Backseat Mommy

She pondered for at least a minute before replying. "I think... what I think is... if he'd been giving me a fair shake in the bedroom even occasionally for all these years, I wouldn't even be here today."

"True," I agreed, "but you need to be sure. Once you lick c.u.n.t there is no going back, or at least that's my very recent experience."

"F.u.c.k it," she said, a few minutes of patience and understanding being all she seemed to need before crossing the invisible line between straight and bi.

"So does that mean you want to eat my cunt?" I asked.

"Yes, let's do this!" she exclaimed with no further hesitation.

"And you also want to be my p.u.s.s.y pleasing pet, don't you?" I asked, recalling many of the Mistresses in online stories, and feeling that in this case I was the seductress, and she was about to become my submissive pet.

"Yes," she whispered, with her eyes once again fixed on my c.u.n.t. "I want to eat your c.u.n.t," she continued, watching unblinkingly as I slid a finger almost all the way inside myself. "No, that's not quite right: I need to eat your c.u.n.t."

"And to be my pet?"

I pulled my finger out of myself and placed it against her lips. "Go ahead my pet, have a taste."

She mindlessly opened her mouth and s.u.c.k.e.d my wetness off my finger.

"Good girl," I encouraged, having read that positive reinforcement was important in the training of a pet.

I pulled out my finger and asked, "Do you want to taste it directly from the source?"

"God, yes," she answered, her hesitations and insecurities fading, either because of my seductive words or my tempting c.u.n.t... or likely both.

"And to be my little c.u.n.t l.i.c.k.i.n.g s.l.u.t?" I tempted her, feeling a massive rush of adrenaline as I took the dominant role. I wasn't sure if using the word 's.l.u.t' was too much too soon, but I felt it was necessary, to draw her completely under my spell.

"Yes, I'll be your p.u.s.s.y l.i.c.k.i.n.g s.l.u.t," she said, staring at my c.u.n.t with hunger... only an invisible barrier of permission between her straight-hood and joining a new team.

"Go ahead, you s.e.xy s.l.u.t," I offered softly, "you may lick my c.u.n.t."

Permission granted, she silently, except for a long, indrawn breath, leaned forward and buried her face in my p.u.s.s.y.

I watched her for a bit, in awe of what was transpiring, enjoying the power I was exercising over her, enjoying the rush of adrenaline at being in charge.

"You're a natural, my eager pet," I encouraged, remembering the power of positive reinforcement.

"Mmmmmmm," she m.o.a.n.e.d, hearing me, but focused on my p.u.s.s.y.

"Oh yes, explore my entire c.u.n.t," I instructed her, encouraging her while instructing her, as I felt she was too focused on just the slit between my p.u.s.s.y lips.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, showing me her submissive persona.

The path of her tongue surprised me a minute later, as it slid down past my p.u.s.s.y, and all the way to my asshole.

"Oh my," I m.o.a.n.e.d, startled by the feel of her tongue on my rosebud, as well as the pleasurable feelings that were penetrating deeper, beyond its reach.

Her tongue swirled around my pucker, bathing it in wetness, making me long to feel a nice hard c.o.c.k in my a.s.s.

Her tongue began lapping as she licked her way back up to my p.u.s.s.y, and then switched from her original slow pace to much more aggressive l.i.c.k.i.n.g... like she was launching a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e attack.

I closed my eyes, leaned back onto the cold kitchen table (not an ideal location to lie), and enjoyed her eager tongue. "Oh yes, eat my c.u.n.t, s.l.u.t."

This encouraged her some more, and she began attacking my c.l.i.t while sliding a finger inside me.

"Oh yes, finger bang me," I demanded, recalling the naughty term Brynn had cried out just a few minutes ago.

The intense p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e reached a climactic end in another minute, as I reached for the back of her head and held her roughly against my c.u.n.t as I declared, "I'm coming!"

She eagerly lapped up my c.u.m as my body quaked with p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

A couple minutes later, I let go of her head and said, "I think you're a natural."

"I don't know what came over me," she said, looking up at me with a glistening face.

"L.u.s.t for c.u.n.t," I answered, smiling down at her.

"I've fantasized about doing this for so long," she admitted.

"And more," she said, squeezing my a.s.s once I was standing.

"Do you have to go soon, or would you like to test out a new toy I bought last night?" I asked.

She glanced at the clock on the microwave and said, "I have another hour at least."

"Is that a yes?" I asked.

"A definite yes," she nodded.

"Get undressed," I said. "I'll be right back."

"Here?" she asked.

"Actually no, let's go someplace more comfortable," I changed my mind, and we went up to my bedroom.

She followed me and I went to my closet.

I returned with them both, handed her the rabbit and said, "First of all, here's a little housewarming gift I bought you."

"What?" she replied in confusion.

"Today you're warming my house," I explained, making shit up as I went.

She accepted the gift. "Thank you for a most appropriate gift," she giggled, looking at the toy.

"You're most welcome," I replied, then asked, "So tell me: is getting f.u.c.k.e.d ever part of your fantasies?"

"Only when ordered to by a dominant woman," she answered coyly. "Do you know any?"

"Get undressed right now," I ordered again, as I put the harness on.

"Yes, Mistress," she said.

"Mistress, I like that," I said, actually loving it. "That reminds me, you never did tell me your favourite lesbian story."

"Aaaaaaah, Bree," I smiled. "She's one of the hottest characters in e.r.o.t.i.ca."

Now wearing a bra only, she said, "Yeah, that's my dream: to be seduced and dominated by a younger woman."

"Well, I can't help you with the younger part," I said, my c.o.c.k pointing at her, "but I can give your natural submissiveness a good workout."

"Okay," she said, looking slightly nervous.

"Ready to get f.u.c.k.e.d and f.u.c.k.e.d hard?" I asked.

She hesitated.

"That wasn't really a question," I clarified, sensing she was having second thoughts because of her husband. "Now get over here and suck my c.o.c.k, s.l.u.t."

This seemed to be the encouragement she needed as she hurried over to me, dropped to the floor and took my c.o.c.k in her mouth.

This was only the third time in my life I'd been on the other end of a c.o.c.k (remember I'd lovingly pegged my husband Alex twice a few months ago as part of our farewell s.e.x), but he hadn't taken it in his mouth and he wasn't a woman, so this experience was surreal.

Was this what I looked like with a c.o.c.k in my mouth? It was rather a strange look.

Of course, I was receiving no physical p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e from having her suck a fake c.o.c.k, but it turned me on anyway... because of the power I had over her.

"Okay, it's wet enough. Get on my bed, s.l.u.t, all fours," I ordered, knowing she would obey me if I just took control.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed, hurrying onto my bed.

"So obedient," I approved, as I joined her.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said, as she watched me move into place behind her.

"Yet you desperately want to be my pet, my s.l.u.t, and my f.u.c.k toy," I listed, as I rubbed the c.o.c.k up and down her p.u.s.s.y lips.

"Oh God, yes," she m.o.a.n.e.d. "Shove that c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t and make me your bimbo f.u.c.k s.l.u.t."

Obviously, the name calling enhanced her submissive persona. I pushed her further as I reached over and unclasped her bra, my c.o.c.k sliding all the way inside her as I did so, "Who owns this cunt?"

There was no hesitation and she m.o.a.n.e.d loudly as her bra dropped onto the bed, "You do, Mistress."

"And who will obey every order I give her?" I asked, feeling such an adrenaline rush of power.

"I will, Mistress," she agreed without thought... I imagine surrendering in the same way I had to my taboo son that first time... and the second... and the third, and...

"I may share you with my college s.l.u.t," I added, testing the waters with this one while just resting deep inside her as I c.a.r.e.s.sed her back, the idea of a lesbian threesome quite appealing.

"Whatever you wish," she agreed serenely, completely at my whim.

"And any s.l.u.t of mine wears either t.h.i.g.h high stockings, a garter belt and stockings, or crotchless pantyhose. And nothing cheap, nice silky ones," I dictated, thinking that a threesome with my son may one day be a thing too. I bet he'd love to see me in a 69 with another woman.

"Yes, Mistress," she agreed.

"Good girl," I approved, as I moved my hands to her h.i.p.s and began f.u.c.k.i.n.g her.

"Oh God, yes," she m.o.a.n.e.d, as I slowly slid in and out of her.

This was another surreal moment.

Just like the two times before with Alex, I was being the f.u.c.ker instead of the f.u.c.kee (not that that's a word, but maybe it should be).

I watched my c.o.c.k slide in and out of her... a constant disappearing/reappearing magical act of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

I listened to her m.o.a.n.

I admired her body: her back, her a.s.s, her legs.

I wondered if Cory looked at me in the same way.

After a couple minutes, maybe more, I'd gotten so lost in the act, she begged, "Please f.u.c.k me harder, Mistress."

"Does your husband f.u.c.k you hard?" I asked, wanting her to realize that I gave her the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that he either couldn't or didn't.

"Rarely," she answered, before adding, "and never long enough to get me off."

"He's got a quick trigger?"

"Very. And no extra bullets in the chamber."

"Figures; you need to tell him that's unacceptable," I said, before adding, "I have a boytoy who comes over sometimes, and he'll deposit two or three or even four loads in or on me. He also makes me come like gangbusters! Always at least once, often more."

"No way," she said, as I kept slowly f.u.c.k.i.n.g her.

"Yeah, he has a big c.o.c.k, amazing stamina, and he can reload almost instantly," I said.

"I'd love to be with a man like that," she said, just before I did three deep hard thrusts, making her scream.

"Be a good pet and I may let you meet him," I said, already imagining doing just that.

"Oh, I couldn't cheat with another guy," she said.

Five quick hard thrusts.

"Are you telling me you'd disobey your Mistress?" I asked, pulling all the way out.

"N-n-no," she stammered, "it's just that it would be cheating."

"You posted a s.e.xy ad online, came into a stranger's house all dolled up and beautiful, let her eat your c.u.n.t, you ate hers, and now you have a c.o.c.k deep in your c.u.n.t," I pointed out, as I slammed back into her. "I think we're way past moral lines."

"Oh God," she m.o.a.n.e.d, as I furiously f.u.c.k.e.d her fast and hard.

"Again, who owns your cunt?" I demanded, stopping deep inside her even though I knew she was getting close.

"You do, Mistress," she declared.

"And if I want to have a hot threesome with a big c.o.c.ked teen and you?" I asked.

"I'll suck his c.o.c.k and take it in my c.u.n.t while eating your p.u.s.s.y," she willingly committed.

"Good girl," I said, as I resumed f.u.c.k.i.n.g her.

"Oh God, yes, Mistress, I love being your s.l.u.t," she declared, as I pounded her hard.

"F.u.c.k yourself," I ordered, as I wanted to watch her, wanted to listen to her sounds, wanted to watch from my position of power as she came.

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed, bouncing back onto my c.o.c.k with urgent l.u.s.t. The same desperate d.e.s.i.r.e to come I always had every time I was close to coming on Cory's c.o.c.k.

I watched as she f.u.c.k.e.d herself... feeling like I was in the middle of a live p.o.r.n show... which was so much hotter than any p.o.r.n scene I'd ever watched online.

This was real.

This was carnal l.u.s.t.

This was mine.

"Oh f.u.c.k, shit, so good," she babbled.

"Come for me, s.l.u.t," I ordered, "come all over my big d.i.c.k."

"Oh yes, tell me what to do," she m.o.a.n.e.d as she bounced furiously on my c.o.c.k.

"Be my s.l.u.t, my c.u.n.t muncher, my plaything, my mindless bimbo slave," I listed, knowing each derogatory term would enhance the inevitable o.r.g.a.s.m building inside her.

"Oh yes, Mistress," she said, before screaming, and collapsing forward, "F.u.c.k!"

I watched as she came. Her body trembled and her legs twitched involuntarily as the power of her p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e consumed her.

I was taking it all in for a moment until I was startled by a voice.

Cory's voice.

"This is a surprise."

I turned around, saw Cory completely n.a.k.e.d stroking his c.o.c.k, suppressed a gasp and smiled, recovering quickly from getting caught, "Hi, baby, what are you doing here?"

"I left my textbook here the other day, and I needed it, so I figured I'd stop by for a quickie," he said, as Brynn dove under the sheets to cover herself up.

"I wasn't expecting you," I said, not covering up at all, of course.

"So I see," he said, walking over to the bed.

"How long has this been going on?" he asked, looking at my c.o.c.k, and then to a covered up and mortified Brynn. All she was showing were her wide eyes and the upper half of her head.

"About an hour."

"Don't stop because of me."

"S.l.u.t, get his c.o.c.k ready for my c.u.n.t," I ordered, as I began removing my strap-on.

Brynn just looked at me with trepidation, and except for her trembling, frozen in place.

I then added, thinking I may as well take advantage of this opportunity and get my fantasy double penetration, "And then put on my strap-on."

She remained in paralyzed shock until I ordered loudly, "Now!"

"Yes, Mistress," Brynn replied, still needing some stern discipline and training before she'd become immediately obedient.

"What's your name, sweetie?" Cory asked her, as she unavoidably revealed her n.a.k.e.d body to do my bidding.

"Brynn," she answered, Cory's big c.o.c.k looming before her.

"How long have you known my s.l.u.t?" he asked, I noticed not letting on that he was my son.

"Except for some emails yesterday, a little over an hour," she admitted, as she reached for his c.o.c.k and began stroking it.

"Really?" he said, looking at me from under arched eyebrows.

"What?" I asked. "If I need to get laid, I can't just wait around forever for you to call me."

"Fair enough," he said, as Brynn took his c.o.c.k in her mouth... her weak resistance gone almost as quick as it had appeared.

"Although my same-s.e.x rendezvous are very new," I admitted.

"I'm not complaining,' he laughed as Brynn began bobbing on what I assumed was a bigger c.o.c.k than her husband's.

"Want to help me fulfill a fantasy?" I asked.

"I may be late for class," he said.

"F.u.c.k class," I said.

"That would take a lot of work and time," he joked.

"Ok, then, just a.s.s f.u.c.k me as I ride my s.l.u.t's c.o.c.k," I said.

"Aaaaaah... that I have time for," he agreed.

He pulled out and I handed Brynn my harness. "Put it on."

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed, before adding, "you have a great c.o.c.k, Master."

"Master," he smiled, as did I. "I like that."

""Bigger than your husband's?" I asked.

"A lot bigger."

"You're married?" Cory asked, this news shocking him.

"I was also married the first time you f.u.c.k.e.d me, and still was the next fifty times," I pointed out.

"Touché," he laughed.

Her harness in place, I ordered, "Lie down, s.l.u.t."

"Yes, Mistress," she obeyed.

I kneeled above the c.o.c.k straddling Brynn, lowered myself down on it, and began riding as I leaned down and kissed her.

"So hot," Cory said, watching.

"You should have seen me eating her under my kitchen table," I said.

"A 69 would be hot," he said.

"Next time," I promised, thinking we could have a few next times.

"Accepted," he said, as he climbed onto the bed.

"Bang my a.s.s, baby," I purred, as he moved behind me.

"Ready for a double penetration, s.l.u.t?" he asked.

"God, yes, drill my asshole, s-s-s-exy," I demanded, almost calling him son. It seemed too early to reveal to Brynn that I was the i.n.c.e.s.tuous variety of s.l.u.t.

"I can do that," he chuckled, as he slid into my a.s.s.

"Oh yes," I m.o.a.n.e.d, as I asked Brynn, "Ever taken it in the a.s.s, s.l.u.t?"

"No," she answered, looking into my eyes.

"Maybe we need to work on that later," I suggested.

"Yes please, Mistress," she agreed, which surprised me a bit.

And for a few minutes I was double penetrated, although the c.o.c.k in my c.u.n.t was mostly just buried deep inside me.

As I got close, I ordered, "Buck your a.s.s up, s.l.u.t. F.u.c.k me."

She obeyed, and after a few awkward moments while I was flung around like a Raggedy Ann doll, they got into a rhythm and I was really f.u.c.k.e.d.

"Oh yes, f.u.c.k, shit, f.u.c.k," I babbled, as my o.r.g.a.s.m built.

"Come now, s.l.u.t," Cory ordered in a tone that told me he was very close himself.

"Oh f.u.c.k, yes, ream my shit hole," I demanded, knowing that I too was close.

A few deep double-team thrusts later, and I was coming.

After a couple more pumps, Cory pulled out of my gaped a.s.s, and I watched as he moved his c.o.c.k above Brynn's face and stroked it.

She smiled and asked, "You going to come on your new s.l.u.t's face, Master?"

His response was a grunt before he spewed a massive six-rope load, obviously his first of the day, all over her face.

"Mmmmmmmm," she m.o.a.n.e.d happily, as her face was painted with c.u.m.

"Hey, what about me?" I asked.

"You can clean her up," he said, which I did, l.i.c.k.i.n.g c.u.m off her face.

"So hot," he said, as he watched his mother eat his c.u.m off another woman's face.

"It's quite warm actually," I joked.

"Brat," he said, as he got off the bed.

I retrieved all the c.u.m from her face and then kissed her passionately.

"I hate to a.s.s f.u.c.k you and dump a load all over your friend's face and leave," he said crudely, "but I really need to get to class."

"Fine," I sighed dramatically.

"It was a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e meeting you," Brynn said as she lay there, her c.o.c.k still inside of me.

"The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e was definitely all mine," he said.

"Next time it can be hers too," I added, implying he could f.u.c.k her next time.

"Plan ahead next time, and I'll come for a marathon session," he said.

"Want to get f.u.c.k.e.d by him?" I asked.

"God, yes," she said, gazing at his c.o.c.k, now shrinking.

"We'll be in touch," I said.

"Sounds good," he said, before walking out.

Ten minutes later, Brynn was getting ready to leave.

"I really can't believe we just did that."

"Me either," I said, now back to my normal self. "Any regrets?"

"Only that I didn't get to f.u.c.k your son," she answered, shocking me.

"P-p-pardon?" I was the one stammering this time.

"There's a picture on the fireplace of you two together," she pointed behind me.

"Oh."

"And you look a lot alike," she added.

"You're not horrified?" I asked.

"No, it's kind of hot," she said, before adding, "I've never done anything like that, but my older brother is pretty hot, and after this morning, his eighteen-year-old son is suddenly looking very appealing."

"S.l.u.t," I smirked.

"Takes one to know one," she countered.

"Stop by tomorrow for breakfast?" I asked.

"Definitely," she said, before adding, "although I may stay for lunch, too."

"I'll be sure to satisfy your hunger. There might even be food."

"It was a p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e," she said, now standing in the open doorway.

"Yes, it was," I agreed, kissing her once more before she left.

I went upstairs, made the bed, and showered again.

I checked my phone and found messages from both my son and Rachel.

From Rachel: I'm so hungry for your c.u.n.t. Can I stop by for lunch?

I looked at the clock. Brynn and Cory had come and gone so early, noon was still a couple of hours away.

I responded: Sure. I'll want some lunch too.

From my son: That was wild. My dorm room at four. I want the whole story.

Rachel responded: I'll be there and I have a very fresh pie marinating for you.

To my son: I'll be there and you won't believe my last twenty-four hours. Brynn was my second lesbian encounter since I saw you last night!!!

To Rachel: I'll have a fresh seafood buffet waiting for you too!

My son responded: No f.u.c.k.i.n.g way!

I responded: Way.

God, I felt like a new woman... refreshed... alive... and I couldn't wait for whatever lay ahead.