I never expected the night to end like this.
It started with the company Christmas party at the boss’s house. Big place up in the hills, the kind of house that made the rest of us feel like we were visiting a different planet. Free booze, forced smiles, the usual corporate bullshit. I was three drinks deep and trying to stay invisible when Mrs. Langford—Victoria—found me in the hallway outside the bathroom.
She was still in her black dress, the one that clung to every curve she had at forty-two. Dark hair pinned up, a few strands loose around her face. She smelled like expensive perfume and the wine she’d been drinking all night.
“You’re the new one in sales,” she said, voice low. “Daniel, right?”
I nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
She laughed softly. “Don’t call me that. Makes me feel ancient.” Her eyes flicked over me, slow and deliberate. “My husband’s still downstairs playing the gracious host. My daughter’s somewhere around here too. You’re not in a hurry to leave, are you?”
Before I could answer she took my hand and led me down a quieter hallway, away from the noise. We ended up in what must have been a guest bedroom. Soft lighting, a wide bed, the door closing with a quiet click.
Victoria didn’t waste time. She pushed me against the wall and kissed me hard, tasting of red wine. Her hands went straight to my belt. I should have stopped it—should have thought about my job, about the man downstairs—but the way she looked at me made every rational thought evaporate.
She dropped to her knees, freed my cock, and took me into her mouth like she’d been thinking about it all evening. Wet heat, slow suction, eyes locked on mine the entire time. I tangled my fingers in her hair and let her work, watching the way her lips stretched around me.
She pulled off with a soft pop and stood, turning so I could unzip her dress. It fell to the floor. No bra. Black lace panties that she hooked her thumbs into and slid down her thighs. She climbed onto the bed on all fours and looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Don’t be gentle.”
I wasn’t. I pushed into her in one long stroke and she moaned into the pillow, pushing back to take me deeper. The bed creaked. Her ass bounced against my hips with every thrust. I gripped her waist and fucked her hard, the wet sounds of it filling the room. She came first, clenching around me, and I followed a minute later, burying myself deep and filling her.
We stayed like that for a moment, breathing hard. Then she rolled onto her back, smiling, and pulled me down for another kiss.
That was when the door opened.
Sophia stood there—twenty-three, the boss’s daughter, still in the short silver dress she’d worn all night. Her eyes went wide for half a second, then narrowed with something that wasn’t shock.
“Mom,” she said slowly. “Really?”
Victoria didn’t even try to cover up. She just looked at her daughter and said, “Close the door, sweetheart.”
Sophia did. Then she walked closer, gaze moving over the two of us—her mother naked and flushed, me still half-hard and glistening. She bit her lip.
“I’ve been watching you all night,” she said to me. “Didn’t think you’d actually go for it.”
Victoria reached out and took her daughter’s hand, tugging her closer to the bed. “He’s good. You should find out for yourself.”
Sophia hesitated only a second longer. Then she pulled the silver dress over her head. No bra either. Small, firm tits, tight pink nipples. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them, climbing onto the bed on the other side of me.
I looked between them—mother and daughter, both naked, both watching me with the same hungry expression. Victoria guided my hand to Sophia’s breast while she leaned in and kissed her daughter’s neck. Sophia’s breath hitched. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking me back to full hardness.
“Share,” Victoria murmured.
Sophia swung a leg over me and sank down onto my cock slowly, taking every inch with a soft, broken moan. Tight. So fucking tight. She started riding me with short, rolling movements of her hips while Victoria moved behind her, cupping her daughter’s tits, pinching her nipples, whispering things I couldn’t quite hear.
I thrust up into Sophia, matching her rhythm. The sight of it was unreal—Victoria’s hands on her own daughter’s body, Sophia’s head falling back against her mother’s shoulder, both of them moaning. Victoria reached down between them and rubbed Sophia’s clit in tight circles. Sophia came hard, clamping down on me, crying out as her thighs shook.
She lifted off me, still trembling, and Victoria immediately took her place, sliding down onto my cock with a satisfied sigh. Sophia moved up toward my head, straddling my face, lowering her wet pussy onto my mouth. I licked her while her mother rode me, the two of them leaning in to kiss above me. Tongues, soft moans, the wet sounds of everything happening at once.
Victoria fucked herself on my cock with long, deliberate strokes, grinding down every time she bottomed out. Sophia ground against my tongue, one hand in my hair, the other cupping her mother’s breast. They came close together—Sophia first, thighs clamping around my head, then Victoria a few seconds later, pulsing around me.
I wasn’t done. I sat up, guided Sophia onto her back, and pushed into her again while Victoria moved beside us. She kissed her daughter’s mouth while I fucked her, slow and deep at first, then harder. Sophia’s legs wrapped around my waist. Victoria’s fingers found her clit again, rubbing in time with my thrusts. Sophia came a second time, louder, and I followed, burying myself to the hilt and emptying into her with a groan.
We collapsed in a tangle of limbs, sweaty and breathing hard. Victoria stroked her daughter’s hair. Sophia rested her head on my chest. No one spoke for a long time.
Eventually Victoria sat up, looking at both of us with a lazy, satisfied smile.
“Same time next weekend?” she asked.
Sophia laughed softly against my skin. “I’m free.”
I stared at the ceiling, still trying to process what had just happened, and nodded.
“Yeah,” I said. “I’m free too.”
Outside the bedroom the party was still going. Music, laughter, the clink of glasses. None of it mattered anymore.
I had just fucked my boss’s wife and daughter in the same bed.
And neither of them seemed interested in stopping anytime soon.
