longer wait. She had teased her nipples, playing with them until they were rock hard, while avoiding touching her pussy. 

The teasing was exquisite, almost painful as she anticipated what was to come. Sex with Henry had become mundane. Twenty three years of marriage, three kids later and his all-consuming career had taken the edge off the adventurous lovemaking they had enjoyed when they first met. She couldn't recall being this aroused and horny in years. Her cunt was drenched with excitement, the juice pooled between her labia and leaked freely. Her sodden panties lay discarded on the floor.

With trembling hands she stroked the black cock in the darkness of the room and brought it to her lips. She had an overwhelming need to suck it before sinking it into her body. The first touch of her tongue to the heavily veined shaft had her head spinning with lust. Her mouth drooled as she tried to engulf as much of the impossible thickness as she could. Some of the lurid pictures on the magazine covers popped into her head. Mouths and pussies obscenely stretched around thick pulsing cocks and the captions that screamed out lewdly from them "If it's too tight just ram it in harder!"

Unable to wait another second, she slid the cock between her legs and pushed it into her cunt. The slipperiness aided its initial entry but as the shaft thickened she felt her pussy lips stretch and struggle against the massive girth. Driven now by the unbelievable fullness she wanted to stuff it in deeper. She twisted her hips slightly and rammed the cock in further until she felt an enormous spreading of her labia as it opened obscenely against the pressure to swallow a few more inches inside her vaginal canal.

"Oh Jesus!" she whispered, the words tearing from her lips at the sensation of her cunt walls clinging tightly to the massive intruder. Her clit was pressed against the upper side of the veined shaft. It tingled and throbbed. A couple of thrusts of the cock would have her off. She tried to slow her breathing. It had become labored and short. Next to her, her daughter slept soundly, her breath steady and rhythmic.

From the deepest recesses of dreamless slumber Chloe came slowly awake. Something had alerted her, drawn her from her sleep. Lying in the stillness of the room, she tried to figure out what it might have been. Perhaps it was the church bells or a sound from the street below. And then she heard it clearly. A low groan tore from her mother's throat, followed by a second which she choked back. Her breath sounded raspy and short. What was wrong with her? The realization hit Chloe hard as the fog that engulfed her brain cleared

God, her mother was masturbating!

Careful not to move, and keeping her breathing steady Chloe tried to peer sideways at the figure next to her in the darkened room. Her mother was lying on her back, the cool sheets swept aside and she was doing something between her thighs. The unmistakable wet sound of fucking filled the air and Chloe caught the faint whiff of feminine arousal. She tried to keep still and appear to be sleeping but her heart hammered in her chest as a sense of horror and shame crept over her. Shit, before this weekend she had never even thought about her mother as having any sexuality whatsoever and now she was doing something that you only saw in porno movies. She was spread out, fucking something into her cunt. The big black dildo! That was what she was using! It was pure instinct, but Chloe knew she was right. The idea of her mom's swollen pussy lips stretched slickly around that massive tool thrilled Chloe in a way she had never imagined possible. Suddenly, she wanted to be part of the fuck, to reach out and caress her mother, slide her fingers along the wetness of the shaft, dripping with cunt juice and massage her mother's clit. Her face burned and she squeezed her eyes tightly shut as if trying to erase the shameful thoughts that were pounding in her head. Jesus, she was so close, all she had to do was reach over and touch her.

Paula's entire abdomen was on fire and she let out a grunt as her climax smashed into her groin causing her hips and pelvis to jerk uncontrollably. Her orgasm stretched and stretched, seeming to go on forever as her cunt muscles kept clenching and convulsing around the cock buried inside her. Chloe stirred and Paula held her breath. Before she could pull the cock from her soaked pussy Chloe had rolled over onto her stomach and flung her arm over Paula's chest, her hand casually coming to rest over one soft breast. Paula clenched her teeth hard to stop from groaning aloud. Her nipples were hyper sensitive, and now her daughter's hand was pressing against one of them. The sensation was almost too much to bear.

Chloe let out a long contented breath as if still deep in sleep but she felt the heavy pounding of her mother's heart through her chest, the sticky heat radiating off her sweaty body. She moved her palm subtly to rub the swollen nipple and felt the shiver that wracked her mother's body. The breast she was cupping was soft and smooth and Chloe felt an overpowering need to lick and suck the fleshy orb. A stab of heat coursed through her pussy at the lewd thought and she struggled with the overpowering thoughts that were consuming her. Her mother, the perfect-role model and wife, elegant and correct had suddenly been transformed into a sexy and desirable woman with overwhelming sexual needs. So overwhelming that she had fucked herself while laying besides her daughter. The long thick cock suddenly popped out of her mother's pussy with a noisy sucking plop that made it obvious how wet she was and the scent from her satiated cunt filled the air with it's intoxicating aroma. Chloe's pussy was damp with desire, a small bead of sweat broke out on her forehead. Dear God how was she ever going to endure this shameful lust that she was feeling for her mother?

A thin grey ray of light pervaded the room and Chloe opened her eyes. She had tossed and turned restlessly long after her mother had fallen asleep, the events of the night denying her troubled mind rest. She had definitely pushed the limits with her hand casually thrown over her mother's body by letting it linger over her breast caressingly and then snuggling into her back and trailing it over her exposed ass. Whether her mother suspected anything strange, she did not know. She had lain perfectly still but made no attempt to remove Chloe's hand, probably for fear of waking her. Now in the empty room, with the sound of the shower running in the bathroom, Chloe realized how close she had come to actually being intimate with her mother. She slid her hand under her mother's pillow and retrieved the dildo. Somehow, in the dull light of the room it looked even more imposing than it had in the store. Chloe grasped the fleshy girth and imagined how her mom's pussy had gripped it. The tell-tale signs of Paula's extreme wetness and her orgasm were streaked along the shaft in dry pale streaks. On impulse Chloe lifted the cock to her nose and inhaled the musky aroma, before dragging the tip of her tongue along the cock to taste the remnants of her mother's cum. So vivid was the scent and taste that Chloe again felt the surge of forbidden desire pool in her belly. She was already wet, flecks of her juice trickled around her pussy lips and she trailed the stained cock down over her flat belly and placed the bulbous head at the entrance to her pussy. It was broad and heavy. How had her mother felt at the moment when she did just this? Chloe pressed the tip between her fleshy labia and rubbed it up against her swollen clit rapidly. She wanted to feel the fullness inside her but it would take time to stretch to accommodate that size. Nothing that big had ever been inside her. For now though, she had to be content with illicit thoughts about her mom and the delicious rubbing against her clitoris. She would need to hurry before her mother finished in the bathroom.

***

"So have you had enough?"

Chloe nodded her head. "Yeah mom I think so." After three hours of checking out the world's largest collection of paintings by the Dutch masters in the Rijksmuseum she'd had her fill of art museums. The paintings were exquisite and Chloe had enjoyed being able to stroll around surrounded by normality. She had cast some sidelong glances at her mother a couple of times when her thoughts had drifted inadvertently to the night before. As hard as she tried to erase the images, it was difficult to do so.

 Suddenly she was noticing small things about Paula. Her slim delicate wrists, the way her jeans fitted smoothly over the curve of her ass and the sexy habit she had of nibbling at her bottom lip when she was deep in concentration. A little shiver ran through Chloe as they walked towards the exit. It was eerie, even here in the museums of culture, voluptuous nudes and semi-exposed figures smiled enigmatically from the walls as if they knew of the restless carnal passions and secrets that tormented the strangers who gazed at them.

While they sipped coffee in a quaint coffee shop overlooking a canal Chloe turned to her mother who had been strangely subdued all morning. She seemed almost preoccupied with her own thoughts.

"Mom, you've been awfully quiet today. Are you okay?"

"Yes I'm fine." The response was automatic but Paula avoided looking directly at Chloe. She paused for a second in deep thought and then blurted out, "Actually no, I'm not fine honey. There is something I have to tell you."

"What is it?"