As I lay here, completely exhausted, I wonder how I got so fucking lucky. Within a few short weeks, I repaired my broken relationship with my mother and began a relationship with my a woman, who is not only attractive and amazing, she is also my sexual equal, and THAT says a lot. This all requires some explanation, to really appreciate the magnitude of these accomplishments.

First, when I say my relationship with my mother was broken, I mean smashed on the ground, pieces scattered, and then buried in a landfill. In short, I was the product of her scheme to snare a wealthy man. When her “unexpected” pregnancy forced his hand, they married and along came, me. After securing her financial position, she quickly lost interest in my father, and treated him like crap, until he ultimately left. Of course he left her well taken care of, but never looked back. This left me with an absentee father, and a mother who resented my very existence. Talk about being born with a silver spoon shoved DEEP in my ass.

As you can imagine, this shaped my views on relationships and women, in dramatic ways. It also motivated me to get out of the house, as soon as possible. It also spurred me to be ruthless in pursuit of whatever I wanted. On the good side, it made me very successful in business. On the bad side, it ensured that I was never in a stable relationship very long. In fact, I don’t believe I had any real, romantic relationships. I was very successful with women, and never was lacking for women to fuck, but I never let them get close enough to build romantic feelings.

I never thought a lot about my lingering feelings of resentment for my mother or how I treated women, as a result. That was, until my mother, who was down on her luck, after losing her fortune due to bad investments, showed up on my doorstep. At first, I took her in out of a misplaced sense of duty. However, I quickly remembered why I hated her, when she started treating my poorly in my own house. This blew up into an anger driven, episode of revenge fucking, that was fueled by years of my mother’s mistreatment of me.

Rather than reacting with anger herself, my mother had a wildly, sexual response. She not only welcomed my sexual dominance, but she seemed to crave it. If you want to read about the wildly inappropriate sexual acts we shared, I recommend you read my other stories. However, this is was much more, than just two sexual deviants, enjoying shared desires. This whole series of events was very emotionally charged and cathartic for both of us. It is hard to explain the overwhelming, outpouring of emotion, we shared. We realized that we can never have a traditional mother and son relationship, but we can share, a loving and passionate relationship of our own design.

I know what you are thinking. You are thinking that my mother is the woman, that I said was amazing and my sexual equal. Yes, mom is fucking incredible, but she is not the amazing woman, of whom I spoke. That woman is Beth, a woman that I met by chance, while in the process of “breaking in” my mother, on a shopping trip to Victoria’s Secret.

Although, I noticed right away that Beth was attractive, I was too focused on my mother, at the time, to give Beth the attention she deserved. I had brought my mother to the Victoria’s Secret, to sexually humiliate her in public. My plan was to have her try on sexy lingerie, and come out of the dressing room, to model them for me. Beth was a sales girl there, and took great interest in our blatant exhibitionism. Beth quickly changed from an attractive woman I noticed, to a woman I needed to know better, when she boldly, scolded my mother for being WAY too excited, while modeling the sexy underwear for me.

My heart fluttered and my cock hardened when I heard her shout across the store, “You are going to have to buy THOSE. There is NO way you are going to put those panties back, with them soaked in your cum like THAT.”

I knew that this was a woman, I must know better ... MUCH better. As I sent my mother back to the dressing room, to get dressed, I chatted Beth up. I kicked myself for not noticing before, how attractive she was and how hot her body was. She was taller and more athletic than any of the women I had been with before. There is probably no great mystery, why I tended to be in relationships with short curvy women, who I now realize, looked a lot like my mother.

Unlike my mother, Beth is tall, close to 5 foot 10 inches. She is also very lean and athletically built. As I later found out, she was quite an athlete, and was even the Captain of her nationally ranked college volleyball team. Because of the long dress, she was wearing, I didn’t immediate see or appreciate her long sexy legs or her tight ass and abdomen. I did notice and appreciate her not too large, but very firm and perky C cup tits, which she highlighted with a nice pushup bra. I also noticed her thick, wavy auburn hair, which made her green eyes POP.

Even though she was a very physically attractive woman, it was her bold, shameless personality, which really drew me in. I was already impressed with how she busted my mother out, and clearly announced her dominance over my mother. However, what she did next really made me appreciate how like minded she and I were. She didn’t hesitate or beat around the bush. She just outright asked me, if that was really my mother.

I answered her just as directly, that it was. Instead of being shocked or appalled by this, she immediately told me how fucking hot it was, and how turned on she was by it. At that moment, our conversation was interrupted by the sounds of my mother LOUDLY cumming in the dressing room. Apparently, she was too tuned on with our previous play, and couldn’t help stop herself from masturbating, while thinking about it. After THAT, we couldn’t stick around, so I gave Beth my number and, told her to call me.

She did not make me wait. That evening, she called and we talked for hours. I was exhausted from a long and passion filled afternoon of wild sexual experimentation with my mother, but I was so enthralled with Beth, that I couldn’t bring myself to end the call. Apparently she felt the same way, so we ended up sharing our stories, and experiences, and life goals.

In our conversation, I quickly discovered why she was not offended by my sexual relation with my mother. She also had a troubled relationship with her mother. Apparently, her mother was aloof, in her own way, and never gave Beth the love and attention she craved. Beth excelled at everything she did, all in an effort to get her mother’s attention, and get a small feeling satisfaction, that her mother was proud of her. She never got that response from her mother, but it did make her a strong athlete and relentless competitor.

Whether it was her broken relationship with her mother or just her natural inclinations, Beth described herself as “strongly” bisexual. She had not only started experimenting early on with other girls, but she had also discovered, that she enjoys sexually dominating other girls WAY too much. In fact, it was her lesbian leanings, that motivated her to get the job at Victoria’s Secret, in the first place. She told me that it is a great place to meet and assess other girls. She told me that she can tell in seconds, how a girl reacts to her lingerie suggestions, whether she is open to lesbian experiences, and more importantly, whether they tended to be sexually submissive.