The Going Away Party, Pre-Party.
Since the night we slept together, Mandy and I had been in twice daily contact by phone, discussing their trip to the States, the going away party, clothes, and packing preparations.
We even had phone sex a couple of times which consisted of Mandy telling me she was naked on the bed, reminding me of the mess we made in their bed and talking me through what she was doing to herself, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, fingering herself, the sounds of her climaxing, panting, telling me she wished I was with her.
I could not refrain, and after we ended our calls.
I masturbated by imagining her beautiful body and her lewd actions.
I called her one afternoon at about three p.m.
She answered out of breath.
"Oh. Hell, oh."
"Are you alright sweetie?"
She let out a breathy laugh.
"Just getting some exercise, I am in the bedroom exercising nude on the bed and I am very sweaty and so wet between my legs, Mommy, listen."
She put the phone to her pussy. I could hear the wet sounds her fingers were making.
Was it her fingers in her wet pussy? It sounded more like muffled slurping.
"Oh, god, just there, yes, fuck."
Mandy spoke as though instructing someone.
"Oh yessss, god! Wow, do not stop!
She exclaimed as she orgasmed.
"You are so good with your tongue, I want more!"
Breathlessly, I asked.
"What is going on? Mandy? You have someone with you!"
I became sexually stimulated by her game. Mandy succeeded in turning me on again, my pussy wet and in making me jealous.
"I have a personal trainer putting me through my paces. Say hello to him, Mommy?''
She was attempting to shock me again. I replied.
"You do have such a furtive imagination, sweetie."
The reply shocked me to my core as it was John!
"I do and so do you. How are you, Eliza?"
I stuttered an incoherent reply, something like.
"Oh, god, hi, John, well, hot, you are home early, oh dear, got go."
I finished the call and sat head in hands, my eyes welled up a little close to crying, bit my lip, and shook my head.
My mobile phone rang fifteen minutes later, but I did not answer. It rang again, and this time I did answer. Of course, it was Mandy.
"Are you alright Mommy? I do not know what came over me, I was so turned on, I could not stop myself."
She sounded worried.
"I am angry Mandy, very angry! Is John still there?"
"No, he has gone back to his office, for a rest, he said."
I shouted at her.
"What in the devil has got into you, I can not believe what you just did! I am so embarrassed, so upset that John was there and you let him speak to me. You were having sex with him. He was licking your pussy and you made me listen, you came as he licked you. I heard him, you, your climax, what the fuck were you thinking!"
She interrupted.
"Mommy, I am sorry. I love you. I never want to upset you, will you please forgive me."
"Mandy, what am I to do with you? Now, I will worry about facing John again.
Mandy took a deep breath and shocked me again.
"Worry about John? It was all quite inspirational to him after you hung up. He gave me a right good seeing too!
The best fucking I have had for some time!"
"It must, have been speaking to you."
"Mandy!"
I shouted.
"This is serious. God, you are terrible, I do not know what gets into you."
Before she could answer, I cut in.
"Do not dare to say another word!"
A little after seven p.m., there was a knock at my front door. I opened it and faced a large bunch of roses, my favourite flowers, offered to me by John.
John, who a few hours earlier I had listened to performing oral sex with my daughter.
"Eliza, these roses are part of an apology. I want to say face to face that I am sorry for embarrassing you in the way I did and want to say sorry for Mandy. I do not know what has got into her lately."
With that said, he stepped into the hall, stooped and kissed me on the cheek.
John always smelt good, dressed well and looked good in a rugged sort of way.
I invited him into the lounge, flustered at my unexpected visitor and the reason for his visit.
I fidgeted as he sat beside me on the sofa.
He explained.
"My defence is I thought the call was from one of her sex-mad mates. They are all a bit cranky, that is why I played up to the call. They have a competition trying to outdo each other. They are a wild bunch."
''When she said, Mommy, I thought it was her friend role-playing in another wind-up, and I played up to it."
He pleaded innocence with his doe eyes as he took my hands
"I am so sorry Eliza."
I looked at him eye to eye to convey my scepticism.
"That John is doubtful, it being, quote, Mommy, according to Mandy, that had spurred you on to greater things for her after I hung up by giving her, quote, a good seeing to! I recall her saying."
His amused expression implied, what do you expect?
"Brownie points to you for agreeing to my wayward daughter, to come all this way to bring me flowers and apologise."
John interrupted.
"Mandy has no idea I am here, or about the flowers, honestly."
"Really, she does not know?"
"No, not at all."
"Well, it may be slightly less embarrassing when I next see you and Mandy."
"I will turn the tables and act more annoyed with her when I next see her."
John and I had a less tense conversation about his job and the forthcoming Amerca trip over a coffee.
He was very consolatory and his normal likeable, charming, cheeky self.
On leaving my cottage, he stooped and surprised me by kissing me firmly on my lips, thanking me for being so understanding.
