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What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass

... sweet cocksucking lips. A couple of minutes of this and I ordered, "Go get on your bed, my slut." "Yes, sir," she replied, unable to conceal her true submissive nature once she had a taste of my dominance. I watched her stand up and turn around while I went and got the wine. I returned and she was on the bed as instructed. I handed her a glass of wine and I joined her on the bed. I asked, "Does Dad dominate you like you crave to be?" "No," she admitted, before adding, "I have hidden that naughty dirty part of me for years." "Why?" I asked, my hand moving to her white stocking-clad legs. "I am an adult now with responsibilities and I had to let go of my past," she weakly rationalized. "But you have always, subconsciously, craved submission. Wanted Dad to just take over and use you like a slut?" Mom nodded, and gulped her wine. Surprising her with my conversation shift, I asked, "So Mom, what really happened between you and Ellie?" In a heartbeat, her facial expression transformed from confident and sexy to shy and nervous. "Curtis, that was a long time ago." "I know," I pushed, my voice soft and tender, like a therapist trying to draw out their patient's past. "But clearly you are not completely over it." "I am too," she said, attempting to be strong, "I have resisted the temptation for years." "Sorry," I said, trying a different route. "I meant you still have lingering feelings for Ellie." "Only being friends and not being drawn back into her web of seduction has been the ...

... hardest thing I have ever done and I probably would have succumbed on Halloween if you wouldn't have shown up and saved me," she explained, her hand falling onto my leg. "But why is she trying to get you back now after all these years?" "Well, you are old enough to not need a mother figure I assume," she pondered. "I have never needed a mother figure more than I do now," I quipped back. She laughed at my naughty implications. "Plus, she knows my relationship with your father has not been great. I even have wondered if she was not attempting to conspire with your father. Ellie's comment to you when she thought you were your father only enhances those suspicions." "But you still love Dad?" I asked, this conversation getting much heavier than I had originally planned. "I love him as a provider and as a person, but I no longer love love him, if that makes any sense," she explained, her facial expression showing her frustration with her married life. "So if that is the case why not go back to Ellie?" I questioned, getting the conversation I wanted to have back on track. Her hand just made small figure eights on my hand as she considered my question, a nervous habit of hers. "Well, I don't think you understand how domineering and demanding Ellie is." "Give me an example," I asked, trying to figure out my Mother's insecurity, when she was otherwise a very confident woman. My hand was now at her slightly wet and uncovered pussy, distracting her slightly. She was silent for a while as ...