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Subject: {ASSM} Family Ties (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
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Title: {ASSM} Family Ties (Bradley Stoke) (MF FF)
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MF FF
Short Summary: Maxine has to cope with Misty's mother.



Story: Family Ties (4,609 words)

Although Maxine very much loves Misty, she is not that 
keen when her flatmate's mother comes to stay with them. How
can she cope with the presence of a so much older woman?
But Maxine soon discovers how very strong the Family
Ties are between Misty and her mother. 
 


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Family Ties
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The girl with the ring through her eyebrow hadn't yet put 
back on her clothes and was standing naked in the kitchen, 
her head tilted back as she took a long swig of the bottled 
water she had found in the fridge. Maxine, wearing only a 
bath robe open at the front, stood by the kitchen door and 
smiled. She wandered over to the girl, so slim and 
sensuous, her body still a little clammy after their early 
morning sex, and placed an arm over each shoulder, 
lowered the girl's head and kissed her on the forehead. The 
girl took the cue, set down the bottle and expectantly raised 
her lips up to Maxine's mouth: slightly open and her breath 
a touch short. Maxine plunged her tongue deep into the 
girl's mouth, skimmed her teeth over the sharp incisors and 
encircled the tongue around and around her own, the drool 
of shared saliva bubbling up and spilling out of the corner 
of their conjoined mouths.

Maxine gently pushed her face off the girl's. Christ! Her 
jaw ached, but then kissing wasn't the only amorous 
activity she and this girl had been practising through the 
long morning and into the (yes! It was!) the early 
afternoon. Her jaw was as totally fucked as the rest of her.

She idly ran her fingers down the girl's chest and squeezed 
the erect button-like nipple in her fingers and twiddled it, 
her other arm still around the girl's neck.

"So, what did you say your name was?" she asked.

Maxine didn't get to hear because suddenly she heard the 
phone ring. Fuck! Who could that be? She was 
contemplating leaving the phone be, but she thought better 
of it. Saturday night was on the way, and there might be 
plans to make, friends to meet, more women to fuck. She 
slithered out of the girl's arms, her bathrobe slipping down 
one shoulder and the whole of a rounded, aroused breast on 
show, glided across the kitchen tiles and picked up the 
cordless phone.

"Yes. Who is it?"

"Is Misty there? It's her mother."

"Misty's Mum?"

"Yes, is she there?"

Maxine sighed. Misty wouldn't be well pleased. She could 
hear her gasps of coital pleasure coming from the other 
bedroom where she was with the bloke she'd picked up, 
while Maxine had, as usual, got the girl. What was the 
bloke's name? Mike? Mark? Fuck knows. She didn't even 
know the name of the really gorgeous, if rather short, girl 
she'd been getting to know in the most intimate way 
possible all night long.

"She's here, but she's busy!"

"She can't be that busy not to talk to her mother. I'd really 
like to talk to her now if I can."

Maxine had never met Misty's Mum, but she'd spoken to 
her often enough on the phone to know that she wasn't a 
woman who could be easily fobbed off. She also knew that 
there was some kind of messy divorce going on with 
Misty's father, whom her best friend had never been that 
close to, and that Misty would probably be quite annoyed 
not to have got the call.

"Okay, Mrs Milton. I'll take you to Misty."

Maxine pushed open the door to Misty's room, the one the 
two girls often shared during the week, and felt that usual 
pang of disgust and slight jealousy when she saw that 
Misty was being fucked. She was naked and perpendicular 
to the bed and, also naked, Mike's (or Mark's) recumbent 
body lying on his back, his penis erect and firmly sheathed 
within Misty's wide-open and gushing vagina. Misty was 
pumping steadily up and down, like a sensuous piston-
engine, the shininess of her vaginal juices and all the 
semen sparkling in the early afternoon sun as it shone 
through the curtained window.  She was grunting softly, 
but paused in her thrusts when she saw Maxine proffer her 
the phone.

"Who is it?" she hissed. "You can see I'm busy!"

"It's your Mum!" said Maxine, handing over the phone 
hastily and standing by the door, unsure whether to stay for 
the handset or to leave and return to unfinished business 
with the girl in the kitchen.

Misty put a finger to her lips to tell the man beneath her not 
to make a sound and still moving slowly up and down, up 
and down, on the erect penis, she placed the phone under 
her dyed blonde shoulder-length hair and supported her 
other hand on her upper thigh. 

"Yeah Mum?"

Misty frowned.

"You what? You can't be serious? When?"

Her eyebrows raised up her unfurrowed brow, while she 
adjusted the penis still inside her and grunted assent to 
what was being said. "Yeah ? Hmm ? Yes ? Are you 
sure? ? Yeah. OK! ? I guess you'll have to ? 
Tomorrow? Bit soon, isn't it? ? Hmm! Yes. OK! Bye 
Mum! ?"

It looked like Misty was about to return the phone to 
Maxine, so her friend leaned over the bed for it, an elbow 
indenting the sheet near a masculine thigh she was glad 
Misty was getting to know rather than her.

"Yeah! Yeah! Bye Mum!"

She clicked the button on the phone and handed it back to 
Maxine.

"It's only my fucking Mum! She's coming down to stay 
with us. Apparently, there's too much shit for her to stay at 
home. My Dad's being a right fucking bastard about the 
settlement. The cunt! I hate him."

Maxine took the phone and stood back off the bed while 
Misty eased her bosom down onto the man's black-haired 
chest, his pubic hairs tangling amongst the trim and tidy 
hairs of Misty's crotch, while the couple returned again to 
the rhythm of their thrusts with a more passionate, insistent 
tempo.

"When's she coming? Not too soon?"

"Yes! Yes!" gasped Misty, partly to Maxine and partly to 
Mike (or Mark). "Wednesday, I think. Maybe, yes! Maybe, 
uhh! Yes! Thursday perhaps. Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Maxine could see that Misty had got a little excited from 
the kinkiness of chatting with her mother whilst being 
fucked at the same time. That was almost the thing she 
liked most about her best friend and her most frequent 
lover, that there was just no event she couldn't twist to its 
best erotic advantage. If it hadn't meant clambering past a 
body jerking and thrusting under Misty's own vigorous 
reciprocal thrusts, she'd have leaned over and kissed Misty 
out of sheer love. And probably would have done so had 
Misty only brought home a woman instead of a man.

Maxine eased close the door and carried the phone back to 
the kitchen. At least, Maxine's Mum wasn't the sort to 
spend too long chatting on the phone. With any luck, the 
girl with the little silver ring above her eye would still be in 
the kitchen and still naked. Maxine felt like having a little 
more fun before the day got properly under way.

Misty's mother was a tall, thin woman in her forties, who 
dressed smartly and bore some considerable resemblance 
to her daughter. Maxine could see the similarities in the 
slightly pointed nose, the arched eyebrows, the long 
serpentine neck, and, most of all, in the angular sharpness 
of her knees, which she kept stockinged but clearly visible 
below the hem of her Nichole Farrhi business skirt. Maxine 
agreed to spend every night in Misty's bedroom for the 
duration of her mother's stay, something which wasn't too 
much problem most nights, but might be a problem if 
Misty brought back a male lover. She didn't want a 
repetition of the time with that ghastly man with the fat 
cock who thought that just because he was in bed with two 
women, he had two vaginas he could penetrate.

"You sure you don't mind sharing with my daughter?" 
wondered Mrs Milton.

Maxine shook her head. "I don't mind at all. I just hope you 
find my bed comfortable."

"I'm sure I will. And it will be strange indeed to be sleeping 
in a bedroom surrounded by so many pictures of naked 
women."

Maxine blushed. It was obvious to her that Misty's mother 
had either already known or had just astutely guessed what 
her main interests were. "As long as you're comfortable," 
she repeated. "That's the main thing."

"And that you don't get bored, Mum," Misty commented, 
leaning against the kitchen sink, a cigarette in one hand and 
wearing the quite severe business suit which she'd worn in 
the office all day. So much smarter than Maxine herself, 
but then there was no need to dress stylishly in the software 
consultancy where she worked. "It's going to be bloody 
boring being here all day."

"There's plenty to do in the city, dear. And it's a bloody 
relief just to get away from all that shit with your bloody 
father. He drives me spare! And, if you don't mind, you 
couldn't offer me a cigarette would you?"

Misty opened the cigarette packet that was sticking out of 
her Prada handbag and handed it to her mother. "I didn't 
know you smoked, Mum."

"I don't. Well, I haven't since you were a little girl. But my 
nerves! They're bloody torn to pieces!"

It wasn't that easy for Maxine to accommodate her life 
around Misty's mother. Maxine's evenings were now 
compromised by having to watch television programs that 
appealed to such an older woman. Maxine didn't know 
before that there were so many drama programmes on the 
set. And she was more than a little bored by the soap 
operas which featured people she'd never heard of before 
and the permutations of their complex lives of which she 
rather wished she'd remained ignorant.

Thankfully, Misty's mother didn't take up smoking with 
quite her daughter's enthusiasm; otherwise life would have 
become truly unbearable. But it was a relief at the end of 
the day when Mrs Milton finally returned to her bedroom. 
Then, Maxine and Misty could themselves retreat to 
Misty's bed, in a room rather cluttered now that all 
Maxine's clothes and possessions were crammed together 
with Misty's own. Maxine was somewhat shy now of going 
into her own bedroom whilst there was the risk of meeting 
Mrs Milton. 

She wasn't sure why she was so shy. After all, it was her 
room. The two girls had only chosen to share Misty's 
bedroom because it was the larger of the two. But she 
somehow didn't want such an older woman, and her best 
friend's mother at that, seeing her undressed or naked. And 
she was quite shy about making love with only the 
thickness of the walls between the woman who was the 
object of her passion and the mother of that woman. Not 
that this is in any way inhibited Misty, who was exactly the 
same as ever in how vocal she was in her lovemaking, 
unrestrained in the thrashing of her limbs and adventurous 
in the extent to which she would push the limits of their 
mutual sexual gratification.

"So, what do you think of my Mum?" asked Misty after a 
few days.

Maxine sighed. "I'll be pleased when she's gone and we can 
return to normal life again. And I can have my own room 
to myself."

"Don't you like sharing with me?" teased Misty, squeezing 
her lover's clitoris between her fingers.

"It's not that. Not that at all," Maxine sighed, surrendering 
herself once again to pleasure.

"But what do you think of my Mum?" insisted Misty. "As a 
person?"

Maxine thought she was almost an older version of her 
daughter. And it wasn't just the family resemblance. They 
were both women who knew what they wanted and knew 
how to get it. And she was sure that Misty's mother, when 
she was at work, which she used to do in the business she 
had once co-owned with Misty's father, was just as 
aggressive in a business suit as she knew Misty to be. But 
she loved Misty all the same despite, and perhaps because 
of, her self-assuredness and self-confidence. Perhaps if she 
loved Misty she should also love her mother.

"She's okay. Very nice. What about you? Do you still think 
as highly of your mother now you're seeing so much more 
of her?"

This was partly intended to remind Misty of her past 
eulogising on her mother, who over the distance of a few 
miles had taken on some kind of mythical quality. 

"In fact I like her more, I think," Misty replied with a nod. 
"She's pretty clued up. On the ball. Age hasn't blunted her 
at all. And, you know, she's not bad looking either for a 
woman who must be, let's think, not too many years off 
fifty. Her tits haven't sagged and she's got a pretty cute 
bum."

Maxine was slightly startled. She would never dream of 
saying anything like that about her mother. Not that her 
mother wasn't an attractive woman, she was sure, but she 
just never thought of her as anything other than as a 
mother. But she clearly didn't cut quite the figure as did 
Mrs Milton. Her clothes weren't nearly as expensive and 
her face had a slightly tired and sometimes timid 
expression. Not the hard determined look on Mrs Milton's 
face. Or on her daughter's.

"I think we can take her out with us this Friday night. She'll 
be okay, don't you think."

"Friday night? How would someone as old as her get on 
with the clubs and bars? She'd just complain about the 
noise and the booze and the drugs and everything. And 
what if we pick someone up? What'd happen then?"

"Oh. Don't fuss so, Max. You don't think she didn't have 
much the same kind of time when she was our age? Well, 
before she married that bastard of a cunt of a husband as 
my fucking father, that is."

Maxine sighed. But she knew that if Misty had decided on 
a course of action then that's exactly what would happen.

And indeed it did. Misty's mother seemed absolutely 
delighted to be invited out and took the opportunity of the 
invitation to reveal a stash of coke she'd somehow got ages 
ago. And not bad stuff either, as Maxine could soon testify. 
And if she was worried about hanging around with young 
people, all young enough to be her own children, she didn't 
hint at it. But she made no effort to dress any differently to 
how a woman of her age might dress for a luncheon party 
or a sorority ball. Nor did Misty dress any different to how 
she did normally. Expensive, sexy and revealing. As Misty 
often commented, only those who could most afford 
expensive clothes could afford to show the most flesh. 
Maxine was slightly less provocative, rather less back and 
thigh showing, but obvious to everyone that she was a girl 
out for a good time, and who bloody well knew how to get 
it.

The bars and clubs that evening were as confusing as ever: 
a confusion exacerbated by a few choice lines and some 
vodka. There were Misty's and Maxine's weekend friends, 
loads of them, filling the bar they usually went to on a 
Friday or Saturday night, the lights glaring and flashing 
from all directions, smoke drifting over their heads, and the 
music booming out loud and steady from the huge speakers 
hoisted up on the walls. Maxine wondered what Mrs 
Milton would make of all this. She couldn't imagine her 
back in her suburban home listening to hard house or drum 
and bass. And she worried what she'd make of people like 
Georgina, whose nipple was already sticking out of that 
slim top, even though her breasts were actually quite small 
if anything. And what about the language? Maxine's own 
mother would have been rather upset by that. Especially 
when Julia started going on about tribadism, flat-fucking 
and fisting.

But Maxine became aware that Misty's mother was one 
who quite enjoyed swearing herself. She relaxed when she 
heard Mrs Milton comment that she'd sometimes felt like 
'fucking Jane Horrocks' herself if the girl would let her. 
And she relaxed even more when she referred to 
Condoleeza Rice as a 'cunt' and Gordon Brown as a 'fuck-
faced shit'. 

The evening drifted onwards, from one bar to another, just 
as loud and twice as shitfaced, and finally, with the 
witching hour approaching, onto the clubs, which were just 
about heaving and ready to roll. Of course, they couldn't 
get anywhere really decent without queuing for hours, but 
even for a modest club they still had to stand for more than 
a quarter of an hour in the chilly night air, in woefully thin 
clothes, as the queue slowly wound its way in through the 
door and past the massive bouncers, one black and one 
white, that guarded the premises and occasionally frisked 
the odd suspicious looking punter.

As Maxine shivered next to Misty and her mother, she 
could see that the two of them were pretty thick in 
conversation: giggling and cackling and sometimes 
exploding into gales of hooting laughter. She was pleased 
to a certain extent, because it meant she could concentrate 
her attention on Sarah, a Scottish girl she'd not met before 
and who had ever such a pretty face. However, it didn't 
stop her regarding mother and daughter with envy. Maxine 
had never been as close as that to her mother. In fact, since 
she'd come out about her preference for women rather than 
men, her mother had become even more distant from her. 
And she wasn't sure that Misty mightn't actually be closer 
to her mother than she was to even Maxine herself. But 
Maxine reminded herself that it was good to see mother 
and daughter so close. It must be a comfort to Mrs Milton 
with all that divorce shit going on. And, of course, the 
thing about the business she'd built up with Misty's father 
having to be divided between them as well.

Once inside the club, things were going very well indeed 
for her with Sarah. What a darling accent she had! These 
Scots! Especially the ones from Edinburgh. Such precise, 
distinct vowels. Those thrilling trilling 'r's. It wasn't long 
until Maxine surrendered to her passion, recognising that 
the little glint in Sarah's eyes wasn't brought on by E or 
blow or crystals or even alcopops. Her lips collided with 
Sarah's, the mouth opened just a little bit, and their tongues 
slid together, twirled around each other and their jaws 
ached as their mouths locked in place. It was all Maxine 
could do to keep her hands off Sarah's sweet, but rather 
large bosom. And she was sure that if she could just get a 
hand inside those tight little shorts, she'd find a vagina as 
messily liquid and gushing as her own.

Maxine could hardly hear the music, even though it was 
inescapable. It was the usual stuff, of course, pounding and 
grinding and pumping, just as she would be later with 
Sarah. But where would that be? Not at home with Misty's 
mother around. She detached her lips from Sarah's and 
looked about her. Where were Misty and her mother?

"Anything wrong?" asked Sarah with jealous alarm.

"Nothing. Just looking for Misty. You know. My mate."

"The one with her mum in tow?"

"Yeah! That's right!"

"That's them dancing over there!"

"Fuck!" swore Maxine. "You're right. Christ! She's game 
for such an old bint, isn't she? You'd never thought she'd 
get down to stuff like this."

"It's kicking stuff though!" Sarah laughed. "This DJ really 
knows how to cane them!"

"I guess so," remarked Maxine, who preferred to listen to 
rather more tranquil music at home.

As the night progressed, and things continued to go pretty 
well with Sarah, Maxine often caught glimpses of Misty 
and her mother together. It was always just the two of 
them. The rest of their crowd was just elsewhere, mingled 
and absorbed in the bigger mass of dancers and drinkers, 
though Maxine thought that Misty might have tried going 
after a boy or a girl or something. Wouldn't it just cramp 
her style being with her mum like that? Fuck it! She was 
gonna have her fun, even if Misty wasn't going to.

"Hey! Misty sweetest!" Maxine yelled in Misty's ear, an 
arm still round Sarah's waist, so bare and warm.

"Yeah! Wassat?" 

"I'm just leaving with Sarah here. We're off to stay at her 
place. She only lives a five mile cab ride away."

Misty's mother was sitting very close to her daughter. In 
fact, Maxine could see that her arm was right round her 
daughter's shoulder and that Misty had her arm around her 
mother's waist. Maxine quite envied Misty for her easy 
tactile intimacy with her mother, though she was sure that 
alcohol made the family ties seem stronger.

"Sarah inviting you back for coffee?" Misty's mother asked 
with a slight slur.

Misty smiled at her mother indulgently. "Shit, Mum! You 
know it's not a coffee that Max's going back for. Is it, Max 
dear?"

Maxine blushed slightly, even though it was fairly obvious 
that her intimacy with Sarah wasn't of the most innocent 
kind. "Errmm?"

Misty laughed. "Max's going back for a fuck, aren't you? 
Isn't that right, Sarah sweetheart? That's what you and Max 
are gonna do?"

"I should fucking hope so!" laughed Sarah, pressing her 
tongue and mouth to Maxine's, to her slight embarrassment 
in front of Misty's mother, who, however, would have had 
to have been both deaf and blind never to have suspected 
that her daughter enjoyed intimate relations with Maxine.

"Well! Good luck, dear!" smiled Mrs Milton. "I hope you 
enjoy yourselves!"

"And give Sarah a good fuck for me!" laughed Misty, 
pressing her lips on Maxine's cheek.

Sarah was just as good as Maxine expected, although the 
passion sort of ran out after only an hour or so, and the two 
were slumped naked on Sarah's bed, with the sound of a 
train rumbling through the distance. Maxine regarded her 
lover more dispassionately. Her face was as sweet as ever, 
but she did have a furry birthmark on her thigh that was a 
little off-putting. And her ears were a funny shrivelled 
shape. And she was ever so short. Just like the girl with the 
ring in her eyebrow. And although not plump exactly, 
nowhere near as slim as darling Misty.

As so often happened when Maxine had made love with 
another woman she compared her recent conquest with 
Misty. Invariably, it was Misty who came out best from the 
comparison. Maxine truly loved Misty. She knew that. And 
at the moment, her heart was yearning for her best friend. 
She could imagine her sleeping alone in her bed. Only a 
vibrator or two to keep her company. She was so selfless 
letting Maxine go off and have fun with another woman 
while she stayed at home alone with only the company of 
her mother and perhaps some more blow. 

And then Maxine resolved to return home early. Although 
she'd normally have spent many more hours with Sarah, 
who was, after all, quite a pretty girl, she thought she'd 
leave in good time, to get home before Misty was out of 
bed. And then she would make up to Misty for spending 
time apart from her that evening. And the two of them 
would make that mad passionate love they enjoyed so 
much. And she would tell Misty how much she loved her. 
And how she really didn't mind sharing the same bedroom 
with her, as long as they could also share the bed together.

Sarah was a little distraught when Maxine left. "Please tell 
me you'll see me again," she pleaded at the door, while 
letting Maxine out into the Saturday morning street. 
"You've got my number, haven't you? Please call."

"I will!" promised Maxine firmly, intending to do no such 
thing, and then striding off, following Sarah's direction, to 
the nearest underground station. She blew Sarah a kiss as 
she rounded the street corner, preserving in her memory 
what she was sure would be her last sight of the girl she'd 
just been making love to, seeming somehow small in her 
bathrobe at the door of the extremely ordinary city house.

The leisurely crawl of a weekend morning followed her 
home, still wearing her evening outfit, hidden as best she 
could under her jacket and ignoring the lascivious stares of 
the men on the train. Although she quite enjoyed attracting 
their attention, she was terrified that they might think she 
had any interest, of any kind whatsoever, in them. And 
soon along more familiar streets, counting off the houses, 
as she came at last in sight of the house that contained the 
flat she shared with Misty.

She cautiously pushed open the door to the flat. She didn't 
want to wake up Misty's mother. Indeed, she didn't really 
want to arouse Misty. What she wanted to do was surprise 
her. To jump on the bed, pull off her clothes, say 
"Surprise!" in a seductive voice and for the two of them to 
then start making love together. Wouldn't that thrill Misty? 
And what better surprise could there be for a lover who had 
spent the night alone?

Maxine might have heard a kind of groaning, gasping noise 
before she pushed open the door to Misty's bedroom. If she 
had, she'd probably have dismissed it as sounds somehow 
leaking in from a neighbouring flat. She hadn't expected, 
however, to find two bodies on the bed she shared with 
Misty. Two naked female bodies at that. Entwined in a 
tangle of limbs and grinding groins. Clearly and 
unambiguously making love.

At first, Maxine thought it might have been a woman that 
Misty had met at the club. She was famous for her fast 
work. Maxine remembered that girl Misty had picked up at 
the bus stop that evening. One moment, she was just 
another stranger waiting for a bus. The next, Misty and she 
were pressed against each other in a wild passion that 
rather frightened Maxine at the time. But no! It wasn't 
someone Misty had just met. And her breasts were not the 
firm ones of a young girl, but those of an older woman. 
One old enough to be Misty's mother.

"Misty!" Maxine shouted in alarm. "It's your mother you're 
fucking with! You're fucking with your mother!"

Misty and her mother stopped abruptly, a dampness 
clinging to their chest where they'd perspired against each 
other and a different dampness around the crotch and at the 
top of the inside thighs. 

"Max! What the fuck?" Misty cried.

"You're fucking your Mum!" sobbed Maxine, already 
slightly regretting the hysteria that had crept into her voice.

"So?"

"It's your Mum?"

"I know. And I've been enjoying every moment of it. 
Haven't we, Mum?"

"Yes, we have, dear," said Mrs Milton with an indulgent 
smile, her arms around her daughter and her free hand 
stroking sensuously about the part of the crotch Maxine 
was sure no mother should touch so intimately.

"In fact, we should have done this earlier, shouldn't we, 
Mum?"

"Well, not when you were young, sweetest. That would 
have just been plain wrong!" laughed her mother.

Maxine stood there in front of Misty and her mother, 
feeling more like an intruder into her lover's privacy than 
she'd ever felt before.

"What about me?" she couldn't help asking, her voice 
feeling weak and a cloud of disappointment engulfing her.

"Well, you've said you wanted to have your own room 
back, Max," remarked Misty. "There's nothing stopping 
you from having it back now!"


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