“Well, hearing you treat Brittany like a complete whore made me realize something,” I said, letting my words linger as I didn’t finish the sentence.
“What did it make you realize, Mom?” he asked, glancing down at my feet.
“No, I’ve said more than I meant to,” I said, starting to walk away.
“Mom, you can’t say something like that and then leave,” he protested, standing up too. “You can say whatever you want to me. I am the man of the house.”
The way he said ‘I am the man of the house’ made my pussy tingle. He sounded exactly like his father.
“It’s just,” I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a hint at my submissive side.
“Just tell me,” he ordered.
“You sounded just like your father,” I finally revealed.
“When?” he asked, confused.
“When you were dominating Brittany,” I answered, looking down as if trying to avoid eye contact.
“Oh,” he said.
I continued, “Your father was very demanding in the bedroom. I even still obey him now.”
“What?” he asked, as he was clearly processing the strange revelations.
I didn’t plan to let him know this yet, but I figured what the heck. “I still wear nylons for him every day.”
“Oh,” he asked, looking down at my stocking legs and feet.
“Your father insisted I wear nylons every day for him and I…” I paused again.
“And what?” he asked, drawn into my seduction, completely unaware I was seducing him in an attempt to make him take control of me.
“It’s just, I don’t want you to think less of me, Cody,” I said, looking nervous and embarrassed. My years of acting in drama productions were finally paying off.
“What Mom, nothing you say can make me think less of you,” he said, all compassionate.
“Well, its, just, um, your father was my Master,” I blurted out.
“Oh,” he said, the new revelation marinating in his head.
“And although neither you or anyone else saw it in our day to day lives, except that I always wore thigh highs or a garter and stockings or even crotchless pantyhose underneath my conservative teacher attire,” I continued, wanting to lay it all out on the proverbial table, “in the bedroom he was the Master and I the obedient submissive.”
“I can’t believe it,” he finally said.
Wanting to pile shock onto shock, I added, “So hearing you be dominant to Brittany, calling her names and pounding her asshole, or what did you call it? Shit hole? Well, that brought back memories of your father using me as his three hole, his three hole, um…”
“You’ve said this much, Mom,” he said, hanging on my every word.
“His three hole cum bucket,” I quickly said, before sitting back down and dramatically putting my head in my hands… attempting to win an Oscar for best performance in an incest seduction.
“What’s wrong, Mom?” he asked, sitting down beside me and putting his hand on my leg.
“You must think I’m some kind of fucked-up slut,” I answered, tears forming.
“Oh, Mom,” he said, his hand moving slowly up my leg. “I could never think that.”
“You couldn’t?” I asked. “Am I too repulsive to see as someone fuck worthy?”
He got defensive, “No, no, Mom that is not it at all. You’re a very beautiful woman. If you weren’t my mother….”
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