“She is very manipulative,” Mom warned, her tone clearly not convinced I could stand-up to Olivia.
“So am I,” I countered.
Mom laughed, “That is true.”
“That said,” I continued, as she backed away and I looked her in the eye, “I can’t prevent whatever she has in store for you today.”
“I know,” she answered.
“You are looking forward to it, aren’t you?” I asked, seeing a eagerness behind the façade of motherhood.
Looking away from me, she answered clearly ashamed, “Yes.”
“Why?” I asked, unable to understand even though after my brief encounter with Olivia this morning and Becka’s submission, it had a strange perverse logic.
“I wish I could explain it,” she began, adding, “It’s like an addiction.”
“How so?” I pushed, truly wanting to understand.
“I know it is bad for me, I know I should just quit cold turkey, but that only makes me want to submit more,” Mom admitted.
“Well, after tomorrow I will help you break free from her clutches while submitting to a new Mistress…me,” I promised.
“Ok,” she smiled tentatively.
“Now go get dressed up in the cheerleading outfit, I am curious to see what you look like dressed as a slutty teenager,” I quipped.
“Just like you, I imagine,” my Mom quipped right back, her usual wit suddenly back.
I slapped her ass and once she was gone I went to grab the video camera I planned to hide in my room, assuming the bitch would humiliate my mother on my bed again. I set it up and hid it pretty well in the corner, taking the remote with me.
I went into mom’s room just in time to see her finish putting on the dark beige pantyhose that really brought out her legs. She turned to me and asked, clearly insecure, “How do I look?”
“Good enough to make me want to devour you whole,” I countered, my pussy getting a bit damp looking at my mother in such an outfit.
“Thank you, honey,” she replied, appreciating the very inappropriate but very honest answer from her daughter.
“I like to keep my mommy slut happy,” I quipped, moving in and kissing her hard. Breaking the kiss, I reminded her, “Just remember who your real Mistress is.”
“Yes, dear,” she answered, her tone already shifting to one of insecurity that Olivia clearly brought out in her.
“I am serious, Mother, you are my slut,” I said, annoyed by her doubt.
“Ok, ok, I’m sorry,” she said, trying hard to believe my words.
I was about to say more when I heard the front door open, earlier than expected.
“Have fun,” I quipped, strangely looking forward to watching Olivia in action now aware of her full power. I also wanted to try and see if I could find any weaknesses.
“Slut, you better be dressed,” Olivia yelled out.
“Of course, Mistress,” Mom called back down, giving me a helpless look as she was already moving towards the door.
I waited a few minutes upstairs in my mother’s room, assuming that Olivia would want to take my mother to my room, but was surprised when they didn’t make their way upstairs. I could hear talking, both Olivia and Katrina were downstairs, but I couldn’t clearly here the conversation.
Frustrated, I snuck out the door to hear more and I heard that Mom was doing the talking, telling the whole story of our night of intimacy together.