Chapter 4

I was sitting on the couch with my leg propped up when Jennifer came over later that morning, Sarah was tagging along behind her. Sarah was supposed to start her first lawns today and I was certain she wanted to get an early start on them, not knowing how long it would take.

Mom had left a few minutes earlier, once she had assured that I was safely ensconced in the living room, with everything I might need for the few minutes until Jennifer arrived. I had humored her pampering after our discussion this morning, as I sensed that she was trying to regain some equilibrium in her role as mother, before heading off to work where she needed to be a leader and decision maker.

When Jennifer and Sarah arrived, they helped me out to the garage where I helped Sarah get the equipment ready to start the day. Once she was underway, Jennifer came over and knelt down beside the lawn chair where I was sitting.

“Do you feel up to a bit of an upper body workout today?” she asked. “I could help you over to your weight bench and help spot you as you lift, so long as you keep to higher reps and lower weights.”

“Are you my trainer now too?” I asked with a smile.

“I’m anything my Master needs me to be,” Jennifer answered with an enigmatic grin.

Not wanting to get into that discussion this early in the morning, I agreed that a good workout sounded wonderful, since it had now been several days since I had done so.

It’s when you are hurt that you realize how much that you use a specific part of your body. Despite the fact that I was working on my upper body, the inability to use my legs made everything that much harder.

By the time Jennifer agreed that I was done, I knew I was done, and I knew I would feel this workout tomorrow. I was covered in sweat, I was exhausted, and I was starving. And then suddenly I didn’t care about any of that.

Jennifer straddled me on the weight bench, after my last set of presses, and bent down and licked my chest and nipples.

“Mmm, you taste good when you are sweaty,” she purred and proceeded to lick over more and more of my body. As she neared my crotch, she purred with delight as she felt my hardness.

“You smell wonderful,” she purred in her sexiest voice. She then ripped my shorts down and engulfed my cock, swallowing it entirely.

I was so primed by this point, I’m ashamed to say that I lasted a total of ten seconds before I was unloading into her throat.

“So, now that I’ve had my protein snack, it’s time to feed you yours,” she said as she slithered up my body. She kissed my neck and then with a final grind of her groin against mine, she rolled off of me and proceeded to help me up and get onto my crutches. The workout had my leg throbbing a bit, though I wouldn’t have dreamt I could even do a workout a couple of days ago. Jennifer helped me into the den and got me settled onto the couch, with my leg propped up and an ice pack on the wound to help with the throbbing. Then she disappeared into the kitchen where she whipped up a protein smoothie that was delicious.

“So, I had an interesting chat with my mom this morning,” I said casually to see what kind of reaction I would get from Jennifer. Unfortunately, I got no reaction from Jennifer.

“About what?” she asked with absolutely no hint she knew what I was talking about.

“Well, it seems that my father and your husband share a lot of common characteristics,” I paused and let that sink in, “we also talked about how you and she likely have a lot in common.”

Jennifer nodded solemnly, “I suspected that was the case, after watching her around you in the hospital. I never knew your father, but if he was anything like you are now, I am certain he was a wonderful Master to your mom.”

I was a bit stunned at how matter of fact she was when discussing the sex life of my parents. I must have blushed and I didn’t know what to say. A moment later, Jennifer was kneeling by the side of the couch., “James, it isn’t all about sex, you know,” she said quietly. “I know that I was aggressive with you this morning, but I thought that you rather liked that aspect. However, life isn’t all about sex, and a Master-submissive relationship isn’t all about sex either, in fact, most of it is about care and comfort.”

Jennifer paused and took a deep breath, “The most interesting thing to me, as I studied dominance and submissive relationships after I met my husband, was how different the personalities are that underlie these relationships. They are the embodiment of ‘opposites attract.’

“Two dominants will always be vying for control, both in bed, but also in life. Submissives, unlike what most people think, are perfectly good at making decisions, they just prefer not to.”

I nodded and thought about that. Mom was perfectly capable of making decisions, as she had demonstrated repeatedly in her job, where she was very successful and was the Senior accountant for the investment firm where she worked. But when it came to decisions around the house, looking back, she had deferred almost everything to Dad.

And lately, she had been deferring those decisions to me. Even before the accident, I had been noticing that she had been asking my opinion on things more and more, and almost always, agreeing with my decisions. I had thought it was just her way of teaching me about growing up and taking responsibility, but now I wondered if there was more to it.

I realized I had been lost in my thoughts and quickly looked to Jennifer, about to apologize for drifting off like that, but I found the most serene look on her face as she knelt by the side of the couch and gently massaged my leg.

“It’s a lot to think about, isn’t it, Sir,” she said quietly.

“It is indeed. I suppose it is kind of like introverts and extroverts. No one is completely an introvert, because even the most introverted person still needs to be around a few other people, and the most extreme extroverts still need some time alone. Doms and subs just are the same around control and decisions, I suppose.”

Jennifer nodded her head, “Your mother is a very successful business woman, I suspect she is more successful than we realize, as that is often the case for a well-adjusted submissive who has a purpose in life. And, it is very clear, that since the death of your father, her purpose is you. Not in a weird creepy way, that the look on your face just said, but in a fierce lioness looking out for her cub kind of way.”

I laughed because I was certain the look on my face was odd, since I had immediately flashed to the scene from this morning. The idea of sex with my mother was still icky, too icky to think about, but I could see what Jennifer meant.

“I was just thinking about what happened this morning,” I said softly. “Mom was kneeling by the side of my bed, much like you are now, except she was topless.”

Jennifer laughed and quickly pulled her top over her head, folding it and placing it on the end of the couch, revealing her beautiful evenly tanned breasts, in all of their glory.

“Is that better?” she asked with a grin. “You know that if you want to see me topless, you just have to say so.”

“And what if I want you naked?” I asked, refusing to be embarrassed by her brazen actions.

A moment later, she was kneeling, nude, in a classic sex slave position. Her knees were spread, her arms were held behind her back arching her chest forward, and her head was slightly bowed.

“I don’t know which I like more,” I said with a chuckle, “seeing you like this, or watching you shimmy out of your shorts to get like this.”

Jennifer smiled, “I’m glad that you are pleased. I know that I am older than you, but I hope that you realize that I am serious about my commitment to you.”

I reached out and pulled her to me, kissing her softly, “I know that you are serious. I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time, so this all stills feels a little surreal. So, forgive me if I lapse from time to time and think that this is just a dream.”

Jennifer smiled and kissed me again, with more passion and hunger. When we were both out of breath, she sat back on her heels and looked down at my crotch. I think we were both a little disappointed that I was only half hard, but the pain from my leg, the fact that just a short while ago I had pumped about a gallon of cum down her throat, and the meds, were all having an adverse effect on me.

“Why don’t you take a nap,” Jennifer said quietly, “and let your leg rest some more. I need to do a little bit of work, then I will fix us some lunch and come wake you when it is ready.”

I nodded, as I was tired and I was sure it was partly the pain meds still. I really needed to get off them!

Jennifer leaned over and helped me roll on my side, how I liked to sleep, and then tucked my blanket around me. As I drifted off to sleep, I was thinking about the different ways she responded to me, from when I was injured, to today. Sometimes, meek and submissive, other times she was fierce and aggressive, like after the workout in the garage, and yet others, she was an intelligent young woman, with whom I just enjoyed having a conversation. Somehow calling her submissive just didn’t seem to describe the reality of who she was.

I woke to the sounds of conversation coming from the kitchen and figured that Sarah must be back. I started to try to get up, but groaned with pain when I tried to move my leg, despite my best efforts to keep quiet. A half second later, two topless women appeared in the room to check on me.

Jennifer, I had seen, now multiple times, but I was always impressed with her all-over golden tan and just how firm her breast sat on her chest. But Sarah’s breasts were new to me and I tore my eyes away from Jennifer to drink in the sight of Sarah.

Unlike the lighter bronze coloring of Jennifer with her blonde hair and blue eyes, Sarah was much darker, with her darker hair and darker skin tones. She also clearly had an all over tan, though years of running in an athletic bra top gave her some different tones for her breasts than the rest of her torso. Her nipples were small and brown and as hard as diamonds, as I looked upon them. They contrasted nicely with Jennifer’s, which were pink and a little larger. Sarah’s breasts were a little smaller than Jennifer’s, but her nipples sat a little higher, as if they were just begging to be kissed and suckled.

It was almost too much for my little mind to absorb and I am sure that I had a stupid grin on my face as I looked back and forth between the breasts that were presented to me. A small cough from Jennifer brought me out of my daze and I noticed that they were both kneeling in front of the couch, both having assumed the classic sex slave position, though they were both wearing shorts. Sarah, a pair of her ever-present running shorts and Jennifer, her pair of denim cut-offs, that hugged her ass like a second skin.

They were kneeling, knees spread and arms clasped behind their back, breasts thrusts forward. Sarah was blushing more and more, the longer she knelt there, her breathing deep and fast as she struggled to hold still. Jennifer held very still, her eyes directed down and to the side so that she could keep an eye on Sarah and how she was responding.

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