Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

“Fuck yes, whatever the outcome of the case, I’m going to have my prize tonight.”

“Oh Annabelle stop it, you know you shouldn’t say things like that, even in jest.”

“I’m sorry mother, but I’ve been holding back for two weeks now, I haven’t pestered you, but the dam’s about to burst,” replied a feverishly lustful Annabelle.

“Come on, don’t be silly, you need to find yourself a nice girl to relieve you of some of that pent up desire.”

“I’ve found one, I just need her to realise that she’s mine.”

Fiona caught sight of them both in the hallway mirror, two shapely, miniskirted women in heels, pressing together in a clinch; they looked made for each other, she felt an overwhelming urge to kiss her daughter passionately, to run her hands over her firm body. A horn sounded from outside, it broke the spell of their sensual embrace and they hurried out to the waiting taxi.

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The verdicts were delivered just before lunch, Fiona’s client was found not guilty, her colleague officer was found guilty of a lesser charge of manslaughter, and would be sentenced during the following week. Pandemonium erupted in the court room, there was cheering mixed with shouts of ‘shame’ from the public gallery, journalists were scrambling to get comments for their reports.

Fiona, her barrister and their legal team congratulated one another, their mood in stark contrast to the team from Annabelle’s chambers, who’d had the task of defending the guilty male officer.

As the throng left the courtroom, Fiona’s client managed to make her way from the dock to where she was standing. Her client held her close for almost a minute in an emotional, heartfelt hug.

She cried ‘thank you, thank you so much, you’ve saved me’ over and over into her ear. Her tears of joy ran down Fiona’s neck, she breathed onto her ear and her lips rested on her earlobe; however unintentional it might have been on the part of her client, Fiona, already high from the outcome of the case, felt hugely aroused, she wanted to kiss her client on the lips, and imagined fucking the tearful woman as she held her close.

The woman eventually released her, and they agreed to meet again in Fiona’s office during the following week, for a debrief, and to tie up loose ends. A sudden strong feeling of desire passed between them, Fiona decided that if, when they met, a remnant of that erotic charge remained, she would ask her client to go to bed with her.

Fiona, her client and the legal team grabbed coffees, and spent twenty minutes drafting a statement that Fiona would read out, to the press and tv reporters, on the court steps at two-thirty. When the time came, she stood flanked by her legal team, her client, and her client’s parents and sister, in front of a mass of microphones, and a battery of flashing cameras, while she calmly and assertively read out the detailed statement.

She knew that these images would dominate tv and newspaper reports for the next twenty four hours. She also knew that social media sites would be full of, mostly, men that wanted to fuck her. To calm her nerves, she imagined them all on their knees, clutching at her skirt, and begging her to let them fuck her. She felt magnificent, she felt as though, for a few minutes, while she read the statement to the massed throng, she was the nation’s dominatrix.

After the statement, her client and family thanked her again, and she went to celebrate with her legal team. On the way to the pub, she sent a message to Annabelle, “WE WON,” followed minutes later by another message, “At pub now, will be home late and probably half pissed.”

Annabelle was delighted for her mother and sent her congratulations. She got home in time to watch the six o’clock news. She was so proud of her gorgeous, sexy mother, she started to finger herself while she watched the very attractive blonde haired newsreader, an occasional subject of her masturbation fantasies, say her mother’s name, and show footage of the statement on the steps. She knew that the local news would probably air an even longer report at six thirty, so she went into the kitchen, opened a bottle of wine, poured herself a large glass and messaged her mother again, “Mother, Don’t get too drunk, and don’t be too late, I’ve got plans for us. xxx.”

After going up to her room to remove her panties, and fetch her vibrator, she settled herself down in front of the tv and made inroads into her large glass of wine. She refilled her glass as the regional news came on, opened her legs, pulled her miniskirt up to her hips, admired her lace stocking tops and her shaved pussy with its ‘landing strip,’ and plunged the buzzing sex toy into her wet cunt. She came twice as she watched the report through hooded eyelids, but she saved her third, and most intense orgasm, for the moment when her impressive and imposing mother read out the statement on the steps.

She left the tv on as background noise, and waited impatiently for her mother to come home. She knew that she’d probably be a couple of hours yet, so she eventually decided to have a long lazy bath, after which, she took special care with her makeup, and laid out her skin tight jeans, and fluffy angora sweater, on her bed. She put on clean pale-pink underwear and ‘volumised’ her long dark-red hair, so that it fell sexily over her shoulders, back and ample breasts.

While Annabelle was preparing for the night of her life, her mother was still soaking up the compliments and congratulations in the pub; she’d soaked up a fair amount of alcohol as well. She’d had lots of text messages, including an offer of a date with an old acquaintance that she’d slept with several times over the years. She ignored his message, but as she was reading it, a message from her client flashed up on her phone.

“Thank you again, so, so much. I can’t thank you enough, you’ve saved my life, if there’s ever anything I can do for you, please just say the word, I mean anything!!!”

The message was signed off with a big red heart emoji, followed by an imprint of red lips. Fiona could picture her client, slightly drunk, feeling very uninhibited, shutting herself away in the toilet for a moment to escape family celebrations, and sending her the message. Her pussy twitched as she composed her reply; she too was feeling uninhibited.

“If you want to show me how grateful you are, wear your blue dress and those black stilettos when we meet next week.”

As Fiona watched the three ellipses pulsing in the WhatsApp dialogue box, she knew that a response was on the way.

“I’ll wear the dress if you promise to help me out of it,” came the amorous reply.

“I’ll help you out of your stockings too.”

“How did you know I wear stockings?”

“I didn’t.”

“I see, you’re too clever for me. I usually wear hold ups, but I’m guessing you want the full works?”

“Of course, I’m touching my pussy now and thinking about undoing your suspender clips,” lied Fiona for erotic effect.

“Oh fuck, you’re making me wet, you know how to turn a girl on don’t you?”

“I’ve had plenty of practice. You?”

“Me what?”

“Have you been with a woman before?”

“No but I’ve often wanted to.”

“Well you’re going to get your wish.”

Fiona closed her phone case and joined in the banter again. A few minutes later she was still holding her phone in her hand when she felt it vibrate. It was a message from Sylvie DuPont.

“So Hathaway, I’m not used to being ignored, I want to fuck you, get in touch.”

Fiona typed her response, “The balance of power between us has shifted, I’ve got the upper hand now, I’ll fuck you when I’m ready and not before,” her finger hovered over the send button for several seconds, then she deleted the message and put her phone away. Ms. DuPont could wait for now.

Back at home, Annabelle zipped up her skin tight jeans and stepped into her ferocious black stilettos. She was impatient now, so she picked up her phone to message her mother. As she did so, she hoped that Fiona was happily drunk and uninhibited. She planned to ply her with a large gin and tonic if necessary, she wanted her just drunk enough but not so drunk that she’d pass out and spoil her plans.

“Sexy Mummy, please come home, I’m missing you. Your Darling Daughter xxx,” she attached an emoji showing two women and a big red heart. Fiona responded straight away.

“Darling Daughter, Taxi just arrived, shd be home 10 mins, looking fwd to your hugs and kisses xxx.”

Fiona was happily drunk and didn’t mind flirting with her daughter, but she had no idea what lay in store for her. Annabelle watched from the lounge window as the taxi pulled onto the driveway, her mother emerged from the cab, and swayed slightly as she made her way to the front door. Annabelle moved swiftly into the hallway and opened the door before her mother could get her key into the lock. They hugged warmly and kissed briefly on the lips.

“Hello Annie you lovely daughter, I’m sorry, I’ve had a little too much to drink darling.”

“You’re telling me, but don’t worry mother you deserve to let off a bit of steam.”

Annabelle realised that her mother was a little worse for wear, and if she was going to take her mother in the way she intended, the last thing Fiona needed was more alcohol.

“Help me with my jacket darling.”

She stood behind her mother and lifted her jacket off her shoulders, as she did so, a waft Fiona’s perfume mixed with the musky, slightly sweet natural odour of her body, aroused her greatly. She guided her mother through to the kitchen and sat her down on a chair. Fiona crossed her legs, her miniskirt rode halfway up her thighs. Annabelle breathed out a long slow breath of approval through her nose as she feasted her eyes on her half drunk, but gloriously sexy mother. Fiona looked very desirable showing plenty of shapely leg in her stilettos, her fitted blouse emphasised her breasts, slim waist and flat stomach.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.