About That Trip

Happiness never decreases by being shared ––––Buddha

Part 1

“Where the fuck is it?” I mumbled in frustration as I felt around blindly in the bed stand drawer for my medium–sized anal plug.

The vibrating egg had slipped easily into my cunt to nestle against my g–spot and the Magic Wand was fully charged. I still needed just a little more as my next orgasm intensified slowly deep inside me. I always do. I fumbled around in the bed stand drawer without looking to get the butt plug I always kept on top, knowing how much it would add to my pleasure by holding the vibrating egg securely against my pulsing g–spot.

That's when my phone rang and Nadia interrupted me. Fortunately, I was able to keep the conversation short and didn't even need to switch off the vibrating egg while talking with my thirty–two–year–old daughter.

“You're planning on getting all dolled up as you usually do, aren't you?” Nadia's voice rang out accusingly from the phone's speaker on the bed stand without further introduction when I answered. “I told you this will be a traditional Thai dinner as best I can make it, including the wraps they wear. So no need to get all dressed up before you even get over here since you're going to change anyway.”

I glared at the phone and stuck out my tongue before going back to adjusting the anal plug pushing the vibrating egg tightly against my g–spot. Nadia knew full well I wasn't about to go to my daughter and son–in–law's home dressed shabbily but this was the third or fourth time she specifically bugged me about what I was wearing this particular evening. I really should have raised her as a home nudist after my husband died but she had already reached the awkward tweener age by that time.

“Don't worry, I'll wear something very casual and easy to get off and on,” I responded before hanging up.

I didn't bother to mention the sexy lingerie I'd wear under my blouse and skirt, a lacy cream–colored bra with matching panties so sheer I almost embarrass myself every time I see my pink nipples, flaming red pubic hair and puffy pussy lips invitingly peeking through the gauzy fabric. As soon as I hung up, I closed my eyes and flipped on the Magic Wand, letting the low–frequency vibrations I like most ripple through my body.

When I realized earlier that I had a little time before needing to dress, I decided to fit in one more quick orgasm before leaving. Long before my husband died, I tried to have at least three full–body orgasms daily. So far that day, I only had the first one I absolutely must have just to get out of bed in the morning.

Besides, I liked the idea of just a faint whiff of my pungent pussy emanating from my skin and clothes and crotch when I gave Gerard and Nadia a welcoming hug. After all, they have been teasing me incessantly with lewd hints and salacious innuendo since they returned from their Thailand holiday.

Some months ago, over a second bottle of wine we shared while Gerard was out of town on business, Nadia confessed she had become sexually bored. I found that hard to believe with a man who so easily made my pussy drip with an innocuous word or perfectly innocent touch. Familiarity breeds complacency or something like that I suppose but I'd sure be willing to take a whole lot much more intimate familiarity with Gerard before getting to the point of boredom.

The trip to Thailand was apparently an attempt to add some new fire to their relationship. Nadia quite openly told me in advance the vacation was explicitly designed to engage in all sorts of sex that went well beyond their already quite libertine bounds of which I was aware. Most likely, they also intended to go well beyond a few things they already did of which I knew nothing.

Her obvious enthusiasm about overtly pursuing, and cheerfully paying for, some decidedly taboo sexual thrills had more of a rousing effect on me than I was willing to share with her or even completely admit to myself. Frankly, I was more than a little envious they would actually do such things purposely and really looked forward to prying every last raunchy, X–rated detail from her.

As my building climax began to crest, I wished for the millionth time I had toys like this when I first discovered the hidden pleasures lurking between my legs just waiting to be unleashed by the right touch....

….Long before I remember learning to deliberately finger myself in ways that sent waves of bliss coursing through my body, my mother scolded me about constantly touching myself...down there. Of course, I did it because it felt good but not in any premeditated or definitive way until the day I discovered that tiny nub at the top of the fleshy crevice between my legs. I was probably six going on seven at the time and that revelation opened up a world of ecstasy and gratification I still revel in to this day...every day.

I was haphazardly touching myself one night while waiting to fall asleep when I accidentally brushed across that hard little nub in such a way an electric–like shock went down my legs. When I did it again, the pleasant pulse coursed up through my belly and chest. It felt so good, I did it over and over, unable to stop until my entire body shook with pleasure and I could barely breathe.

After that, I touched myself that special way every chance I got...in bed morning and night...in the shower...in the girl's room at school...in the back seat of the school bus...any time I thought I wouldn't get caught and even a few when I was...and never could get enough.

To this day, I still do...and still can't.

Things only got better when I discovered how good it felt to slide something into the tiny hole inside my slit a year or so later. At first, it was a fingertip by accident but after a while, and some experimenting, I found the handle of my hairbrush was just the perfect size and shape. Pumping it in and out faster and faster while I rubbed the little nub always made me tingle all over until I just had to stop in order to breathe.

It didn't take very many severe scoldings and painful spankings for me to learn to keep those masturbation activities completely secret. Starting at six or seven, I carried those lessons forward to every other aspect of my life.

The public–facing me was the ideal obedient daughter and industrious student. In private, I only stopped masturbating to eat and sleep or when my pussy and clit became too sore to touch. Over time, even reaching that painful limit took a sustained effort I gladly made every chance I got.

Strict doesn't even begin to describe the way I was raised. Dating and sleepovers were completely verboten even as a teenager. Halfway through my senior year of high school, my parents simply informed me who I was going to marry the weekend after graduation, a month before I turned eighteen. it never occurred to me there were any other options.

There was no discussion or choice although I did have a chance to meet him a few times before the ceremony under my mother's watchful eye. She never did say who she thought was going to jump whom if we were alone for even a minute before marriage. In retrospect, I'm pretty sure she was mostly worried it might be me doing the jumping.

He was one of my father's business associates and thirty–four years my senior. His deceased wife was barren and he desperately wanted children while he was still potent, so I basically became the designated vessel to receive and grow his seed. Since I would be there anyway, he and my parents naturally assumed I would maintain his household as well. It's a good thing I took an interest in his businesses and could easily take them over when a heart attack killed him suddenly.

Ralph was a perfectly nice man in a grandfatherly sort of way. He never mistreated me or anything of the sort. Nor was he in any way sexually interesting or adventurous. He simply climbed on top of me every Tuesday and Saturday night around nine o'clock, slipped his thin five–inch cock into my cunt and humped a few times until his cum gushed inside me. Five or ten minutes later after pissing, he rolled over and went to sleep, apparently completely unaware I might need something more. I routinely used his spent sperm to lube my asshole while I masturbated in the shower or occasionally right next to him while he snored.

Needless to say, that type of inchoate sex barely hinted at satisfying my needs but there were certain advantages to being home alone most of the time. I made a point of masturbating in every room and on every piece of furniture in the house in every position I could imagine, marking my territory, as it were, with my pussy juices. I don't think Ralph ever noticed the occasional stain on a cushion or chair.

Even the routine twice–a–week fucks stopped when I got pregnant with Nadia about six months after the wedding. He was pleased he would have an heir so in his mind there was no further need to continue that messy sex business.

I never bothered to tell him, or Nadia either for that matter, that the sperm that produced my daughter most likely originated in my husband's youngest brother's balls, who was eighteen years Ralph's junior. I barely knew him on sight and to this day I'm not sure he even knew my name.

He was falling down drunk when he trapped me sitting on a toilet in a bathroom at a family gathering. My dress was up around my waist and my panties down around my ankles when he stumbled in and caught a glimpse of my bare pussy. He just pulled me to my feet, bent me over and unceremoniously rammed his dick into me like it was something I was unquestioningly expected to do for him.

After cumming inside me, he simply pulled his pants back up and weaved away unsteadily without bothering to piss. Frankly, I doubt he even remembered what he did the next day. I stood there for a few moments still bent over the commode with his spent sperm oozing down the inside of my thighs before pulling on my panties. I never said a word to anyone about what happened. A few weeks later, I found out I was pregnant with Nadia.

I never forgot the brusque passionless way he fucked me. That sort of harsh demanding treatment over which I had no control was often fodder for many of my future masturbation fantasies....

….The familiar feeling built deep in my cunt as it always did when I recalled some of the most intense sexual experiences of my life, many of which were often directed or even coerced by others. Funny how Nadia so frequently seemed to figure in the most forceful recollections of my first clumsy explorations of my body even though I didn't have any particular sexual interest in women or girls as sexual playmates.

My inner thighs began to quiver and my toes curled as the coming climax slowly but inexorably built into the tsunami of pleasure I craved. As I started to flail against the Magic Wand, I clamped my asshole around the butt plug to keep it inside me while I pinched and pulled my left nipple. Those spankings long ago taught me some pain was often a useful spark that greatly increased the intensity of my climaxes.

This one was definitely going to be stronger than the first that day or many others recently.

The building orgasm felt like a huge wave, frothy at the top as it poised to break over me. My body tensed, my back arched and uncontrolled quivering strangled my scream as the wave crested and the exquisite pleasure flooded over and through me.

For some indeterminate time, I lost all sense of space and time, a bit of flotsam tossed back and forth by the overwhelming sensual euphoria coursing through every cell of my body. Inevitably the ecstasy ebbed away as my body collapsed into a quivering heap of flesh lying on the pussy juice and sweat–soaked sheets. For a few more moments, I reveled in the aftershocks of the massive climax until they too slowly lessened to nothing.

As always, there was the recurring issue whenever I had such a body–spanning climax. I immediately wanted and needed more. That day was no different but I was beginning to run late. I dressed without showering again knowing I'd most certainly get a chance to rub out a quickie orgasm or two in Nadia's powder room when, not if, needed.

•••••

Gerard's warm, surprisingly intimate hug startled me in a few ways. He certainly held me tighter and for a much longer time than usual as his warm hands fleetingly but firmly clenched my ass. That was only slightly less remarkable than the way his unmistakably hard cock pressed solidly against my belly just above my pussy. The airy warmth of his breath against my ear caused a flutter deep in my cunt. When he did step back, he made no effort to disguise the bulge in his jeans, confirming his cock was notably rigid. I felt another even stronger twitch deep in my cunt at what that implied.

I momentarily vacillated between thinking he was so aroused because Nadia had him all worked up or she simply hadn't fucked him sufficiently recently. If only he knew how quickly I would bend over or spread my legs to gladly welcome his cock in my warm mouth or wet pulsing cunt.

When Nadia's hard nipples unencumbered with a bra crushed against mine, I figured they either had worked each other up or the scent of my sex wafting from my crotch and clothes was affecting them both damn fast and wasn't anywhere near as faint as I thought.

Knowing my daughter, there was a lot more going on than what would be brought on by the feeble whiff of my pussy after masturbating a couple of times. She didn't keep much from me when it came to things like self–pleasure or even what she did or didn't do with her various boyfriends when she was growing up....

….My husband died suddenly of a massive coronary right about the time Nadia had her first period and started taking masturbation seriously. Neither of us was particularly upset by Ralph's passing but we still went through the entire process of grieving with family and friends.

After the last guest departed following the funeral reception, the house was uncommonly quiet as I walked to my room, so it wasn't surprising I heard the low moan through Nadia's partially open door. I innocuously peeked in without knocking or otherwise announcing myself...and stopped in my tracks with my pussy instantly soaking my panties.

Nadia was at the very peak of a massive body–spanning orgasm, her panties down around her right ankle and the hem of her dress pulled up to her chin. She furiously fingered her still hairless pussy with her back arched and her ass raised off the bed. Her face was flushed a bright red and her strangled moans told me she couldn't catch her breath, pretty much the same way my own orgasms culminated most times each day.

I watched in fascination, never having watched another girl or woman masturbate and climax before in person. Without thinking, I slipped my right hand under my dress and fingered myself through my soaked panties while pinching my right nipple with my left.

'Mother!' I heard my daughter scream when she realized I was standing in the doorway but by then I was too far gone to stop.

If anything, her shout egged me on, especially since I had only one hurried climax so far that day. I don't remember actually seeing her and guess my eyes rolled up in my head as the most all–encompassing orgasm in a very long time erupted from my cunt and rippled through my body. By the time I came back to normal, Nadia had covered herself with a sheet and I was standing in a puddle of my own pussy juices.

“I...I'm....sorry...I didn't...mean...I mean...,” I stammered as one aftershock after another caused my entire body to shudder and even more of my pussy juices steadily oozed down the inside of my thighs.

When Nadia just silently continued glowering at me, I turned without another word and retreated to my own room. I stripped naked and got in the shower confused, embarrassed and irrationally turned on. I got myself off twice more with the hand–held shower head before putting on a robe with nothing underneath and going to make dinner.

Fortunately, no level of embarrassment or anger keeps a growing preteen from the dinner table for long. When Nadia finally appeared, I let her settle in before saying anything.

'I sure hope you learned to pleasure yourself like that long before now,' I commented with a mischievous smile, hoping to defuse the awkward situation by jumping in with both feet. 'I was almost seven before I figured out how good it feels to rub my pussy and clit just so.'

'Mom!' she exclaimed, her face flushing a bright red. 'I...I don't want...to talk...about it.'

'Oh don't be so silly,' I laughed, leaning back so she could see I didn't have a bra on under my robe. 'There's nothing wrong with masturbation. In fact, I'd think there's something wrong with you if you weren't regularly playing with your pussy and gratifying yourself by now at your age. It's a natural and normal thing to do and I'll tell you a secret...everybody does it.'

'I suppose you're going to tell me you do it all the time,' Nadia responded sarcastically.

'Of course I do, every day since I was almost seven,' I retorted with a decidedly self–satisfied smirk, 'including a couple of times already today and I'm pretty sure I'm not done yet.'

Nadia's look of shock was one for the ages. She apparently couldn't comprehend that an old lady like me, a few months after my thirtieth birthday, would do things until that moment she seemed pretty sure she was first to discover.

That's when I decided to just pull out all the stops.

I told her to follow me to my room where I showed her a drawer next to the bed filled with a variety of sex toys from butt plugs to nipple clamps. As she stood there in evident shock, I pulled out a small pink vibrator, cleaned it with an alcohol wipe, replaced the battery and handed it to her.

'Place this end on or near your clit at the top of your slit or slide it in and out of your entry hole,' I instructed her as I showed her how to turn the vibrator on and off. 'Don't worry about being too loud when you climax. For some reason, orgasms are just way better if you can scream your lungs out. Now I won't have to try to stay quiet when I cum any longer either.'

For a moment she just stood there gawking at me. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and shooed her off to her room, vibrator in hand. While I waited to hear her, I inserted a butt plug, attached clamps to both nipples and frenziedly fucked myself with my largest cock–shaped vibrator. I climaxed quickly then edged for almost another ten minutes before I heard a moan that morphed into a long loud howl.

I climaxed again immediately, even more aroused knowing she undoubtedly heard my shrieks too.

After that, Nadia would ask me to try other toys from time to time. I always agreed without comment or judgment, taking the time to explain how to use the device in question properly. The side benefit was I never again had a problem finding her a last–minute birthday or Christmas present.

While I never watched her masturbate after that one time. I did cum a lot listening to her often quite loud orgasms and suspected she did as well hearing me....

….That quick flashback made my panties damp as I walked to the kitchen with Nadia and Gerard. If they did half the things they intimated or I read online about the sex business in Thailand, I was going to need quite a few trips to Nadia's powder room before the evening was over.

•••••

“So, Mom, how's business these days?” Nadia asked with a mischievous smile, her hand on Gerard's thigh so close to the bulge in his jeans I'm sure she could feel its radiating heat.

We were sitting in the family room sipping some Thai beer. Gerard assured me there were better alternatives in the country but this brand was the only one he could find locally.

“About the same as always. I just returned from a rather rewarding trip to Miami,” I replied, squirming as some of the more pleasurable aspects of that recent excursion flashed through my head....

….I always made a point of going to the large conferences with even a minimal association with any of my businesses. I wasn't there for the discussions and seminars but rather for the very personal networking always available with men away from home alone on the company's dime and lots of free time on their hands.

It was remarkably easy to transfer that free time from those hands to my body.

I always made a point of taking care of myself, exercising regularly and having the occasional nip or tuck necessary to keep my fifty–one–year–old body firm, yet soft and pliable in all the right places. The way my tits sagged slightly incidentally complimented the curve of my low–slung ass quite nicely.

I started the first afternoon at the pool in a tiny white bikini that would have been enough of a magnet before my modifications. By removing the inner linings of the top and bottom, the front of the bikini was effectively transparent. The thin strap in the back disappeared completely between my ass cheeks.

My hard pink nipples eagerly poked against the thin fabric. With a twist of my hips, the bottom not only clung to my mons as if painted on but also pulled up into my slit. The few stray red hairs peeking out each side paired perfectly with that on my head. Even the freckles covering my tits and mound were clearly visible.

The waitress bringing my drink didn't even try to hide the way she stared at me, grinning and winking salaciously for being so brazen before walking away. For a fleeting moment, I uncharacteristically pictured the top of her head bobbing between my legs as she licked my pussy and sucked my clit while I shrieked one climax after another.

That was the last drink I paid for the rest of the trip.

I barely took three sips when the waitress returned with two more. She grinned wickedly and nodded her head toward two guys sitting directly across the pool from me. After thanking her, I smiled and saluted them with my half–empty glass. At the same time, by very deliberately spreading my knees just a little more, I sucked the bikini bottom even deeper into my already damp pussy slit.

Less than a minute later, they sat on either side of me practically drooling as they ogled my body from close up while trying to sound casual and sophisticated. My pussy was getting damper just listening to their pronounced southern drawls while watching their growing hard–ons strain against their swimsuits. I was ready to take them both to my room even before the older one mentioned the younger guy was his son.

The taboo definitely trumped the merely debauched in my mind.

Only two questions remained. Would they fuck me together and how many times could they both get hard and cum inside me? The answers were...enthusiastically yes...pussy and mouth for the older guy...and pussy, ass and mouth for the younger one that afternoon and evening.

To make things even better, they had no problem sucking and fucking each other for my viewing pleasure. It turned out a second son was also on the trip, so I spent the entire last night there with all three of them cumming in my mouth, cunt and ass, as well as each other, repeatedly with a boost from some little blue pills....

….“All in all, well worth the time and expense,” I grinned after a brief pause before taking a long sip of the very tasty Thai beer. “So, tell me all about Thailand and don't leave out a single debased or depraved detail.”

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