Chapter 6

I woke up the next morning and my head was pounding. I had only been that drunk once before in my life, and it was that drunk that got me into my current situation. I pulled a pillow over my head and tried to go back to sleep, but the memories of yesterday kept running through my mind, keeping me awake.

First, I found out that my home was being invaded with more webcams, so I’d likely have no privacy going forward. Then my mom and I went shopping and spent almost a thousand bucks on a new wardrobe that was going to make me look like a slut. Oh my God. Then my mom shaved my pussy. That had to be the most surreal thing that had ever happened to me. Well, maybe slow dancing in a bar on Broadway while my mom felt up my ass was at least a close second.

“Ugh,” I said as I threw the pillow off to the side. I stared at the ceiling for a few moments before I sat up and put my feet on the floor. I realized the only thing I was wearing was a tiny pair of black thong panties. I reached down to adjust the tiny gusset, which barely covered my mound at all. This reminded me that my pussy was now shaved, and it would be inspected by my mom this Wednesday to see if it needed to happen more than once a week. My life was so fucking strange now. Jesus.

I went to my drawer to get a pajamas top, only then remembering that we had thrown out all my clothes the day before as well. I was also under a new rule not to wear a top in the house. So why the fuck did I buy new pajama tops yesterday? I stared at the webcam for a few moments, but it didn’t move and the voice didn’t say anything. I stood up and walked out of the room, heading towards the bathroom.

I really had to pee, but I stopped in amazement when I reached the bathroom door. There was no shower curtain! What the fuck? I looked around and saw that there was a webcam mounted on the wall near the ceiling to my left, currently pointing directly at me. It was positioned to be able to scan any part of the room, though.

I backed out of the doorway and yelled out, “MOM!” It took her a few minutes, but she came out of her room and walked towards me. Her hair was all in a mess and she made shushing noises and motions with her hand.

“Baby girl, please,” she moaned. “I’m so fucking hungover. What is it?”

“There’s a camera in the bathroom. Why the fuck is there a camera in the bathroom?” I said in a near panic.

Mom sighed, then said, “There’s a camera there because the voice wants a camera there. There’s a camera in every room of the house now except my bedroom and they’re probably going to add more. I told you about it yesterday.”

“Oh my God, this is a nightmare,” I said. I stalked back into the bathroom and pulled my thongs down to my ankles so I could sit on the toilet. I crossed my arms over my knees and leaned forward, trying not to think about someone watching me try to pee.

“Sit up please,” said the voice from the webcam. I just lifted up one arm enough to flip it off.

“Your attitude is not appreciated, Gloria,” said the voice. “You have now lost panties privileges. You will remain completely naked at all times inside the condo.”

“Fuck!” I yelled out, but I sat up and kicked the thongs off to the side. I saw my mom come lean against the doorway, giving me a sad look. I was finally able to pee and I used a square of toilet paper to dab myself clean when I finished.

“Come on, baby girl,” said my mom as she stepped over and pulled me to my feet. “It’s Sunday morning and we don’t have to be anywhere. Come snuggle with me.” She led me by my hand to her bedroom, which had a king-size bed. I was relieved to not see a webcam anywhere.

Mom pushed me into the bed and I slid under the covers as she stepped away. She came back with a big glass of water which she set on the bedside table next to me. Then she handed me two aspirins and told me to drink the whole glass. I drank it down as I swallowed the pills. I still felt like shit, but at least I didn’t feel as parched.

Mom slid under the covers and spooned up behind me. I could feel her breasts between my shoulder blades and she slid her left arm under my neck while she wrapped the other around my chest, pulling me in tighter against her. She leaned in and kissed me on the side of my neck.

“I had so much fun last night, baby girl. I hope we can do that again, soon,” she whispered in my ear.

I didn’t say anything. I grabbed her hand with both mine and pulled it in tight to my chest. I was a complete mess of conflicting emotions. On the one hand I was very happy to have pleased my mom, who I loved more than anything in the world. On the other, I was feeling very strange about some of the things Mom and I did last night, especially when she groped my pussy on a street corner at 1am.

As I lay there pondering that, Mom shifted behind me and I felt her hard nipple press into my back. Oh my God! I was pretty sure she was naked. She must have thrown off her nightie before she climbed into bed. Was my mom trying to fuck me? She sure was acting weird since I started getting blackmailed.

“Mom? Can I ask you a question?”

“Always, baby girl,” she replied. She used the hand I was grasping to roll me over on my back as she sat up a little, using her left arm to prop herself up. She smiled down at me then brushed some hair away from my face.

“You’ve been acting weird the last few days. Are ... are you trying to fuck me?” I asked with a voice that got quieter as I went along.

Mom smiled even brighter and she laughed. “Oh, baby girl. I’m just having some fun with you. I’m so happy that you’re coming out of your shell. You are beautiful and sexy and this is the best time of your life to experience everything.”

I blew out some air in relief. Mom took that opportunity to stroke the side of my face as she leaned in and started kissing me. I was seriously surprised and almost pushed her away, but I remembered how it made me feel last night. She was wearing her strawberry gloss, and her lips were so soft, warm, and moist. I was just starting to relax back on my pillow and really enjoy it when she pinched my nipple between her fingers.

“Mom! Fuck!” as I pushed her away and grabbed her hand to remove it from my breast. I watched as she sat up more and looked down on me, still smiling.

“I’m not going to try to fuck you, Gloria, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get to touch you. I like to be in control of my female lovers. I like to dominate them and make them worship me before I give them pleasure. So, I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you, baby girl. You’re going to be tied up and gagged on the floor in front of me, begging me with your eyes to fuck you like the little submissive slut you are.”

“I’m not a slut. No matter how you dress me up like one. I’ve never even had sex,” I said.

Mom laughed again. “Well, baby girl, you dress like a slut, and I can’t help but notice that your pussy is shaved just like a slut would shave it. You can deny it all you want, but I bet that pussy is wet right now.” She reached down and cupped my mound again, just like she’d done on the corner last night. This time there was no thong in the way.

“Mom! Please!” I moaned as she squeezed my thighs together in a futile attempt to block her. I could have twisted out of the way or blocked her with my hands, but I only grabbed a handful of sheets as my body went rigid. What the fuck was wrong with me? I felt her run her middle finger along my slit, sliding it just inside. We both could tell how wet I was.

“I’m just teasing your little pussy, baby girl. I own it now, but I’m not going to force you to do anything. The voice is already working on making you more submissive, so all I need to do is wait and watch. The best part is I’m getting paid to watch it all happen. I wonder if we could make enough so I could quit my job? Fuck I hate it at that warehouse.”

I reached down and put my hand on top of my mom’s hand, squeezing the back of it. I didn’t make her move it off my pussy, but she stopped stroking her finger through my slit. She gave my mound another soft squeeze as she leaned in and kissed me again. This time I felt her tongue enter my mouth, where it started exploring the insides of my lips. I only had a little experience kissing from high school, so I didn’t really know what to do. After a few moments, I began to just copy what she was doing, and soon our tongues were dancing together in a sensual ballet.

The morning breath was a distant thought as the taste of her filled my mouth. It was intoxicating, and I found myself leaning into the kiss, wanting more. Her hand on my mound was warm and firm, her fingers splayed across my pubic bone. She stroked her finger up my slit once more, the pad of her finger brushing against my clit. I gasped into the kiss, the sensation both unexpected and thrilling. She took advantage of my parted lips, her tongue delving deeper into my mouth.

The kiss deepened, became more passionate. Our tongues twirled together; a sensual dance that left me breathless. Her hand remained on my mound, a constant reminder of the intimacy of the moment. I could feel the heat between my legs, a pulsing need that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

As the kiss ended, I opened my eyes to find my mom watching me, her gaze soft and affectionate. “You’re a quick learner, baby girl,” she murmured, a smile playing on her lips. I blushed at her words, a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

Her hand moved from my mound to her own mouth, the finger that had just been in my slit glistening. She looked at me, a sultry smile on her lips, before she licked it clean, her eyes never leaving mine. The sight was both shocking and thrilling, a forbidden act that left me breathless.

Then Mom gently rolled me onto my side, her body spooning up against mine once again. The warmth of her body against my back was comforting, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions I was experiencing. She whispered filthy things into my ear, her voice low and sultry. “You’re such a dirty little slut, Gloria,” she murmured, her breath hot against my skin. “You love this, don’t you? Being used, having your nasty little cunt stroked. You’re nothing but a toy to be played with. Deny it all you want, but we both know how wet you were just now.”

Her words were a new shock, a brutal reminder of my new circumstances. I could feel my cheeks flush as I listened to her, my body responding to her words in ways I had never experienced before. It was degrading, humiliating, but there was a part of me that responded to it, a part of me that liked it. And that scared me more than anything.

Her hand moved to my breast, her fingers gently teasing my nipple. She circled it, squeezed it lightly as she rolled it between her fingers. Each touch sent a jolt of pleasure through my body, but I could feel myself starting to relax, the tension of the morning and the hangover slowly ebbing away.

As her fingers continued their gentle exploration, I felt my eyes grow heavy. The combination of her touch and her warmth was lulling me into a deep sleep. With a final squeeze of my breast, Mom whispered, “Sleep well, baby girl.” And with that, I drifted off into a deep and dreamless sleep.

I awoke several hours later and saw a fresh glass of water sitting on the table next to my head. I sat up and drank it down, greedy for the liquid to ease how parched and dry my throat felt. Still naked, I padded down the hall and used the restroom, sitting straight up so the camera could see more of my body. I knew now my mom was right, I was just a toy to be played with and watched. I also hated hearing that voice from the speakers, so I didn’t want to give it a reason to say anything to me.

Mom was in the kitchen again when I walked in. She was wearing her pink fuzzy pajamas and all I could feel right at that moment was jealousy. They looked so comfortable. She stood up from the table where she had been looking at her phone and came over and gave me a hug. It was nice, but she ended it by squeezing one of my ass cheeks, reminding me of my current state.

“Sit down, baby girl. I’m going to make us some pancakes. Do you feel better? We really slept in late, didn’t we?”

I sat in my chair and she brought me over a big glass of orange juice. I slurped down almost half since I was still craving more liquids. My head was mostly clear now, but I was definitely hungry. Mom spent about ten minutes over at the stove before she set down a plate in front of me with three pancakes on it, along with butter and maple syrup.