The Favor
Copyright© 2004 by MWTB
Chapter 17: The Aftermath - Rachel
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 17: The Aftermath - Rachel - She was my best friend, but not my girlfriend. Then she asked the question that changed our relationship completely. Golden Clitoride 2nd Place, 2005, Best BDSM Story
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Consensual Incest Mother Brother Sister Daughter BDSM DomSub MaleDom Spanking Humiliation Gang Bang First Anal Sex Masturbation Sex Toys Water Sports
When Jeff left, I followed his instructions and regretfully washed the cum off my body. I comforted myself with the fact that the agreement that Jeff and my mother had reached assured me that I would be painted with far more cum in the future.
When I was all cleaned up, I walked downstairs. My mother was cleaning up, but when she saw me she stopped, and we went into the living room and sat on the couch.
"Why did you make me go upstairs before?" I asked.
"I'm sorry about that," Mom said, "but I needed to talk to Jeff. There were some things that I wanted to know from him, and some that I needed to tell him, and they were things that I did not want you to know if he gave me the wrong answers."
"Were the answers wrong?" I asked. "And why were you keeping things secret from me?"
"There are always going to be certain things that we keep secret from others, even those that are closest to us," she told me. "There are some things that you were too young to be told about. There are some things that are too personal, just between me and your father. There are some things that I was too embarrassed to tell you. And there were some things that I felt would influence you in particular directions, and I wanted you to make your own decisions.
"Earlier, I'll bet that you were worried that I would be disgusted about the feelings that you had, or worried that I wouldn't understand. Right?"
I nodded.
"Well, I understand how you feel, better than you might imagine," she told me. "You see, I have those same feelings, too."
I looked at her in shock! "What do you mean?"
"I mean that I get turned on by pain, by humiliation," she told me. "When I was your age, I wasn't nearly as smart as you, and I made all the mistakes that you are worried about making. If your father hadn't rescued me, I probably would have ended up in a really bad way. But because I've lived through it, I understand exactly how you are feeling. That is why I would not dream of stopping you."
I looked at her, digesting what she had said. My mother was just like me!
"How did Dad get you to stop needing those things?" I asked.
"I didn't say he did," Mom replied.
"You said he rescued you," I countered.
"Yes, he did," she responded. "He got me away from the bad influences, but he didn't remove the feelings. He just catered to them in a safe and protected way."
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