Hannah's Way
This is a work of fiction with a healthy amount of facts. Hannah is a real person, and is like no other person I have ever met. The people you will be introduce to along her journey are also real and most of these adventures actually happened. I am fortunate enough to be her mentor, guardian, her lover and her Mistress. Please enjoy the read and leave a comment, even if you don't like it. Everyone who has sex in this story is well over 18.
Part 3 -- Meeting her Mother.
Hannah's confidence was growing and growing in many aspects of her submissive lifestyle.
She even toyed with the idea of me Doming her husband. She asked me when and if she should have sex, and told me every graphic detail when she did. From giving her hubby a BJ to allowing him to fuck her in the ass.
She surprised me.
Hannah went as far as saying she loved the feeling of her man in her ass and how she rubbed herself to a climax when he did. She was becoming insatiable sexually. Demanding more and more from me. I didn't mind and masturbating together online was a huge thrill for us both.
It wasn't long before the question of her mother was raised again. Only because her mother was coming for a visit.
"please Mistress, I am begging you, you must meet her, try and convince her to help us."
I explained to Hannah on several occasions that this was a dangerous path, I painted a picture for her of a likely situation.
"You do know, that you will have to take the lead that you will have to seduce your own mother?" I explained it as graphically as I could.
"You will have to kiss her and fondle her. How will you feel when you start to undress her, and slip your hand into her panties?" I stopped there and waited for an answer.
Several minutes passed. I waited. Then stated "Do you fully understand how hard it will be for you both?"
I waited patiently for her reply.
"Mistress, I can do this and I am sure my mother would be a willing participant."
"Hannah" I said "let me talk to your mother first, my darling"
Within days, Hannah had set up an account on Trillian for her mother. As her mother was coming that weekend, it left Hannah and myself two days to talk through the details on what I would and wouldn't say. Honesty was the best policy, so I said that I would answer every question openly and honestly. And that we would both have to manage any fall out. Whatever they were.
The arrangement was simple after all. Saturday 10am local time was 6pm Friday in New York. That would give Hannah and her mum a couple of hours with the family before their meal time before having a quick chat to me. Hannah was going to introduce me as her Australian friend. I would take it from there. I reminded Hannah that I still wanted her to treat me as she always did. As her Mistress. That would break the ice.
It was a strange surreal situation. For the first time in a long while I felt unsure of what I was doing and was it the right thing. I talked it through with myself. What could go wrong and how would I fix it. I even made tentative arrangements to fly to New York if necessary.
The time came around soon enough, I had put my nervousness to one side. I was on line when they both came up onto the screen. The pleasantries were quickly handled, I introduced myself as Roberta, and she as Kerrie. Hannah was quiet even though they were sitting in the same room. Kerrie on her Laptop and Hannah on her home PC.
Kerrie started first by asking how an older woman like myself met a young mother of 2 like her daughter.
The moment of truth had arrived.
So I told her the full story. How we met on a web-site called Literotica and how Hannah was feeling, what she wanted to experience, my sexual orientation and what that means to Hannah. To say she took it well is an understatement. Like all mothers we may not agree with our children's life choices but we don't disown them out of hand because of these choices. Well most of us don't.
She told me she had always suspected that Hannah was at the very least bi-sexual, during her college years she spent a lot of time 'studying' with girl friends in her bedroom behind a locked door.
