Finally, she said, “So, was ass fucking your mother and coming in her ass all you imagined?”
“Is being a submissive ass slut for your son all you imagined?” I countered.
“Definitely,” she nodded, as she stood up.
“Cum is leaking out of your ass,” I pointed out.
“Why don’t you come and join me in a bath?” she invited.
“I don’t mind if I do,” I said, the bathtub in her bedroom bathroom (my bedroom bathroom now too!) being a large Jacuzzi tub.
We spent the next hour in the tub relaxing and chatting about everything but sex.
Finally, I told her, “Tomorrow morning we’re going to Ms. Chan’s.”
“You still want to do that?”
“I do,” I nodded. “You promised to trust me, correct?”
She nodded doubtfully.
I ignored her doubt and said, “Good. Well you can trust me when I tell you that anything we tell Ms. Chan, and anything we do with her, is as safe as if one of your clients was telling you something compromising. She’s a one-of-a-kind friend and mentor, and when it comes to sexual fulfillment she has more wisdom than Dr. Ruth. Do you believe me?”
She nodded, the doubt mostly seeming to fade.
“That’s settled then. When I play the trust card, I won’t ever let my mother down. So let us plot together, Mommy-Slut. I want to give Ms. Chan a morning surprise, where after she dines on your cream pie, she and I will dp you.”
“Okay, I’m in. How?” Mom asked, curious.
“I ass fuck you while she fucks you with a vibe,” I suggested.
“Or…” she said, smiling.
“What?” I asked.
“We need to go sex toy shopping,” she said, getting out of the tub.
“Now?” I asked.
“It’s not even eight,” she pointed out.
“Really?” I asked. “It seems so much later.”
She laughed, “We need to work on your stamina. You need lots of practice, my boy.”
“Practice makes perfect,” I shrugged, getting out of the tub too… hard again.
She looked at my cock and teased me as she walked out to the bedroom, “Self-control, self-control.”
I grinned at just how amazing my life had become as she added, “Plus, I want you to meet someone.”
“Who?”
“That is for me to know and you to find out,” she smiled, knowing that before this wild sex extravaganza I had hated secrets.
Half an hour later we were strolling into a sex shop on the other side of town, looking respectable for the moment.
We walked in and Mom went right over to a massive wall of sex toys. She’d obviously been here before.
Proving my theory, as she looked for whatever she was looking for, a woman about my mother’s age greeted, “Joan, long time, no see.”
Mom turned around and smiled warmly, “Yeah Katie, like four hours.”
Katie was a larger Latina woman, with a pretty face and a massive chest. She asked, “And who is this?”
“My new boy toy,” Mom answered.
“Cute,” Katie said, checking me out. I wondered if she could recognize the family resemblance.
“Yeah, and he has a big, fat cock,” Mom revealed.
“Delicious,” Katie said, still checking me out. For the first time in my life I was being objectified and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. My ego enjoyed it… it’s nice to be noticed and checked out; my intellectual side though had always disliked the objectification of women and the unfair and undeserved attention jocks get because they can throw a ball, catch a ball, dribble a ball… simply play with a ball.
“Definitely delicious,” Mom nodded proudly, as she grabbed a harness. “Aha! This is what I was looking for.”
“Who will be wearing that?” Katie asked, even as she kept looking at me peculiarly, as I tried to figure out what it was. The harness looked too small to go around someone’s waist.
“Another one of my stud’s sluts,” Mom answered bluntly, showing no shame in front of this person. It made me wonder how well she knew Katie. Made me wonder if they’d been involved sexually at some time.
“Interesting,” Katie nodded, “you look too nice to have multiple sluts.”
Deciding to take control, having been silent throughout this surreal conversation, “Trust me, looks can be deceiving.”
“Oh, that I know,” Katie agreed, looking directly at my crotch.
Mom grabbed what was definitely a strap-on, before she asked, “Do you have any help here tonight?”
“Yeah, Beth is here,” Katie answered.
“Want a snack?” Mom asked, as she smiled at me.
“I am craving a big sausage,” Katie said, again looking directly at my crotch as I had indeed become just a piece of meat.