On a steamy hot August afternoon, after a long hard fuck, Mom told me Patricia had invited us to visit over the Labor Day holiday.
"You've been keeping up with Patricia?"
"Girl talk. I've kept her updated on you and I." Mom noticed my look of surprise.
She continued. "That day in the hot tub, she told me about her rather, diverse, sex life. Shit, I was already turned on and that didn't help. I told her how horny I was; how much I wanted some good hard fucking. She came pretty close to suggesting you: she said you had a big dick, a hard body, could go for hours, and, although inexperienced, was better at pleasing the ladies than most."
"She sort of suggested the same thing to me about you," I said.
* * * *
Mom and I told Dad about the trip a few days later. Dad had not been with his girlfriend since his enslavement. He had told her Mom was suspicious and they had to lay off for awhile. I gave Dad permission to see her while we were in Boston.
"Thank you Master." Dad looked like he wanted to say more. Mom asked, "What's on your mind slave?"
"I want to thank you. For so many years I was frightened, always afraid I'd fail, that the world was a difficult place where I couldn't compete. You have provided me a defined place and a strict set of rules. All I need do is obey. The world feels safer. For the first time in my life I feel like I'm good at something."
* * * *
Patricia told us someone would pick us up at Logan Airport. In the concourse we spotted an attractive woman in her early 40's holding a sign with our names on it. Her dark blonde hair was pulled behind her head in a bun. She had green eyes, a narrow nose, and a full mouth on a triangular face. She wore tasteful black glasses and understated gold jewelry. Her outfit was expensive and conservative, but sexy; the blue pin stripe suit and four inch heels could not hide a tight figure and some killer legs. When we approached she leaned over and kissed Mom.
"It is so good to finally meet you." She shook my hand. "And this is the young man I've heard so much about. My name is Lauren Williams. Please come with me; someone else will get your bags."
We followed her to the priority parking. She opened the back door of a Mercedes E-Class Sedan and Mom and I got in. She drove us to a part of town with large older homes on spacious tree covered lots. After traversing a long driveway we saw our destination, a two-story brick home. Patricia, looking better than I remembered, was waiting with a woman I did not know.
Lauren opened the door for Mom and I and was instructed to take our drink orders and attend to our bags. The mystery woman then approached Mom and kissed her, quite firmly, on the lips.
"It's good to finally meet you, Sarah," Mom said.
So this was Sarah, the lady who had initiated Patricia to the world of sex. She was about ten pounds overweight, but athletic and muscular. She would look at home in a softball game or on a rugby field. Her face was round. She wore no make-up.
The ladies escorted us through the house -- it was beautiful, neatly kept, and decorated fulsomely -- to the back porch. Lauren appeared with our drinks.
After introductions and some small talk Sarah turned to me. "There are a few things you don't know. That day in the hot tub, while you were shopping, Patricia and your mother had a frank discussion about sex. Two hot horny girls in a hot tub, you can imagine what happened. They started kissing, exploring each other's bodies, and eventually brought each other off. Your Mom stayed in touch with Patricia and their subject matter was, shall we say, personal and carnal. You didn't tell Patricia about you and your Mom, but your Mom did. Your Mom also kept quizzing Patricia about her interest in woman. Patricia and I discussed it, agreed we both wanted to give your Mom all the lady-loving she could handle, and invited the two of you up."
I was quiet; she had more to say.
"Don't be threatened. We are not trying to take your Mom from you. Considering what I have heard about you in the bedroom, that might be impossible, although," she paused, "I always bet on me. I expect you will enjoy her even more when you return home and while you're here, you'll have all the pussy you can handle.
I looked at Mom. I saw no discomfort or hesitation. I had wanted to ramp up Mom's sexuality; I had apparently succeeded beyond my own expectations. The advantages to me of Mom happily welcoming women into our sex life were obvious. I smiled, letting her know I approved.
Sarah, who understood my gesture, moved the conversation forward. "You're probably wondering how a poor graduate student like me affords digs like these."
I nodded.
Sarah looked at Lauren. "Why don't you explain."
"Yes ma'am."
"I am the chairperson of the mathematics department. Sarah is one of my grad students. I have been successful in my field, including having won the Fulkerson Prize, but mathematics is a young person's game and in the last few years my research has bogged down. As often happens I was rewarded by being kicked upstairs and named department chair.
"My problem was that I knew nothing about administration. I was complaining about the job one day when Sarah overheard me. She offered to help and quickly took over the department. While I'm its titular head, Sarah runs everything and it runs better than it has in memory. Sarah did more; she started scheduling my work, and then my life. She also provided emotional and personal support I got no where else.
"Soon pleasing her became my paramount goal. I dressed in ways I thought she'd like. When she suggested I change my hair style, I did. When she bought me perfume for Christmas I discarded the one I had worn for years. I started to make real progress in my research and although I enjoyed the praise of my colleagues, I craved Sarah's approval.
"At the beginning of the summer Sarah signed us up for a conference on academic administration in San Francisco. The university would only approve one attendee, but Sarah managed to work the air fares so two could fly for the price of one. We would share a room."
Sarah cleared her throat. Lauren had left something out.
"You don't need to be a genius to see Sarah prefers woman. I did not and still don't consider myself a lesbian, but I knew that if she wanted to make love to me I'd never say no.
"At the reception the first night I had a couple of glasses of wine, we went back to the room, and I became her lover. We spent the next two nights at lesbian clubs in the city. She dressed in a man's suit; I in the most lady-like garments we could find in the local thrift shops. She made a point of demonstrating her dominance of me. The first night she walked me to a central performance platform and took me from behind with a strap on-dildo. The second night, after I ate her in front of a crowd, she instructed me to eat any other women in the club who asked. I lost track of the number of pussies I buried my face in. We were invited to a lesbian orgy on our final night in the city. I was passed from woman to woman. I had dildos down my throat, in my anus, and deep inside my pussy. I came over and over. When I was at the point of exhaustion I begged Sarah to let me stop, but she just offered my pussy to the next woman who came along.
"I slept most of the way home. On the way back from the airport Sarah offered me a choice. I could remain her lover, but only as a servant. She knew I'd agree, and I did.
"That left my husband. He was vice-chancellor of the university and a wealthy man. The university has a strict policy forbidding sex between employees and undergraduates. Patricia had just returned from her visit with you. On Sarah's instructions I described my husband's personal and sexual preferences to her. Three days later I came home to find them in bed. He was able to keep his job by swearing to the university president it would never happen again, but Sarah and Patricia had his number. Within a week I caught the two of them in bed again.
"My husband was allowed to quietly resign and take a job on the West Coast. We reached a generous property settlement which included this lovely home.
"It, and I, belong to Sarah."
Sarah took over the conversation. "Randy, your mother, Patricia, and I would like to go upstairs, leaving Lauren to entertain you. She can be quite entertaining."
I nodded my assent and the ladies left the room. Lauren unbuttoned her suit jacket and shirt and then unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground. She was wearing a red corset and stockings. Her tits were good sized and nicely shaped, although not immense, and her body toned. Her hair and make-up were meticulous. She looked at my crotch and growing erection.
"Do you want my hair up or down."
"Down." She removed the clip from her hair and shook her head. Her hair eventually settled on her neck.
"Glasses off or on?"
"On."
She walked towards me. "You may use me however you want. But may I suggest we start with a blow job. I'm told I'm pretty good."
