Dinner was actually very nice. Ben flirted with both of us. I blushed more, he teased me. I learned that Ben owned a lot of real estate. He’d started investing in high school. He was now 28 and fairly successful. He was actually a pretty together guy.
It was after dinner things got weird. As Morgan and I were clearing the dishes Ben just came out and said, “Dinner was delicious. I think a blow job and fuck would be the perfect ending to a perfect evening.”
My mouth just dropped open. I didn’t know what to say.
Morgan just replied, ” Here? Now?” Not like she was shocked, just asking so she knew what he wanted. Then she laughed, “Wait, didn’t you promise to eat me?”
He scooped her in his arms and sat her on the table. “That’s right, desert,” he laughed.
Like I wasn’t even in the room he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off. She lifted her ass to make it easy for him. I just stood there transfixed.
I wish I could say my first thought was stopping them, but it wasn’t. My first thought was trying to remember the last time someone ate my pussy. My husband had tried, but like I said, I was too tied up in myself and I think, again, he just gave up.
While I was ruminating about my ex, Ben got on his knees and flipped Morgan’s skirt up. I watched in fascination. There was no pretense of not watching. I just stood there. I couldn’t see much. He had her legs over his shoulders and his head between her legs. She was leaning back on her elbows, head back, making moaning noises. It was like I wasn’t even there.
At some point I realized I was there. Rather than trying to get them to stop I just thought I should leave the room. I didn’t move very fast. Instead I said, “Ummmm…,” and moved towards the other room.
Morgan looked at me. She held out her hand to me. “Oh my god mom,” she said. “He’s so good.”
I looked at her outstretched hand and then at Ben eating her. She’d laid back on the table. I could now see Ben clearly eating her pussy. I could see his tongue tracing circles around her clit. He softly sucked on it.
Her hand was still outstretched to me. Did she want me to take it? I couldn’t do that, I thought. How wrong would that be, holding my baby’s hand while she was having sex.
She turned to look at me. Pure lust on her face. “Yes, mmmmm, yes,” she moaned as he sucked on her pussy lips.
Her hand was still reaching for me. I wasn’t leaving the room. I don’t really know why. Instead I took her hand.
“Oh my god, fuck yes, yes, yes, fuck” she exclaimed as her whole body shuddered with an orgasm. “Oh fuck mom, that was amazing she said.”
I held her hand. I had no idea how to respond. The situation was wrong. I was in my kitchen, my daughter lying on the table, skirt around her waist, and I was holding her hand while this man, this incredibly sexy man, had oral sex with her.
I knew the situation was wrong yet I could feel the wetness between my legs and my heart beating faster. What kind of pervert was my daughter? Worse yet, what kind of pervert was I? I was ashamed, embarrassed, and yes, totally turned on.