Buy that for me, Mommy! (PM to Join)

Corbie

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OOC:

This idea just hit me. An uber wealthy mother and daughter and a guy. The mother is divorced or a widow with a spoiled brat daughter just after her 18th birthday. The daughter isn't happy with her birthday present. So she's begging her mother to buy her something else.

She sees a cute guy at a restaurant--he's the maitre d--and tells her mother to buy him for her.

Eventually the mother does. This isn't a BDSM or humiliaton thread. The guy becomes the sex toy of both women eventually.

I'm the guy.

Tyson Bay

19 years old. College student, always looking for money. 5' 10". Buff. Blond hair, grey eyes.

There is only room in this thread for 3 people. Need two other women. PM me if you're interested and let me know which role you'd like and what your ideas are.
 
bump. Have a mother. now looking for a daughter. any takers?
 
Tyson was nervous. It was his first day at his new job. He'd been at the restaurant for four years--the manager had hired him early, at 15. But he was now the Maitre'd . He knew the staff and had worked with them, but now he was up front, pretty much running the show. The youngest Maitre'd at the Milanese, a very upscale Italian restaurant--only 19 years old.

He'd spent a boatload of money on a tuxedo for the new job, and he looked the part, if he did say so himself: Three button tuxedo, wing collar shirt, grey bow tie and matching vest. But being up front for it all, dealing with pissed off customers who were late for their reservations and upset that their table had been given to someone else. But he had a charming smile--so his mother told him, as well as all the girls who seemed to follow him everywhere.

He looked up from the reservation book to find mother and daughter standing in front of him. Both were dressed expensively, as were most patrons of the Milanese. The daughter was pouting about something, clearly upset and determined to make everyone's life hell while she was pouting.

"May I help you ma'am?" he asked.

"Yes, we have a reservation for 6:30, under the name of Talbot, two seats."

Tyson looked down at his book and there it was, first reservation of the evening.

"Certainly, Mrs. Tyson. We have you right here." He picked up two menus and called over a hostess. "If you'll follow Andrea here, she'll take you to your table."

"It had better be a good table, not close to the kitchen."

"Hush," the mother scolded. "YOu have better manners than that."

"I don't care. I want a good table."

"You have our best table," Tyson assured her.

"Come along," the mother ordered, and began to follow Andrea.

Tyson watched the two of them walking away with Andrea. Both mother and daughter had great bodies, and it was a pleasure watching them. Both had tight asses and slender figures, nicely shaped legs that were on top of three or four inch stiletto heels.

OOC:
Still need a daughter. Please PM, and let me know if you want the part. Mom will be done by SierraHughes.
 
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Sierra Hughes
Age: 38
Height: 5' 2"
Appearance: Curly black-brown hair, sharp features and warm tan that revealed a Lebanese-Mexican descent.
Measurements: 36C - 25 - 37

IC:

We took our seats as I took out her present from my handbag...
 
"Ok, Mommy, what did you get me this year?" Jessie thought of the years past and some the lame things she had received. " 'cause I dont think you can fit my Hummer2 in that handbag."

Jessie waited in anticipation as her mom reached into her purse.
 
Sierra

"Well now that you're 18 and a full-grown young lady," I said, pausing as I pulled out her gift from my handbag. "I thought this would be the perfect gift for you." I handed the meticulously wrapped package to my daughter. I could see the disappointment in her eyes when she first saw it. She might have thought that it was a pair of keys to her new Hummer. Not that I wasn't going to buy her one - she needed to get her license first.

"Open it," I smiled, as I sensed her frustration, and slight apprehension. Her mind obviously still running through the list of items she wanted, and slowly realising that none of them quite fit the size of the package.

It was a 7" long dildo, about 1.5" in thickness with beaded texture along the length of the shaft. I thought it would be something fun for her to begin her sexual journey.
 
"Mommy, are you high? You can't show something like this in a restaurant. Besides, the fact, what am I suppose to do with that antiquated thing? It doesn't even vibrate" sticking out her lips and pouting.

"Mommy, Can you please get me something else and I can hold on to this little ole thing until then? she pleaded.

She looked at her mom in her best puppy eyes look, pleading for another gift, that was a little bit more functional in her mind.
She stared at her mom, anticipating the worst but hoping for the best response, thinking to herself what her reaction would be to either answer.
 
"This was not exactly the response I was expecting, Jessie. You seem, experienced?" I asked, almost unsure of what I wanted to hear as an answer. I had gave her this gift in the hope of educating her about sex and pleasuring herself. It was not an easy step to take, but one that all parents had to face at one point or another.
 
"C'mon mom! I had my first orgasm at 14!! I thought you knew something about me, but I guess you were too busy worrying about you. Mom, wow, I'm really hurt here. Hee it is my 18th birthday and this is what you came up with?" tears started to fall from my face.
I wasn't sure if I was overdoing it or not, but at this point I wasn't sure if I wanted to laugh or beat my mom with my present. I had honestly thought it was going to be a diamond tennis bracelet when she pulled it out of her purse.
"Mom, serioiusly, I thought you loved me, how can you give me this as my big gift? Or perhaps, you are just being coy and the real present comes later. Perhaps, you should just let your little girl pick it out. If only I had a license...Hmmm, ok mommy" wiping my tears from my face and using quick little breathes, "How about you really let me pick something?"
I looked up at her, "Please, Mommy."
 
"What? You had your first orgasm..." I shook my head in disbelief. It was a changing world indeed, and I remembered my first time was well into my college years. But it did seem as if the birthday gift I had chosen for her was not as well thought-out as I had initially believed.

Normally I would have thought twice about giving in to her - she was already spoilt as it was, and I was trying bit by bit to make things better. But today was her birthday after all. And even though I was fully aware that Jessie was merely using the guilt trip method to wind me up, I fell for it again.

"Honey, I do love you," I said, placing my hand over hers, reassuringly. "I'll let you pick something," I finally said.
 
Jessie smiled, knowing that she would always get her way. She loved her mom and knew that her mom loved her.

"I want that!" she pointed at the concierge. "Can you give it to me, Mommy or were you merely trying to appease me once again?" she questioned her mom, knowing that she loved a challenge. She hadn't got to where she was in life if she didnt.
 
Tyson kept the hot mother and daughter in his vision as he seated ran the show from the front of the restaurant. It was obvious the daughter was being a little shit, making her mom's life difficult. He could see the mom squirming as she gave her daughter a present--he guessed that it was her birthday, but she was still a brat. But the two of them were so hot that he couldn't keep his eyes off either one of them. He felt some stirring in his pants.

He only got a quick glimpse, but it looked like the mother was giving the daughter a sex toy of some kind--a dildo or a vibrator.

Wow! Giving something like that in public. His loins stirred even more.

All of a sudden he saw the daughter pointing his way. What was that all about?
 
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"He is looking at me pointing at him, Mommy. Are you gonna go get him for me?" her eyebrows raised.
She knew her mom was in a hard place right now. Did she go talk to him or just ignore her daughter. What would she do?
 
"He is looking at me pointing at him, Mommy. Are you gonna go get him for me?"

Normally a decisive career lady, I was usually in a mess when it came to my daughter. But I've always trusted my gut instincts, even if I did not always act according to them. And when I first saw my daughter point in the direction of the young gentleman, my first thought was actually rather inappropriate. He's hot!

But naturally, paternal responsibilities were one of the many things that overrided gut instincts. And I was initially very certain that I would not let Jessie have her way this time round. After all, it was a ludicrous suggestion to begin with.

"Jessie, not only is it rude to point, but I will not let you have your way this time. In fact, I've already placed an order for your Hummer2. All you have to do, is pass your driving test, and pick out a colour," was my reply.
 
"Mommy, you said I could have what I wanted" her voice a little loud for a restaurant. Several couples looked over at them
"You said I could choose and I chose. I want that and you promised me I could pick, you promised Mommy." the tears started to trickle out of her eyes. Jessie was accustomed to getting everything in life she wanted and knew how to get the advantage.
"I might even let you play with it too Mommy, when I go take my drivers test." she whispered back down to a normal level. "Now go get it for me Mommy, you promised your little girl."
 
"I might even let you play with it too Mommy..."

Again I was filled with thoughts I wasn't expecting in a situation like this. But this was becoming an increasingly embarrasing situation for me. Perhaps, I could go talk to the waiter, but only pretend to make the indecent proposal my spoilt daughter desired. Then I will work something out from there, once we were out of public eyes.

I looked back into Jessie, and saw that she wasn't about to back down. It seemed like the plan I had in mind was the best option at the moment. With that, I stood up from my seat...
 
Jessie watched as her mom went to do her bidding. THen she thought, for an elderly lady, her mom looked pretty damn good in those heels and her long legs, she could get whatever she wanted, she still had it.
She saw her mom talk to the host and point over to her. She wondered what they were talking about and if her mom had it in her to bring up what she was really doing there. Jessie watched in anticipation.
 
Tyson saw Mrs. Talbot get up and start walking toward him. Working at the Milanese, he had begun to develop an appreciation for the fine things of life. Mrs. Talbot and her daughter represented some of those things.

He watched as Mrs. Talbot worked her way toward him, and it was a pleasant experience. She was average in height, but the 3 1/2 inch heels of her sandals gave her a height that was exciting, especially because she knew how to walk in them and take advantage of it.

Her designer dress slacks and silk blouse flowed sexily as she came on.

Then she was there at his station, and he had to remind himself not to look down her blouse. It was open a bit and the temptation was there, but he was a professional. He wouldn't look down at the orbs pushing out of her open neck.

"Yes Mrs. Talbot? Is everything to your liking?"
 
"Yes Mrs. Talbot? Is everything to your liking?"

"Tyson," I said, glancing down at his nametag. "Yes thank you, everything is to my liking..." I trailed off, glancing over my shoulder at the table Jessie remained seated at.

"...well there is something you can still do for me," I continued, my gaze now returning to his eyes. Then I paused. It might have been only a split-second, but were his eyes looking down the front of my blouse while I turned away? Was he checking out my breasts?

But his eyes looked into mine earnestly, indicating that he was willing to listen. Perhaps it was just my imagination.

"I'd like a set of your chef's special for dessert, but I need you to walk with me to my table, and say "the pleasure will be all mine" when I'm done talking," I said, and then started back towards my table once I could see he was in agreement.

"I'm glad you've understood me perfectly, and I hope you can appreciate that it's my daughter's birthday today, and it will really please her," I said, sitting back down.
 
Jessie Talbot, sat at her table, watching her mom. Her and the host looked at me, as his eyes glance towards her breasts. He quickly, looked up as she turned back towards him.

They talked for a little bit and he shook his head at what she was asking. She turned to come back to the table.

"Did you do it Mommy?" she blurted out excitedly. "Oh my god, there is nothing you cant do. Dad sure was for a lack of better terms, a dumbass."
She smiled up at her mom in true admiration and affection. Her mom for lack of terms was the bomb and she new it.
 
Tyson was confused. This was strange, and he was wondering what was happening, but nothing illegal was going on, so he followed Mrs. Talbot back to her table, where Jessie was waiting, an anxious, expectant grin on her face. It was a pleasure to follow Mrs. Talbot back to the table. She looked as good from behind as she did from the front.

"I'm glad you've understood me perfectly, and I hope you can appreciate that it's my daughter's birthday today, and it will really please her," Mrs Talbot said as she sat back down.

He smiled, it came naturally to him.

"Of course Mrs. Talbot, the pleasure will be all mine." Jessie beamed even bigger. Now he was wondering just what he'd gotten himself into, but still it all seemed above board.
 
Keeping up the pretense

"Thank you," I cocked my head sideways, smiling back at Tyson. He was professional to say the least, and I had to admit he wore a pretty charming smile. Perhaps a few years back, things might have been very different.

Turning away from Tyson and back to Jessie now, I reached out and placed a reassuring hand over hers on the dinner table. It was when I finally gazed into my daughter's eyes once more did I feel a tinge of guilt. In fact, it wa more than a tinge. True, it was an indecent proposal to begin with, but now I have made it all worse. As if it wasn't bad enough she had a cheating father.

"It is your birthday after all darling. I promised you," I barely managed. But I did keep up the pretense for now, while my mind scanned through the possibilities.

I was glad that Tyson took his leave quietly from the table, taking my earlier 'thank you' as the right cue to exit. I wondered though, if he might actually be agreeable with the real proposal. At least dessert was going to buy us some time.
 
"Did you do it Mommy?" she blurted out excitedly. "Oh my god, there is nothing you cant do. Dad sure was for a lack of better terms, a dumbass."
She smiled up at her mom in true admiration and affection. Her mom for lack of terms was the bomb and she new it.

Jessie couldnt wait to be able to open her new present. She was already thinking of the many things she could make him do. Maybe she could get naked and ride him like a horse all over their house or make him dust her room on his hands and knees and spank him if he missed a spot or tie him up on a leash and make him lick her all day long. She was definitely thinking of lots of fun things to do with her new present and not paying attention to anything else.

"I'm sorry mommy did you say something? When do we get to take it home. I want to play with new toy and wash it in the bathtub to make sure its clean." she smiled brightly. She was definitely having fun with the idea of having her own sextoy.
 
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