What Licking Out Really Means

i'm pleased. Mummy, Juliet, now aged 40 has her well hung Romeo! i never actually dreamed that I would persuade her to dump dull old Noel (yes, amazing, my dad), and go with Gideon, the sexiest Jamaican guy you could possibly imagine! Gideon is a private security businessman, and Noel, is an academic, you figure, who should mummy have always have been with? Noel (daddy) is 53 and Gideon is 36. It is trade in time. Gideon drives a Bentley and Noel a battered old Volvo estate. You figure! I was already going with a friend of Gideon's, a charming, hyper hip black dude called Garfield.

So life, all of a sudden, well it was ultra modern and oh so radical. I imagined that mummy would just divorce my dad and that Gideon would very politely, very quietly, usher him out of the house and that daddy would then take a flat somewhere on campus. But it wasn't like that. It was so vile in many ways, but perhaps not surprising. Daddy begged mummy to let him stay. He begged on his knees apparently and said that he wouldn't make a fuss about her handsome lover, if she would just let him stay, somewhere, anywhere, in the house! That was so vulgar. You'd say so too, wouldn't you?! But daddy persisted with the pleading and then my wonderful mummy, the now super sexed and ably fucked Juliet, said, alright.

I really didn't get that arrangement. I mean, now Juliet was going with the perfect man. i mean perfect for her, suave, sophisticated, well dressed, powerful, great in bed, someone who made her feel utterly feminine and alive. What on earth was she doing letting my grown up child of a father hang around? I mean, it was like not opening a window to let in fresh air, after you've been cooking something that smells a bit yuk. You'd open the window and let that go I reckon. Not mummy though. She said that daddy could make a bed up in the shed/studio in the garden. He could stay, provided that he didn't dare try to compete with Gideon.

I don't know how they did that, i mean, psychologically. Daddy in the shed, frustrated, and perhaps playing with himself. Mummy dressed to the nines, super provocatively dressed because Gideon liked her to be a proper woman. Mummy was getting a lot of cock and i guessed that it would be pretty noisy. Men like Gideon didn't do it gently, secretively, they made a woman cum damned hard! I thought mummy, don't you feel uncomfortable having daddy hang around when he should have sloped off down the road?

'Whose side are you on?' Daddy asked soon after he retired to the shed.I retorted that I wasn't sure i had to be on a side. Look, this was about sex, it was about desire and feeling feminine. Women have a right to chose. Men have a responsibility to compete for women. Daddy had failed. He'd become a boring academic more concerned with publishing papers than using his prick. 'You're on her side, because you're going with Garfield' he said miserably and you know what, I said yes. I said that he was nice and all, but if he had lost (which he had), it was polite to bow out gracefully. Marriages didn't always last forever.

Anyway, a couple of weeks back, mummy and I went out to lunch. We were feeling very women about town and had gone with our beaus to a club or two since daddy was banished to the shed. Mummy wore leather now, and she honestly had the legs to carry off the tiny sage green leather skirt that she came to lunch in. 'I need to tell you something, ' she said after we have enjoyed the scallops as starter. 'I make Noel lick my cunt.' Yes, she said it just like that. She said it like it was a naughtiness from teenage years, like how she had made a young get his cock out and masturbate in front of her because she didn't fancy fucking him for real!

'What?!' i gasped, dabbing my lips with the napkin.

'Noel begged me to let him do it' she said quietly, evidently aware that people at other tables might start listening to us.

'You let him?!' I exclaimed.

'Yes, ' she said obviously a little embarrassed. 'I let him, but only after Gideon had just fucked me. Gid said that was OK, because it meant that Noel was being humble. He said that it was OK provided that I made Noel wear a cock cage and that I sat on his face.'

'Wow' I murmured.

Mummy smiled. 'I like it. i like doing it to him. it makes him seem entirely redundant, something worn out from the past' she said, after a moments thought and a sip of the Chablis.

'You watch him do it?' I asked fascinated.

'Yes, i put my foot up on that tiny bed of his in the shed, I pull up the hem of my skirt and i was him lick my cunt.' She took another measure of wine. 'Noel has to keep his hands behind his back. I won't let him touch me with his hands. That way I feel properly in control.'

I ordered another bottle of wine. We had to talk.

'Isn't daddy ashamed of himself?' I asked after the sommelier had gone.

'I think he is. i think he is very ashamed of himself. But he knows he can't compete with Gideon. When Noel speaks to Gideon it is always with his head down. He can't meet Gideon eye to eye. The men know the hierarchy.'

The main course arrived. We had to pause and I was impatient.

'But how did that make you feel, having Noel lick your sex clean?' I exclaimed (as quietly as I could!).

'Well, it made me think so many things, feel so many things...' she began.

"Gone on!'

'Well, it made me despise Noel. He is so lamentably weak....'

'You want him to fight Gideon?' I interjected.

'No, no, ' she insisted, 'I want him to accept his fate. He has lost. He should run along now and we'll sort out the divorce like grown ups. But when he licks me, I think about Gideon fucking me. The contrast is so perfect. Daddy licks so delicately and Gideon is powerful and dominant with me. The contrast makes my mind fizz.'

Fizz, that seemed a brilliant word and so true as well. When Garfield and I first started i was engaged to a boy called Toby. Garfield just took over though and on a crazy crazy picnic beside the Thames those two years ago my finacee had watched Garfield fuck me against a tree and realise that he was dead in the rutting stakes. I climaxed so damned hard and thought myself a monster back then. But i didn't now. Mummy was helping me understand something. Sometimes you need to be a bitch, a discerning, selfish, sexually greedy bitch!

Mummy was on a roll and she briskly attacked the lamb cutlets whilst confessing all.

'I make Noel beg for it. He has to kneel before me, smell my sex and beg to lick. He has to say how grateful he is that Gideon is my lover and that at long last, through the whole duration of our marriage, at last, i am getting fucked properly.'

'And he has a cage on is cock?' I asked.

'Yes'.

'All the time, to stop him wanking?'

'Yes, it makes him want to lick my sex all the more. Gideon likes it that I'm doing it to him. He says that Noel can only stay as long as he worships me that way.'

I bolt a glass of wine. Mummy says to go more slowly. It doesn't look polite!

'You've never been like this before!' I ventured, 'you've never talked sex, let alone wanted to behave like a bitch'.

I watched mummy glance around. Bitch was such a stigmatizing word, but in the bedroom, she, i, probably lots of other women wanted to behave like a bitch. It was an instinct thing. The bedroom was a rut. Well, now the shed was a rut too, one where daddy learned who was boss.

'I climax on his face, i grab his hair, pull his mouth hard against my cunt and rub my citty hard against his nose until i climax' she said daringly.

'Not thinking about him presumably' i whispered amused.

'Of course not. i'm thinking about Gideon taking me. I'm thinking of the way Gideon orders him about the house and Noel does as he's told.'

I thought that she might be blushing. There was a hint of colour in her cheeks as she spoke. I finished my sea bream and paused a moment, played with the asparagus.

'Does he think this is sex?' I asked at last.

'Who, Gideon?'

'No, daddy, does he think that this is sex?' I wished that i had been clearer the first time.

'I don't know., ' mummy said, 'he must know that I'm using him. He hears me taunt him about what a sad little man he has become.'

'He might think that it's a sort of sex' I suggested sipping the wine which seemed deliciously cold. 'Does his cock leak, in the cage?'

Mummy glanced around again. It was important to be so discreet. It wasn't seemly to share a lot of detail.

'Yes,' she said, 'it jerks about and leaks. He has no control'.

'Well, then its sex in his head. He has to see licking you out as submission, serving you. If he sees it as a compromise, as a trade off of some kind, he might hope for more in the future.' I paused. I didn't want them to have sex any more. I wanted mummy to be with Gideon, just as i was with Garfield. Daddy was disgusting.

Mummy checked her watch. Perhaps this had been too much? Perhaps the sharing had gone too far?

'Mummy, he mustn't try to get leverage on this. If you want to use him that's sexy, but he mustn't hope to secure a bargaining chip. He must know that you don't need this save to enjoy despising him.' I fixed her with a serious stare. She had to understand. I watched mummy thank the waiter who came to collect her plate. Yes, two black coffees please.

'I will tell him then, ' said mummy after a little while, 'that if he leaks like that again, when he is licking me, then he will have to suck Gideon's cock before he can come back to my sex.'

I sat back.

I nodded. God, yes, she was clear about it all. That was what licking you out really means. It has to be how she defines it. There's no hiding place, not in a cage, not in your head either.