Chapter 8: Fem-Dom or Fem-Dumb?

Annoyed at the interruption, Lydia opened the front door. "Yes?"

Katie, David's girlfriend, stood there, smiling. "Is he here? Is David here?" she asked excitedly.

"Come back in the morning," Lydia said and started to shut the door.

Katie pushed the door back open, though. "I asked if David is here, Ms Moreno. I expect an answer."

Lydia raised an eyebrow at the young woman's pushiness. "Yes, he is here. But, no, he is not going to talk to some little hussy in the middle of the night. Come back in the morning."

"Don't cross me, Ms Moreno. I can make life very uncomfortable for you if you do."

"Do... NOT... threaten me, young lady."

Katie smiled like she had a secret. "Pau-aul," she sing-songed.

Paul Spellman stepped out of the shadows. "Sorry, Ms Moreno," he sighed, then pushed the door open.

"Paul, stay back!" Lydia said as she stepped back and Paul and Katie entered her house and shut the door.

"What's going on?!" David stood at the end of the hallway, alarmed. He'd gotten a bad feeling about his mother answering the door this time, and his erection had finally gone down with that fear. He had pulled on some pajama bottoms, though he had to be careful when he walked to not step on the last foot or so of his penis that now dangled on the floor.

"David! Your girlfriend is acting crazy! And Paul is scaring me!"

"Katie?" David gasped, then sank to his knees, crawled to her and began kissing her feet. "Ohgod, how I love you, Katie!"

Katie stepped out of her shoes so he could kiss her bare feet. "Oh, that's sweet, but your mom is being mean to me."

"BEHAVE, Mom!" David snapped at her in between toe-kisses.

"David! Stop KISSING her FEET! Don't DO that! Not to that little SLUT!"

"Ms Moreno, you're kind of annoying. Let's see if we can't improve you a little." Katie took what looked like a stick out of her pocket, held it forward and shut her eyes. After a few moments of concentration, she smiled and returned the object to her pocket.

"What was that thing? What did you do?"

"Back when David, Paul and I were in high school, all the boys made gah-gah eyes at you every PTA meeting, Ms Moreno. But did you ever spread for ANY of them? Or even let them cop a feel? No. You were just too high and mighty. Well, I think they'll find you much more amenable now."

"What are you talking about?"

"You'll see," Katie smiled knowingly. "First, though... we oughtta get a few things straight here, Ms Moreno. *I* am in charge here now. Not you, but me. Is that understood?"

"You... little... hussy!"

"Oh!" Katie smiled bouncily. "You don't believe me! Well, let's just try a little test for the unconvinced. Ms Moreno, make your son stop kissing and licking my feet like some pathetic worshiper."

"She's right, David. STOP that! you're DEMEANING yourself!"

David continued revering the young woman's feet, oblivious to his mother.

"Oh, come now, Ms Moreno, you can do better than that. Your son is humiliating the family name! He's grovelling like some pathetic turd at his girlfriend's toes! Make... him... STOP!"

"David! STOP that this instant, young man! DAVID! You WILL listen to your mother! Now STOP that! David!"

"Hmmm... I guess we could call that... ineffectual? And even that's being too kind, Ms Moreno. What kind of mother can't even get her own son -- oh! that tickles, David! -- to stop making a spectacle of himself? To be truthful, I think we're going to have to say that you're downright impotent, that you are as important to your son as a gnat on a dog's butt is important to the planet earth. Poor, pathetic Ms Moreno.

"Now, by way of contrast," she smiled, light dancing in her eyes, "Daaaaavid? Sweetie?"

"Mmmmm... yes... mmm... my love... mmm... ?" he asked in between beautifying the perfect skin between his true love's toes by wiping the gunk out with his tongue.

"Get hard for me, sweetie-pie, won't you?"

There was a ripping sound as his pajama bottoms tore up the leg, ripped by his stiffening rod. In moments, it looked like a thick broomstick was attached to the young man's crotch -- make that three broomsticks, taped together.

Katie brought her hand to her mouth in mock surprise. "Oh, MY, David! Is all THAT for little old ME?!"

"Everything about me is yours -- everything I have, everything I am. I will do anything for you, my love!"

"But... what about your mother?"

"Fuck mom! I am yours! Totally and eternally!"

"Well... , " Katie smiled at his mother. "I guess we know where you and I both stand now, don't we, Ms Moreno?"

"But..." Lydia felt like someone had just unzipped her abdomen, and all of her confidence and self-esteem was spilling out onto the floor.

"Oh, don't go away in abject despair, Ms Moreno. I have a consolation prize for you. I'll let you get used by Paul there."

Lydia turned to look at the creepy young man that was suddenly leering eagerly at her. "N-no..."

"Oh, come now. You'll hurt poor Paul's feelings. Look how eager he is. Paul, show her how eager you are."

Frantically, Paul unbuckled and yanked off his pants and underwear. He had only six inches, but they were the most eager and determined six inches that anyone had seen in a long, long while.

"Paul... STOP that! How COULD you?!" Lydia made a face.

"And we get to wrap up several other loose ends, Ms Moreno. Paul's been pining after your lusty little pussy for years. Here's his big chance! And you'll get to test drive the couple improvements I made in you. I'm sure you'll find them quite delightful."

"Katie... stop this. Stop this now!"

"Okay, Paul. Time for you to have some fun. But just necking for the moment, Paul."

"But, KATIE!"

"Oh, okay. You can feel up her boobs. but I want her robe to stay buttoned until I say otherwise. I want to kindle a spark right now, not stoke an inferno. And there are now a couple places that, once you touch them, are really going to turn her into a bitch in heat."

"Yes, ma'am." Paul guided Ms Moreno to the couch and sat beside her, his erection still poking out in front.

Lydia swallowed, then licked her lips. "I don't... I don't want to..."

"Oh, RELAX, Lydia. Just sit here with me a few minutes." He put his arm around her shoulders and his other hand on her knee.

"Okay, David," Katie giggled. "I think you have that area as clean as it's going to get."

Her boyfriend looked up at her from the floor with eyes filled with love. "Then what other part of you may I adore and worship, my sweet?"

"Oh... , " Katie played with her hair, "I guess I could let you suck the gunk out of my belly button."

"Oh, yes! Let me! Let me suck the gunk off you! It does not deserve to be on a body so beautiful as yours!"

"You say the sweetest things, my pathetic little beggar." She sat back in a chair and unbuttoned the bottom half of her shirt, then spread it to expose her navel. "Go to it. Make me shiny and squeaky clean down there, David."

Lydia watched in horror as her son did as he was told and plunged his innocent naive tongue into that lint-filled pit on the body of that unclean whore. The grimace on her face reflected the revulsion, but Katie simply returned a sweet little smile of victory.

Lydia felt Paul's hand slide up her abdomen to gently squeeze and fondle a breast through her robe.

Her son was acting the part of an idiot, of a pathetic, needy loser, and that little hussy had just traipsed her ass in here like she was some elegant, expensive treat that could shake her tail and get anything she asked for!

But Lydia's breast was feeling warm and soft and tingly where Paul was petting her, and she slid her hips forward on the couch.

Lydia's breathing deepened as her nipple and breast began responding to Paul's ministrations. Well, if her son wanted to make a fool of himself, if he wanted to be the idiotic little puppy that licks the hand that just whacked him, then let him. Let him learn the way of the pathetic fool. She sighed and moved her shoulder to make her boob a little more accessible to Paul's hand.

"Feeling anything there?" Katie called to her.

Lydia focused her eyes. "Hmm?"

"You will."

She was the most aggravating young woman. "I'm sorry. I missed the first part of what you sa-- mmmph!"

Paul had leaned over and planted his lips on hers, startling her at first, but the hand on her breast kept up its gentle squeezing, calming her. A minute later, when he slipped his tongue into her mouth, she was so receptive that she was afraid he would smell the sudden rush of juices collecting between her legs.

Paul broke the kiss and sat back. "I have wanted to do that since I was thirteen, Ms Moreno."

"Well, then... come back... and do it some more, Paul." She ran her tongue around her lips enticingly.

"What kind of a kisser is she, Paul?" Katie called, smirking.

Lydia reached her hand to Paul's neck and tried to pull him back to her. "Come back to my mouth, Paul. Tongue-dance with me some more."

"Paul," Katie called, a tone in her voice, as he started to lean back in to Lydia, and he halted and looked to the younger woman. "I asked you a question."

"Well, it's been a lifelong dream, but I'm a little disappointed.

"Paul?" Lydia was surprised at her partner.

"Don't get me wrong. Kissing her is better than not kissing at all, but her kisses are sloppy -- her lips are lazy. A good kiss involves firm but soft lips."

"Paul?"

"And she's soggy too. I feel like I'm kissing a saturated sponge. I'm surprised there isn't spittle dribbling off her chin."