A special thanks to Estragon for all his editing help. (Re-edited: March 2011)
Of course, all participants are 18 years or older.
PART SEVEN: TAKING MOM OUT; DOING DADDY
After a couple days of calm, it was time for me to really see what power I had over my Mother. I got home from school and decided it was time to have fun with her on my own. I got home and Mom was dressed in a very conservative outfit: a long black skirt, matching stockings and a white dress shirt. I said "I thought you got rid of all your conservative crap?"
"It is Wednesday. You know it is bridge night at Mrs. Blair's house."
"So?"
"So, I can't go over there dressed like a whore."
"Mom, I thought I made myself clear," I smiled, "Mom, you are mine. I thought that was understood when you ate my pussy in front of Dad."
Mom responded rationally, "That was wrong, honey. I can't take back the past and I enjoyed it a lot. But I need to live my life."
I walked over to her and whispered ever so softly, "Mommy. You are my possession. If I want to take you over to my college and have you suck the whole basketball team you will. If I want you to go up to a random girl and ask her to finger fuck your cunt you will." My hand went to her ass as I finished, "Now go get changed."
In almost an inaudible whisper she responded, "No."
"No," I said back. "Are you sure?"
"No, I mean yes. Honey I am your mother, we need to get back to that normal relationship." She tried to move away. But I held her tight.
My other hand slid under her skirt, I whispered again, calm as can be, "Mother dearest. That is one. One warning, there will not be a second." I then kissed her passionately. She whimpered softly into my mouth and her body broke away from her conscience and moral responsibility. My hand slid down and I slowly took off her skirt. She watched me subserviently. I moved up, my mouth pausing briefly at her panty covered pussy and then moved back up and kissed her. My hand slid underneath her panties and slowly fingered her as our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. Slight moans escaped as I slowly rubbed her g-spot. Her legs gave out as she came quickly on her daughter's fingers. I then put my finger in her mouth and she sucked her love juice off my finger.
I then said, "Mom, I love you. I want to take you with me on many sexual journeys. But I need to know that you understand that I am in charge."
My Mom slightly smiled and said, "I understand honey."
"Great," I said and continued, "Now we need to get ready for bridge night."
My Mom looked surprised as she asked, "You're coming?"
"Oh yes Mom, I have wanted to do Mrs. Blair forever. That British accent is a real turn on."
"What do you have in mind?"My mother nervously asked.
"Oh don't worry Mom. You will have a great evening. Now let's go upstairs and get you dressed." Mom followedme upstairs.
15 minutes later: I had Mom dressed in a school girl uniform, the plaid skirt, mocha colored thigh highs, and a white blouse. I wore a pink blouse, a jean skirt and pink stockings with a black garter belt, obvious if I was sitting the wrong way. My Mom had a vibrating egg in her pussy and a small butt plug up her ass. I had a strap-on in my bag, a double ended dildo, lube and a vibrator, all of which, I hoped to use. We arrived and were greeted with a strange look by Mrs. Blair, who was still in her business attire. Mrs. Blair was a British woman who had only been living in America for a couple of years, but she was a woman of power. She was head of the PTA, a soccer coach for her daughter's team (her daughter was a grade 12 girl named Hannah), and the head of the most powerful bank in the city. She was rather plump but with one of the prettiest faces I had ever seen. But she was quite pompous and clearly the leader of the group. She was dressed in a red blouse, black business skirt, matching pantyhose and 4 inch pumps. My Mom gave her a kiss on the cheek as I had instructed and I did the same. Mrs. Blair seemed surprised, but not shocked.
When we got in there, I saw my hot ex-math teacher Mrs. Winters, who was introduced as Jenna. She too was dressed rather nicely. She was in a pale blue dress that was just below the knee and nude pantyhose. I said, "Hi Mrs. Winters."
She said, "Hi Mandi, nice to see you again. But I no longer teach you, so you can call me Jenna. How is your first year in college?"
I shrugged and joked, "Well, there is way more work, but I get by. You look really pretty" I said to her.
She blushed just slightly and said, "We had parent-teachers today and I didn't have time to change. You and your Mom are dressed," she paused, "Interestingly."
My mother responded, "Well it is a long story, but my daughter and I made a bet and I lost and this was the wager."
Mrs. Blair said, "To dress like a school girl?"
My Mom explained, "Well, I pointed out how all the girls in their school outfits looked rather slutty in these outfits and it came back to bite me in the ass. Although I was right, I do look slutty in it."
Mrs. Blair said, "I don't know, you actually look pretty good. You pull it off well, June. It is also lucky you brought your daughter, as Carol just called and Gavin is ill and she had to ditch."
For the next hour or so, we played bridge. We took a break to refill our wine glasses and snack dishes. As we sat on the couch, I said, "Mom, can you please give me a foot massage."
"Sure honey," she said and started to massage my feet and the other two women got a good look at my garter and stockings.
I said, "Ladies, now bridge is an ok game, but I need something with a little more action. I say we play a little game called truth or dare."
Mrs. Blair cackled, "I have not done that since university."