Pushing the envelope, I asked, “So is she the only one you play with?”
“Yes,” she replied, before adding as if giving an explanation, “she is impossible to resist.”
“I imagine,” I joked, before trying to stir the pot, “What about Ellie?”
“What about her?” my mother asked, rolling onto her side.
“Well last night, when she thought I was Dad she gave me crap saying, “‘Fuck Ted, I was so close to seducing your wife and promising she was going to fuck you again one day.”
My mother smiled as she said, clearly reminiscing about her past, “She did, did she?”
“Yes, she made it sound like you two were lovers back in college,” I explained, trying to get more out of her.
My Mom gave a cautious laugh. “Curtis, Ellie and my history is very complicated.”
Taking a major risk, but a calculated one based on my assumptions, I moved my hand down to her cunt and asked, “Tell me, Mommy.”
She let out a sigh-moan and replied, “No, I can’t.”
My finger slid inside her cunt as I explained, my tone implying a no-nonsense attitude, “I wasn’t asking you to tell me, I was telling you to.”
Her face went red, and I instantly knew I was right. She was submissive. Mom weakly tried to resist the power shift, “Curtis, please don’t.”
“Don’t what, Mommy?” I asked, fingering her pussy slowly.
“Don’t make me your slut,” she whimpered.
“You don’t want to be my slut?” I enquired, my finger stopping deep inside her wet box.
Her breathing was getting heavier and she pleaded, “Curtis, I can’t. I have resisted for so long.”
Suddenly confused, I asked, very curious, “Resisted what for so long?”
“Being a slut,” she moaned, as she moved her ass back and forth trying to fuck herself with my finger.
“But you fuck Miranda,” I pointed out.
“Yes, but I am in charge in our relationship. She is my slut,” my Mom explained.
I pulled my finger out.
Mom instantly pleaded, “Curtis, please don’t stop, but it back in.”
I put my sticky finger to her lips. “Shhhhhh, Mother. I think I figured this out. You were Ellie’s slut in college, but once you met Dad you broke away from your submissive lifestyle and attempted to be a good, faithful, heterosexual wife. I even bet Dad is not dominant in the bedroom and before I showed up last night, you were weakening to Ellie’s sexual advances, weren’t you?”
“Yes,” my Mom replied, flustered and frustrated, “Are you happy? I was Ellie’s personal pleasure pet, her words, all four years of college. But once I met your dad, I quit cold turkey until a crazy weekend with Miranda in Vegas last year.”
I returned my hand to my Mom’s wanton pussy and slid two fingers rather easily inside her drenched cunt. “So do you want to be Ellie’s pleasure pet again?”
“No,” my Mom quickly answered.
“Why?” I asked, beginning to pump her pussy with my fingers.
“Because although we stayed great friends after we quit our odd relationship, she warned me back then that when I came back, which she was confident I would, she would own me completely.”
“What does such a declaration mean?” I asked.
“I never submitted to find out, but she is a very demanding lover,” my mother answered. Her slight smile implied she was reminiscing about a different time.
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