Author’s note: Lmao. Writer block too long liao. Reset abit…
IT WAS ALL JUST A DREAM.
I gasped and opened my eyes.
My heart was still racing and I was sweaty all over.
Instinctively I reached for my phone on my bedstand and I checked the time.
It was 4.18am.
But more importantly, I checked the date.
I let out a long sigh of relief and collapsed back on my bed.
What the fuck kind of dream was that???
Whatever possessed me to dream of taking my mum on a trip with some horny schoolboys and get them to bang her under the guise of hypnosis?
Seriously, wtf is wrong with my brain?
God, I’m such a weirdo.
This is all Tommy’s fault. That sonofabitch is a bad influence. Seriously!
I sighed and rolled on my back again. After shutting my eyes, I quickly regressed back into a fitful dreamless sleep.
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The next day, I completely forgot about the weird dream.
It’s only been a couple of days since Tommy and I returned from our studies abroad for our break and I hadn’t had sexual relief since our steamy threesome with my mum, Melissa, at the airport.
Despite our sexually charged start, the following couple of days were pretty tame. Mum went to work as usual, while dad did his own thing, leaving me to my own devices. Meanwhile there was nothing but radio silence from Tommy.
I did try to test the waters with my mum on the day following my homecoming, but mum rebuffed me with a coy smile on her face. I didn’t try again.
I did notice that my mum had changed a little. She had become more reserved, but in an elegant and calm way. She’s also more quiet now. Not as chatty as I remembered. However, she had also grown way sexier than before. It stemmed from both her wardrobe choices and the way she now carried herself.
My dad, Andrew, on the other hand seemed more detached and moodier than usual nowadays.
Bored out of my mind, I tried reaching out to Tommy again to ask what his plans were for my mum this holiday. I had given up on the notion that things would ever go back to normal.
Tommy called me shortly after when I was in my room.
“Hello?” I said.
“Bruh, you still hung up on Melissa? Didn’t you feel it during our last threesome at the airport?” Tommy asked.
“Didn’t get to feel much. You hogged most of the action, remember?”
“Smartass. I’m talking about the vibe. Didn’t you notice Melissa has changed?”
“Huh? Changed how?”
“Damn, how are you gonna survive in this world being so blind? Melissa has a new master now. That last round of sex was to send me a message. I’ve lost her bro.”
“Wait! What!? How…. Wait, you guys transmit message through sex?”
“Jialat lah, you…” Tommy said, “No idiot, it’s the little things. The small signs. How she looks at me, the way she follows my orders, but adds a twist or variation just to show I’m no longer fully in control…”
“What the fuck are you talking about? She even called you her ‘love.’ I nearly had a heart attack when I heard that.”
“Yeah, that was a big tell. It was sarcastic.”
“Huhhhhh? Reallyyyy?” I asked.
“Yeah, that was completely out of character for her. Her new master must have told her to do it to taunt me.”
“Are you serious!???”
“Dead serious. And the biggest tell of all? That small silver chain ankle bracelet above her right foot.”
“I didn’t see any ankle bracelet.”
“Because you were too busy looking only at her pussy, fool! She’s wearing a bracelet on her right ankle. That is the mark of her new master.”
“Bruh, even if she has one, it’s just a freakin bracelet….”
“No, I recognize the style the chains are linked together. That’s for marking one’s property,” Tommy said, “And when we were having sex at the airport, she kept raising that foot up beside my face, as if to help her new master gloat to my face.”
“Dude… I think you’re overreacting leh…”
“Aiya, you don’t know anything. We were gone for about a year. Who knows how long ago the new master managed to seduce her…”
“Can’t you ask her?”
“Oh, her new master would love that. That means I’ve capitulated,” Tommy replied bitterly.
“So what do we do?”
“We secretly find out who this fucker is. Did you notice anything different with your mum lately?”
“Erm. Hard to tell. The whole vibe in the house is weird.”
“Well, go try to find out who is holding your mum’s leash now, but keep my name out of it.”
Tommy and I made a bit more small talk before ending the call.
A few days later, I confirmed that my family’s dynamics had indeed undergone a big change while I was away studying abroad this year. And not at all in a good way.
My mum, Melissa, actually works at my dad’s family’s company. It was a multi holdings company that has stakes in property development, tourism, and F&B industries. The company was started by my dad’s father, who has since retired due to stress. It is now controlled by the family board of directors.
My mum worked as a VP in marketing while dad was a VP in sales.
Earlier in the year, not long after Tommy and I left abroad to continue our studies, my dad’s family company underwent a major reshuffle and restructure.
As a result, my mum got promoted to President of Marketing.
Dad was also slated for the President of Sales role. However, to many people’s surprise, dad was passed over for promotion and a guy under him got the job instead.
Understandably, dad was furious. He objected to the board, but their reply was they were trying to curb nepotism and that the other guy was a better fit for the role.
They did hold a vote, and not only did most of dad’s family voted against rolling back the promotion decision, even my mother, Melissa, voted against it.
I talked to my mum and dad about it. My mum was very sympathetic to dad, but maintains that the board’s decision to pass over dad’s promotion was the correct one, and was in the best interests of the company. Dad on the other hand, understandably felt betrayed.
This explains the strange frigid atmosphere between my parents in my home. Dad had even moved most of his belongings to the guest room and my parents have been sleeping apart for many months.
I spent the next day hanging out with dad to understand his perspective. As expected there were more layers to this saga.
The guy who got promoted past my dad was named Dominic Yang. He’s a young hotshot on the company’s sales team. I’ve heard that name mentioned by my dad on many occasions during the past 3 years.
Apparently Dominic had been a problematic employee for years and a thorn in my dad’s side in the sales department. However Dominic always performed just well enough to avoid any justifications for dismissal.
Dominic had been a fresh hire 3 years ago when he was 21, and he was 24 years old now. He was good enough at sales, but apparently, he was not great when it came to working with others. There were also accusasions of sabotage and client theft on his part by other members in the sales team, but it was never proven.
My dad had arranged a number of meetings to talk things out with Dominic before, hoping to guide and mentor him. For some reason, these meetings grew into tense exchanges and dad would end up berating Dominic most of the time.
Ultimately, Dad believed that Dominic was making the sales department a toxic workplace environment.
When dad heard that the company would be undergoing a restructure, he had been hoping that Dominic Yang would finally get excised from the company. It must have been quite the shock indeed to see the guy get promoted instead over him to be his boss.
Unable to bear the shame, dad ultimately quit his job and now spends his days at home watching TV, playing mobile games, and tending to a growing bonsai collection. His morale was pretty low these days.
From my mum’s perspective, dad shouldn’t have quit the company. She did try to make nice with him at home, but dad was obviously still hurt and rebuffed her, so she stopped trying. So nowadays, the two of them pretty much led their own lives separately under one roof.
It’s pretty sad. But I told myself it’s none of my business.
A couple of days later, I was lounging in the living room, munching on snacks and watching TV.
Mum was at work and Dad was outside in his small greenhouse with his ‘grandchildren.’
That’s what I call his little bonsai trees.
I heard our house’s autogate chirp and the familiar sound of my family’s bmw SUV coming into the driveway. I checked the time and saw that it was about 1.30pm.
Mum seems to have come home early from work today. I wonder if she’s only working half day today?
Not long after, the front door to our home opened and my beautiful, glowing mum entered the house.
And by glowing, I mean it. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair slightly disheveled. She looked like she had been jogging or just had a workout. However, I noted that she was wearing a cream chiffon blouse and teal-green medium skirt. Not exactly workout clothes.
“Hi darling,” mum greeted while sounding slightly out of breath as she hurried past me towards the stairs. “Sorry, I’m in a hurry. I have a meeting coming up at the office,” she said.
I watched my mum hurry up the stairs. Then I shrugged and return my gaze to the TV.
After about 10 minutes, the front door suddenly slammed, making me jump.
I sat up to look and saw my father standing in the foyer.
My dad looked absolutely furious.
He walked into the house and glanced around with a red face. Almost purple even.
“Where’s mummy?” Dad asked when he saw my head poking out from behind the couch.
“Uhhhhh… She’s upstairs. What’s wrong?” I asked.
Dad set his jaw. He was obviously gritting his teeth.
Dad was about to head towards the stairs, but at that moment, my mum, Melissa, quickly descended. She had completely changed her attire, now wearing a floral blouse and tight cream skirt. Her hair was immaculate, but her blush wasn’t so easy to dispose.
She reached the bottom of the stairs and spotted dad standing near the house entrance with his fists clenched. Her sunny demeanor immediately changed to something more subdued. “Have you eaten?” She asked my dad.
Dad pointed at the window at the front of the house. “What is HE doing here?!” He asked.
While mum was stunned, I glanced out the window at our driveway where mum’s BMW was parked. The car was still running and there was someone inside the passenger front seat, clearly enjoying the aircon.
It was a young man with a trendy fade-cut hair. He was rather handsome. He caught me looking at him through the windscreen, smiled, and waved at me.
Mum sighed. “We just had lunch and we’re heading back to the office right now. I just needed to change my attire for a meeting later.”
“Don’t bring that damned guy to our house!” Dad said loudly.
Mum frowned impatiently. “He’s just waiting in the car. Why are you being difficult?!” She asked.
“I don’t care! I don’t want to see his cibai face!”
Mum’s eyes flicked to me and then back to my dad. Shit, I could see mum’s temper rising. She opened her mouth to retort but then suddenly just shut it again.
Mum took a deep breath. “Understood. We’re just leaving,” she said as she walked past my dad to the front door. She started putting on her heels.”
“Hey! Don’t walk away when I’m talking!” Dad shouted.
Mum ignored dad and opened the front door. “Talk to your plants. Some of us have to go to work,” she said curtly before stepping out and closing the door.
Fuccccckkk, that was cold.
Through the window, I watched mum return to the BMW and entered the driver’s side. She exchanged a smile and some words with the guy in the passenger seat before reversing the car out of the driveway, shutting the autogate, and then driving off.
As the car was retreating the young guy looked me in the eye again and flashed a cocky smirk.
Dad just stared at the front door for like five minutes before looking around again.
God dammnit. The man was about to blow, and there was only one viable target in the vicinity right now.
“Barry! How long are you going to laze around all day!? Go do something productive!!!” Dad yelled.
Dammit. I kena collateral damage liao.
I quickly turned off the TV and went up the stairs to my room.
As I was climbing the stairs, I kept thinking of the young man in mum’s car. From my dad’s reaction, I think it’s safe to say that he is the one and only Dominic Yang, the newest, and possibly the youngest President of Sales at the family company. I wondered what is his relationship with my mum?
The more I thought about it, the more things seemed off to me. Call it instinct or intuition, but when I got to the top of the stairs, instead of heading to my room, I turned towards the master bedroom which is now solely my mum’s domain after dad moved out to the guest room.
I entered my mum’s bedroom and wandered towards the ensuite bathroom.
I quickly spotted what I was looking for. The laundry basket.
Inside the basket, on top of the laundry pile, was the outfit my mother was wearing earlier before she changed.
Gingerly, I picked the clothes up one by one to inspect them.
Finally, I picked up mum’s panties and immediately recognized what I was looking at. The insides of the panty crotch was heavily caked with white, gooey, slime.
It was cum.
“Huh… got you bastard,” I mumbled as I dropped mum’s panties back into the laundry basket. “Dominic the Dom, huh? Gotta admit, it has a nice ring to it.”
I took out my phone and started texting Tommy.
I entered the Luckin Coffee establishment and glanced around. This joint used to be a Starbucks back in my school days.
Very quickly I spotted Tommy huddled in a corner. Bro was wearing a white hoodie with the hood up like an edgy teenager who played too much Assassin’s Creed.
I marched up to Tommy’s coffee table and stood before him.
“Oyy,” I grunted.
Tommy’s bloodshot eyes peeked up from under the hood. He was clutching a tall coffee cup in his hands on the table before him. “Don’t order anything. The coffee here sucks ass,” Tommy said.
“I believe it. You look like ass,” I replied before taking a seat across from Tommy.
Tommy pulled his hood tighter around his face and retreated under its shadow like a shy snail. “Anyone followed you?” He asked.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I hissed as I looked around. “Who’s gonna follow me? Stop playin around.” Despite that, I still leaned forwards and lowered my voice inconspicously. “Dominic Yang. Who the fuck is he?”
Tommy lifted his coffee cup to his lips and took a deliberate long sip. I gritted my teeth and resisted the urge to knock the cup out of his hands.
Finally Tommy lowered the coffee cup. “You sure you saw him?” He asked.
“I think so. I’ve never met him before, so can’t really be sure. Who is this guy?”
Tommy pursed his lips. “He’s… How do I put this… A lose end?”
“So you know him?”
“Mmmm… You can say that. He was like you…”
“Handsome, hung, and awesome?”
“Naive and dumb, but he had potential,” Tommy said, “He’s older than us by about a handful of years. I thought I could cultivate him, like I did you…”
I set my jaw in annoyance. “So you fucked his mum?”
“No… His fiancee.”
“Shit…”
“It’s not that bad. He was crushed at first, of course, but once I showed him the light, he picked things up and fell in line pretty quickly.
“So? Now what? The apprentice became the master?”
Tommy grimaced under the hood. “I might have miscalculated…”
“Ohhhh? Reallyyyy???”
“Yeah, just like with you,” Tommy replied sardonically. “None of my protégés are turning out the way I want them to. One is too fast, the other is too slow,” he added while giving me a withering look.
“Fucker…. How about you stop playing games with other people’s lives?”
Tommy shrugged and sighed. “Lesson learned.”
“So how now? How we gonna handle him?” I asked.
Tommy shrugged. “Wanna fuck his mum?” He asked.
I clenched my fists. “Are you fucking serious?”
Tommy let out a self depracting chuckle. “Nah, I’m kidding. Dominic’s mom’s not that attractive anyways.”
“Dude. Can we all just meet and hash it out like adults? Why is it always a sex contest with you?”
Tommy shook his head. “You’re not gonna talk him out of owning your mum, if that’s what you’re getting at.”
“Why the fuck not?!”
Tommy blinked at me like I was an idiot. “Because I myself wouldn’t be talked out of owning someone like your mum. It’s your mum, bro. Have you seen her? That woman is every man’s wet dream.”
“But his grudge is against you, not me! Why the fuck would he come after my mum and not yours?”
Tommy blinked at me. “Who says he has a grudge against me? If anything, he has a grudge against you. Or more specifically, your family.”
“What!? I’ve never seen him before in my life!”
Tommy sighed. “You are more connected to him than you think. Are you sure you’ve never met him before?”
“No!? Should I have?”
“Well, I figured since you’re related…”
“Huh? No we aren’t!”
“Be quiet and let me explain,” Tommy snapped. “Do you know a woman named Maggie Yang?”
“No…”
“Really? That’s odd,” Tommy said. “But then again, it’s not really surprising. Your family probably wanted to keep things under wraps.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Since you so clueless, let me update you on your family lore abit. So, once upon a time, your grandpa had an affair with a woman named Maggie…”
“Bullshit!”
Tommy ignored me. “They had a kid…”
“No way… Dominic?”
“No la,” Tommy replied, “That kid is Dominic’s dad.”
“Stop talking cock!”
Tommy smiled and continued. “So technically, Dominic’s dad is your dad’s half-brother, which makes him your half-cousin?”
I glared at Tommy.
“Hey, your family mess is not my fault. You go ask your family about him la,” Tommy said. “My point is, Dominic has more than one axe to grind here, being the illegitimate grandkid and all…”
“Why? Was he ostrachsized?”
Tommy glanced upwards in thought. “No leh. On the contrary, your grandfather made sure Dom’s father was well taken care off growing up. However, as an illegitimate son of a secret affair, his true lineage was never acknowledged and the financial support ended once Dominic’s dad reached adulthood. Not sure your grandfather even know that Dominic exists.”
Tommy took another long sip from his cup before continuing, “Or he probably didn’t want to know.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked.
“Dom told me lah! Back when we were still on speaking terms.”
I leaned back in my chair, wishing my head would explode to relieve me of this clusterfuck feeling. “What the hell? I’ve never seen Dominic before yesterday. Are you really not pulling my leg?”
Tommy sighed. “Like I said. Easy for you to verify. Go ask your grandpa la.
I ruffled my own hair in frustration. “You mean get the old man to confess to an illicit affair in his youth? Ya, right. So easy!”
Tommy leaned back against his own chair. “The most important thing is how Melissa feels about this.”
I snorted. “He can’t be worse than you…”
Tommy ignored me an carried on, “Remember, Dominic had time on his side. We don’t know when he made his move, but we’ve been away for a whole year. Melissa might be too far gone. But there’s always a chance to win her back…”
“Nope!”
Tommy frowned. “What do you mean nope?”
“Exactly what I said. No way. My mum’s not a toy for you to pass back and forth. I’m done with your shit!” I growled. “Stay away from me and my family. I’ll go talk to this Dominic myself!”
Tommy stared at me for a long while. Then he chuckled.
“What’s so funny?” I asked.
“It’s just that your backbone shows up at the weirdest times,” Tommy said, “Fine, go handle this yourself. I think it’ll actually be a good experience for you.”
“Man, fuck you,” I snapped a little too loudly, which made several heads in the coffee shop turn.
I got up and marched out of the establishment.
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That evening after dinner, dad seemed restless. Mum still had not come home, though it was pretty normal for her to come back from the office at 8-9pm sometimes.
The short spat between my parents regarding Dominic yesterday afternoon was still fresh in my mind. Perhaps dad was feeling guilty?
We sat in the living room, both doomscrolling on our phones. Dad tried to make small talk with me, asking about my uni studies and life, so I told him a few stories.
The chirp of our home’s autogate put both dad and I on notice. I heard the familiar hum of my mum’s car entering our driveway.
Dad got up awkwardly. For a second, he seemed at a loss. Then he turned to me and said, “Barry, can you give your mum and I some space?”
“Sure, dad,” I replied and quickly got my ass upstairs.
However I didn’t head to my room. Instead I lingered in the darkness of the stairwell to watch.
After several minutes, mum came into the foyer.
God, the woman was a vision.
She stepped out of her high heels and saw dad approaching.
“Hi,” dad said awkwardly.
Mum looked at dad quietly for several poignant seconds. “Have you eaten?” She asked.
“Ya, I dined with Barry earlier.”
Mum smiled gently and nodded. She raised an ornate, strapped box of mooncakes in her left hand. “Dessert?” She asked.
“Oh… sure…” dad replied.
Mum nodded demurely.
Both my parents made their way to the dining area. Mum put the mooncakes on the dining table. “I’ll make some chamomile tea,” she said.
“Alright,” dad eagerly replied, “I’ll cut the mooncakes.”
“Thank you dear,” mum replied.
I had no view of the kitchen from my hiding place. After a few minutes, dad reappeared with a plate and and a knife. He unboxed the mooncakes and selected one to unwrap. Then he started slicing.
Dad sat down and had a slice while waiting for mum. After another 10 minutes or so, mum returned with 2 glasses of steaming tea.
“Thank you, dear,” dad said when mum placed a glass in front of him. “This mooncakes are good,” he added while already munching on his third slice.”
Mum chuckled. “Slow down or you’ll get diabetes. These things are sugar bombs.”
Mum took a slice for herself and sipped her tea.
The two of them nibbled and sipped tea in silence for several more minutes.
Then dad spoke, “Darling, I would like to apologize.”
Mum looked up at dad.
“Yesterday…” Dad added, “I was completely unreasonable.”
Mum nodded. “I completely understand. I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have brought Dom here. I was in a rush and I forgot to consider your feelings.”
Dad nodded and sighed.
Another quiet minute passed between them.
Mum spoke up next. “Are you… Would you consider coming back? To the company?”
Dad sighed again. “No, I’ve thought about it. I think I’ll find a role elsewhere.“
Mum nodded again and said, “I have a friend in a biomedical MNC. They are looking to expand their sales operations and are looking for executives. Would you…”
Dad’s eyes lit up. “That sounds great!”
Mum smiled. “Polish your resume and send it to me tomorrow, okay?”
Dad sighed again, this time out of relief. He nodded. “T-thanks, Mel. I know I’ve been pretty difficult lately.”
Mum stroked dad’s hand on the table. “It’s no trouble. I’m just glad we can get over it. Together.”
Dad returned the token of affection, caressing mum’s hand. He then took mum’s hand and kissed it.
Way to go Romeo, I thought to myself impishly.
Mum giggled. “Will you…” She asked hesitantly, “…Will you come back to our bed tonight?”
“Alright…” Dad replied.
Mum gave dad a flirty look. “Go get ready for bed, darling,” she said huskily, “I got another gift for you tonight.”
Dad’s eyes widened and he blushed.
I quietly retreated back up the stairs and stealthily locked myself in my room. Even after all that has happened, my parents are still my parents and I am their kid. The prospect of them doing it still gives me the ick of icks.
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After leaving my parents to patch things up, I took a shower and got ready for bed the healthy way…
‘Badum badum badish…’ The iconic drum beat of Pornhub intro played on my phone while I lay on my back with my phone in my face.
Suddenly there was several knocks on my room door.
“Shit!” I hissed and tossed my phone aside before hunting for my shorts.
I had just pulled up my shorts when someone knocked on my door again.
“Brazzers is now FREEEEEE!” a big titied blonde bimbo squealed from my phone.
“Fuck, shaddap, shaddap, shaddap…” I muttered while desperately closing the browser tab on my phone.
“Barry?” I heard my mum, Melissa, call out softly from the door.
“Coming!” I replied.
I hurried over to the door and opened it.
Outside at my doorstep, was my mum. Mum was wearing a long, modest bathrobe. Her chest-long layered hair had been let down. She looked fresh out of the shower and had removed her make-up, but naturally, her natural beauty still shone through.
“There you are!” Mum replied. She gave me a sly smile. “Am I interupting anything?”
“Errrrr… Nope!” I replied, blushing.
“Hmmm… Alright then,” mum said coyly with the teasing incredulous look she often gave me all my life whenever she caught me in a lie, but would let it slide. “Anyways, I brought some desserts. Your dad couldn’t eat anymore, so come down and eat it okay?” Mum asked.
“Oh, okay…” I replied.
Mum smiled and turned towards the stairs. “After that you can continue shopping for FREE BRAs or whatever,” she said.
I groaned. “Ugh… Mummm….”
Mum giggled and went downstairs.
Sighing. I followed her down the stairs.
Mum went straight to the kitchen while I approached the plate of sliced mooncakes on the table. I took a seat before the plate at the head of the rectangular table.
Yuck. Lotus filling…
“Are there red-bean ones?” I called out to mum.
Mum came out of the kitchen with a tall bottle. “Hmmm, I dunno,” mum said, “I’ll check later.”
What’s that?” I asked, staring at the bottle.
“Oh, lots of gifts around the office this time of the year,” mum said. She suddenly picked up the plate of unfinished mooncakes and placed it at the opposite end of the table with the bottle. “It’s a fruit and flower wine.”
“Oh, okay,” I replied, looking puzzled. “Uh, what…”
Mum suddenly undid her robe and let it slide off her shoulders to the floor.
I gawked at the woman who gave me life and raised me. In the past year when I was gone, Mum obviously have been working out beyond her staple yoga and pilates routine. Mum was FIT! She’s obviously been hitting the power rack and weights. Her body looked like it was sculpted out of marble, and she was curvier than ever.
But more importantly, underneath her robe, all she was wearing was a completely see-thru, black one-piece made from some kind of mesh material.
“My master says hi,” mum said huskily. She reached under my chin and closed my gaping mouth.
Mum immediately straddled my lap. Her sizable, luscious breasts bounced before my face, barely contained under the flimsy mesh of her bodysuit. Her stiff pink nipples poked prominently against the sheer fabric.
“M-mummy?” I stammered. I quickly looked left and right. “D-dad?” I asked nervously.
Mum put a finger on my lips. “Daddy’s asleep,” she said, “Chamomile tea helps with that… Well, along with a little something else.”
Mom winked at me.
I was appalled. Did my mum just tell me she drugged my dad?!
Mum giggled and leaned forwards to kiss my forehead, pushing her swelling milky-white cleavage against my face.
Mum obviously felt my giant bulge pushing up against her crotch. She teasingly gyrated her hips on my lap.
After a minute or so, mum got off my lap and hoisted herself on the dining table before me.
“Well then,” mum husked. She flexibly spread her long, fit, and shapely legs in a wide “M” on the table, completely baring her plump, flushed, aroused pink pussy, that was poorly hidden behind the mesh crotch of her suit.
I gulped.
Mum bit her lower lip sexily before saying, “Like I said, I brought desserts that your dad couldn’t eat anymore,” mum husked and slowly pulled aside the stretchy, thin mesh layer to uncover her glistening, moist, cleanly-waxed, deep-pink pussy. “That’s because your daddy is on the master’s shit list. So he has lost all rights to savor master’s toys…”
My ears were burning.
Mum started slowly rubbing her tight, wet, pink slit and aroused clit with her fingers right before my face while panting with arousal. A deep blush had formed across her beautiful face.
“Mummy’s master would like to meet you,” mum said, “Consider this an invitation gift.”
The gears in my mind churned. I wonder if mum would tell it to me straight. “T-Tommy?” I asked.
Mum sighed and moaned a little with pleasure while still stimulating herself. “No, not Tommy…” She said. “Someone else found me and trained me,” mum said breathlessly. “I belong to him now.”
“I-Is he that Dominic fella between daddy and you?” I asked.
Mum actually looked surprised. “Oh… Have you met?” She asked.
“N-No… Just a guess.”
“Clever boy,” mum said with another sigh. “But don’t worry about it yet…”
Mum leaned back on the dining table and reached for the bottle she brought earlier. The bottle must have been opened and recorked previously because mum popped the cork just with her teeth.
Mum tentatively poured a splash of fruit and flower wine on her flushed pussy. Then parted her pussy lips with her fingers in front of me, showing me the soft-pink canal that I came out of. “Enjoy your dessert, darling,” mum husked invitingly, “Or rather… Your appetizer.”
