Chapter 7: Taking Mom Out; Doing Daddy

After a couple days of calm, it was time for me to really see what power I had over my mother. I got home from school and decided it was time to have fun with her on my own. I got home and mom was dressed in a very conservative outfit: a long black skirt, matching stockings and a white dress shirt. I said "I thought you got rid of all your conservative crap?"

"It is Wednesday. You know it is bridge night at Mrs. Blair's house."

"So?"

"So, I can't go over there dressed like a whore?"

"Mom, I thought I made myself clear," I smiled, "Mom you are mine. I thought that was understood when you ate my pussy in front of dad."

Mom responded rationally, "That was wrong honey. I can't take back the past and I enjoyed it a lot. But I need to live my life."

I walked over to her and whispered ever so softly, "Mommy. You are my possession. If I want to take you over to my college and have you suck the whole basketball team you will. If I want you to go up to a random girl and ask her to finger fuck your cunt you will." My hand went to her ass as I finished, "Now go get changed."

In almost an inaudible whisper she responded, "No."

"No," I said back. "Are you sure?"

"No, I mean yes. Honey I am your mother, we need to get back to that normal relationship." She tried to move away. But I held her tight.

My other hand slid under her skirt, I whispered again, calm as can be, "Mother dearest. That is one. One warning, there will not be a second." I then kissed her passionately. She whimpered softly into my mouth and her body broke away from her conscience and moral responsibility. My hand slid down and I slowly took off her skirt. She watched me subserviently. I moved up, my mouth pausing briefly at her panty covered pussy and then moved back up and kissed her. My hand slid underneath her panties and slowly fingered her as our tongues danced inside each other's mouths. Slight moans escaped as I slowly rubbed her g-spot. Her legs gave out as she came quickly on her daughter's fingers. I then put my finger in her mouth and she sucked her love juice off my finger.

I then said, "Mom, I love you. I want to take you with me on many sexual journeys. But I need to know that you understand that I am in charge."

My mom slightly smiled and said, "I understand honey."

"Great," I said and continued, "Now we need to get ready for bridge night."

My mom looked surprised as she asked, "Your coming?"

"Oh yes mom, I have wanted to do Mrs. Blair forever. That British accent is a real turn on."

"What do you have in mind?"My mother nervously asked.

"Oh don't worry mom. You will have a great evening. Now lets go upstairs and get you dressed." Mom followed upstairs.

15 minutes later: Mom, dressed in a school girl uniform, the plaid skirt, mocha colored thigh highs, and a white blouse. I wore a pink blouse, a jean skirt and pink stockings with a black garterbelt, obvious if I was sitting the wrong way. My mom had a vibrating egg in her pussy and a small butt plug up her ass. I had a strap-on in my bag, a double ended dildo, lube and a vibrator, I hoped to use. We arrived and were greeted with a strange look by Mrs. Blair who was still in her business attire. Mrs. Blair was a British woman who had only been living in America for a couple years. But she was a woman of power. She has head of the PTA, a soccer coach for her daughter's team (her daughter was a grade 12 girl named Hannah), and the head of the most powerful bank in the city. She was rather plump but with one of the prettiest faces I had ever seen. That said she was quite pompous and clearly the leader of the group. She was dressed in a red blouse, black business skirt, matching pantyhose and 4 inch pumps. My mom gave her a kiss on the cheek as I had instructed and I did the same. Mrs. Blair seemed surprised, but not shocked.

When we got in there, I saw my hot ex-math teacher Mrs. Winters, who was introduced as Jenna. She too was dressed rather nicely. She was in a pale blue dress that was just below the knee and nude pantyhose. I said, "Hi Mrs. Winters."

She said, "Hi Mandi, nice to see you again. But I no longer teach you, so you can call me Jenna. How is your first year in college?"

I shrugged and joked, "Well there is way more work, but I get by. You look really pretty" I said to her.

She blushed just slightly and said, "We had parent-teachers today and I didn't have time to change. You and your mom are dressed," she paused, "Interestingly."

My mother responded, "Well it is a long story, but my daughter and I made a bet and I lost and this was the wager."

Mrs. Blair said, "To dress like a school girl?"

My mom explained, "Well, I pointed out how all the girl's in their school outfits looked rather slutty in these outfits and it came back to bite me in the ass. Although I was right, I do look slutty in it."

Mrs. Blair said, "I don' know, you actually look pretty good. You pull it off well June. It is also lucky you brought your daughter as Carol just called and Gavin is ill and she had to ditch."

Anyways, the next hour or so, we played bridge and then we took a break for refilling of our wine glasses and snacks. As we sat on the couch, I said, "Mom can you please give me a foot massage."

"Sure honey," she said and started to massage my feet and the other two women got a good look at my garter and stockings.

I said, "Ladies, now bridge is an ok game, but I need something with a little more action. I say we play a little game called truth or dare."

Mrs. Blair cackled, "I have not done that since college."

Jenna laughed, "It would have been high school for me too."

"Are you in," I asked.

Mrs. Blair shrugged, "Bloody hell, why the heck not?" Jenna echoed the same sediments.

My mom now was massaging my ankle, her hand seductively inching forward. "Ok," I said, grabbing a bottle; I gave the bottle a spin and it stopped on Jenna. I asked, "Jenna, truth or dare?"

Jenna contemplated it and said, "Truth."

I asked, "When was the last time you masturbated."

Jenna blushed and said, "Well I see where this is going. This morning, after Doug did his deed, but as usual he didn't get me off."

I sighed, "What a shame."

Jenna laughed and said, "Indeed it is." She then spun the bottle and it landed on Mrs. Blair. Mrs. Blair quickly called "Dare, definitely dare."

Jenny chuckled, "Alright. Let's see you give the bottle a nice little sexual stimulation."

Mrs. Blair gasped, "You got to be kidding me."

I said, "Oh come on. Your British, don't tell me you havn't deep throated a ton of blokes back in your day."

Mrs. Blair all dignified responded, "I will not even dignify that with an answer." She then grabbed the bottle and said, "I can't believe I'm fucking doing this." She then bobbed up and down on the bottle for a few seconds and then said, "All right, satisfied."

I purred, "Not yet."

Mrs. Blair gave me a strange look but then spun the bottle. It landed on me. I said dare.

Mrs. Blair pondered for a while before saying "Show us your knickers."

I shrugged, stood up, lifted up my skirt and showed off my pink panties. I did a mock pose for a few seconds and then sat back down. Mother went back to massaging my feet and I spun the bottle. It landed back on Mrs. Blair and she said truth this time.

I asked "Mrs. Blair, have you ever been with a woman?"

Mrs. Blair blushed a ruby red. "Is that really your question?"

"Of course, it is truth or dare, ' I teased. I looked at mother and asked her to rub the back of my leg. She instantly did.

Mrs. Blair sighed, "Yes."

"Yes what," I questioned.

"Yes I have been with a woman before," she responded with a ting of annoyance. She grabbed the bottle and spins it. This time it landed on my mother.

My mother contemplated for a while before saying truth. Mrs. Blair asked, "June have you ever been with a woman?"

Incredibly unoriginal question, but mom replied, "Yes, many times."

Mrs. Blair repeated, "Many times?"

My mother just smiled and said, "Many, many times." She shrugged and spun the bottle. It landed on Jenna. Jenna picked truth. My mom smiled and said, "Well since a theme has been established, Jenna you ever been with a female?"

Jenna shook her head as she said, "No, although I did make out with a friend of mine back in the day."

I looked at Jenna and asked, "You never considered being with a woman? Any of your students?"

She smiled slightly seductively and said, "Hey it is not your question." She then spun the bottle. It landed on Jenna. She spun it again and it landed on me. I said truth, knowing the question already; Jenna smiled and said, "Although it seems weird to ask an ex-student this, have you ever been with a girl?"

I responded, "Yes, many times, especially with Carla. I have eaten her pussy hundreds of times." Before they could respond, I spun the bottle and it landed on Mrs. Blair. Mrs. Blair chose dare and I said, "Come massage my stocking feet beside my mother."

Her reaction told me I was in control as she simply walked over and sat down beside me and took my left foot into her hand. "For how long," she asked.

I shrugged and said with a rather casual attitude, "Till you want to quit I guess." She then spun the bottle and it landed on my mother.

My mother picked dare. As Mrs. Blair gently massaged my feet, I opened my legs a bit so she could see my panties. She seemed distracted and finally said, "I can't even think of anything to dare her with."

I said, "Dare her to do a little dance for us."

Mrs. Blair said, "Great idea Mandi. June do a little dance for us."

My mom got up and did a little dance number. It was corny, but she did make sure to shake her butt, lift up her skirt to show her stocking tops. Mrs. Blair watched most of it, but I caught her a couple times checking out my undies.

I clapped when she was done and mom did a little curtsey. She then spun the bottle and it landed on me. I choose truth and my mom asked, "Did you ever fantasize about Mrs. Winters when you were still in high school?"

I smiled, good slave I thought, and said, "Yes, actually if we are being completely truthful, Carla and I role played on a few occasions where I was Mrs. Winters and she was, well, herself. Carla then would seduce me and slowly dominate me making me her personal sex slave for the night." I opened my legs wider so it was clear I was showcasing my assets. I then spun the bottle and it landed back on Mrs. Blair.

She was still massaging my stocking feet when she said truth. I said, "Have you been checking out my panties Mrs. Blair?" Mrs. Blair was clearly embarrassed by the question. She did not answer right away. I said with a stern voice, "Mrs. Blair, please answer the question. Have you been taking quick glances at my panties?"

She whispered "Yes."

I opened my legs apart wider and said, "Here take a good luck then." There was a long lingering before she stopped massaging my feet and spun the bottle. It landed on my mom. Mom choose truth and Mrs. Blair asked "June, are you submissive?"

"Yes," mom responded. She then spun the bottle and it landed on me. I choose dare and my submissive mother dared me "Sugar, I dare you to kiss Mrs. Winters like you have always wanted to."

I got up and went over to Mrs. Winters. I got close to her and moved in for a kiss. I think Mrs. Winters was expecting a peck, but I shoved my tongue into her mouth and kissed her passionately. Mrs. Winter's reluctance died rather quickly and her tongue slipped in my mouth as well. I finally broke the kiss after a good minute and went and spun the bottle. It landed back on my mom. My mom requested dare and I simply stood up slid off my undies and said, "Mom, I dare you to eat my pussy." My mom slid down between my legs and buried her head in my pussy. The two women starred stunned at the incestuous sight, but said nothing.