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What Mom Knows Fucks Her Ass

... honest with me Mom. What are you scared of now?" "Her power," my Mom admitted. "How so?" "I can't say no to her. I was completely at her every whim and some of those whims were crazy." "You can't say that and not continue," I pointed out. "She loved to take risks, it was the only way she seemed to really get off," Mom explained. "Like what, Mom. You’re being rather vague." "Well, there were many examples. They started simple. She fingered me to orgasm in a nearly empty theater. But then she did the same thing in a very full theater, where the older woman beside me couldn't help but notice what was happening. I was her personal live-in maid. I bathed her, I washed her hair, I made her meals, I even cleaned her cum-filled pussy the rare time she went on a date and got laid. She literally owned me. She continued to push the envelope too. Fucking me in the shared bathroom early in the morning with a strap-on, making me go down on her at a restaurant when the waiter disappeared, and even when she was President of the student union she would have me under the table between her legs the entire meeting. The bigger the threat of being caught, the bigger the thrill." "Well, that certainly explains your outrageous public adventures today," I pointed out. "I suppose so," she reflected. "I really hadn't thought about it, but the thought of getting caught is very exhilarating." "Agreed, but this just proves my point that you need Elle," I pointed out, before asking, "so how did you break ...

... free of her hold over you?" "Well, it was my wedding day that was the final straw. She made me eat her out minutes before I was married to your Dad and she fucked me in the honeymoon suite a couple of hours before your Dad and I consummated our marriage. It was clear that she wanted to still completely own me even if I was married, so I ended it. Even though I have been tempted for years, the craving to go back has only escalated this past year." "Wow," was all I could say. Mom added, "She joked during her first year of teaching how if I was still her lezzie-slut she would have had me under her desk during her parent-teacher interviews. I have many, many times fantasized about that suggestion becoming a reality." "Well, maybe you should," I suggested. Mom warned, "If I ever submit to her again, there will be no turning back." "Oh Mom you are too melodramatic." "No seriously. I know if I submit to her again that I won't have the will power to quit her again. I never felt more free than when I was completely Ellie’s disposal, which makes no sense, but yet is how I felt." "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, before adding, "based on your soaking wet cunt I would think not." "Dammit Curtis, enough about making me a dyke and more about finishing our little adventure," Mom said, her hand going to my fully swollen member. "Hmmmmm, I see making your Mommy a submissive lesbian has got you nice and stiff." "Everything about you makes me go nice and stiff, Mom." I leaned in and kissed her. ...