Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"But I also wanted a normal life. And I couldn't see how I could have that and be in a lesbian relationship, especially with Ellie. I wanted kids, Ellie didn't. We were completely polar opposites in every imaginable way which made us great friends, amazing lovers, but as far as coping with the outside world or raising a family, a horrible couple."

"And then you met Dad...."

"... And got pregnant with you and I just quit with Ellie cold turkey. She was furious at first, but she missed our friendship as much as I did, so eventually we moved on and pretty much pretended the past had never happened. But during the last year or so Ellie has been giving me subtle and not so subtle sexual hints, although never blatantly enough for me to be completely sure they were anything more than witty comments, until she gave herself away at the party." "How so?" I probed.

"First, by her hands teasing me like she used to, slowly making me vulnerable. By fingering me, not blatantly like she used to but subtly, so no one would notice. By the way, I probably never would have ended up fucking you on Halloween night if she hadn't gotten me so fucking horny."

I quipped, "I'll have to thank her. Maybe get her a thank you card, something like 'You are so sweet, like an all-day sucker. Thanks for priming my Mom so I'd fuck her'."

Mom smiled and playfully slapped my hand before she continued, "Second, that evening she kept making sexual innuendos indicating she wanted to make me her sub again. Third of course, she admitted it to you when you were in your Dad's costume." She paused, before adding, her expression showing her confusion, "I just can't figure out what Ellie and Ted were up to. Were they conspiring somehow? Why else would she say that to you when she thought you were Ted?" "Aren't you worried Ellie and Dad will compare notes about Halloween and figure out the truth?" I asked, realizing a potential problem.

"I wasn't until now," she squeaked, a look of panic crossing her face.

"No question then, we need to deal with Ellie," I decided.

"How so?" Mom asked cautiously.

"Well, I'm still working on the details. But my basic idea includes you submitting to her again," I tossed out.

"WHAT? Why?" she asked, a mixture of nervousness, excitement and curiosity.

My finger parted her very wet pussy lips. "First of all and most importantly, because it's obvious you need it. It's obvious you crave it and I believe you regret the decision you made about splitting from her."

"I don't regret it, I got you," Mom said, kissing me gently on the lips.

"Well, that is a very good point, a very good point indeed," I concurred, "but be honest with me, Mom. I'm grown up. What are you scared of now?"

"Her power," my Mom admitted.

"How so?"

"I can't say no to her. I was completely amenable to her every whim and some of those whims were crazy."

"Like at your parents' house, I get that. But you can't stop there, tell me more," I insisted.

"She loved to take risks, it was the only way she got off," Mom explained.

"Like with your mother and on that bed; but what more, Mom? You're being rather vague."

"Well, there were many other examples. They started simple. She fingered me to orgasm in a nearly empty theater. But then she did the same thing in a very full theater, where the snooty woman beside me couldn't help but notice what was happening. I was her personal live-in maid. I bathed her, I washed her hair, I made her meals, I even used my tongue to clean out her cum-filled pussy the rare times she went on a date with a guy and got laid. She owned me. She continued to push the envelope, too. Fucking me in the dorm's shared bathroom early in the morning with a strap-on, making me go down on her at a restaurant whenever the waiter disappeared, and even when she was president of the student union and conducting a meeting she would have me under the table between her legs the entire time. The bigger the threat of being caught, the bigger the thrill."

"Well, that certainly explains your taste for our outrageous public adventures today," I pointed out.

"I suppose so," she reflected. "I really hadn't thought about it, but the thought of getting caught is very exhilarating. If you're up to it, you and I can have a lot of fun!" "Agreed, but all of this just proves my point that you need Ellie," I pointed out, before asking, "so how did you break free of her hold over you?"

"Well, it was my wedding day that was the final straw. She made me eat her out minutes before I got married to your Dad and she fucked me in the honeymoon suite a couple hours before your Dad and I consummated our marriage. It was clear that she still wanted to completely own me even if I was married, so I ended it and was reasonably confident it was for good. Even though I've been slightly tempted for years, the craving to go back has only escalated during this past year." "Wow," was all I could say.

Mom added, "She joked during her first year of teaching how if I were still her lezzie-slut, she would have had me under her desk during her parent-teacher interviews. I have many, many times fantasized about that suggestion becoming a reality."

"Well, maybe you should," I suggested.

Mom warned, "If I ever submit to her again, there will be no turning back."

"Oh Mom, you're too melodramatic."

"No, seriously! I know for a fact that if I ever submit to her again I won't have the willpower to quit her again. I never felt freer than when I was completely Ellie's disposal, which makes no sense, but that's how I felt."

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked, before adding, "based on your soaking wet cunt right now I would think not."

"Dammit Curtis, enough about making me back into a dyke slave and more about finishing tonight's little adventure," Mom said, her hand going to my fully swollen member. "Hmmmmm, I see making your Mommy your own submissive slut has gotten you nice and stiff."

"Everything about you makes me go nice and stiff, Mom." I leaned in and kissed her. For the next few minutes we weren't mother and son, but two passionate lovers who couldn't get enough of each other.

Finally Mom broke the kiss, removed my shirt and slithered down my body, splattering me with pecks of lust. She tongued my belly button, transforming a useless part of my body into an erogenous zone. When she got to my pants, she pulled then off and continued her exploration of my body: kissing my inner thighs, my legs, even my feet. When she moved back up to my cock she resumed the roleplay, "Is my Jedi ready to play knighty knight?" Her tongue slid up my cock and I moaned, "Oh God, yes."