“Oh you have to try it Heather, you don’t know what you’re missing. You can borrow my butt plug if you like. I’ll help you out with it.” Faye rose and sidled towards me to get to the fridge, her hand traced a path across my shoulders as she passed. “We both will!”
Mom and I looked at each other sheepishly. Our incestuous adventure had only just begun and had already progressed to the discussion of inserting a butt plug in my mother’s ass. I had to admire Faye, she was the perfect conduit.
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Mom was a little disappointed we had run out of champagne but seemed equally as comfortable with the Australian shiraz I opened with dinner. On our second bottle she’d become tipsy and was openly flirting. The weekend had awakened something in her, in the past she’d been staid and predictable, conservative to a fault. Whether it was the flowing alcohol or the sexual tension from the outset, in only a day, she was a changed woman and I loved her all the more for it.