Silvie went upstairs and found four men and one woman in a row in front of the bathroom, none of whom were wearing costumes. She went straight to the door to put an end to that abuse but they complained and told her to get in the cue. There was no point in arguing because they wouldn't believe her, so she just waited there angry with Olivier and with herself.
Standing there with her buttoned up shirt, cardigan, knee length skirt and hair tied in a bun she stood out among all the others, dressed to party. Several young guys asked her if she was someone else's mother and when she said no, they flirted with her. She kept saying no with growing anger. Some other day could be cute having such young men interested in her but no that day.
About half an hour later it was her turn. She found Briggitte cleaning her mouth and helmet. Her upper chest and forearms though had lots of globs of liquid scattered. Brigitte noticed that somebody had entered and instead of looking at her face, she fell on her knees and tried to raise the skirt. She would later explain that at that moment she was in a state of mind that could be described as cumdrunk. She was so inmersed in the routine, after two hours having one person after another non stop, that she wasn't aware of anything else. Silvie had considered letting Brigitte follow through as she had proposed it a couple of times, if only out of curiosty, but she said no and always would. It had been decades since the last time she had let anybody touch her in that way. She had never enjoyed it as much as people told her that she should. She just preferred masturbation and watching others. She didn't like that kind of human contact. Even less with her life long best friend.
She stopped Brigitte and leaning down she whispered on her ear that it was time to leave. Saying it louder could anger the other people in the cue and she would likely sound more like a pimp than a friend. She helped Brigitte cleaning her arms and chest. Briggitte protested because she wanted to parade around showing the fruits of her labour, but Silvie didn't want that spunk in her car's upholstery. Brigitte put on the coat and they left. Olivier was about to complain when they passed next to him, but Silvie's angry look made him back down. He was supposed to keep watch and had failed. Even if Brigitte had had lots of fun and was so horny that she was constantly clenching the dildo, she had been put in danger, left alone with all those strangers.
They went to Silvie's house where Brigitte would be able to have a shower and change clothes. Silvie patiently helped her unlock and remove all the layers. In the shower she enjoyed a quick but much needed orgasm. Her daughter had gone to some kind of party and wouldn't be at home yet, so she would be able to masturbate thoroughly with her toys in her bedroom, but being free at last of the chastity belt and dildo she couldn't resist the temptation. Feeling guilty for not having protected her friend well enough Silvie promised to clean all the equipment. The coat was clean though so Brigitte took it with herself. She gave Silvie a chaste peck on the lips and left. Brigitte of course promised to write everything down and post it on the forum the next day.
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Camille still hadn't managed to fall asleep, not only because of the snots, but because the events of the night kept repeating in her mind. She was too spent to masturate after four intense orgasms but too excited to sleep. She went to the kitchen for another paracetamol when suddenly the door opened and her mother got in. Camille almost fainted. She was wearing her usual style of top and skirt but her black vinil coat was equal to that of the slut in the party. Brigitte was also surprised to see her daughter and didn't know what to say. She intended to masturbate very intensely moaning very loudly and now she'd have to bite a damn sock to muffle the sounds.
-Are you ok?- Brigitte asked.
-Huh?
-The medicine.
-Oh, eh... I've caught a cold.- The answer confused Brigitte. She had heard that congested voice somewhere, but couldn't fathom where. Silly question anyways, it was her daughter, she had seen her sick before.
-Ok, eh...- Followed Brigitte after a brief awkward silence.- I'm going to bed.
-Sure.
Camille watched her mother walk away. It couldn't be. Musted be a coincidence. She just happened to own a similar coat. Obviously. Because the other option was that she had had the best sex of her life with her damn mother in front of a damn audience. That couldn't be. Impossible. In any case she couldn't sleep. The insistent buzzing sound of a dildo at the other side of the wall of her bedroom didn't help.
The next day her mother went to the store to buy something and Camille snuck in her bedroom. With her heart pounding in her chest she checked the pockets of the coat looking for the note she had handwritten. It wasn't there. She sighed in relief. It was another coat. She was about to leave with a smile when she saw something in the corner of the eye. A piece of paper on the nightstand. Camille started to shake. She got closer. She read the text. She couldn't help it, she had to run to the bathroom to puke. Her mother was both the party slut and her wildest wet dream come true.
Along the rest of the day she did her best to avoid her mother. She had stuff to think about. Fortunately being sick served as an excuse. Also her mother spent a lot of time typing something on the laptop. According to her friends her mother had arrived with Olivier, who claimed to have met her in his last office job but couldn't say the name. Later she had left with a woman of about the same age, that could be her pimp, or a friend, or nothing. Too many mysteries. She needed to dig in. And she found a way.
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A week later Brigitte was still basking in her memories of that wonderful party. She had sucked so many strangers, that for the most part had been demanding, but had respected her enough not to hurt her. Exactly what she hoped for. She still had doubts about the note. She didn't have enough information to know if going to the date would be good or bad. Silvie recommended her not to go, and it was probably a good idea.
Suddenly the doorbell rang. It was a delivery boy, with a box for her. She hadn't requested anything and the boy couldn't or wouldn't say what it was. Another mystery. She asked about the cost but it had already been paid. Even more rare was that the delivery guy stayed there waiting for something.
-Do you need something?
-Eh... The client that paid for this said that you'd have a special tip for me.
-Special?
-Something that I shouldn't talk about.- He produced a condom from his pocket.
Brigitte smiled. Mystery solved. It was from Silvie, the rascal. She indicated him to get in and closed the door. Without hesitation she took off her sweatpants and panties and squatted down, to put his penis in her mouth. As soon as he got hard he guided him to the kitchen where she bent down over the table. Astonished and excited he put on the condom. He had chosen that job for that exact reason, horny, lonely women, and after five years busting his ass it was already happening. She was more than ready when he penetrated her. It didn't take long before he came inside her. She clenched her muscles to gain a bit more extra friction in those last seconds. To his utter surprise then she asked for the condom and she put it in her mouth squeezing its content in her mouth. At last she smiled and thanked him. He was so stunned that when he crossed the door and left the appartment he didn't realize that he was showing his penis until after he had left the building.
Brigitte opened the package and inside she saw a smartphone and a charger. She pressed the button and surprisignly it was on. All the usual apps had been deleted except for a chat. It already had several messages. “Fist rule, you obey my orders or Silvie, Camille, you mother Laura, you ex husband Mathieu and all your acquaintances will know about your secret affairs. I know where you live, I know where you work, I know everything” said the first message. “Second rule, this phone must always be charged and on and you will have it close at all times” said the second. “Reply now” said the third. It was rare that Silvie had chosen to play that game, but Brigitte shrugged her shoulders and decided to play along. “Understood, mistress” she wrote cheerfully.
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Sitting in a park nearby Camille read her mother's reply. Mistress, had written. A shiver ran down her spine. She also seemed to like BDSM. No way. It had been a lucky guess. Or she believed to be talking with someone else. Maybe that mysterious pimp lady in the party. She wondered if her mother had truly given that special tip. A woman sat next to her on the bench and offered her an ice cream.
-You still like vanilla, don't you?- Silvie asked quite an ironic question.
-Yeah, thanks, aunt.- She had known Silvie all her life. For Camille it was like an aunt. A cool, understanding aunt with whom she could talk about anything. They met often with or without her mother present.- So you don't think that mom has been rare lately.
-Yes, she's happier.
-Why? A boyfriend? Girlfriend?
-Ask her yourself, dude! Is not like she's good at keeping secrets. But no, no special friends.
-Have you two ever...?
-Tongue kissing and fingering. Briefly. Twenty something years ago. My idea. I was confused because sex with my boyfriend at the time felt boring. Turns out that it felt boring with everybody. I'm a voyeur. It's my thing.
-Mom is also a voyeur?- Asked Camille, surprised as always by Silvie's openness.
-I'm not doing this. Ask her yourself. She's more open minded than you think.- Indeed Camille intended to ask. But not directly. The conversation with Silvie had been uneffective. It was unclear if she knew what her mother was doing. Could be lying but impossible to know what was the lie about, if any.
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Along the next weeks Camille ordered Brigitte to use the camera of the phone, and the chatting app to do humiliating things under her watch. Kneeling on the floor on several postures. Spreading obscenely her pussy lips and buttocks. Putting on slutty clothes. Telling intimacies. Masturbating with and without toys. She did all that with a smile and without hesitation. On the other hand when Camille asked about intimacies of other people, her mother was as vague as possible, giving useless answers, like Silvie had done while they ate that icecream. Camille couldn't insist much on those questions after having assured that she knew everything already on her first message.
She decided to jump to the next level. Test her mother's resolve either to resist or to sacrifice. She sent her a new message with another task, much harder than before, to see her reaction. She gave her a week but it only took three days. She tried to video call her mother at least once a day, if only for a few minutes, to ask her to do something menial, like getting naked. She was agape when she saw her mother's face, having accomplished the special task.
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Brigitte was shocked when she saw that particular request. Silvie had never shown interest in those things. She deduced that it was some kind of challenge. Or simply a joke. Brigitte had to choose, complain and lose, or follow through and surprise her. She chose the latter.
She went to the appointed place, a piercing parlor close to Camille's college campus, dressed as she had been told, wearing the same coat, mask, collar, corset and boots of the party. Nothing else, aside from money to pay, and the car keys obviously. She wasn't sure if Silvie would be watching, or maybe an accomplice of hers, but she was fine with all the points of her task and would go through regardless.
-Good day, sir.- She said to the surprised clerk.- This slut needs a rework, if you are so kind.- That sentence was entirely her idea.
-Eh...- Managed to say the young man.- Any idea in particular?
-I want you to pierce these.- She got out an ear through a slit she had cut on the latex mask.- And this.- She opened the coat to show the near nakedness and pointed at her pussy.
-I can...- He gulped.- Do that.