It wasn't the alcohol that softened the wood underneath her feet while she walked on the aisle, looking for the door that belonged to the girl, but it was her excitedly shaking legs which remarked her insecure steps.

—Luna, do you... do you want me to help you...?

Sam was extending an arm to the rocker, even though she was close to trip with her own heels every three steps.

—Ehm... O-ok.

Just when they extended their arms over each other's shoulders, they almost fell head over heels to the floor. Fortunately, Rita was attentive; she managed to grab both girls from the shoulders and wrapped their arms over her back, being the girls pillar.

—Wow! I didn't think that the both of you would be shaking a lot after a few beers...

—I-it isn't me, Mrs. Loud...

—Call me Rita, my dear.

—...o-okey, Ri-Rita.

The footsteps over the staircase melded with the long, drunk babbling and the women panting. Nobody realized on the drool string that was streaming over the woman's cleveage, blending into the folds of her skin and dress. Luna's head rested comfortably on one of her mother's shoulders.

Sam tripped after taking a wrong step with her heeled shoes, grabbing onto Rita's dress from the cleveage with her right hand. The woman's reflections were enough to prevent a bigger embarrasement, but Luna could see for a couple of instants the barely revealed breast. She attributed to her own drunkeness the impression that her mother's breasts were a bit bigger than she had seen and that there was a small white marble aside her nipple...

—Sam? Are you ok, hun?

—Yes, mi-miss Loud. Tha-thank you.

Rita kissed the girl's forehead, maybe to reassure her that nothing terrible had happened. Luna saw Sam blushing and smiling incredulously from that show of affection. Seeing the mark that the lipstick left, the woman asked Luna to retrieve one handkerchief from her purse. Which was soaked on her own saliva the moment arrived on her hands. Having pass it over Sam's head, the mark barely was smeared.

—Luna, hun, could you soak the handkerchief with your spit, please? My... My mouth is dry...

Quickly she took the rag, letting her tongue moisten the same spot that her mother had used. "What would happen if Sam realized that? No, it seems that... Is she looking at Rita like I think she is glancing at her? I don't blame her, but..."

Having felt her drool running out, she took the rag to Sam's forehead, erasing definitely the mark.

—Tha-thank you, Luna. W-would you imagine having...? Having this mark on classes?

—It would be a huge embarrassment, dear!

—Exactly, Rita! Although, if it wouldn't be noticed...

The sultry grin that Sam sported made Luna debate herself between two thoughts; "I want to be the one that makes you wear scarves, long sleeves and pants always and forever" and "A threesome now? Mom, I'm not ready for that yet". She barely processed that they have crossed another lintel, dragging their feet through a carpet and the brief light from the aisle was replaced by the click of the switch.

The room door was recently closed when Sam dove into the bed, getting rid of her hairdo and the elegant yet uncomfortable and impractical shoes. Her naked feet attracted briefly Luna's attention, focusing more on her legs. Moving them a bit in order to adopt a better posture, she could see better her panties; red, translucent and with intrincate laces.

Her comfortableness left her buttocks exposed, but Sam didn't care about that detail; after a couple of minutes, she mumbled soporifically that the breeze was fresh. Luna could only stare at it with crossed arms.

—And she was supposed to reject him... Not that I complain about the sight...

Suddenly, Luna's right cheek felt the fresh contact of her mother's lips, feeling her hands around her hips. Her embrace didn't threaten an amorous escalation, but her questions made her legs lose almost all of their strength.

—What are we looking, hun?

—Eh... A bad moon rising?

—Red moon, eh? You have good taste, dear. Do you think that Sam could come with us to the jacuzzi?

The woman sighs made Luna's concentration impossible, who took a long time to answer the question. A deshinibited snore from the girl laying on the bed was the signal for the musician to say:

—Well, she is on the Land of Make Believe, hun.

—The jacuzzi will be ready in a matter of minutes... But we have a problem, luv... They have no swimsuits.

—Don't... don't they have them?

Rita undid the hug and walked to the drawers. They were empty. Although that information was not the girl's priority; Rita only wore her thin panties, which left her voluminous buttocks to everyone's sight in all of their splendor. Luna's palms sweated.

—See? Nothing-! Luna!

A mild spank interrupted the whispers. Sam kept sleeping her drunkeness nap, even though she shaked due to the cool. Despite the playful complaints from her mother, Luna took off her jacket and covered her valentine with it, tucking her partially with the bedsheets. Rita's smile turned less lascivious and more sincere by admiring that gesture.

—Sorry, mom. I wanted so badly to give someone a spank since I saw Sam's...

—At least you undertand in part what is consent.

—Shouldn't I be more proactive with my gestures?

Her confusion mixed with a bit of fear and another pint of bothersome. But Rita kept smiling.

—We are drunk, Luna. Obviously we are at a point where we can be more daring. And since we are in confidence to do these things...

—I know that Sam would be mad with that, mom. What about you?

Rita turnt to her daughter. On a first moment, she had her arms crossed over her chest, covering her breasts. The glance she dedicated Luna was contradictory; her smile was complemented with arched eyebrows.

—Tell me Luna, do you think your father and I have that same treatment?

But the irony with which she asked dispelled when she broke down on a silent laughter. By covering her mouth to repress her laugh, she uncovered her right breast. For what Luna could see while her mother tried to keep her composure, the woman was using a barbell piercing that looked quite heavy.

—By your laughter, I can assume that yes, he does so.

—Of course, of course. Ha! Poor old him if he dares to do it in front of you, tho... Why do you think we are here tonight, sweetie?

—I thought you had nothing to do...

The changes of plans that Sam as Rita have done played in her favour. But Luna didn't see those coincidences as chances to take advantage of; on her troubled mind, the uncertainty on both women affections laid roots and it seemed to make itself comfortable over her mind's divan.

Rita took her hands, , joining them with hers by her diaphragma. Luna could confirm that both of her mother's breasts were pierced, but her words quickly made her attention shifted towards her eyes.

—Honey, this night has gone pretty well until now. What did Mick Swagger sing on that song so ethereal as beautiful? "You can't always get what you want, but if you try sometimes, ypu might find and get what you need."

A small and bitter smile garnished Luna's face.

—Is a really good song, mum. But it's both things. How do I know that this can last? Look at her. She was prepared for anything.

—It was chance then. But you can't deny that it's been an interesting and intriguing dat, can you?

—I can't indeed. It's been quite fun, mum.

—Do you want to make it funnier, Luna?

Again Rita looked at her daughter with a malicious grin, as a tiger taking its time stalking and cornering a deer on the pasture. But deers have antlers with which they can defend themselves...

—I think that... kissing those lips on your face isn't enough education for my muth, don't you think mum?

—O like your attitude, Luna. Let's get ready for the jacuzzi first, shall we?

Luna's hands abandoned Rita's touch, taking them to the woman's waist. With her fingers, she held the thin cloth of the panties and tried to pull them down. Yet again her mother's hands posed over hers.

—We have to go all the way down, mum.

—"We have to"? Then we will share the jacuzzi like that, as we came to the world.

—Amen.

—Come her, you little devil.

Rita led her hands towards Luna's bowtie, attracting her to a prolonged French kiss while she untied it and began to unbutton her blouse. The girl could only massage the woman's thighs to reciprocate the osculation, letting her saliva escape through her lips commissures. The remainder of their battle not only fell over the woman's naked chest, but also between the women' legs.

Luna's arms could only extend to her mother's knees, to which her panties fell. Barely united by a mucus string, loosened by the lack of pressure from her generous flesh, they descended to the floor. Soon they were joined by the blouse and sports bra of the girl.

When she was unfastening her belt, Rita took advantage of holding the pants and panties' sides, letting them fall to the carpeted floor. The buckle seemed to give another problem by falling hard, but its tumble was drowned by the cloth and carpet. Already naked, their hands ran by their bodies contours, experimenting with their skins touch. At the approach of their breasts, the contact of the piercings on their nipples broke the kiss.

—You have some well adorned nipples, Luna. Do you want...? Do you want to exchange barbells?

Unlike Rita's, Luna used small, black barbells. By continuing their glance downwards, the woman, as well the girl, realized yet another detail; the musician had a tiny piercing on her navel, while her mother had a heart shaped pubic tattoo.

—Well, my little succubus.

—Luna! Would you think it's right to call you "my little exotic dancer"?

—Why not? When you see my hips shaking, you will be begging me to sit on your lap, Rita.

—How much boldness! Take off your shoes that I'm freezing. I need to enter on that jacuzzi.

After a light movement of her feet, Luna was as naked as her mother. Walking both hand in hand, they entered the jacuzzi terrace. It seemed to be ready; the steam already was surpassing the platform that did as the bathtub support.

Their conjectures were correct; they took one minute to acclimatize to the hot water. Having gotten used to the temperature, they resumed their kisses and petting over their already wet bodies. Rita's thumbs landed over Luna's small and dark nipples, while she gave strong squeezes to her mother's glutes. Light pulls of the black barbells were met with light bites from the youngster to the woman's lips. The dream she had nights before had been fulfilled.

Yet, Rita broke the hug, laying on the opposite side from where she was on the jacuzzi. Luna tried to follow her mother, but she fowarded her left hand's index finger, posing it on her daughter's mouth and stopping her advance.

—Uh, uh. Now, show me what you can do with your mouth, hun.

Without any doubt, Luna sucked again her parent's finger. But she quickly retrieved it, raising her hips above the water level, revealing her wet patty.

—With these lips, Luna. You'll eat seafood like a total champ.

Luna could only gaze at the place where she came from and how it palpitated before her eyes. The alcohol and her lust disinhibited any moral thought from the grotesque situation, just giving room for one that soon filled her head.

"Her papaya looks delicious".

End of Chapter Six.