I was out on the town with my daughter Eveline, going from store to store, clothes, shoes, lingerie, jewelry, we covered all the basics. Just when we were about to call it a day, Eveline noticed a sign that said, "Mirrors, windows into your deepest desires.". Now, Eveline is the most artistic of the family, neither her brother nor my husband, nor I, have any interest in anything remotely resembling art, exhibitions, theater etc.
So, to humor her, after dropping off the spoils of our little shopping spree in the car, we headed back and swung by the exhibition. There was a large stall in front of the mansion where the exhibition took place, manned by an elder couple, who were handing out flyers and trying to lure in visitors. Two meters next to them was a young man fidgeting with his iPhone; he was clearly there against his will. I assumed he was related to them in some way and had been coerced into helping them set up the stand.
As the elder gentleman started talking to me, I noticed Eveline and the young man exchanging a few glances. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was thinking, but Eveline didn't seem to mind. Although she did nothing to encourage his behavior, she was clearly fascinated and flattered by his attention. She was a married, grown woman, so I figured she knew what she was doing.
I paid the admission price, which was ridiculously low, and we entered the mansion. Inside, it was one mirror after the other, in all shapes and sizes, decorated in most extravagant ways, some decorated with gold and rubies, some simply made out of wood and metal. Some showed an accurate reflection, some distorted your reflection in different ways.
It was quite a large mansion, with a lot of corridors and rooms incorporated in the exhibition. After a while, at the end of one of the many corridors, I turned and realized Eveline was no longer behind me. I began retracing my steps, expecting to find her lingering at one of the funny mirrors we had passed. When after several minutes I still hadn't found her -- nor had seen any other visitor -- I was starting to get worried. Suddenly, I noticed a staircase leading up. Intrigued, and still out to find Eveline, I decided to go and investigate.
When I got to the higher floor, I found myself in a little hallway illuminated by a sky dome, with just one door, which was slightly ajar. As I approached the door, I heard panting and moaning coming from within. As I reached the door, I could peek inside and noticed that the far side of the large room was completely covered in mirrors. Aside from my own reflection, standing in the doorway, I could see Eveline behind the door, facing away from me, her hands pressed up against the wall as her skirt was pulled up, her panties pulled down and the young man from the stand pumping her roughly.
Although I found her behavior highly inappropriate -- especially since she'd been married for only seven months -- I didn't want to go inside and disturb her, so I backed away from the doorway. As I didn't want to lose track of her again, I remained on that floor and could therefor hear every slap of the skin, every pant and every moan. Even after taking a few steps away from the door, I could still see the lewd copulation in the far mirror. To make matters even more uncomfortable, Eveline started climaxing loudly, her body convulsing wildly against the wall.
Although part of me wanted to look away, the part that was in control kept staring at this depraved spectacle. To my horror, the young guy fucking her suddenly pulled out, just as Eveline turned around and sank to her knees, opening her mouth as wide as she could, ready and eager to catch his load. It only took him a few more strokes to actually get off. I watched in shock as a large amount of cum erupted from his large penis and hit my baby girl in her slut face!
Eveline positively wallowed in the sperm bath she was getting; a wide grin on her face, her eyes closed and turning her face in every possible direction to collect as much of the slimy goo on her skin as possible. When the guy was finally done drenching her, Eveline opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, directly at me!
At exactly the same moment, I felt a hand on my shoulder, which scared the crap out of me. I quickly turned and was stunned to see Eveline standing there, fully clothed, not a smidge of cum on her. Confused, I looked back at the room, but there was no sign of her, nor her lover. "Mom, you're not supposed to be up here!" Eveline whispered. I ignored her, and, unwilling to believe that I had imagined the whole incident, I walked into the room. At that moment, I heard another voice saying, "Hey, you can't go in there!"
I ignored the voice and barged in, only to see that the entire room was covered in mirrors, from wall to wall, from floor to ceiling. It was a most unnerving experience. But what bothered me the most was the fact that there was no sign of anything that could explain what I had seen; no Eveline, no young man, there wasn't even a wall. Just mirrors all around me. As I turned in place, trying to figure out what was going on, the large number of my reflections began to overwhelm me. For a moment, I lost all perspective, all sense of my position in the room. If Eveline and the elder woman hadn't pulled me out, I probably would have fainted.
"Why did you go in there? What did you see?" the elder woman asked, in a frightened tone of voice. Before I could respond, the door to the room slammed shut -- by itself -- and created a shockwave which resonated deep within my body. The elder lady, even more apprehensive than before, let go of me, and said, "We need to get out of here!" "Mom, why did you go up there?" Eveline asked as the three of us headed down the staircase.
"Look, if they don't want people to go up there, they should hang up a sign or something," I replied, annoyed that everyone was pretending I had done something wrong. When we reached the lower floor, about two seconds later, Eveline stopped, looked at me and said, "But mom, there was a 300 pound mirror blocking the staircase; it took the two of us just to move it out of the way."
