Chapter 5

“You will have to kiss her and fondle her. How will you feel when you start to undress her and slip your hand into her panties?” I stopped there and waited for an answer.

Several minutes passed. I waited. Then stated, “Do you fully understand how hard it will be for you both?”

I waited patiently for her reply.

“Mistress, I can do this and I am sure my mother would be a willing participant.”

“Hannah,” I said “let me talk to your mother first, my darling”

Within days, Hannah had set up an account on Trillian for her mother. As her mother was coming that weekend, it left Hannah and me two days to talk through the details of what I would and wouldn’t say. Honesty was the best policy, so I said that I would answer every question openly and honestly. And that we would both have to manage any fallout. Whatever they were.

The arrangement was simple after all. Saturday 10 am local time was 6 pm Friday in New York. That would give Hannah and her mum a couple of hours with the family before their mealtime before having a quick chat with me. Hannah was going to introduce me as her Australian friend. I would take it from there. I reminded Hannah that I still wanted her to treat me as she always did. As her Mistress. That would break the ice.

It was a strange surreal situation. For the first time in a long while, I felt unsure of what I was doing and was it the right thing. I talked it through with myself. What could go wrong and how would I fix it. I even made tentative arrangements to fly to New York if necessary.

The time came around soon enough, I had put my nervousness to one side. I was online when they both came up on the screen. The pleasantries were quickly handled, I introduced myself as Roberta, and she as Kerrie. Hannah was quiet even though they were sitting in the same room. Kerrie on her Laptop and Hannah on her home PC.

Kerrie started first by asking how an older woman like myself met a young mother of 2 like her daughter.

The moment of truth had arrived.

So I told her the full story. How we met on a website called Snobbyrotica and how Hannah was feeling, what she wanted to experience, my sexual orientation and what that means to Hannah. To say she took it well is an understatement. Like all mothers, we may not agree with our children’s life choices but we don’t disown them out of hand because of these choices. Well most of us don’t.

She told me she had always suspected that Hannah was at the very least bi-sexual, during her college years she spent a lot of time ‘studying’ with girlfriends in her bedroom behind a locked door.

“I may be silly Bobbi but I’m not dumb.” We both laughed.