Chapter 1
The sound of my sneakers on the hardwood floor echoed through the quiet house. I should have been at Sarah's place, curled up on her couch with a blanket and a horror movie playing in the background. Instead, here I was, storming back home after yet another fight with her. Why do I even bother? I thought, shoving my hands into my coat pockets as I kicked off my shoes by the door. I was angry at her and maybe even more at myself. Sarah was my best friend, but at times she could get on my nerves! However I had to admit: If I didn't get what I wanted, I could be a real brat myself.
The house was eerily quiet, except for the faint hum of the old fridge downstairs.
I didn't mean to eavesdrop. Honestly, I didn't. But as I shuffled past the kitchen on my way to the stairs, I froze when I heard it--a soft, muffled noise coming from upstairs. It sounded like... voices? My mom was home tonight? She had told me that she had to work. I glanced at the clock on the microwave. It was past midnight.
Curiosity prickled at the back of my neck, and before I could think better of it, I found myself sneaking up the stairs, my bare feet making no sound on the thick carpet. I knew how to sneak up and down the wooden stairs without making a noise. Like a cat on the softest of paws.
The closer I got to her bedroom, the louder the noises became. A low, commanding voice filtered through the slightly open door, followed by a softer, more submissive murmur. What was happening in my mother's bedroom?
My heart skipped a beat as I peeked around the edge of the doorframe, my glasses slipping down my nose just enough to annoy me.
I couldn't believe my eyes!
There they were!
Mom. She stood tall in the center of the room, her shoulder-length brown hair cascading over her shoulders, wearing nothing but a sleek black lace bodysuit that hugged her curves perfectly. I had to give it to her, although she was in her mid-thirties, she still looked awesome and surprisingly in charge. She held a leash in one hand, her other resting lazily on her hip. And there, on all fours at her feet, was Anne.
Anne--blonde, curvaceous... and completely naked except for the collar around her neck. Her wide hips swayed gently as she crawled toward Mom, her large breasts swinging gently against her pale arms. Anne owned the tiny flower shop at the corner. I didn't know much more of her than her name. My mom would sometimes buy flowers or plants at her shop. They liked each other, but I never would have guessed that they were lovers.
What was happening here? I knew that my mom was into women, especially after dad had left us. I just knew it by the way she looked at women, sometimes made fleeting comments about them. I never would have thought she was a real lesbian though or that she would have sex with other women. And I definitely would never have guessed how kinky she was! She was acting like a real dominatrix!
I honestly didn't know what to think of my mom in her bedroom with another woman, and so my attention drifted to Anne on the floor, like my mom's sex slave.
Her blonde bush gleamed in the soft light. It was right in front of me. Her pussy lips swollen from excitement, open and ready like a flower. It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw her pussy glistening wet from her excitement!
Her lips curved into a shy smile as she looked up at Mom, however her blue eyes also seemed to sparkle with fear. something that almost looked like adoration but also fear and anticipation at the same time.
There was something so divine about her. About the way Anne crawled, at her fear, her excitement. She must have been a little older, not much, than my mom, and yet her curvy body was so hot! I had never seen another woman like that. So sexy. In real life I mean, not in the porn videos I liked to watch.
But I felt the same excitement. As if I was watching a porn movie. To be honest, it was much hotter. She was much hotter! I wanted her! I wanted to be in my mother's place. I wanted Anne to look at me like she was looking at my mother. So full of desire, lust, fear, anticipation! It was just... I don't even know how to say it!
"Good girl," Mom said, her voice smooth and velvety, like dark chocolate melting on her tongue. "Now, come here and show me how grateful you are, my bitch!"
She made that last word sound soft an yet it cut through the room like the crack of a whip. And it seemed to me as if those words hit Anne's soul like a whip hitting her pale back.
"Kiss my feet! Show me who your goddess is!"
Anne obeyed instantly, her movements slow and deliberate as she closed the gap between them. She looked at my mother in fear and eagerness to please and then gently pressed her lips to the arch of Mom's foot, kissing it softly before trailing her mouth up Mom's calf.
Oh my god!
My breath hitched as I watched them, my mind struggling to process what I was seeing. Mom wasn't just into women--she was dominant. And Anne was really her submissive slave.
I didn't know whether to feel weird, but I was definitely turned on! My cheeks flushed as I realized what I was witnessing there.
God, this was hot!
Mom's voice cut through my thoughts again, sharper this time. "Don't stop now, bitch. You know what I want."
There was that word again: Bitch!
Anne's voice was soft, almost musical, as she knelt fully at Mom's feet. "Yes, Mistress Jane. Anything for you."
Mistress Jane? That was new. I felt a pang of something--jealousy? Admiration?--as I watched Anne press her face into Mom's thigh, her hands resting lightly on Mom's knees. Mom didn't flinch. If anything, she seemed to enjoy it, her head tilting back slightly as she murmured, "That's right. You're mine tonight!"
My fingers twitched, and I realized I was clutching the hem of my hoodie so tightly it was starting to bunch up. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of how aroused I was. My nipples were hard under my thin tank top, and my jeans felt impossibly tight all of a sudden. This isn't normal, I thought, trying to convince myself to look away.
But I didn't.
I just couldn't.
Instead, I eased myself further into the doorway, propping myself against the wall as I let my hands wander. My fingers brushed against my chest, tracing the curve of my breast through my shirt. My nipples were hard, and my fingers felt so good on my skin!
I hesitated for a moment before sliding my hand downward, under the waistband of my jeans. The cool metal zipper was a shock against my skin, but I ignored it, focusing instead on the warmth between my legs.
Mom's voice was a low purr now, dripping with authority. "Up. Now."
I had never heard her talk like that. And I had never seen a woman please another like that. Not in real life!
Anne scrambled to her feet, her hands darting to the clasp of Mom's bodysuit. She undid it with ease, revealing Mom's flawless skin beneath. My own breath caught in my throat as Mom stepped out of the lingerie, her body shining and confident. She pulled Anne close, her fingers threading through Anne's blonde curls as she whispered something I couldn't quite hear.
But I didn't need to hear it. The way Anne's eyes widened, the way her lips parted in anticipation--it was enough. Mom kissed her then, a slow, deliberate kiss that made my stomach flip. My fingers pressed harder against my clit, my other hand tugging at my nipple through my shirt. Fuck, this is so wrong, I thought, but I didn't stop.
I just couldn't.
I wanted this. To be in control like my mother and I wanted Anne to be my slave girl. A grown woman, more than twice my age with such a feminine body, such great curves, such a great soft, warm and inviting body! I wanted her to look up at me. I wanted to bow down to her and kiss her. Show her my power, receive her submission!
Like a gift.
I wanted her to submit to me.
I wanted to dominate her.
I wanted her to fear me and to receive pleasure from me.
And I wanted to be pleasured by her.
By a real woman.
Mom broke the kiss with a smirk, her dark eyes glittering as she ran her hand down Anne's side. "You've been a very good girl tonight. Now, let's see if you can keep that up, my little bitch!"
