05 Sasha Seals The Deal With Mom

5. Sasha Seals the Deal with Mom

There was no going back in our relationship. Mom was truly part of our lovemaking, in a weird capacity as a silent and neutral moderator. But I needed more. And I wanted

her

to have more. All these years she had missed out, while Dad was banging secretaries and God knows whom else.

The next morning we slept late. Jordan had classes, so he took my car down to the University, leaving Mom and I alone at home, which was perfect. I guessed she would be a bit shy again, but she didn't really seem to be. I found her browsing a magazine in the den, and she smiled impishly at me as I walked in. It was so nice to see the girlish side of her coming out.

"Hey, Mom, are you doing anything?"

"Hello, Sweetie. No, just passing the time, Dear."

I sat down against her and laid my head on her breast. It was so nice to be her little girl. She stroked my hair and looked down at me, lovingly. I reached up and stroked her cheek, and she covered it with her own hand. We enjoyed each other's touch for some moments.

"Did you like what you saw, Mommy?" I suddenly asked.

There was a long pause. Mom smiled and formed words with her lips, then smiled again, and tried some other words...she wasn't quite sure how to start.

"Thank you for letting me watch, Sweetie."

"I love that you were seeing us. I love it."

She smiled again.

"Do you think I'm pretty?" I followed up.

"Oh, Darling, you are absolutely gorgeous. Everything. The way you look, the way you behave...I...I wish I had understood as much as you do when I was your age, maybe..."

"Maybe what?"

"Oh, I don't know...Maybe I could have been a better wife."

"Oh, Mom," I reached up to hold her tight. "You have been! You've been the best wife."

Then, I decided to probe a suspicion I had about her feelings.

"Jordan can't believe that Dad would go away and leave you here."

She flushed, "Oh?"

That was the signal I was looking for...

"Did you like seeing him last night?" She flushed a deeper red, and smiled, embarrassed. "Hmmm?"

She closed her eyes and nodded.

"Is he handsome?"

"Yes, Darling, he's so very handsome...you're a very lucky girl."

"I want you to be lucky too, Mommy." I replied cryptically.

She smiled again, and changed subject slightly, "I don't want to interfere with your relationship, Darling, I hope it hasn't affected anything."

"Of course not."

"I just want to be helpful to the two of you. This will all be yours one day," she said, gesturing to the house, "and I'll make sure you have everything you need."

I leaned up and kissed her on the cheek again.

"When you say that Jordan is man of the house, Mom, do you want it to stay that way?"

"I like having him here very much, Sasha. He makes a very good man of the house for us."

"What about when Dad comes back?" Now I was approaching the elephant in the room.

"Well, obviously this is your Father's house, so whatever he says will go, here." There wasn't a lot of affection in that tone.

"Do you prefer Jordan to be in charge?"

"Sasha!" Mom started. "Your father built all of this. It's all his, and we should be very thankful for his hard work to create this family. When he's back from his work in Montreal, then he'll be the head of our home, and all of us, again."

"But Jordan is the man of the house for now...?"

"Yes, Dear, I've said that before..." I could tell Mom didn't catch my drift yet, though I was quite proud that I was weaving her into a corner with my logic.

"I mean, Dad might be away for a long time," I continued.

"Well, it does seem like it's going well for him over there."

"So until then, we should defer to Jordan, as long as he's here?"

"Well, I guess you could put it that way, Darling."

Now I had her. Mom's whole frame of reference for life and marriage was starting to melt into a mess of morals, norms and feelings, as she had started entertaining thoughts and possibilities that she never would have before.

I sat up and kneeled next to Mom, holding both of her cheeks softly in my hands. She didn't resist, but looked into my eyes inquisitively.

"Mom, it's hard for you to run the house and make all of the decisions that Dad would have," I suggested.

She nodded, a slight wetness coming to her eyes.

"Wouldn't it be easier for you if Jordan just made those decisions?"

She nodded again, now there were tears on the verge of spilling out of her eye sockets.

"Yes, Dear. That would be a great help for me."

"And then all we need to do is be obedient to him...would you like that?"

"Yes I would, Sasha."

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Janice felt very immature and insecure all of a sudden. Here was her own daughter telling her how to run her household, and she realized she didn't have a clue what to do on her own. John had always made all the decisions. Even though he didn't really consult her for many of them, it had been a lot easier to have that safety net.

Why shouldn't Jordan do the same? He was a very sensible young man. It had been hard for her to acknowledge, but it was now clear for her that this was what she really wanted. In addition to being allowed to be part of their physical relationship, by watching them make love.

She decided to yield to Sasha, and let her take the lead. She clearly had a plan. It would be so much easier this way. John hadn't asked a thing about them, at any rate, so he could hardly blame her. But, was there something else underlying their little talk this morning.

Janice's forehead started to sweat slightly, and she was clutching Sasha's wrists with both hands which locked them both in position, staring at each other. She couldn't even remember what the last bit of the conversation had been about, now.

She started afresh: "Darling, I want to help you, and give you and Jordan everything you need. You can make the decisions together with him, and I'll provide you the money and cook and clean for you, and whatever else you need me to do."

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At this, I felt an enormous rush of love for Mom. She seemed to be getting nervous, but here she was, giving up her—and Dad's—authority to the house, with the actual owner no more than a phone call away. She must have known he wouldn't allow something like this, but now that Jordan and my sexual relationship was open to her, she had to trust us implicitly, as we were all holding a dirty secret together. Her reputation would be instantly ruined, if any of our behavior got out to the work or Church community.

I stared at Mom for a long time, our eyes fixed on each other. She was uncomfortable being locked in by my hands, and was waiting for me to release her. I was so full of love for her, and her noble self-sacrifice for us and the family. She had never thought about herself.

"I love you, Mom," I announced, finally.

"I love you too, Sweetie," was her automatic reply.

Still holding Mom's face, I leaned forward the twelve inches separating our faces, and placed a tender kiss on her lips. She pursed them, and smiled at me. I went in for a second time, this time raising my lower lip so the wetness on the inside would rub onto her lips. She stiffened, and then smiled.

"Sasha!? What are you...?" she frowned at me.

I shushed her with my finger.

"It's OK, Mom." I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

"What do you mean it's OK?"

"I want you to experience my love, Mom, and that of the man of the house." She blushed, and was sweating properly now on her brow.

"Darling...what?" I think she knew what, but her brain couldn't process it in time before the words came out.

I rubbed my nose into hers. She wasn't resisting, more frozen in place at the gesture.

"Sasha, we can't..."

I moved in closer to strengthen my grip, my face only a few inches from hers.

"Mommy, no one else needs to tell us what to do. You've been so good and faithful to everyone else in your life, and now it's time for some of them to be that way to you."

I continued talking, I had to convince her. "I'm going to look after you, Mommy. Jordan and I will care for you."

"Thank you, Darling." She seemed so relieved that we were willing to take burdens off her shoulders.

"And you and I can tend to all of Jordan's needs." She closed her eyes and nodded quickly.

I leaned in a third time and kissed her. This time she didn't flinch, but gave me a weak smile back.

"Kiss me, Mommy."

I leaned in the fourth time. She was still unable to bring herself to respond, which ultimately worked to my advantage. I was holding her head firmly, and her hands were still tightly around my wrists, her knuckles almost white as she hung on for dear life.

Her lips were softer now, but she was breathing rapidly through her nose, sweat now beading on her upper lip as well as her forehead. I moved up, and kissed her skin. It was salty. I ran my lips over her upper lip and sucked the sweat into my mouth. Very salty. I licked Mom's nose.

"Oooaah, Sasha," she moaned. She had tears in her eyes now: She was caught on the precipice between everything she had known was normal and right, and a deep chasm leading to lust and desire, and enormous pleasure.

She wanted it, but she just couldn't bring herself to embrace this forbidden love. I continued to lick her sweaty face, again, and again, with long, slow tongue strokes, replacing the salty liquid with my saliva. Another kiss on the lips. No resistance at all. Were they parting slightly?

I licked her lips from left to right, right to left. She quivered as my saliva pooled at the crevices of her mouth, some filing through and meeting her gums, where she felt its wetness. Her eyes were closed again. She couldn't break this final barrier.

"Open your eyes, Mommy." She did so, just in time to see me come in to rub noses and to continue licking along her lips.

I took my thumb and brought it to her lips, and starting prying them open.

"Let me in, Mommy," I whispered.

With fear in her eyes, she reluctantly parted her lips and my thumb entered her mouth. I watched her closely as I gently inserted and retracted it, over and over.

Shamefaced, and broken in spirit, she finally yielded. Tears rolled down the side of her face, as she wrapped her tongue around my thumb and began sucking on it obediently. I licked her tears as they appeared. Finally I had helped her break free from her understanding of right and wrong, so that she could receive pleasure from me.

I released my hands from her mouth and her cheek, and let them fall down to her breasts. My thumbs were positioned over her nipples. Her face was so flushed. I nodded slowly at Mom as my hands moved, and she, biting her lower lip, nodded too, showing her submission by bringing her hands around to cover mine.

I leant in once more, and this time her lips were open enough for mine to grab hold of momentarily, coming apart with the characteristic soft 'smack' of two lovers. Next time hers puckered out slightly and held mine in a long nibble. She smiled, blushing.

"What about Jordan?" Mom asked, feebly.

"This is what Jordan wants me to do," I lied.

It was too late now, anyway. My entire body was full of a raging desire to be satisfied, and to see Mom sated.

"Are you ready for my tongue, Mommy?" She exhaled, exhausted. And nodded.

Our first true kiss of love was electric. Our tongues slid deeply over one another, wetting, exploring, as I completed my climb onto her and our crotches rubbed together. I unbuttoned her blouse, and removed my t-shirt, then unclipped the back of her bra. The firm underwire device was solid, containing her breasts like fortifications. She held out her arms obediently as I started to remove the straps from her shoulders.

"Unclip my bra," I ordered. She reached around, smiling awkwardly up at me, and gazed at my fresh and ripe body as my lace bra fell away.

"You're beautiful, Sweetie," she commented.

I massaged her nipples with my thumbs and her whole body heaved forward, a deep and guttural moan escaping her lips.

"Mmmm...you like that, Mommy?" I asked.

She nodded tenderly. She seemed worn out from the experience of being broken like this, her eyelids partially drooping, her mouth half open, as the pleasure she had been denied for so long by her husband began to be rendered to her. I moved her own hands off mine, and placed them on my fruity breasts.

She smiled gratefully.

"Oh, Darling. Oh, Sasha," as the soft flesh of my melons brought comfort to her fingers.

I continued to grope as much as I could hold of her exposed breast flesh. Her nipples were now stiff and erect.

"Your boobs are so big, Mommy!"

"Thank you."

We kissed again, our tongues washing over each other, enjoying the coolness and sharing of our mouth fluids. We were grinding firmly now, and she was holding me tightly as she tried to create friction to rub her clit against mine through her skirt.

I stroked her on the cheek again.

"Mommy, are you going to be obedient to the man of the house?"

She nodded at me, like a serious school girl.

"You're going to do whatever he tells you to do?"

Nodding again.

"And come whenever he calls you?"

Still nodding, and smiling.

"Good girl."

It was decades since Mom had been called that, but she took it submissively, smiling at me with loving eyes.

"Open your mouth," I directed, which she did.

I then gathered a mouthful of saliva, and, raising myself well above her face, dribbled it out of my mouth into hers. Her waiting tongue received it all, and she swallowed, looking up to me for approval.

She came back for more, and we were holding onto each other's boobs for dear life as we kissed aggressively, licking the roofs of our mouths, teeth, gums, exploring every area and lathering each other with love. When we detached a minute or two later, she was giddy.

"Oooaah, Sasha."

I seized one of Mom's enormous breasts in my hands, marveling at its size. It must have weighed two kilograms by itself. I shaped it into a perfect cylinder, still massaging her erect nipple with my thumb. Then, I slid myself down, and began moving my open mouth towards the source of all my infant nourishment. I raised my eyebrows questioningly at Mom as I approached, and she smiled, and nodded. 'Yes,' I could suck on her teats.

A deep, guttural groan came from Mom's throat as I began to suck, sucking her teats with the instinctive motions I had learned as a baby.

"Oh yes, Sasha, yes! Yes, my little baby girl! Thank you!"

Mom was in real ecstasy now.

"Tell me I'm a good girl, Mommy," I requested.

"Good girl, Sasha, my Love. Good girl."

She was now stroking the back of my head and purring.

With one hand and my mouth attempting to milk her dry but enormous udders, I moved my other to her crotch. A gasp came to her mouth, and a shudder to her body as I began to rhythmically move my hand up and down against her pussy.

Mom looked at me with shock and ecstasy, completely held in a trance of long-forgotten lust, anxiety, and hope. Her eyes were wide as she worked against my hand to achieve maximum friction. She grabbed my wrist so my arm couldn't escape, and changed the location slightly so it touched her clitoris.

"Aaaarh, aaaarh. Oh, Sashaaa! Oh, Sashaaa!"

With one rapid motion I lifted my hand and inserted it into her panties and grabbed her pussy mound. It put her over the top in an instant.

"Ooooaaaarrrrhhhh!!" She groaned.

Her body bucked violently as her first orgasm in years arrived with power. She groaned and shuddered with each breath, exhaling the same roar each time. She stared at me with a crazed look in her eyes all the while. It endured for over thirty seconds, and I was amazed at its ferocity, and its endurance.

It took Mom at least another thirty seconds to catch her breath, at which point I withdrew my soaking hand from her vagina.

"Oh...Oh Darling! Thank you!" she exhaled.

We were both breathing hard. I returned my tongue to her mouth, and we kissed until she had to come up for air.

"Open your mouth again, Mommy."

She did so straight away, and I took my fingers that were coated in her pussy juice and brought them for her to smell. She recoiled, initially, but they soon caused a tingle in her nether region again, and she gladly opened her mouth to taste her own fluids. She sucked my fingers dry, one at a time.

"Let me clean your mouth out," I said.

I again gathered together another mouthful of saliva from our shared journey. She opened, and I spat it into her waiting mouth. She smiled at me, and swallowed. We stayed in our position, nuzzling noses and kissing gently for some time.

"Honey, do you want me to...?" she asked suggestively, seeing that I had not attempted to climax.

"Thank you Mommy," I smiled, "the man of the house will do that for me... and all of us..."

Mom smiled, but didn't really understand why.

"I guess you'd better get his dinner ready, now," I continued, and grabbed my bra and Mom's blouse. We dressed ourselves, after fetching some cloths to clean the sofa of the evidence of our escapades, then made for the kitchen.