Caitlyn, her Mum, and Roxanne
Mandurah
Caitlyn, her Mum, and Roxanne
By Mandurah
Description: The Caitlyn series ends with one more wild romp, with the now very popular Caitlyn leading the charge toward a lusty conclusion. An incestuous threesome with Caitlyn and her Mum, and someone new: Roxanne. Does she have to put on the red light? You'll find out, and more, in this dash to the end that's filled with wild sexual adventure!
Tags: Consensual, Bisexual, Incest, Sex Toys, Threesome, Extreme
Published: 2024-05-14
Size: ≈ 10,425 Words
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Caitlyn, her Mum, & Roxanne
by Mandurah
©Copyright 2024 Mandurah
Part One
The week after the art exhibition closed, Arty called to let me know my light bondage photo took second place. The mother and daughter photo got an honourable mention, and he would donate both to me and bring them to my house. He further explained more work should come my way now that my picture had taken second place and been seen by hundreds of people in the photographic and advertising industries.
After the photos arrived, Dad hung the one with Mum and me in their bedroom and the one of me above my bed.
School finished mid-December, and I had been getting more work, as Arty thought. It was swimwear and underwear photos taken in the studio. However, after some thought, I decided on a new career that didn’t involve being a photographic model.
I wanted to become a chemist and work in a pharmacy for a year before I started a three-year full-time course at UWA. (University of Western Australia). This would involve living in Perth and only coming home for the holidays or long weekends, as the Uni was about one hundred and sixty kilometers from where I lived.
However, it wasn’t all bad news. I could continue my friendship with Ruth while she studied dentistry, and I could hook up with Erin again, who would start at UWA the following year, studying geology. Her parents planned on buying a two-bedroom apartment to cover her three or four-year course, and I’m sure she would happily let me live with her. With benefits, of course.
My phone rang, and I could see it was Arty. “Hi, Arty. How they hanging?”
“Would you like to unload them for me, gorgeous?”
“Oh, you know I would.”
“Good, but that’s not why I’m calling. The radio station wants you to do four weekends of promotional work. Two hours per day between twelve and two, on Saturdays and Sundays, down at the tourist beach, wearing those skimpy shorts and that too-small t-shirt.
“It will be a live broadcast, and you’ll be with a DJ called Ben. All you have to do is look good. Hand out complimentary gift packs and Bunbury FM teen radio stickers, and you will get sixteen hundred bucks for the four weekends, starting the first weekend of January. How does that sound?”
“Wicked. That will help me save for my car.”
“Rock up on Saturday. Ben will be in a Gazebo that you won’t miss, with Bunbury FM teen radio banners everywhere.”
“Cool, that sounds, like, awesome. Now, what about me lightening those balls of yours?”
“Sorry, kid. I’m on a plane to London tonight, attending a conference and modelling show. I’ll talk to you once I get back. Oh, and happy birthday for next Tuesday.”
“Thanks, Arty. Have a safe trip. You know, I’m so, like, gonna miss lightening those balls for you.”
“Haha. I’ll make it up to you, kid. I promise.”
Mum drove me to the beach on the first Saturday in January. Arty was right. There was no missing the radio station stand. Banners and people were everywhere.
Looking at the guys in the Gazebo. I approached one, who I thought was Ben and asked, “Hi, are you Ben?”
“Yeah, and you must be Caitlyn, Miss Bunbury FM teen radio star?”
I laughed at being called a star. “What, does my T-shirt emblazoned with Bunbury FM teen radio, give me away? And I’m not a star?”
“Maybe not a star. But a hell of a stunning-looking model.”
“Thank you,” I replied with a smile as Ben looked me up and down appreciatively; no matter how I wore these shorts, I had a permanent camel-toe with how tight they were, and the too-tight T-shirt emphasised my already large boobs. He gazed at my crotch before his eyes moved up to my chest.
“Wow, Caitlyn, you look so hot. I love the shorts and T-shirt… You’ll have every guy on the beach up here looking at you… including me.”
“Thanks, yeah, I’m a bit on show, right?” I turned around and bent over, and I heard him audibly gulp.
Then I glanced over my shoulder at him to see him staring at my bum and said, “Enjoying the view?” My look at him was angry, but inside I was giggling and excited that I’d turned him on.
He turned bright red when I stood up and turned to face him, and he didn’t say a thing while looking at me lasciviously.
Bang on twelve, the music belted out over the beach. Soon, we had a mixed crowd, dancing and singing along to the music.