“Yes, Master,” she nodded. I did love how a beautiful woman twice my age was so obedient and so desperate to please me even from hundreds of miles away.
“Good girl,” I again reconfirmed.
I asked, as I waited, “So, is she submissive too?”
“Completely,” she nodded.
“Does Sandra know?” I asked.
“No,” Mrs. Raske answered, “I thought that was best, especially since your mother will be in Boston in two weeks.”
“Good,” I agreed, “she is not to know.”
“Of course,” she replied, before adding, “sorry, I’m not really good with technology. My computer says it will take forty minutes to transfer from my phone.”
“It’s okay, my slut,” I smiled, knowing she was trying her best. “We will meet later tonight.”
“Yes, Master,” she agreed, clearly disappointed by the delay.
I clicked off and headed to class while continually checking my phone for the video.
In class, since it was a hands on project, I forgot about my phone and then had to ignore the temptation when I felt it buzz in my pants, notifying me that I had a message.
As soon as class was done, I pulled out my phone as I walked back to my dorm room.
Even though I’d seen the pictures and knew she had indeed submitted, watching it on video was shocking. I had my phone on mute because I was in public, but I watched as my Mom crawled to Mrs. Raske and licked her stockinged feet then moved up and buried her face in Mrs. Raske’s cunt. The camera was from a distance and at a high angle, but it was, without a doubt, Mom.
A text followed:
Master Two more clips to follow. One of before she submits, the second of her fingering herself on my bed. Unfortunately, there is no audio because it is from a security camera. Your slut
I sighed. I would have loved to have heard the conversation that led to Mom’s submission, the talk and moans as she pleased Mrs. Raske, and my own mother’s moans as she got herself off.
Of course, I hoped to hear those moans first hand in a couple of weeks.
I watched all three videos, rewarded my MILF pet online and clarified that Mom still had no clue about my relationships with any of my pets… my own plan of my Mom’s seduction formulating in my head.
Two weeks ticked by at a snail’s pace as I played a million variations of the seduction of my mother.
I heard in vivid details how my MILF slut seduced and dommed my shy Mom. Apparently, Mom had been hinting at her lesbian curiosity with her sexy neighbour for a while (even before my Christmas holiday accidental re-invention of myself) so Mrs. Raske had opened the door at the suggestion of her Mistress, my sister, Sandra.
Mom had immediately regretted her lesbian submission, feeling guilty for cheating on her husband, and had insisted it was a mistake that couldn’t happen again.
Of course, Mrs. Raske didn’t agree and had forced my Mom to serve her two more times after that first fateful submission.
Mrs. Raske helped my seduction by insisting that she and Mom go shopping for new hosiery. She made Mom throw away every pair of pantyhose and buy only thigh high stockings. She reasoned it was for two purposes: