Satisfied that I had cleaned her vagina completely of our mutual orgasm, she finally lifted herself off my face, moved to my side and leaned down close to me on her hands and knees. As she approached, I didn’t know if she was going to kiss me, hug me or whisper in my ear.
Over the last two days, she had whispered to me numerous times, even though there was no one home to overhear us. I thought it was odd at first, but I began to understand why she was doing it while she sat on top of my face waiting for me to finish licking her pussy clean.
You see, her whispering wasn’t an attempt to keep someone from over hearing us as much as it was an overt act of intimacy and emphasis. Whispering forced us to be physically closer together, creating that additional level of intimacy and it made me pay attention better because I was interested in what she was going to say.
When she abruptly pulled me into the living room and told me to lie down without any explanation, my immediate obedience, in itself, was my formal acceptance and acknowledgment of my submission to her. But, she knew that same abruptness might scare me, so she used her whispers to reaffirm our intimacy and give me the scolding she thought was necessary at the time.
In a weird way, it made good sense to me, and as I looked back over the last two days, I recalled other times she had whispered to me and I had to agree that is was definitely effective in getting me to do what she wanted. Maybe this was her mother’s intuition or perhaps her experience with me as a child that caused her to use this technique, but regardless of the reason, it brought about the desired results. I didn’t fault her for it, either. I adored the intimacy her whispering created, and even while she was scolding me, my cock was growing harder and my excitement level was raising. I’m sure she was quite aware of that, too.
She propped herself up on her elbows and gazed at me. I hadn’t moved an inch from where she told me to lie down on the carpet. When I turned my head to look at her, she had that soft smile on her face and was nodding her head saying: “I’m impressed, Master Bobby.”
She went on to tell me that she was sorry for being rough with me, but when the opportunity presented itself for her to unexpectedly test my desire to be submissive, she had to see if I was serious about it. “What better way than to make you stop what you were doing, take control of you and then use your cock for my pleasure?” She said.
“You did well,” she continued, “you did exactly what I asked you to do and you still haven’t moved from the spot where I put you. You did an excellent job of cleaning up your mess and you even licked my backside. I didn’t expect you to do that — I just wanted to see if you would.”
She stretched out her arm and ran two fingers across my belly, making circles in the pool of pussy juice and cum that collected there. “Wow,” she said, “I think I might have let you enjoy that way too much, sweetheart. Look at all this cum? I thought you were supposed to be pleasuring me?” She smiled at me as she moved her fingers from the pool of messy goo up to my face. “Open.” She said.
Somehow, I expected this and as I opened my mouth, she put her finger tips in and said “Now suck.” I sucked her fingers, tasting my own cum as she smiled next to me. She pulled her fingers out and put them back in the pool of cum, covering them once again with our juices. When she moved her hand back toward my face, I obediently opened my mouth so she could put them in. “Oh, aren’t you the eager one?” She said. “Just like a baby bird waiting for mommy bird at feeding time.” But instead of feeding it to me, she put her fingers in her own mouth and sucked them clean as she continued to smile at me.
Withdrawing her fingers from her mouth, she put them back into the slimy mess and wiped them through the globs of sperm, coating her two fingers. As she moved them toward me, I opened my mouth again, but this time she stopped above my open mouth, holding her digits together as a drop of cum gathered at her finger tips. The drop became bigger and bigger as gravity pulled the cum down her finger, then shook precariously before it dropped into my mouth. Lowering her fingers between my lips, I began to suck them clean.
“Honestly sweetheart, if I would have known that putting you in panties would make you mind me this well, I would have done it years ago.” I glanced at her and she was smiling at me. Her comment cracked me up and I started to laugh. As I did, she moved from her position next to me and bent her head down over the pool of cum. She gathered her hair in one hand, held it back, bent her head all the way down and then proceeded to make long sweeping passes across my belly with her tongue, collecting the rest of the remaining cum in her mouth as she looked up at me. When she was done, she moved up and pressed her lips to mine. As we kissed, our tongues mixed the cum and saliva in our mouths until the taste and sticky feel of it was gone.
Pulling back from our kiss, she remarked: “Baby, I don’t know why it is, but you have the best cum I’ve ever tasted, and that’s the truth. I almost wish I could have you stand in front of me everyday and masturbate into my mouth so I can get my daily dose of protein.”
“Hmm,” I answered, “be careful what you wish for, Mom, ’cause you know — you just might get it.” We both laughed, but deep inside, I made a mental note of her comment and promised myself I would take advantage of the opportunity when, and if it availed itself to me.
As our laughing died down, she settled on the floor next to me, propping her head up and running her hands over the silky baby-doll top I was wearing and fingering my nipples. “Can I ask you something, sweetheart?” She said.
“Of course.” I replied, turning to look at her.
“And will you promise to answer truthfully?” She asked.
“I swear to tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth.” I answered.
“Okay, then,” She replied. She took a few seconds to collect her thoughts and then she continued, saying: “How are you doing with all of this? What I mean is, since yesterday in the laundry room, we’ve been doing some pretty crazy things — some pretty nasty things, and I was just starting to get a little worried about how you were dealing with it, what was going through your mind and of course, what happens once your father and sister get home from their trip. So, are you shocked? Happy? Afraid? Confused? What did you like and what didn’t you like? We’ve kind of been on this sexual discovery voyage — not only you, but me, too. So, I kind of need to know what’s going on in your head.”
She pulled her hand away from my chest and brushed her long hair back over her shoulder and looked at me, waiting for my reply. I was a little confused why she was asking me those questions because I thought we had covered most of them already off and on the last two days, but maybe she needed to simply ‘stop’ and do a sanity check while we seemed to be enjoying the after glow of my first ‘official’ submissive experience. They were fair questions she asked, and I decided I would do my best to answer them truthfully.
“Honestly, mom,” I started, “I’ve enjoyed it very much. I keep waiting for you to tell me it’s over and we have to stop, but you haven’t done that….. yet. I know it’s coming, though. I guess I’m dreading that part.”
“Last night when I went to bed, I was a little afraid you thought I was gay or something because I was so interested in panties. I mean, I wore them all day when I didn’t have to, and I even wore them to bed…. but all fears about that went away when you came into my room this morning after they left. When you saw I still had them on, your reaction was everything I needed to make me feel confident. You seemed to be pleased with it, so I’m not worried about that anymore.”
“I am a little confused about what happens when dad and Linda get home. I’m not going to be able to forget that any of this happened, and I wouldn’t want to, either. I know you’re my mother, and I love you very much as my mother, but, now I also see you as a woman and I love you that way, too. I’m not sure I can just set those feelings aside when they walk in the door and pretend this didn’t happen. You’ve got to know that I’m going to be taking your panties every chance I get and masturbating with them. Unless you’re blind, you know I want to make love to you — and I mean vaginally. Right now, the best looking and sexiest chick in the world could lay down in front of me with her legs spread and I would still want to do it with you. That’s going to be really hard to live with knowing you’re having sex with dad all the time. I mean, he can do it with the woman he loves anytime he wants, but I’ll never have that chance.”
“Am I shocked? Well, maybe I am, mom. I’m acutely shocked at how good all this feels and how much I love it. I’m definitely happy, that’s for sure. And, yes, I was a little embarrassed about a few things, but at this point, I don’t think there’s any reason for me to be embarrassed about anything.”
I was on a roll, but there were a few more points I wanted to make as long as I had her attention. I figured now was a good time to make some things clear to her — for better, or, for worse.
“Mom, there are a couple of things YOU said that I wanted to comment on, so here goes. I’m just going to say them straight out, so you’re going to have to forgive me for not thinking them through very well. First, I guess, is the bra thing. I wanted to tell you this when we were up in your room, but I couldn’t react fast enough and I wasn’t sure how you would take it, but….. I want to try it. I know I don’t have breasts, but I don’t care, I still want to try it. I can’t explain my reason for it, but, I’m just feeling drawn to the idea of wearing both a bra and panties. Maybe it won’t be so exciting once I have one on, but I want to see what it’s like.”
“Next, you said something in passing about feminizing me. I’m not sure what that means. But if it means having some lingerie of my own and some girl clothes — you know, some silky stuff, I think I would like that. I’m pretty sure I don’t want to live outside this house as a girl, but, if there’s any chance I could dress as a girl when I wanted to inside the house, that would very much interest me.”