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Tango on the Razor’s Edge Ch. 05

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Chapter 5/27: Nicki Submits to Dan

The story so far:

Nick yielded to his submissive side and formally submitted to his wife, accepting her affair with his boss and his role as her cuckold.


The next morning was Sunday, which we usually spent hanging out in our pajamas. Holly and I invariably cuddled on the couch while the girls flopped in the recliners. That morning Holly insisted that I wear the gold necklace identifying me as a cuckold so the girls could easily see it. She also had me wear silky pink pajamas from the stash Darlene had picked out the day before. They were feminine while being modest enough to cover the cage.

“Are you serious?” I asked.

“Did you forget who you are talking to?” she responded.

“No, of course not, but the girls are going to be down there.”

“Of course they are, and you’re going to be down there wearing your pink pajamas because that’s what I told you to do.”

I shook my head in disgust.

“Did you forget what you committed to last night, or was it all a joke to you?”

“No, My Goddess. I remember. It wasn’t a joke. I’m just surprised by what you want me to do.”

“Well, that isn’t your concern, is it?”

“No, My Goddess.”

“That’s a good girl. Now get dressed so we can go downstairs and show the girls how pretty you are.”

Chris shook her head when she saw what I was wearing. “Really, Mom? Do you have to rub this in our faces first thing in the morning?”

Holly laughed, “I guess. It makes me so happy that I want to shout it from the mountain tops.”

“How do you think it makes Dad feel?”

She held my hand and said, “Your dad’s happy when I’m happy, aren’t you?”

I shook my head again as I said, “Yes, My Goddess.”

Cathryn laughed and said, “Oh, you’re his goddess. I love it. There’s no misogyny or rape culture in this house.”

Chris rolled her eyes and went back to her phone.

I tried to relax, but I was so self-conscious that I couldn’t concentrate on what I was reading. Eventually, Holly asked, “How about French toast for breakfast?” and after an enthusiastic response from the girls, she lifted off of me so that I could get up. She said, “Off you go.”

I replied, “I thought you were making French toast.”

“Cooking is your job now, Sweetie.”

The girls looked at one another and smirked.

I asked, “All the cooking?”

“We talked about this, Sweetie. Do you want to go over it again in front of the girls?”

I didn’t want to discuss my submission or have Holly call me her housewife in front of the girls, so I got up and went into the kitchen. At first, I felt pangs of resentment as I set to work, but being servile to the woman who was cuckolding me was strangely erotic. It was sort of like a rape fantasy: objectively repugnant yet undeniably arousing. My cock strained at the cage as I maneuvered through the kitchen, wearing the pink apron. I felt degraded and objectified as I prepared the eggs and fried the toast. For some reason, my servile humiliation enhanced my dark appetites. I imagined myself dressed as a woman with my legs spread wide while Holly drove her strapon deep into my boi-pussy. I thought of her fingernails ripping at my back while I pushed my ass onto her phallus, and I dreamt of the salty pearl of cum that collected at the tip of my cage. I looked up to see her smiling at me as I poured the orange juice, and I wondered if she knew what I was thinking about.

Breakfast went smoothly until Holly received a text. After reading it, she said, “I’ve got a date tonight.”

I asked, “Tonight?”

“Yes, Dan has tickets to the opera. We’re flying to Chicago, so he’s going to pick me up at 2:00.”

Chris shook her head while Cathryn smiled. I felt like I’d been kicked in the gut. The girls were back on their phones within seconds. I was left to deal with the events that were about to unfold.

Holly said, “Oh, don’t give me that sad face. You knew this was coming.” She was right, there was no false advertising or bait and switch with Holly, but that didn’t take the edge off of her selfishness. Rather than argue or fall into self-pity, I kept my cool. I stood up and began to clear the table. The girls escaped the tension by taking their phones upstairs, which left Holly alone at the table. In a conciliatory tone, she said, “Thanks for breakfast.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied without looking up from the dishes.

“Maybe I’ll come home tonight with a tasty treat for you.”

I didn’t know if she was suffering from wishful thinking or making polite conversation, but there was no way she would race back from Chicago to come home to me. Instead of objecting, I played along. I smiled and said, “That would be nice.”

She got up and crossed the kitchen to stand behind me. One of her arms wrapped around my waist while the other cupped my balls. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Finally, getting to eat another man’s cum from the yoni of your goddess. You’d plant your face between my legs and lick while you thought about his cock spreading the pedals of my feminine flower before it filled canlı bahis my void with its white seed.”

I’d stopped washing the dishes mid-plate and turned the water off. My cock pulsated against its metal restraint while I imagined the taste of Dan’s cum on my tongue. What was wrong with me? Why did I crave her torment?

Her hot breath blew over my ear. “A few days ago, you might have wished that it was your cock that was inside of me, but now you know that your cock is in a better place when it’s locked away. Now you know that it’s better to be fucked than it is to fuck.”

I stammered, afraid to acknowledge what she’d said might be right.

“You dream of being bent over with my dick in your ass, and you love the feel of your cock straining at its cage, don’t you?”

I was afraid to move.

She pressed her lips close to my ear and whispered, “Go ahead. Say it.”

I leaned my head back into her ear and said, “l love it when you fuck me. I love how your dick makes my boi-cunt burn, and I love how my cock throbs at the bite of my cage. I love it all.” I pressed my ass back into her groin and continued, “Please, Goddess, please take me now.”

“Oh Nicki, How did I miss that you were such a sissy? I should have been fucking you from the day we were married.” She patted my caged cock and said, “I would love to fuck you now, but I’ve got to get ready for the opera. Come upstairs and help me get dressed.”

I left the dishes in the sink and followed her upstairs to our bedroom. She rifled through her closet, selected a few dresses, then evaluated herself in the mirror. She held a red dress up, looked in the mirror, held up a black alternative, and looked in the mirror again. She thought for a few moments and then said, “Warm up the shower for me.”

I turned on the shower, adjusted the temperature, then returned to her. “Do you need anything else?”

She smiled at my ignorance and softly said, “Take off your clothes and wait for me in the shower.”

“I’m sorry, I misunderstood.”

Holly smiled. “It’s alright. You’ll get the hang of it.”

She went back to comparing dresses while I went to the shower to wait. It wasn’t long before I saw her misty form through the steamy glass of the shower door. She slipped out of her nightgown then opened the door to join me. She took my spot in the warm water, lifted her arms, and turned to rinse off her body. Without looking at me, she said, “You may lather me up.”

I did as she commanded by sliding my lathered hands over the smooth skin of her neck. My hands slid down her lithe shoulders, followed the length of her arms to the tips of her fingers. My hands returned to her neck and then slalomed the muscular contours of her back, looping under her arms to cup her buoyant breasts. I skipped her pussy and ass to lather the long line of her legs down to her feet.

I was washing her feet when she said, “It’s important that you’re involved in getting me ready for my lover. It will become a ritual for us that reinforces your role as the cuckold. As you become more comfortable with who you are, you’ll learn to enjoy it, the same way you’re learning to enjoy the cage your cock is in.”

I shook my head. “I don’t think I can do this full time.”

Holly smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry about that. All you need to do is believe that my happiness leads to your happiness. The rest will take care of itself.”

I hoped she knew what she was doing, but rather than press any further, I asked, “Would you like me to wash your pussy?”

“Do you mean my yoni?”

“Please forgive me. Would you like me to wash your yoni, My Goddess?”

She took hold of the rail and put one foot up on the side of the tub to give me access. “That would be nice.”

The ruddy color of her pussy’s swollen flesh told me she was hot, but I couldn’t tell if she was excited by her date with Dan or me preparing her for her date. I massaged the engorged flesh with my soap-slippery fingers. I sensuously worked up a lather, being careful not to force the soap into her vagina.

Once her pussy was sudsy, she turned and said, “I want you to take care of my ass too. Dan wants to take it tonight.”

“I didn’t realize you liked that.”

“Oh, I don’t, but I’m sure Dan would love it, and keeping Dan happy makes both me and you happy, doesn’t it?”

I said, “Yes, My Goddess,” as I spread her perfectly-formed ass cheeks to expose her dark hole.

“You’ve never taken my ass, have you?”

“No, My Goddess.” Her ass had always been off-limits to me, so it was with a heavy heart that I slid my middle finger across it.

“Does it bother you that he’s going to take something that you’ve never had, or do you like it that the man who was cuckolding you is taking me in ways that you never could?”

Humiliation and self-loathing welled up inside me, but I responded with restraint: “It would bother me.”

“Why would that bother you when you’re willing to let him cuckold you?”

I tried to keep my composure and yet be honest. “Because he’s getting everything, and I’m going to end up kaçak iddaa with nothing.”

She took my chin in her hand and forced me to look her in the eyes. “That’s because you never asked for anything. You never let me know what you wanted, so I never gave it to you.”

I shook my head. “That’s not fair. You’ve always insisted on being in charge. I just assumed that you’d bring it up if it was something you wanted.”

“But what about what you wanted? Were you ever going to open up and ask for what you wanted?”

I rubbed my soapy finger over her asshole while I took a moment to build up my courage. “Can I please take your ass, My Goddess?”

Holly smiled down at me, “How are you going to take my ass when your cock is locked in a cage?”

It wasn’t the ‘No,’ that I’d feared, but it wasn’t a ‘Yes,’ either. “I’ll take it like you took mine when you gave me the blowjob in the kitchen.”

“The gay blowjob?”

I looked up hopefully, “Yes, My Goddess.”

She smiled wickedly and said, “Shave me for Dan first. If you do a good job, I’ll think about it.”

I applied a generous layer of shave cream and then carefully touched the razor to her delicate skin. She froze as I slowly traced the contours of her body with the razor.

Holly said, “I’m sure Dan will appreciate how careful you’re being.”

Without breaking my concentration, I said, “I guess I’m happy if you and Dan are happy.”

She adjusted her position so I could shave the other side and then held still. As I finished up, she said, “Now be a good girl and check for stubble.”

The warm water from the shower struck the back of my head as I touched my tongue to her tender flesh. I knew the shave was close enough after a few long licks, but her skin was so smooth and so inviting that I didn’t want to stop. After licking the area I’d shaved, I licked the soft, smooth skin surrounding her succulent slit. I thought she might chastise me for being so bold. Instead, she placed her hand on my head, thrust her hips forward, and said, “There’s a good girl, cherish your goddess’s yoni.”

I licked the folds of her labia, probed deeply into her cunt, and nibbled playfully at her clit, while I slid my hand up her inner thigh towards her ass. My hand spread its cheeks, passing lightly over her asshole.

Just as my fingers landed on her tight sphincter, she pulled at my hair, disengaging my face from her pussy. “What are you doing?”

“Would it please My Goddess if I probed your ass while I savored your glorious yoni?”

She smiled as a mother might smile to a confused child and said, “No, Sweetie, my body is for Dan now. You don’t get to do that anymore.”

“But you said that I could’ve had your ass if I’d asked.”

“Yes, you might have been able to take my ass a few months ago, but that time has come and gone. Now Dan is my man. He puts his dick and his fingers wherever he chooses. You are my princess. You wear a cage and do as you’re told.”

“I thought you said I was still on the team.”

She gently stroked my hair. “Oh, Sweetie, you are on the team, but your role has changed. You need to get used to pleasing me in other ways. You do a good job worshiping my yoni with your tongue, and you’re doing a nice job getting me ready for Dan, but you should stop thinking of yourself as my husband. You’re now my slave, and your job is to make me and my lovers happy.” She smiled brightly. “You see?”

My situation was worse than I thought, but there was no renegotiating it now, so I replied, “Yes, My Goddess.”


We’d spent so long in the shower that we had to hurry to get her ready by 2:00. I helped her dry her hair, and then she had me get dressed to entertain Dan while he waited for her. “Wear that black dress that Darlene picked out for you with the heels and everything, and make sure you wear that collar that Mr. Farsadi made.”

I pondered my rapidly deteriorating stature with Dan and Holly as I put on the stockings, garter belt, panties, and camisole. Holly quickly applied some lipstick and mascara, which turned out better than I expected. I probably would have been a convincing female bodybuilder with heavier makeup and the right haircut. As it was, I was an attractive crossdresser.

The doorbell rang just as Holly was finishing up with my makeup. She said, “Go entertain Dan while I finish getting dressed.” As I was leaving the room, she said, “Wait a minute.” I paused with the door handle in my hand. “Make sure you formally invite him in. Don’t just hold the door open for him.”

“What? Is this a vampire thing? I have to invite him into the house?”

“Yes, something like that. You are inviting Dan to take your place as my lover. It has to be done correctly.”

“I thought he’d already taken my place.”

“He has, and you’ve invited him in each time. You just didn’t realize what was happening.”

How had I been so blind? Rather than dwell on it, I said, “Yes, My Goddess,” as I turned to go downstairs.

“And don’t forget to call him, ‘Sir.'”


I opened the door to find Dan confident and kaçak bahis relaxed, wearing an expensive-looking tuxedo.

I said, “Holly’s not quite ready. Would you please come in?” as I held the door open for him.

He said, “Well, don’t you look nice.”

“Are you fucking with me?”

He smiled slyly and said, “No, that dress looks good on you. Turn around.” After I turned in front of him, he patted me on the rear and said, “You’ve got great legs and a tight little ass. You’re going to make some lucky guy happy one day.”

“You are fucking with me.”

He touched my throat and asked, “What’s that around your neck?” He inspected the necklace and then smiled broadly, “How did she convince you to wear that?”

“She said it would save our marriage.”

“She told you that dressing up like a woman and wearing that placard declaring you’re a cuckold would save your marriage?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He almost laughed. “Yes, Sir? Oh, I like that.” His mood became more severe, and he said, “But seriously, Holly’s husband doesn’t wear a dress. He dresses like me, in a tux. He takes her nice places and shows her a good time. You’re her ex-husband. Your marriage is finished in every way but the paperwork.”

I shook my head. “No. She told me this is what she wanted. She made all the arrangements and picked everything out.”

Dan laughed out loud. “How can you be so naive? She’s just playing for the endgame, where she dumps you with some faggot so she can divorce you because you’re gay.”

“No. We have a good life.”

“If you had such a good life, why would she run off with me every chance she gets? You know, don’t you? Because I’m a man and I give her what she wants. I can take her to nice restaurants and stay in fancy hotels.” He waved his arms around the living room and said, “My hot tub costs more than this pile of sticks you call a house. It’s time for you to wake up and smell the coffee; you’re finished.”

I was in no position to argue with him, so I changed the subject, “Yes, Sir. You’re probably right. She’ll be down in a few minutes. Can I get you a drink while you wait?”

Dan studied my face for a moment, then said, “I’ll take a bourbon and seven.” He took a seat on the sofa and made himself comfortable while I prepared his drink. He said, “Holly tells me that you’re going to keep working for me.”

“Yes, Sir. That’s the plan.” I answered over my shoulder.

“What about Holly? You won’t make a big palaver about it on the floor, will you?”

“She’s a grown woman. She can see whoever she wants.”

“That’s a mighty big of you. Are you sure you’re alright with that?”

“Holly and I have been talking about it all weekend. I think this is for the best.”

“You’re probably right. You’ll probably both be happier that way.”

I handed him his drink and sat down across from him. He told me about the show they were going to see, where they were going to have dinner, and which hotel they would stay in. He’d booked the penthouse, which had a spectacular view of the city and the lake. Their return flight was early the next morning, so they wouldn’t miss much work on Monday. I asked a few questions to fill in the details, then the conversation digressed into issues we were dealing with at work.

When Holly finally came downstairs, she looked ravishing in the red dress with her long black hair, killer cleavage, and lace-clad legs in heels. Dan said, “You look spectacular,” as he stood to greet her. She crossed the room to him and wrapped her arms around his back. Her head tipped back, and one foot lifted from the floor as her neck stretched to meet his lips, then she kissed him deeply.

My pathetic, cage-bound cock throbbed as I watched my boss’s hands explore my wife’s beautiful body. I’d known that they were lovers, but it hadn’t really hit home until that moment. Rather than torture myself by watching their display of affection, I did what a cuckold would do: put the glasses in the dishwasher and then turned to go upstairs. As I crossed the room, Holly broke off their kiss and said, “Doesn’t Nicki look delicious?”

Dan released his grasp on her, leaving a single hand on her ass. “I was just telling him how nice he looked.”

Holly corrected him, “Nicki is a woman now. She’s a her.”

Dan almost laughed again. He composed himself and said, “I’m sorry, I meant no offense.”

I shook my head. “Don’t worry about it. I’m still getting used to it myself.”

I was about to complete my exit from the living room when my wife said, “Why don’t we sit down for a few moments and get to know one another.”

“I think we all know one another,” Dan objected.

Holly smiled and reassuringly stroked his arm. “Let’s share a few minutes with Nicki.”

“I’d like to, but we’ve got a flight to catch, and Nicki and I already had a nice chat while we were waiting, didn’t we, Nicki?”

Before I could say anything, Holly took control. “Let’s just talk for a few minutes.” She led Dan to the sofa and had him sit down next to her. She pointed to a chair for me and then smiled and stroked Dan’s leg as I carefully sat down, keeping my posture erect and my knees together. She fingered the key dangling from her neck with her free hand and said, “You look super hot tonight, Sweetie. I’m sure you’d have no trouble getting laid if your little man weren’t locked up.”

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Morally Ambivalent Mother Ch. 03

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** This is a work of fiction. It contains absolutely no truth — even the bits that sound plausible. The characters in this story are not based on any real persons, nor is the story based on any real events. It’s a story people, enjoy it for it is. **

** This story is about incest between a mother and her son — both of whom are adults. If you don’t like this subject matter, move along. **


I didn’t go back inside the house. I expected, or hoped, that Sona would call me again with some saucy details about what was happening. It was excruciating, knowing that something profound, taboo and incredibly erotic was taking place and I wouldn’t be there to see it.

I made an excuse to my wife that I was going to the shops. That would buy me an hour or two. I went and sat in the car and locked all the doors. I took out my phone and just stared at it. Nothing.

I don’t know how long I held it in front of me, dumbly thinking that it would ring just on my expectation alone. Truth is, I had no idea she would call back at all. If anything had happened, she would probably not call me back any time soon. Maybe not even today.

My perverted mind conjured up all sorts of sexy scenarios for Sona and Mobeen. I resisted the urge to play with my cock, uncomfortably erect as it was in my jeans.

I almost called her, as dumb as I knew that course of action would be. If anything was happening, my call would definitely kill the mood. Or maybe not. I didn’t know. My mind was racing and I could feel my hands trembling with excitement. Shit, I just needed to get a hold of myself and calm down.

I turned on the radio and tried my best to listen in on some music. It was difficult at first but after a couple of my favourite tunes came on, I began to relax, began to think about something else. I’m not sure when it happened, probably by the 4th or 5th song that I found myself tiring and my eyelids getting heavy…


I sat bolt upright in a panic. For a moment I didn’t know where I was. My mind turned quickly to the shrill chirping of my phone and I picked it up without even looking at the display.

“Hi.. It’s me.” Came the whisper. In my dizzy confusion my mind raced to attach the voice to a name, to a face, to a person. “Are you there?”

“Yeah I’m here. Sorry I drifted off.” I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I settled into my seat, excited to hear what further developments had taken place with Sona and her son.

“Where are you?” She asked.

“Does that matter?”

“No, I guess not.”

“I’m in my car if you must know. I had the feeling you might call back again. I can’t talk inside. Wifey will get too suspicious.”

“Aww, so you went and sat in the car and waited, just in case I called. That’s so nice of you. I don’t know anyone that’s this kind to me.”

“Forget it, it’s nothing… really”

“No, its not nothing. It’s really touching.” There was a genuine gratitude in her voice as she thanked me, though I’m not sure whether I deserved it or not. My motivations with Sona have always been less than honourable despite my actions towards her.

“Anyway, forget about that. What happened? Why are you calling me anyway? I take it you’re stuck again?”

“You could say that. I’m upstairs again.”

“What’s the problem, what went wrong?”

“I don’t know. I did what you said. I went downstairs without my panties.”


“God it was so exciting. I was so hot just knowing I was naked down there. Just the thought of him seeing me was probably more exciting than when he did see me!”

“So he saw your pussy then?”

“Yeah!” She replied, excitedly. “But there’s more to it.”

“More? Why, what happened? What did he say? What did you do???”

“He didn’t actually say anything. I mean we didn’t talk about it or anything like that.”

“So how do you know he saw your lady bits? Were you showing them off to him??”

“I was shamelessly parading them for him like a dirty slut!” She exclaimed, her tone carried obvious frustration.

“So how did it all happened then? Tell ME!!!!” I demanded.

“Well it wasn’t like I walked in there and lifted up my skirt or anything. At first I did what you said. I walked in, sat down, talked for bit and kept making excuses to get up again. I kept coming in and leaving the room. I could tell he was checking me out. It made me so fucking horny doing that!”


“Well each time I got up, I kinda tried to make my skirt ride up a little.”

“You naughty little mynx, you were trying to flash your pussy at him!” I teased.

“Sort of, but you wont believe what I did next!”

“What? What? Tell meeee!”

“Well I asked if he wanted to watch some TV and he just sort of grunted. I think he was a bit speechless with my display.” She chuckled to herself before she continued. “Well I put it on anyway and the digibox was on some boring channel. I looked around for the remote but couldn’t find it. So I went to switch it manually.”

“OK… and?”

“Well, you know where the digibox is!”

My mind searched for a moment before she Escort bayan ended up telling me anyway.

“It’s on the floor. Under the telly!” She said.


“Well, use your imagination!! I went down to switch channels. I didn’t even think about what I was doing. I was doing it already before I realised.”

“What? What did you realise?”

“God you are so dumb today!”

“What? WHAT?? For fuck’s sakes just tell me!”

“I was bent over, on the floor, on my hands and knees, messing with the buttons on the digibox….bum in the air…. You get the idea?”

“OOOOHHHHHH….” The realisation struck me like a 4 tonne truck hitting a brick wall. I couldn’t believe I was being so blind.

“YES FUCKING OHHHH! Fucking hell you’re really being dumb today!”

“Sorry, sorry. I’m not there so you gotta forgive me. I’m trying to piece together what’s happening from your bloody cryptic phone calls! Anyway, so you’re on the floor, bum in the air… waving your pussy around…”

“I just froze. I mean genuinely froze when I realised what I was doing.”

“What did he do?”

“Nothing. The room was fucking dead for… I don’t know how long. Everything was just frozen! There was I was, bum in the air putting on a show for Mobeen. Fuck, it was the single kinkiest things I’ve ever done in my life!”

“So what happened next? Did you get up?”

“No I stayed there. I didn’t dare get up. I felt so embarrassed, I didn’t have the guts to get up. I was so scared I might see the look on his face.”

“So you just stayed there like that?”


“Giving your son a big fucking eyeful of mummy’s pussy?”

“I pretended to be switching the channels but I really don’t know what fucking buttons I was pressing. I then sat up and dumbly just stared at a blue screen. I didn’t know what I was doing; I was in some kind of daze. It’s bizarre. I just can’t explain it.”

“So what happened next?”

“Well he then asked if I needed any help. I don’t know what answer I gave but next thing I know he’s on the floor next to me.”

“So you’re both on the floor in front of the TV now?”

“Yeah, I’m just kneeling now, sitting upright. I remember feeling the cold from my leather boots against my bum. Mobeen was sitting next to me, just looking at the digibox. My heart was pounded having him right next to me like that. I felt like I was going to feint if he tried to touch me or anything like that.”

“Well, seeing as you didn’t feint and you’re now talking to me, I can only imagine that didn’t happen. So what DID happen next?”

“It was surreal. He then went down to start messing with the digibox. I couldn’t believe it. I was sitting there, a bundle of nerves ready to explode, my pussy drooling and making a mess all over the back of my boots. My chest was heaving and my heart was pounding. I even looked down and I could see my nipples making two stiff bumps in the sweater fabric.”

“I don’t believe that. He’s right next to you. You’re this steaming pile of ‘take me now and fuck me’ and he doesn’t do anything? He doesn’t even reach across and slip he’s hands between your legs?”

“I wish! I don’t understand. I told you, I’d probably have feinted anyway. I was so in heat just then I didn’t know what I’d do!”

“So what did happen then? He’s messing with the digibox now and you’re quietly sitting there with a buzzing coochie… what actually happened next?!?!”

“He sat up and asked me to have another look.”


“My mind and turned to mush at that point. I remember hearing him the first time but not understanding. He had to ask me a second time before I realised.”

“So he’s basically asking you to bend over, right? That’s what you wanted, isn’t it? Mobeen’s pretty much asking you to flash him again.”

“Yeah, but he’s obviously too shy to say it like that.”

“So what did you do?”

“I was panting at that stage. He must’ve been able to tell. My chest was heaving like I was having an asthma attack. It was so fucking exciting. And scary at the same time.”


“For a moment, I thought about making it sexy. About looking at him as I did, smiling as I leaned forward again. Trying to put on a seductive face. You know, making it obvious that I was flashing him my pussy and that it wasn’t some accident. But I couldn’t do it. I didn’t even have the guts to look him in the face let alone smile at him.”

“So… you didn’t do it then?” I asked, disheartened.

“No, I did!”

“Really?” I perked up again.

“Yeah! I don’t know how I managed it but, God, it was so fucking exciting to do it.”

“Tell me, tell me tell ME!!”

“I remember feeling a bit sick, from the nerves and everything but I still did it. I leaned forward slowly and pushed my bum out. I even had the guts to arch my back into a bit of a sexy pose. I give him a proper show of my coochie!”

“HAHAHA really???”

“Yep. It’s funny, I got into a sexy pose and almost forgot that I was supposed to be pretending to get the digibox to work!” Sona chuckled delightfully. “So I started to press Bayan escort buttons on the digibox. Random buttons. I don’t know what I was doing. All I could remember was to keep my back arched and my bum pushed out, hoping that Mobeen was getting a right eyeful!”

“Did he look?”

“I didn’t look back at him. I still didn’t have the guts. But I felt him shuffle back a bit so it was obvious he was trying to get a better view. I just stayed where I was, shamelessly parading my cunt to him. God, I’m so bad!”

“Fuck, you are one sexy bitch!”

“It was fucking INTENSE!”

“So what happened next?”

“Well nothing. That’s the problem. Nothing happened. I don’t know how long I stayed like that, mindlessly mashing the buttons on the digibox. At one point I could actually feel a trail of juice leak out from me and run down my thigh. He must have seen it. Fuck I felt every fucking inch of that trail run down my leg, it was torture feeling it tickle all the way down to my knees.”

“Fuck, what’s wrong with him??”

“I don’t know. I was gagging for him to make a move or something but he didn’t. I’d have let him do anything to me at that moment. ANYTHING. Everything from my fantasies. All of it. Even stuff I’d never have thought of.”

“Really? Even something like anal?”

“Sweetheart, when a woman is so insanely turned on and gagging for it, she’ll do ANYTHING. That was me at that point. I’d give him anything he wanted, no matter how nasty are crude. Fuck anal! I’d have fucking licked his bumhole and drunk his piss!”

“Eeughh” I spat as I grimaced at the thought.

“Telling me! I’ve never been so fucking turned on or gagging for it. But what can I say. He didn’t do anything.”

“So what ultimately happened then?”

“While I was still there, wet pussy up in the air, in a desperate ‘fuck me’ pose, he just got up and left.”


“He shuffled around a bit, I could tell he was feeling some discomfort from his cock and then he got up and went to the bathroom.”

“He must have wanked in the toilet.”

“I know. Such a fucking waste.”

“What did you do?”

“I was surprised. I felt rejected. I got up and came to speak to you, you fucker. Try and get an explanation on what the fuck is going on here? I’ve got a cunt streaming juices down my thighs and a son that’s unloading he’s spunk in the loo! It should have been me! He should be fucking cumming it in me!! What the fuck is going on here??!?!?”

There was genuine outrage in her voice, even as she struggled desperately to keep to a whisper.

“Look, look, calm down. There’s got to be an explanation.”

“Well let’s here it Freud!”

I wracked my brains for some kind of answer but in honesty had nothing.

“I don’t know, ok. I’ve got no idea.”

“That’s a fat lot of fucking good. You know how fucking embarrassed I feel? Getting all dressed up like this? I fucking went down and showed off my coochie to my eldest son and got rejected, you prick! You have any idea how that feels?”

“Look, just calm down…”

“Fuck you!” She snorted “I told you. You wouldn’t fucking listen but I told you all the way back then. I told you it wasn’t like that. That whole fucking threesome thing. That was him coming to me for advice! He wanted fucking advice you fucking knob. He wasn’t asking me to join in with him and Karen you fucking pervert!”

“Look, I didn’t know that, ok.” I was really starting to feel like shit now.

“Damn right you didn’t fucking know. But that didn’t stop you from leading me down this path did it. That didn’t stop you from putting all those gross fucking ideas in my head. For fuck’s sakes, he’s my son! My SON!! I’ve been having fantasies about my own son, you prick and it’s your fault you fucker!”

“Hey now, wait a minute. This wasn’t my idea, bitch! I didn’t tell you to fucking seduce your son! I told you all along that what you do is your decision. I’m not the one with the fucked up moral compass. You are. Fuck you!”

“Fuck you!” She spat. “Everything was fine between me and him and now you’ve gone and fucked it all up, you cunt. I’m never going to forgive you for this, never going…….”


I heard a distinctly male voice on the line at that point and for a moment the universe froze in time.

“Oh, oh hi sweetheart, you ok?” Sona wasn’t talking to me. I don’t know if she even realised I was still on the line. She’d pressed the hands free button on her phone when I’m quite sure she’d wanted to press the ‘call end’. For a surreal moment I was overhearing their private conversation.

“Uhm, yeah mum, I’m fine. Who’re you talking to? I heard you screaming and shouting. Is everything ok?”

“Oh sweetheart, it’s fine. It’s nothing. I’m fine….You… You got changed?”

“Yeah. I figured I’d take a shower. I’m all smelly form the journey here and everything. I didn’t get a chance to shower this morning. Just came straight here.”

“Oh… You… You went to take a shower…”

“Yeah… Sorry about that. I just of left without saying anything downstairs… I uhm…”

“Oh sweetheart, Escort that’s ok. I thought it was something else.”


“Never mind, it doesn’t matter now babes. You look so gorgeous, fresh out of the shower.”

“Oh… thanks mum… you uhm… you look great too… great”

“Ahh, oh.. ha-ha… oh, thanks babes. It’s something I just threw on… I thought it might be a bit of a surprise…makes a change from usual.”

There was such a sweet awkwardness to their conversation. I wish I could have been there to see it. For now though, I was satisfied to listen in to it with the ‘mute’ button pressed at my end.

“Oh don’t worry about it… I mean, I don’t mind how you look… I mean… I mean you look nice now. Not that you don’t; look nice always…” Mobeen was stumbling over his words like a nervous schoolboy.

“Oh sweetheart…” Sona chuckled playfully. “Thanks for the compliment. It feels nice to have been noticed. I’m glad you like what I’m wearing.”

“It’s fantastic, Mum! I mean, it looks great on you!”

“Thanks sweetie. I’m glad you like it… I picked it out especially…” Sona’s voice dropped to a more seductive tone.

“Really!! Wow. I thought maybe you were already dressed up for something. I thought you were expecting… uhm.. Your boyfriend to come over or something.”

“What? Never! I’d never wear something like this in front of Tariq. Besides, he’s not my boyfriend anyway!”

“Oh.. err.. Sorry mum. I didn’t mean to say that you’re dressed.. err… I just thought you might be expecting someone. You look great. I felt a bit awkward at first because I thought I was imposing. I thought maybe I should have come in the evening instead.”

“No sweetheart, I’m so glad you came. I’m so happy you’re here. You thought I was all dressed up for someone?”

“Well yeah. I mean, usually you’re not dressed up like this.”

“Oh sweetheart, you’re such a darling. No babes, I’m not expecting anyone at all today. I’ve just been waiting for you. I’ve been getting ready all morning, tidying the place, getting… myself ready.”

“I was hoping that was why… uhm… I thought it might be when… well, that business with the digibox downstairs…”

“Oh babes, don’t; remind me about that. I feel so embarrassed. I had no idea… I was….”

“No, no mum… don’t be embarrassed. It’s ok… please don’t be embarrassed. You don’t have anything to be embarrassed about…. I’m the one that should be ashamed of myself.”

“Oh why sweetheart? You haven’t done anything wrong…. Have you?”

There was silence in the room for a moment.

“Sweetheart, don’t be shy, you can tell me. You know you can tell me anything.”

“Well uhm… I couldn’t help it. It was difficult not to look. I feel so stupid mum, please don’t be annoyed. I only looked a couple of times. I didn’t mean to. It was hard not to look. You’re so beautiful and I tried not to look.”

“Oh sweetheart. Don’t you dare feel embarrassed about that. I’m not the least bit annoyed.”

“Your not?”

“No. Not at all babes.”

“Can I ask you something then?”

“Of course babes”

“Uhm… well… when I first came in and we sat downstairs for a bit….”


“Well, I didn’t mean to but I accidentally caught a peek… uhm… well you was turning around and your skirt… uhm twirled out… and… uhm… well you was wearing… uhm… and ahh…. Later you weren’t wearing… uhm…”

“Oh sweetheart… It’s ok, I know what you’re trying to say.” Sona’s voice was hushed and reassuring.

“Ok… so uhm… why was that?”

“Oh sweetie, I feel embarrassed about all that now.”

“OK, that’s ok… forget I asked… I was just a bit curious… You don’t have to explain.”

“No, no, sweetheart. It’s ok… I… uhm. ha” Sona sounded giddy. “Well… I ahh. Well you know when a woman, gets… um… a little warm…”

“Warm? Like when the heaters are on?”

“No. no, sweetheart.. ha-ha… you know… you’re a mature enough young man to understand these things… when a woman gets a little WARM-warm. You know. A little flushed.”

“Ahh oh… he he… I get it…”

“Ha-ha… ok… well I felt a bit like that before… and errm, well they’d got a bit uncomfortable because they’d… uhm…”

“Become uhm… a bit moist?” Mobeen finished her sentence.

“Ha-ha, yes. Moist. Well, they were getting uncomfortable so I just took them off.”

“Ahh ok… that makes sense… ha-ha… you must have forgotten when you.. uhm.. went to fix the TV.”

“OH babes, don’t remind me. I can’t believe I did that!”

“Oh don’t worry about it mum… really you don’t need to be embarrassed. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing.”

“Oh honey, you’re so generous with your compliments. I can’t help feel a bit conscious. I’m 38 years old and time isn’t friendly to a woman’s body.”

“Oh mum! Come on! You don’t need to worry about that department at all! I’m telling you! Absolutely nothing to worry about!”

Sona giggled playfully.

“Sweetie you’re so kind. Like I said, time is a woman’s mortal enemy… I get scared. When I do finally meet the right guy and we have to, you know, get intimate… I’m scared I might frighten him off….I’m a lot less… neater… down there… than I used to be.”

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