“Come on,” I said. “You know you want a taste.”
Mother didn’t need to be encouraged a second time. She dipped her face down and kissed me square on the opening to my holiest of holies. Her breath was hot and rapid as Arthur’s knot ground around inside her, and for a moment I thought that alone might have me twitching in orgasm. When her tongue slid along my slit and dipped into me just enough to find my clitoris, I arch my back and grabbed my own breasts, feeling erotic, incestuous lightning firing through my body every which way.
“Wow,” Miriam breathed.
Mother’s tongue felt incredible, and her soft lips, coated with my juices, were pure heaven. She wasn’t just pleasuring me or trying to get me to orgasm as quickly as possible. She was making love to me. I could feel it in the way she took her time to find my favorite spots and tease them, stoking inside of me an erotic fire that began to burn out of control. I lost control of my limbs, feeling them tremble at my sides, unable to perform anything but the most basic function. I raised my head a little and our eyes met. Her gaze burned into mine and I saw for the first time what she had wanted all along. It wasn’t submission or servitude. It wasn’t video or my body. It was me. She wanted me, and she had me. And I had her.
“Mom!” I cried out. “Mommy! Yes!”
Orgasm wracked my body, and I thought I might pass out. Her lips and tongue continued to work on me, and I came again in rapid succession. And there it was: a smile, a genuine smile. Had she broken? I still don’t know, even to this day.
When I eventually pulled myself away, I curled up on the floor panting watching her orgasm again as Arthur’s knot and gigantic member slipped from her.
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“So…?” Miriam said, as Mother sat up on her knees.
We had unchained her hands and knees, had unclasped the leash from her collar, and were working on the foot bindings. The last of Arthur’s cum dropped out of her.
“It was amazing,” she said. After a long pause. “I just wish it had been under better circumstances.”
“No,” Miriam said. “We have your word that you’ll leave Dee and me alone?”
“Not exactly,” she said.
Miriam looked as if she was about to tell the dogs to attack her, but I shot her a look.
“We can make a supercut of this, if you like,” Miriam said. “And we can post it around the internet.”
Mother put a hand on my girlfriend’s shoulder. “Go ahead,” Mother said. “With the first part, at least. I’ll help. I used to be a TV producer, you know.”
When she kissed Miriam on the lips, the girl’s eyes were a flurry of confusion. “I don’t understand,” Miriam said.
I did, but I didn’t want to spoil it for her.
“Darling,” she said. “You’re going to see much more of me from now on. Much more. After all, you helped my daughter become the woman she is today. I’ll have to find ways to thank you.”
I realize this sounds insane to someone on the outside, but for the three of us in that moment, it was transcendent.
Mother continued, “And you both, with a little help, reminded me of who I used to be, which is very much like you, dear. Free. And now, again, I’m free.”
“Thank you, Mother,” I said.
“Danielle—Dani,” she corrected herself. “You don’t have to be so formal. Not anymore. There was something nice about the way you called me ‘mommy’ and ‘mom’ when you came.”
“Thanks, mommy,” I said.
“Or mom.”
We all laughed in relief, love, and exhaustion.
“Gee, thanks mom.”