Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

She put the tip of my lightsaber in my mouth. "Any guess where I found this light saber?"

I could taste my Mom's heavenly hole. She teased, "Of course I want a very different lightsaber in me tonight, Jedi."

"Oh, I think the force is with me, Princess," I quipped, confidently moving in and kissing my beautiful Mother princess. Being aggressive, I pushed her against the wall and she whimpered. I demanded, "Princess Lay I, it's time to reward your loyal Jedi."

I pushed her to her knees, on the stairs, and she unbuckled my pants and took my skin-tone lightsaber in her hands. She quipped, "You were certainly concealing a deadly weapon, my knight."

"I think I've found the perfect place to hide it for safekeeping," I shot back, shoving my cock in her mouth. Unlike our last couple of times I was being much more aggressive, grabbing the no-doubt-intended-hand-grips of her sexy Princess Leia hair and pumping my cock between her sweet cock sucking lips. A couple of minutes of this and I ordered, "Go get on your bed, my slut princess."

"Yes, sir knight," she replied, unable to conceal her true submissive nature once she had a taste of my dominance.

I watched her rise and turn around while I went and got the wine. I went upstairs and found her on the bed as instructed. I handed her a glass of wine and joined her. I asked, "Does Dad ever dominate you?" "No," she admitted, before adding, "I've hidden away that naughty, dirty part of me for almost nineteen years."

"Why?" I asked, my hand moving to her white stocking-clad legs.

"I had become an adult with responsibilities, so I had to let go of my past," she rationalized weakly.

"But you have always, and not just subconsciously, craved submission. Didn't you want Dad to take over and use you like a slut?"

Mom nodded and gulped her wine.

Surprising her with a sudden new topic I asked, "So Mom, what really happened between you and Ellie?"

In a heartbeat her expression had transformed from confident and sexy to shy and nervous. "Curtis, that was a long time ago."

"I know," I pushed, my voice soft and tender, like a therapist trying to draw out his patient's past. "But clearly you're not completely over it."

"I am too," she said, attempting to be strong, "I've successfully resisted the temptation for years until you came to my rescue and began domming me."

"Sorry," I said, trying a different route. "I meant you still have lingering feelings for Ellie."

"Keeping her distant enough to be friends and no more than that, resisting her insistent, inexorable web of seduction has been the hardest thing I've ever done. She's been a good friend to me, but there was always that subtle undercurrent of You need to be my slave that I could resist but never deny. Lately she's abandoned her reserve and resumed being as insistent as she ever was, and I probably would have succumbed on Halloween if you hadn't shown up and saved me," she explained, her hand falling onto my leg.

"But why is she trying to get you back now, after all these years?"

"Well, maybe she figures you're old enough not to need a mother figure," she pondered.

"I've never needed a mother with a figure more than I do now," I quipped back.

She laughed at my naughty implication. "Plus, she knows my relationship with your father hasn't been great. I've even wondered if she hasn't been attempting to conspire with your father, maybe titillating him with the idea of watching us together. Ellie's comment to you when she thought you were Ted only added to those suspicions."

"But you still love Dad?" I asked, this conversation getting much deeper than I'd originally planned, but it was what it was. I wasn't above getting Mom to submit to me and even manipulate her into making unexpected life choices, but if those choices wouldn't benefit her, all bets were off.

"I love him as a provider and as a person, but I no longer love love him, if that makes any sense," she explained, her expression betraying her frustration with her married life.

"So if that's the case why not go back to Ellie?" I questioned, getting the conversation I needed to have for her sake back on track.

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Her hand just made small figure eights on my hand as she considered my question, a nervous habit of hers. "Well, I don't think you understand how domineering and demanding Ellie is."

"Probably not. Give me an example," I requested, trying to figure out my Mother's atypical insecurity, when, even when she was being submissive to me, she was otherwise a very confident woman. My hand was now at her slightly wet and uncovered pussy, distracting her slightly. Apparently Princess Leia had opted to go commando tonight. The irrepressible Carrie Fisher would have approved.

She was silent for a while as she seemed to be reminiscing her past with Ellie. "Well, as I mentioned: with Ellie it was always clear that she was the Domme and I the sub. For example," she began, but stopped, struggling to put the experience into words. She detoured, "Curtis, I'm doing my best, but saying anything at all about this is very difficult for me. You've got to understand first of all that I was and I probably still am in love with Ellie. But to try again to give you your example, let me say that while she was comfortable with her sexuality, I was too afraid at the time to ever tell my parents of my sexual preference. Being bi or a lesbian back then was a lot more condemned than it is now, when instead of being a cultural given back then, homophobia is now almost universally considered to be bigotry. We've come a long way! But I'm still skirting around the example I promised you.

"We visited my parents together once and stayed overnight, posing as 'just' college roommates. We were, but it was so much more than that. That evening after dinner my dad had gone up to his study and Ellie and I joined your Nana in the kitchen. We were carrying on a light conversation, but while my mom's back was turned as she did the dishes, my Mistress Ellie had me raise my skirt... she never let me wear panties... and fingered me to three orgasms. Mom could have turned around at any time, and yet I let her do it to me! I might have at least covered up, but Ellie didn't want me to, so I didn't. Then that night with my parents just on the other side of the wall she tied my arms and legs spread eagle to the bed, then fucked me with a strap-on to three more climaxes while I screamed my lungs out in ecstasy! If she hadn't gagged me so effectively I would have roused the entire house and probably the neighbors too! The worst part looking back is that even though I was scared stiff my parents would break down the door to my bedroom and catch us, nevertheless I loved it and would have done it again in a heartbeat!"

"So you loved Ellie," I asked, trying to open Mom up completely.

"Unconditionally," she whispered, a tear forming in her eye.

"And you were in thrall to her; you were her sex slave."

"Again, unconditionally. I often freaked out later, but whenever I was with her I did whatever she wished, no matter what." "But...."