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                             The Show
                  An erotic tale from Chris Davidson
                            March 1995

   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.

