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Show, The (M-voy, Ff, exh)
by Chris Davidson
March 1995

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   Winter '93

   As it turned out, the damage was not too serious and the tall,
dark-haired electrician was able to restore the supply in less than
an hour. Linda had been careless and let the power cord on the
electric iron wear thin. In the end, the inevitable had happened
and a massive short circuit had effectively put the house out of
action at nine in the morning. Linda had tried her usual
electrician but he was busy. In the end she had to call every
electrician in the Yellow pages in order to find someone who could
come out straight away. The man who had finally come, two hours
later, seemed decent enough and Linda was relieved. Living as a
single parent had taught her to be resourceful but to be on her
guard for those who would want to take advantage of her situation.
It has to said, on the other hand, that she was not averse to
taking advantage of other people's situations. Definitely not.

   The problem was that the electrician had it in mind to be
compensated to the fullest extent for his labours. He casually
mentioned to Linda that the cost for the morning's work would be
150 pounds. She was shocked. She mumbled something about having to
go to the toilet and dashed up the stairs to think her situation
through.

   She closed the bathroom door and reached under her skirt to pull
her panties down and sat on the toilet. As she relieved herself a
plan began to form in her mind. In all her anxiety during the
morning she had consumed a fair quantity of home made wine and this
further enhanced the expressiveness of her thinking.

   Her daughter, Emma, had become very close to her since her
husband had died. She had become clingy and often moody. Ultimately
they had become a little more intimate than they should have been.
During the long Winter nights they would often snuggle up together
on the settee, Emma's head resting on her shoulder. Then Emma would
slide onto her lap and give Linda a full embrace. At first it was
just the loving embrace of a 14 year old, but often it would be
crowned with a tender kiss on the lips. Linda could not deny that
she loved this intimacy. She felt at one with her daughter as she
blossomed into adulthood. She felt that she was easing the pain of
the loss of Emma's father. Rightly or wrongly, they came to depend
on each other more and more.

   Emma was tall for her age, with dark, slightly wavy, shoulder
length, hair. In many ways she was like her mother, she had that
same poise and innate sexiness. Linda had often admired her ability
to do even the most mundane things with a confident grace that she
herself had exploited in her younger years. At 35, Linda was, by no
means, over the hill, but she had not really looked for another man
since her husband had died. Often she would lie in bed at night and
think about the ecstasy she used to enjoy. At times like this Linda
would softly stroke her breasts, allowing her nipples to harden in
anticipation. She would remember the feel of her husbands hands on
her pussy, how he gently coaxed her to orgasm before filling her
with his tool and satisfying her that way as well. Linda loved
touching herself but it always left her wanting more, wanting real
intimacy. Her firm 36C bust wasn't really fooled by the touch of
her own hands, she needed someone else to pleasure her.

   She had never really thought of Emma in sexual terms before.
Obviously she realised that her child was growing up but those
precious nights had taught her the reality of her daughter's
sexuality. She found herself, one day, rooting through old photo
albums whilst Emma was at school, looking for pictures of her in
her bathing costume so she could admire her body. Linda loved
Emma's body, to her it was perfect. Dark brown hair, brown eyes and
slim but with a recognisable bust line, even when she was 13 years
old. Linda new that she was now a 34B bust size because she had
measured her for her first proper bra just the other week. The
teenage bra was no longer good enough and Emma wanted some nice
adult bras. Linda had been surprised at how much she enjoyed having
an excuse to ask her daughter to take off her clothes. She wanted
to see her daughter close up and not just in photos, to admire her
physique.

   Although it was just for a bust measurement, she had asked Emma
to take her blouse off and then her skirt. To Linda's surprise,
Emma had appeared to enjoy the performance. She even made it look
like a bit of a strip-tease for her mother. When she drew her
blouse away from her chest she rubbed against her cleavage and then
looked her mum straight in the eye and smiled. Linda could not
avoid being turned on by this. When she took her skirt off she had
somehow brush her hands between her legs a couple of times and then
glanced upwards in fake ecstasy. Emma was definitely trying to tell
her mother something and Linda was almost frightened by how much
she was enjoying it. In the end she took the measurements and made
to rush away in a rush of embarrassment, but Emma quickly put her
arms round Linda and thanked her for helping and gave her a kiss on
the cheek. Linda must have faltered, because Emma turned her head
and they, once more, kissed on the lips. This time Emma's mouth
opened and Linda responded. Their tongues met and they enjoyed, for
a few seconds, the taste of each other.

   Emma's ability to perform and arouse obviously pleased her and
she took every opportunity to turn her mother on after that
incident. She would come home at lunch time from school and sit on
the lounge carpet, cross legged, and allow her green school skirt
to ride up her legs, which she would toy with, pretending to smooth
out imaginary blemishes. Her legs were a great shape and
complemented beautifully by her fresh white socks which came up to
the top of her calves. Emma was a tease, she was teasing her
mother, but she loved her as well and only really wanted to bring
her pleasure. Linda, for her part, was busy trying to come to terms
with the fact that she wanted to go to bed with her daughter. As it
happened, they never had let it go beyond a kiss, up till this
moment anyway.

   Linda had been sitting on the toilet and thinking for too long,
the reason for sitting there had long since gone so she tore off a
piece of toilet paper and wiped her pussy. It was wetter than she
expected. She had become aroused by all those sexual thoughts. This
combined with the wine was having a disastrous effect upon her
judgement. The truth was that she could not afford to pay the
electrician. She had about 50 pounds, which should have been
enough, but the man was ripping her off for a massive call-out
charge and she decided not to pay it. As it was approaching school
lunchtime, Linda decided to use the oldest form of re-payment in
the book, but with a difference. In her aroused and slightly tipsy
state, this seemed an eminently sensible plan. As long as she could
rely on Emma's help. She thought she could.

   Linda's hair was slightly lighter than Emma's and her eyes were
blue. She stared at them for a brief instant in the mirror,
wondering for a fleeting instant just what she was getting herself
into. She knew that Emma would be in in a few minutes and she had
to be ready. She called down to the electrician, who was becoming
restless, and told him that she would just be a second - that she
had to change her clothes. Secretly, she hoped that this would set
his mind working along the correct lines for what she had planned.

   Linda took off her everyday clothes and put on some lacy panties
and slightly see-thru bra. She made sure, in the mirror, that her
nipples were easily visible through the fabric. She then found a
thin white, short sleeved blouse from the wardrobe and put it on
before adding a plain blue, wrap round skirt. No stockings. She
found some slip on sandals and the effect was complete. Revealing,
sexy, but not tarty in any way. She quickly dabbed on some Eau de
Cologne and set off down the stairs feeling completely elated. Her
dark pink nipples were hard and her vaginal fluids were starting to
flow once more in anticipation for what she had planned.

   She had to face the electrician, Peter. She told him that she
just had not got the money to pay him for the work he had done,
whilst flashing him a tempting smile and allowing her leg to
surface from beneath the folds of her skirt. Peter looked confused,
but intent. Perhaps he was wondering if this could be his lucky
day? Linda said that she had something special for him in mind if
he fancied taking payment in a more unusual way. Peter managed to
mumble something to the effect of "what have you got in mind?" So
Linda told him. The only proviso, she stated, quite clearly, was
that he didn't touch either Linda or Emma in any way. He could
watch and masturbate, but he may not take part in the performance.
Peter agreed, he was in no state to turn it down. It was easily the
most exciting scenario he had ever encountered. He sat back down in
his seat and Linda drew the curtains in the room, shutting out the
coldness of winter. She put the wall lights on and set a music CD
playing in the background. Then she went to work.

   She knew that she didn't have much time to kill till Emma
arrived back from School so she filled it by slowly dancing in
front of Peter and undoing the buttons on her blouse. It was thin
enough for him to see the bra underneath but she teased him none
the less with each button. She was just down to the last one when
the back door slammed, showing that Emma had arrived. Linda asked
Peter to wait a few minutes and went out to meet her daughter.

   Emma was surprised to see her mum with an open blouse, but
immediately her eyes glinted. She threw her bag down and asked her
mum what was happening. Linda explained the situation and told Emma
what she wanted her to do. Emma was shocked, but excited at the
same time. She wanted to be with her mum, but not like this. But
then again, she thought, why not? It could be the most erotic thing
to happen to her, much better than those horrible fumblings at boys
houses when it all felt so wrong. In short Emma agreed. "Don't
worry," said Linda, "I'll tell you exactly what to do every step of
the way."

   Emma took off her blazer leaving her in her school blouse,
skirt, bra knickers and socks. She stopped her mum just before she
led her into the sitting room and hugged her. "I love you mum." She
said and they kissed again. This time Emma let her hand slide
inside her mothers open blouse and Linda felt her daughter caress
her breasts for the first time. It was magical. Linda was consumed
with the thought of touching her daughter intimately as well but
she contained herself so that the performance could start properly.

   They walked into the room and Peter jerked upright when he saw
how attractive and young Emma was. Linda introduced them and then
turned to Emma. The show had begun.

   First, Linda asked Emma to take her blouse off. " Do it slowly,
Emma, show the man how sexy you can be." Emma complied, with a
sweet smile. She pulled the material out from her waistline and
slowly unbuttoned her blouse, giving Peter (and Linda) a peak at
the lacy top of her bra. Emma started moving slowly to the beat of
the music as she went about her task. As she took her blouse of, so
did Linda. Mother and daughter were stood in front of this stranger
with only bras covering their chests. Emma gazed at her mother's
tits and took in the sneak preview of her nipples, she was
obviously enjoying herself now. Without encouragement form Linda,
Emma started to caress her small breasts through her bra, making
her nipples tighten ready for display. She sneaked a finger inside
one of the cups and touched a nipple. It was like electric, under
the glare of Peter and her mother.

   Peter was transfixed, he had his tool out and was caressing it,
trying to avoid immediate orgasm. He was barely moving his hand, to
do so too much would be disaster, although he could probably have
come several times, given what he was watching.

   "Now, Emma, come over here and touch my tits through my bra.
Make me feel sexy, Emma." Emma did as she was invited. She tenderly
took one of her mum's breasts in her palm and rubbed it to and fro.
Emma could feel the hard nipple and her mother's increased
breathing. Emma knew now just how turned on her mother was. Emma
moved her hand down and touched her mothers crotch through her
skirt. She felt her mum shiver as she pressed the material between
her legs. "Mum, open your legs for me a little, please." Linda
obliged and Emma ran her hand back and forth over her mothers
crotch. Linda just squeezed her breasts as this went on.

   "Now Emma, you must let me do the same." , said Linda. "Just put
your hands anywhere on my body, Mum, I'll love it.", said Emma.
Linda approached her daughter and cupped one of her breasts in her
hand, feeling the nipple, enjoying her daughter's arousal. She
wanted to remove Emma's bra but she restrained herself and,
instead, let her hands move downwards to Emma's waist. "Can you
pull your skirt up for me, Emma? I want to touch your knickers with
my fingers and turn you on some more." Linda's crotch was soaking
wet by now, she was almost ignoring the incredibly enthusiastic
Peter, who was having the time of his life. He just couldn't
believe it was all happening.

   Emma pulled her green, pleated school skirt up to her waist and
stood with her legs apart. "Come on then, touch me, mum. I'm wet."
Linda's hand reached down and touched her daughters crotch for the
first time. She moved her fingers along the crack of Emma's vagina,
feeling how wet her knickers were. She could feel the soft downy
hair inside and longed to touch the skin. Linda withdrew her hand
and licked her fingers, now full of her daughter's scent. "OK,
we'll take our skirt's off now, Emma." They both took off their
skirts revealing Linda's lacy knickers and her daughter's cotton
white ones. They embraced and kissed each other, enjoying the feel
of nearly naked flesh between them. Emma reached for her mother's
knickers and pulled them down, breaking off the kiss to slide them
away from her legs. Linda did the same for Emma and gazed, as she
did and Emma's dark pubic curls.

   "Take your bra off, Emma, show us your tits, darling. We want to
see you naked now. Then we want to see you show us everything."
Emma reached behind and unhitched her bra. She slid it around and
pulled it away till her hands alone covered her breasts. The she
slowly moved them down to reveal her beautiful teenage chest. Her
nipples were not as dark as her mothers, but very tight and
excited. Emma quickly removed her socks and then she was naked.
Linda then opened her bra at the front and eased it away to reveal
her more mature cleavage.

   Both women were now naked in front of Peter and all he could do
was watch and wank. He was in danger of a complete sexual overload.
Linda pulled up a bed settee and extended it in front of Peter. She
and Emma then lay down on it and began to explore each other's
bodies. Emma opened her legs wide so that peter could see her young
pussy and her mother held it wide open before burying her face in
it and licking her daughter dry. Then Linda lay back and opened her
legs wide, enabling Emma to recline beside her and finger her
pussy. Emma used her fingers to explore her mothers vagina and
caress her clitoris. She gently eased her small hand into her mum's
vagina and Linda groaned with pleasure and began masturbating her
clit as well. Linda begged Emma to suck her tits as well so she
did, giving little inexperienced sucks at first and then harder as
her mother's moanings increased. By now Emma was sucking her
mothers nipple really hard and moving her whole hand in and out of
her slit and Linda was screaming in ecstasy. "Oh God, my daughter's
fucking me, oh God, I love it. Screw me, Emma, screw me!"

   Linda's screams rose to a crescendo and Peter gasped as he
finally allowed himself to come in a series of gut wrenching
spasms. All three were still and silent for a while, exhausted by
what had taken place. Emma was exhilarated, Linda was just plain
knackered and Peter thought he'd died and gone to heaven. They
cleaned up, tidied up and then Peter left. He made sure he left his
personal number in case there were any more emergencies.

   For Emma and her mum, it was the start of a very special
relationship.
