Bohemia Pt 02

In the wake of their carnal fuck, came resounding silence. She assumed they fell asleep soon after. Helen didn't have any real routine to her days, an avid reader, she tried to fit in as much time for the hobby between obligations around the house. She had friends and was a very social person, but often found she needed her own time and space to decompress from the outside world, she liked her own breathing room and her own company.

As she sat reading a cheap erotic romance novel, in the living room, she heard stirrings from Charlie's room, upstairs. Footsteps into the bathroom, the flush of the toilet, then steps coming down the stairs.

Eden poked his head into the living room, hesitantly, then beamed a guilty smile. Helen gave him a teasing smile back.

"Well, that was robust." She said taunting, putting her book down and allowing her body language to be more inviting. He stepped into the room and stood across from her in a pair of jeans and no shirt. Her speculation of his tattoos was answered. He had extensive work across his arms and shoulders and body. She also couldn't help but notice how ripped he was, he had a great chest, nice abs, her eyes rested on his cum gutters leading toward his crotch. She wondered if he was wearing underwear. And would it be rude to ask? Or even to ask to see him naked, she toyed with the idea.

"You know how it is, being on the road all day. We had a little pent up sexual tension." He was so casual about it. Helen figured he regarded her as a grown woman and could take his relaxed discussion of fucking her daughter. In a way, she respected him for it.

"I'll say." She said, cocking an eyebrow. She held her smile, wanting to convey that she had no problem with their sexual antics in the house. She didn't want them to curtail their sex life because they were guests in her home. It would have gone unsaid with Charlie anyway.

"Well," he started with a very cheeky smile, "All that exercise has worked up my appetite." He looked at his wristwatch. "What had you in mind for dinner?" It seemed to Helen, that he hadn't the slightest concern, or was at all self-conscious of being bare chest in front of her.

"There are some steaks in the fridge I thought we'd have tonight as a welcome home dinner. I picked up some bubbly too, we can have a little celebration." She said smiling.

"That sounds fantastic." There was movement upstairs. "Thank you so much. I think I can tell already that we're going to get on really great here." He said penetrating Helen with his eyes. Her heart fluttered and her breath quickened.

Charlie walked into the room. She only had on a t-shirt that ended just above her pussy, exposing her ass. Helen saw and remembered the term for the look, 'poohing', named for the similarity to Winnie-the-pooh. Her hair was a mess, but her skin glowed from post-sex.

She said nothing, simply pulling Eden by the arm back up the stairs. He looked back to Helen as they left the room.

"Have fun." She smiled "Dinner will be in half an hour." She called after them as they went up the stairs.

Their groans and moans were as loud as before. The headboard of the bed banged frantically and gave the impression that there was no let-up on the assault Eden plied on Charlies' body. Helen started work on dinner, still, the sound of wild fucking lingered on through her ears. Arousing her brain. It wasn't an improper soundtrack for her home. She felt good that there was a measure of love back in the house, even if it was a carnal, lustful fuck, it was an act of love between two people in love, two frequent lovers, Charlie and her boyfriend. Helen thought the pheromones they would give off alone would rejuvenate the house. She was so glad they had no hang-ups about her presence while they fucked. She welcomed them turning her home into a house of love.

They didn't last as long this time. Both, finishing with triumphant cries of climax bliss at the same time. Howling out there cums to each other and by extension, Helen, as she fried the steaks in the skillets.

They joined her as she set and served at the dinner table. They had quickly washed up and made themselves presentable. Eden wore a shirt and jeans and Charlie put on a red wrap dress, loosely tied, revealing plenty of cleavage. It wasn't a stretch for Helen to assume she was naked underneath. She, herself, remained in her jeans and dress down shirt.

She served the steaks with a side salad and cracked open the bubbly, pouring three glasses.

"To a house full of love." She teased with her toast. They all laughed.

"You're hardly offended at the thought of us having sex?" Charlie inquired.

"Not in the slightest. And I've never been put off by the sounds of lovemaking." Helen said, sitting down to her dinner. She had a completely relaxed ease about what had happened. Realistically she didn't particularly care. Sex was sex and the sounds of sex went with the territory.

"Well, that's a relief, because we're going to be doing that a lot." Charlie doubled down. Helen nodded her head, encouragingly.

"Must have been a bit of a nightmare in London, having to be subtle for the sake of the neighbors?" The couple laughed.

"Not really, we didn't care if they heard. We fucked with the windows open all the time and never considered dialing it down, why should we, we were in our own place." Charlie said.

"And Karen?" Helen asked. Karen had been Charlie's roommate. She looked her mother dead in the eye. Giving her 'fuck me' eyes.

"She was fine with it when she wasn't joining us." Helen's heart skipped a beat. Charlie was almost sexually aggressive with her, her own mother. She was being so promiscuous, her body language was so open, an arm around Eden, an occasional hand across the table to rest on her mothers. Helen felt her foot brush her leg under the table at least three times.

She thought to herself, her daughter, her little girl, had grown up to be a slut. And yet, it wasn't a bad thought, she considered it in the sense that Charlie was totally sexually liberated and uninhibited. And by extension, totally liberated socially. The thought was with envy.

"What fun for you." Helen put to Eden. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, he's been there, done that. Almost his entire adult life." Charlie answered for him. What was Helen to ascertain from that? Eden had been having wild sex his whole life. He was having threesomes for all his manhood. He was thirty-two years old. Seven years older than Charlie. Presumably, good looking as he was, he'd been having sex since he was at least eighteen, if not earlier than that. He had a big head start on Charlie.

Helen cut into her steak, she couldn't begin to try and comprehend his sexual history. After they discussed being bisexual, Charlie had shared that Eden was similarly inclined. Though he didn't pick up men as frequently as women, he wasn't a novice when it came to gay sex. Looking at him now, Helen could imagine him having anything, or anyone he ever wanted, sexually.

"Can I deduce from that, that you have a rich sexual history?" She blatantly asked Eden. She felt daring and sensing the progression of the conversation felt unrestrained in asking. The couple didn't bat an eyelid, just continued eating.

"You could say that." He answered noncommittedly. "How about you though, Helen?" Her panties moistened at the sound of her name through his accent. "You must have a few skeletons in the closet." He said it, right there in front of her daughter.

She had gotten ahead of herself in her feeling toward the trajectory of the conversation. It had backfired on her and now they sat with bated breath waiting for some sordid detail of her sexual history. She looked to Charlie; she held an expression of earnest interest.

She smiled, pushing her empty plate to one side. Knocking back the dredges left of her glass of sparkling. Elbows on the table, if they want something sordid, she'd blow their minds.

"I dated a man, the last before I met Charlie's father. He had a particular kink." She grinned. Eden refilled her glass. "He liked to meet me in bars as if we were complete strangers. We'd be dating for weeks and then one night we'd be out in a bar pretending to have never met before. But that wasn't the end of it," Charlie and Eden leaned in, hanging on for dear life to Helen's every word. "He would like to pretend I was an escort he was picking up, there, at the bar. Ask me my rates and for how long, and what services I provided. He forbid me from wearing panties and would sometimes ask for a sample of my goods before we settled on a price. He'd finger me there, at the bar, people all around us, sometimes looking over. Put his hand up my skirt and probe two digits into me, into my pussy. Depending on how secluded we were, I'd sometimes take him to the men's room for a quick blowjob in a stale. He loved that."

"And then what would happen?" Charlie was practically panting. Eden was quiet, hanging back in his chair, slowly messaging the small of Charlies back.

"I'd take him back to my place. He'd place an envelope of money on the dresser, and I'd count it. Then I'd strip... you get the idea from there."

"You'd pretend to be his whore." Eden asked deadpan. The frankness of his question slightly offended Helen, until she noticed his crass manner flushed her pussy in moisture.

"Pretty much. We did it now and then, play stuff, you know." It was then that Helen noticed that Charlie had let her hands go under the table at some point, during the story. She clearly had a hand on Eden's thigh, presumably rubbing his crotch through his jeans.

"Did you keep the money?" Eden asked, flatly.

"Yes, I did," Helen answered, matter of fact.

"Then you really were his whore." He locked eyes with her. Intense, delving eyes.

"I suppose I was." Helen agreed, a confidence and a liberation to declare that she was once upon a time, technically a whore.

When Helen considered where Charlie's other hand might have been, it really startled her. It stunned her, to the point of sexually quaking; Charlie had her other hand on her own lap, resting between her thighs and if Helen let her imagination fly, it wasn't a stretch to think Charlie's fingers were rolling over her own clit.

Charlie, her own daughter was masturbating right there, in front of her, under the table not a meter away. Masturbating to the sex story her own mother was telling her. She thought she'd have some real fun and send them both over the edge.

"Of course, it got me thinking about doing it, you know." She confessed.

"Sex work?" Charlie pushed.

"Yes. The idea of fucking strangers has always been a turn on for me. Why not get paid for it. I'd fantasize about it pretty regularly when I was dating him. Eventually, we ended up hiring an escort just to try it out. It was a fun threesome. We'd booked a hotel room, had her for a few hours. Asked questions about her trade between rounds of sex. She was a lot of fun. And then she left, it was amazingly straightforward."

"Mother." Charlie pretended shock and outrage. Everyone laughed.

"I know what you mean, I seriously considered it while in London." Helen raised an eyebrow to that. Something she thought she should ask about in greater detail some other time. Charlie turned to Eden.

"You used to frequent sex workers quite often, didn't you?" Helen feared the boldness of the conversation was getting out of hand, that someone was going to reveal something far too intimate, or someone was going to get their feelings hurt. Eden looked totally unfazed when Charlie brought it up.

"All the time, when I was living in Paris. At one point I was living in a brothel."

"Really?" Helen asked amazed.

"Yeah, it was only temporary and not at all what you would think. 'Every man's dream' I thought when I was handed the keys to my room, but it was far from the case. For one thing, there are no free meals, if you know what I mean. If I wanted pussy, I was paying for it."

"It didn't stop you from fucking every woman there though, did it?" Charlie let slip.

"I was young and horny. Here I was in a building full of sex workers waiting to take my money." He laughed. "So yes, I fucked away my lusts and spent a small fortune in doing so, I left Paris more broke than when I arrived, but it was worth every penny." He winked at Charlie, who rolled her eyes.

Eventually, the dinner plates were cleared, and bubbly was finished, the three of them went out to the patio to smoke a joint. Helen had been reluctant to disclose her smoking weed generally, but the alcohol had loosened her up and when Eden suggested they smoke she went with the flow of the evening.

She knew Charlie was no stranger to smoking weed and knew Charlie understood the same of her. The night air was fresh and the sky clear, a brilliant ceiling of stars shone down on them and collectively they felt bathed in the comfort of the weed and the universe.

Helen's thoughts crossed various matters, as she took in the infinite cosmic luminance. She thought about her own sexual needs and wants and considered that she was depriving herself of pleasures and experiences, starving herself and her lust and desires. She thought about age and time and that her life, in the middle of its voyage was losing time, that she would never recover. That in years to come, she would reflect on her life as in fleeting glances as quick as eye blinks.

It saddened her, then, it gave her a sort of resolve, she needed to remedy it. She turned to ask the couple if she should consider putting herself back out there, emotionally, sexually, intimately. But the words never came, instead, she was transfixed by them, making out. Heavy petting, with each other's tongues in their mouths, kissing frantically. Eden's hand clearly messaging Charlie's pussy as she sat on his lap, a few fingers buried up to his knuckles in her.

The fact they were only feet from Helen let her know how frank they could be, sexually. Behaving like this, right there in front of her, and yet, she didn't protest it. Wouldn't ever, it just wasn't something offensive to her, never had been. She'd seen plenty of people in similar situations, thousands of times in her life, whether in pornos or real life. Often seen people fucking up close and personal.

She watched their sex act in her stoned trance, neither one acknowledging her nor remotely feigning discretion. Eventually, horny, she stood and went into the kitchen and get herself a glass of water. She watched as Charlie ultimately stood up and pulled the string of her wrap dress, opening it, exposing her beautiful naked body to the night. Letting it hang open as she helped Eden pull his jeans down, she couldn't see his penis from her view from the kitchen window. She debated with herself, whether or not to go out and re-join them. Paranoia coming over her, did they want her to go back out and watch them fuck? Or were they only now beginning their fuck because they thought she was gone to bed?

She watched Charlie straddle Eden and sink down on him. Then she examined the look of unmasked pleasure rinse across her daughters face at being impaled. The expression turned quickly to raw animal lust. An aggressive flare of her nostrils and exposed clenched teeth. A look of intense sexual determination as she bucked her hips back and forth.

Helen wanted to see Eden's hard cock. She wanted to see his cock in any state she could. And it crossed her, she wanted to watch it penetrate her daughter. She wanted to watch it fuck, in and out of a woman, any woman. Slick in pussy juice. She wanted it inside her, penetration her body over and over again, finally cumming deep inside her, in her womb. Impregnating her. She'd happily carry his child, she thought. Even at her age.

Charlie threw her head back, her orgasm sweeping through her. Her gorgeous tits bouncing and then, heaving from flooded breath. She hoped he came a lot. She hoped he would cum a lot in Charlie, now. She hoped that someday, he'd cum a lot inside of her.

She laughed at herself, snapping back to reality. Standing over the sink, looking out at the couple fucking powerfully on the patio. She, unconsciously pinching her nipple under her shirt. She turned and headed for bed. Climbing the stairs in her stoned torpor, she reminded herself to ask Charlie in the morning if she'd be happy to share Eden with her. Would her daughter let her fuck her boyfriend? Probably, based on the sexual changes in Charlie, though Helen knew she probably wouldn't have the courage to ask.

In her room, she stripped out of her shirt and jeans and got into bed completely naked, as was how she liked to sleep. And with the comforter across her legs, just below her ass, she lay on her stomach and put both hands between her legs, one for penetrating with fingers, the other for stoking her erect clit. She closed her eyes and filled her head with the images of Charlie straddling Eden, fucking him for all she was worth, then changed the image to herself, a red wrap dress open and exposing her middle-aged body, her magnificent breasts bouncing for Eden's visual arousal. Fucking him for her dear life, his cock, well-lubricated, sliding through her, filling her, giving her the sense that at any moment, he would split her in two with the force and strength of his sex. And slowly she masturbated to sleep.