Lucy watches her mum's anal orgasm

"Fuck your tongue up my arse, Claudine, my precious French tart," Maggie Longbottom said. "Lovely wicked girl!"

Lucy looked round from the top of the narrow staircase. A naked young blonde woman lay across a bed sprawled in post-climactic slumber, her glistening sex lips carelessly exposed. Upon the narrow bench in front of her dressing table sat Lucy's mother, fully naked. Behind her knelt an auburn-haired French girl, whimpering with desire as her tongue eagerly plumbed her mistress's arsehole. The younger woman had a hand between her legs, furiously frigging her wet lips, her perverse pleasures aflame. To Lucy it was like a scene from the most self-indulgent Sapphic tryst that Lady Catherine had ever entertained, with her mum taking the part of Lady C. One of Lady C's intimates had indeed been a devotee of the musk rose, as she called it, and Lady Catherine had been her avid partner in sampling its delights. But Lady C and her friends were equals, and Mum was disporting herself with her millinery apprentices. A feeling Lucy couldn't name washed over her body as Lucy watched her mother take anal pleasuring from the thrusting tongue of a chestnut-haired wanton young enough to be...young enough to be Lucy's daughter Annie.

"Are you going to spend, naughty girl?" Maggie asked.

Claudine whimpered and frigged herself faster.

"Yes, spend, spend with your tongue in my arse!" Maggie urged.

Claudine keened in ecstasy, her body convulsed with the throes of her orgasm. Her ears flushed red. She strained forward, pressing her tongue deeper inside her mistress.

Maggie seized her pearl, firing her own engine of pleasure and crying out her joy to the dim garret as her daughter watched silently. At the height of her climax, Maggie's eyes opened wide. She saw Lucy standing at the top of the stairs. "Lu..OH!" Maggie cried out as another climactic wave seized her.

The only other time Lucy had seen her mother in orgasm was when Lucy was eighteen. She had walked in on Lord Jeremy giving her mum a vigorous fuck from behind. So like how Edmund liked to take Lucy herself. But Jeremy had been rubbing down there with his fingers, and Mum had responded with a powerful fit of pleasure. Lucy didn't think either of them had heard her little gasp. Not long after that time, Mum had left service with the Netherwoods and gone to London for work as a milliner, and now she had her own shop.

Lucy quietly made her way down the stairs. She sat and waited in the closed millinery shop for her mother to compose herself. Lucy's own heart was racing and her face flushed from what she had seen. She wondered if she should just go. But Mum needed to know how things had changed. Perhaps Mum could help her decide what was best for herself and Annie. A crooked smile crossed Lucy's face. Mum, as mother of a Netherwood, was much in the position of Lady Catherine. It was a shock to be confronted with Mum indulging in a perverse Sapphic connexion with her hat girls after church, but it was in some way another thing Mum had in common with Lady C.