I held Mom's hand as we walked back to the RV from the restaurant. I was conflicted and confused by what just happened, and Mom was still in a submissive trance. I didn't blame her for giving away her rights to my cum to Ms. Stewart. The truth is I gave away those rights the moment I told my mother that I wanted the sexy woman we saw through the window. And if I truly had objected, I could have spoken up, but I had just sat there and let Ms. Stewart take control of Mom and get her to promise to share me. Neither of us wanted to lose what we had, but the promise of sex with Ms. Stewart, even on her own terms, seemed irresistible.
I stripped my clothes off when we got in the RV. We lay together naked on top of the sheets, still lost in our thoughts, though Mom was idly stroking me, keeping me hard. I don't know if she was doing it according to Ms. Stewart's demand, or for her own comfort. Maybe both. But neither of us were inclined to take it any further and spend any of my cum before I offered it to Ms. Stewart tonight.
I reached over and rubbed Mom's belly. The only secret we still had, that Ms. Stewart had not taken, was Mom's pregnancy. I could not imagine what she would do with the information, but I was very protective of it.
"Let's not tell her about the baby," I said.
She put her hand over mine, and it woke her from her trance a little, as she said, "Oh, I agree. I just hope she doesn't figure it out."
We did manage to heat up some lunch after that, and to distract ourselves for a few hours, she by reading, and me playing on my phone. I didn't stay hard all day, but I never went completely soft with Mom naked beside me.
I pulled up the satellite view of the park on Google Maps just to take my mind off things. I zoomed in and saw a large building on the north end of the golf course. Maybe more of a hacienda than a mansion, but I was certain that's where Ms. Stewart and her father lived. I thought about Howard again, how helpless he seemed, as his only way to be near her, to have any part of her. I did not want to end up like Howard. But I felt like I had taken the first few steps on that path.
I put away my phone and closed my eyes. I imagined us then, totally submitted to her. Me walking before her in a collar, that gold chain from her waist attached to my neck like a leash. My mother forced to serve her, to watch me fuck her. To clean my cum, my cummies, from her pussy. Me forced to fuck her hard every day, every night. And as I thought of it, my dick got rock hard and started throbbing. My mind was conflicted, but my cock was not.
My mother must have been watching me as my dick went from flaccid to flagpole. "You're thinking about fucking her, aren't you?"
I didn't answer. I just groped over and reached for her pussy. It was wet.
Once it got dark, we distracted ourselves again with a snack, and moving around the RV. Then we both took turns in the bathroom to freshen up and make ourselves ready for the evening. We showered, and she primped and powdered. She put on more makeup than usual, but not so much that it would appear that she was competing with Ms. Stewart. Mom insisted that I shave my face. Then she got on her knees and trimmed my pubes. Seeing her on her knees like that, serving me for Ms. Stewart's sake, got me hard again. She licked my shaft lovingly before standing up and giving me a hug.
She picked out some slacks and a polo shirt for me. We were both ready an hour early. After that, we just sat on the edge of the bed like nervous school kids, but she kept her hand in my crotch to keep me hard.
At a quarter 'til ten, we started the walk to the clubhouse. When we got there, the parking lot was full of cars and golf carts, and there was music spilling over from inside. Mom slipped her sandals off outside the door. I opened the door for her, and she entered, completely naked.
The party was not quite in full swing but was well underway. The men were dressed casually, like me, the women topless but with expensive jewelry, golden necklaces and rings, and either short skirts or hip hugging slacks. The music was loud but did not drown out the sounds from the theater system projecting porn on the wall. Most everyone had a drink in their hands. There was a little touching and kissing, but not quite the bacchanalia that would likely soon develop.
Everyone turned to see us as we entered. It was clear that we were the main attraction. The first new blood in God knows how long. The crowd parted and Howard found us. He offered my mother a drink and she downed it. I wondered what may have been put in it, but we were too far in for caution. Then Howard led her to the center of the room, in front of the big screen. There was an empty table there, with pillows and cushions, and straps. She looked at me once, then climbed up on it. She was strapped in, facing the screen. Her legs were apart, her pussy near the edge, and her arms were tied over her head. I could see her entering her submissive trance. She wanted this, I told myself.
I expected the crowd to fall in on her, but nobody touched her. They just stared at her, and their lust was palpable.
Howard led me around the end of the table, to my mother's pussy. He said, "She's being saved for dessert. But you can kiss her goodbye for now."
I bent down and took Mom's pussy in my mouth and sucked and kissed her already dripping lips as she was grinding into me, to the crowd's delight. I would have made her cum quickly, if I had not been pulled away by a cool and slender hand on my neck.
Ms. Stewart said, "Not so fast, Sonny. Mommy doesn't get to cum until I do. And even then..." she decided to let the idea linger.
She led me back through the crowd and across the room, down a hallway into a room that looked like it may have originally been a library. There was still a bookshelf on one wall, and some chairs. But a four-post bed took up the other half. She walked me into the center of the room and stepped back so I could get a good look at her.
She was completely naked, like my mother, save for the gold chain around her waist, still attached in a loop to her navel piercing. And she still wore the gold ring in her labia. Her hair, makeup, everything was perfect, and she knew it. But maybe that was her first mistake, because it told me how much effort she put into this. How much she wanted it. Maybe how much she wanted me.
