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In my extended family, history is very important. We do things because that is what our family has always done. My extended family is scattered around the Boston area. The boys go to Harvard in Cambridge, MA. The girls go to Mount Holyoke in South Hadley, MA. My grandmother went to Mount Holyoke and my mother went to Mount Holyoke. Both were also sisters in the Kappa Alpha Tau sorority. The KAT house, known for being the most beautiful and most likely to land a handsome husband with ties to the leaders of industries and trust funds waiting for their graduation. Our location, two hours west of Boston, meant isolation and dedication to study, but our reputation meant Ivy League boys came calling every weekend and limo rides to Boston were frequent. This was the life expected of me. Get an education, marry old money, raise some kids, lather rinse and repeat.

I’m Susan, a freshman at Mount Holyoke and starting my rush period at KAT. As a legacy, I was almost assured of an invitation to join, especially as a third-generation legacy. But it took some convincing from my mom to even get me to attend. You see, Mount Holyoke is an all-girls school, one of the few remaining and as far as I was concerned a relic to the past. I had bigger ambitions than being a trophy house wife. I wanted to be a lawyer. I wanted to strike out on my own and earn my way to the top, not sleep my way there. That’s not to say I was pure as the western Massachusetts mountain snow. My mom and I live in Lexington, MA, a Boston suburb. My dad died when I was ten in an automobile accident.

My mom never remarried and I never remember her going on a date. She was always visiting the other stay at home wives when I was growing up and left me largely to do as I pleased. That was fine with me. I wasn’t a wild child. In fact, I didn’t lose my virginity until my boyfriend at the time deflowered me the day after my eighteenth birthday. He dumped me soon after. I guess the thrill of the chase was his main motivation. Little did he know, he had unleashed my inner demons and for the rest of the summer, I was a bit of a nympho. Only I didn’t bother with my old friends. I found older men, 25-30 more exciting. In bed, they knew what they were doing more than my now ex-boyfriend did and had more disposable income as well. I wasn’t a sugar baby by any means but having a man who could take you to nice places before going back to a place he didn’t share with his parents was nice.

As you can imagine, the thought of going to an all-girls school was not high on my list of wants and desires. But my mom was insistent and so was my grandmother. Grandma was very wealthy from the inheritances from two now deceased husbands and mom was secure from dad’s life insurance and 401K. Both grandma and my mother made it clear that going somewhere else for college was my choice, but that my future inheritance would be limited. I may have been a bit guy crazy, but I wasn’t stupid. Besides, educationally, Mount Holyoke had a great reputation.

So here I was, a freshman at Mount Holyoke and going through the rush procedure at the KAT house because that was expected of me. School wasn’t as bad as I had feared although the lack of men on campus had my libido on hold and that wasn’t something I liked. Then something happened that changed my attitude. I’d gone home for the weekend unannounced. I needed to do laundry and I hate going to the laundromat. When I walked into the house, I heard moaning coming from my mother’s room. I was pretty sure she wasn’t with anybody and was just taking care of her needs, so I stayed downstairs in the living room to give her privacy. I’d always masturbated when the need arose to take care of myself if I got too horny, so I didn’t judge her. In fact, I was happy for her to still be sexually active.

It was weird to listen to her moaning as the volume increased. I probably should have left, but in a way, being an audio voyeur was exciting. Then, just as she seemed to be peaking, I heard another woman’s voice shout, “Take my cock you slut. Cum for me.” And cum my mother did. With a fierce howl, a shriek and a loud, “Oh God, fuck me Mistress!”

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to think, let alone say. My mother was having sex with another woman and beyond that, she was being fucked. I mean, I’m not unaware of the dynamics of woman to woman sex. I’d never done it myself, but I had lesbian friends and at school it’s kind of hard to avoid. But I had never thought of them fucking. And I certainly didn’t understand why my mom would call her Mistress.

I sat silently in the living room uncertain what to do. Again, I should have left, but I was too stunned to do anything. About ten minutes later, a woman came down the stairs. No, check that. She was a girl. Actually, she was my age and someone I had gone to high school with. We frequently had been rivals for the attention of the hot boys. Ali had always dressed and acted sluttier than I. She had long blonde hair, wore short skirts and revealing tops.

As a result, she usually got the guy büyükçekmece escort she wanted, although she discarded them almost as fast as she got them. I had dated a couple of her cast offs, but I usually dropped them quickly because all they could talk about was her. Now she was dressed in leather with a short crop haircut. Her hair was now jet black and she was kind of butch. It was quite a transformation from the last time I had seen her, about four months ago. She was also carrying a backpack. That seemed out of place.

“Oh, hi Susan,” she said with a friendly smile. “I didn’t know you were back from school. Your mom should be down in a little bit after she recovers. I took a lot out of her.”

I sat there dumbfounded as Ali walked past me and out the front door. I couldn’t decide what to do. Should I walk upstairs and confront my mom? Or should I pretend like I didn’t know? I decided for now, discretion was the better part of valor and remained quiet for five minutes. Then I opened and shut the door loudly and called out, “Hi mom, I’m home.”

“Oh,” I heard my mom shout down from upstairs. “I didn’t expect you. I’ll be down in a few minutes. I’m going to jump in the shower.”

I took my suitcase down to the basement to start my laundry. I had plenty of time to do it in the next two days, but I needed a distraction from thinking about my mom. I then went up to the kitchen to get some iced tea. My mom always had a pitcher of iced tea in the fridge. I then sat down to wait for her. She came down about ten minutes later. She was wearing a robe and her hair was still wet. She was trying to look innocent. She got herself a glass of tea, sat down at the table and asked me how school was going.

It was weird to have a normal conversation with her after what I had learned about her. I didn’t bring up Ali, but I kept looking at her wondering what they did together. To be honest, I wondered what she looked like when Ali fucked her. I mean, it’s weird to think about your parents fucking, but when it’s your mom and your former classmate, that just bizarre. Still, I was happy for her. I knew she has been lonely since dad died so if Ali made her happy, then so be it. Then mom got the call. Of course, I could only hear her side of it. But I could tell it was with Ali.

“Hello,” was her simple and cordial greeting.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Please, no. Anything but that.”

“You wouldn’t?”


My mom hung up the phone.

“That was Ali. She said you know.”

I felt myself blushing. “I came in a few minutes before she left,” I confessed.

“How much did you hear?” my mom asked me.

I paused to try and frame the words correctly. “I heard you climax.” Climax sounded better to me that cum your brains out.

“Anything else?” she asked.

I could feel myself blushing. “I heard you tell her to make love to you,” I finally said, unable to bring myself to say “beg to fuck” to my mother. Now was my mother’s turn to take a deep breath.

“Ali doesn’t make love to me,” she told me. “She fucks me. She’s my Mistress and I am her sex slave.”

I sat there dumbfounded unable to react.

“I don’t expect you to understand, Susan,” she told me. “Just know she makes me happy. I’ve never known sexual pleasure like this, even with your father.”

“But daddy…” my words trailed off as I searched for the right way to express my feelings.

“Your father was a great man and I loved him very much. But I’ve always loved women too. I’m bisexual. At least I was when we were married. Now I’m only with women.”

“You cheated on daddy?” I exclaimed.

“No. Of course not,” she replied. “He knew and sometime participated.”

They had met in college much in the same way she anticipated I would meet my eventual husband. He was a Yale student with rich parents and grandparents.

“I don’t understand,” I told her. “When did you start being with women?”

“In college,” she replied. “It’s a great time to try new things. I had a threesome with your father and my roommate. The next night, I made love to just my roommate.”

“But what about Ali?” I inquired.

“I met her at a club,” she said.

“She’s not 21 yet?” I replied.

“This club doesn’t worry about that,” was her answer. “It’s more of a private club for likeminded people. I was looking for something the other women I dated couldn’t provide. Your dad was my dominant and after he died, I missed being able to be submissive. This club caters to dominance and submission. Like I said, I had been exclusive with women for years, but I needed a firm hand, so I went looking for a new Dom. What I found was Ali and the rest is history.”

My head was spinning. I was having a hard time accepting all my mom was confessing. She obviously could tell I was struggling.

“I know it’s hard to understand. Sometimes I struggle as well. But I know who I am and what I need. Ali gives me that.”

“What did she say on the çağlayan escort phone?” I asked her.

“She said you caught us and I was to confess to you the truth about me.”

“Anything else?” I added.

“When I resisted, she said she would leave me if I didn’t do it.”

“Wow,” was all I could say. After a pregnant pause, I added, “How will she know you did?”

“She knows I can’t lie to her. She will believe me when I tell her. But she also said she would be here at 4pm tomorrow. She’d like it if you were here to confirm my story, although she said she understood if you didn’t want to stay.”

“I don’t know,” I replied. “I just don’t know.”

That night I didn’t sleep well. I couldn’t turn my mind off from thinking about my mom. Part of me wanted to know more to make sure she was safe and part of me wanted to ignore Ali and just let my mom live her life. In the end, I decided to leave the house and go to a movie while Ali and mom had their fun. Then the next day I would go back to school and forget this weekend ever happened.

I told my mom I didn’t want to be in the house, and she understood. It was 3:30 and I was preparing to leave. The movie wasn’t until 4:30, but I didn’t want to be there when Ali arrived. I was in the living room and called up to my mom who was in her bedroom getting ready for her date. She yelled back down to please wait a minute. I did and soon she walked down the stairs wearing a silk teddy that extenuated her 45-year-old curves, showed an ample amount of cleavage and high heels. I was shocked. As I said earlier, before yesterday I had never thought of my mom as a sexual creature, but this outfit laid that fallacy to rest. I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, honey,” she said to me. “Ali likes me to dress very feminine.”

I shook my head again trying to clear it. “No, it’s fine mom. You look amazing. I just can’t believe you’re dressing like that for a girl my age. Isn’t that kind of embarrassing?”

“Well, yes. Sort of,” she replied. “I mean, that’s part of the attraction. The night we first met, she definitely used our age difference against me during her seduction.”

I put my fingers into my ears and said, “La la la la la. I don’t want to hear any more.”

But secretly I did want to hear more. I wanted to know what kind of hold this girl had over my mother. My mom began to give me more details of how Ali had seduced her at the club, and I noticed her nipples harden as she talked in glowing terms about her young temptress. It was clear there was a wet spot on the front of her panties too and I started to smell her arousal. I decided now was the opportune time to leave, but when I opened the door, Ali was standing there.

She was wearing an overcoat (weird) and still carrying her backpack. I didn’t move at first until she said, “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” That shook me from my shocked stance, and I backed away from the door. She came in and as I turned to look back at my mother, I saw that she was kneeling on the floor, looking down and had her hands behind her back.

“Obviously my pet told you about us,” Ali stated. “She’s a very good girl.”

I started to stammer out a response, but Ali just raised her hand. Then she handed me her backpack and took off her coat. She handed me that as well. I couldn’t move because I was staring at the black leather corset she was wearing along with the black fishnet stockings just peeking out of the tops of her thigh high leather bitch boots. I didn’t know what a Mistress was supposed to look like, but I suppose this was it.

“Be a dear and hang up my coat, will you,” Ali said as she took her backpack from my hand. I just nodded, unable to respond. I started to understand the grip she held on my mom. She was difficult to resist.

As I hung up her coat in the front closet, I watched as Ali pulled out a leather collar and chain leash, which she quickly and efficiently secured around my mom’s neck.

“Obviously she told you about me,” Ali said. “But did she give you any details?”

“No, not really,” I replied finally finding my voice.

“That’s cool. You can watch us if you want,” she continued.

I had not planned to stay long enough to even meet Ali again, but here I was watching her ass climb the stairs to my mom’s bedroom as she held the leash attached to my mom’s collar and my mom crawled on the floor behind her. It was definitely surreal.

When we reached Mom’s bedroom, Ali ordered her to prepare the cuffs. I watched my mom open her dresser drawer and remove four leather cuffs. She secured them to chains that were preinstalled to the legs of her bed. As she did that, Ali pulled over an easy chair that mom kept in a corner of the bedroom for reading and positioned it at the foot of the bed.

She pointed at it indicating I should sit. As I did, I saw my mom sitting on the bed with her legs spread wider than I would have thought she could while she attached the ankle cuffs binding her. She was more limber çapa escort that I predicted. I then watched her do the same with her left wrist and then Ali affixed the cuff for her right wrist. Quickly and efficiently she was bound spread eagle to her bed. Ali then told me what was going to happen.

“Yesterday was a pleasure day as you know,” she began. “Today I promised mommy a firm spanking, but since you’re here, Susan, I’m going to change things up.”

“But Mistress,” my mom whined. “You promised me a spanking today.”

“No sass from you, slave,” Ali hissed back. “You’ll get spanked when I decide and not before.”

She then turned back to me. “Your mom is such a little pain slut. She loves when I spank her and finger her between swats. She always cums so hard on my fingers.”

I was looked at my mom. She didn’t seem to be embarrassed in the least that Ali had described her that way. I wondered how many other people had seen her like this. If Ali wasn’t going to spank her, I wondered what she was going to do. I didn’t have to wait long as she walked over to my mom’s dresser and retrieved a riding crop. She then walked back to my mom, and with a swift flick of her wrist, struck her firmly on her belly. I knew the silk teddy would do little to protect her from the force of the crop. Surprisingly instead of crying out in pain, mom gave a contented little mew and then said, “Thank you, Mistress.”

I was stunned.

Ali continued slowly using the crop all over my mother’s body. Mom’s mews eventually gave way to moans and she thanked Ali for every strike. I could see the wet spot at the bottom of the teddy growing and mom’s arousal scent became more pronounced. Her nipples were rock hard, straining against the soft fabric of her lingerie. Even when Ali used the crop right on her nipples causing mom to arch her back, there were no signs of distress and that mom was enjoying nothing but pleasure. When Ali paused her assault to rub the crop against mom’s pussy, she begged for her to continue and for permission to cum. Ali just taunted her.

“Wouldn’t you be embarrassed to cum in front of your daughter because I cropped your clit?”

“Yes, Mistress, I would,” my mom replied. “But you know I need it. I crave your touch.”

“I’m her same age as Susan,” Ali continued. “It must be humiliating to be so needy in front of us. Did you know we used to compete for the same lovers?”

I watched as Ali tapped the crop on my mom’s clit. She wasn’t striking it, just lightly tapping it. I’d never been spanked, let alone cropped, but I knew that would drive me crazy. As aroused as my mom was right then, it must be driving her wild.

“Maybe we should ask Susan if she thinks you deserve to cum?” Ali said with a mocking tone.

“Please don’t involve me in this,” I replied, although my own wet panties told me I was already involved.

“I understand,” Ali replied. “Do me a favor though,” she asked me. “In my backpack is a curved vibrator. Could you grab it for me?”

“Sure,” I replied not realizing I was helping her tease my mom. It was just somebody asking for assistance, which I would normally always help. Mom apparently understood something I did not because she said, “Please not that,” as Ali continued to use the crop on her thighs and then back on her nipples. That quieted my mom down, at least from complaining as the moans and thank yous returned. I sat back down and held out the vibrator.

“Scooch that chair a little closer to the bed,” Ali told me. I did it without thinking as I continued to hold the vibrator. I watched as Ali placed the handle of the crop in my mother’s mouth and told her to hold it there. She then moved closer to me and unsnapped the two buttons at the bottom of my mom’s teddy.

“Look how wet and puffy her pussy gets when I punish her,” Ali instructed me. I leaned forward as she took the vibrator from my hand. I was leaning on the foot of the bed. My face was about even with her ankles. Ali was right. Her pussy was definitely enjoying being under Ali’s control. I didn’t realize it at the time, but I was slowly becoming under her control as well.

I heard the vibrator turn on and I watched Ali, holding the vibe in her right hand, slide it into my mom’s pussy. It was easy for her to do as mom’s wet folds enveloped the toy. My eyes were completely focused between my mom’s legs as Ali now began rubbing mom’s clit with her left hand. Mom moaned again.

“She won’t last long,” Ali told me. “Move a little closer so you can get a good view when she cums.”

I should have run away. At a minimum I should have moved the chair back and resisted. But I didn’t. I leaned further up the bed until my face was about even with mom’s knees. All I could see was the vibe being held in her pussy and her Mistress vigorously rubbing mom’s clit back and forth with her whole hand. Ali looked like she was putting a lot of pressure on it too. Mom’s hips were moving side to side as much as the chains would allow. Her sounds were becoming more primal. Whatever she had objected to when I got the vibrator was long forgotten. I’d never watched someone up close and personal when they came. Then again, guys usually came in my mouth or in a condom so there wasn’t much to see. This was very different, and I couldn’t turn away. Ali knew my mom was close and began to taunt her again.

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