I took her hand, and she helped me stand up.
Then, the show now over, she led me through the crowd more or less as equals, and after finding our respective clothes, we proceeded outside to a limo that was waiting for us.
Once we were inside the limo, Mom asked, “Did you enjoy being Mommy’s pet?”
“I don’t actually know,” I replied after a good twenty seconds of reflection… utterly torn, and yet completely turned on.
“Don’t lie to me, CasPetra,” she said firmly. “You know you can’t lie to me.”
“Then a more complete answer is that yes I did enjoy the experience… very much… but on the downside, it was incest,” I pointed out, having had some time to process the big picture of what we just did.
“Incest is a social construct, honey,” she said, placing a reassuring hand on my leg.
“Well, that construct is very well-constructed,” I joked.
“Incest goes back for centuries,” Mom said. “Many centuries, in fact. The play ‘Oedipus the King’ was written and first presented sometime prior to 400 BC.”
“Yeah, but the past included lots of practices that we now frown upon,” I pointed out. “Like hordes of men rushing pell mell onto a large meadow, and slaughtering each other with swords all day. No thank you!”
“True, true,” she agreed, “But society has gone from one extreme to another over the years. The happy balance is somewhere in the middle.”
“And you think incest is acceptable?” I asked.
“I do. I wish I knew in my younger days what I know now,” my Mom said.
“What do you mean?”
“I’d have loved to be with my Mom the way you’re going to be with me from now on,” she said.
“Really?” I asked, my grandma having passed a good twenty years ago.
“Yes, you’ve got to understand that I’ll do anything for you,” she said, squeezing my leg affectionately.
“I really appreciate that,” I said.
“And since you need it, that means taking you in as my pet, and dealing with Amber,” she said. “And by ‘you need it’, I mean that if I don’t use you as my pet, you’ll never be content. You have a deep-seated psychological need to be submissive, which is why Amber found you to be such a pushover, even though your welfare is the last thing she considers important.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” I asked, that being the million dollar question. I’d seen strong women landing in very compromising positions because of my failings already, and I wouldn’t ever forgive myself if my mother got stuck in a similar position.
“My plan is already in the works,” she said confidently.
“Oh?” I asked.
“That can wait until tomorrow,” she said. “But do you understand that incest is much more common in our society than most people could imagine?”
“No, I can’t even imagine that,” I said.
“Yes, there’s a secret society and everything. Let’s be honest… there’s nothing more powerful than a physical connection between people, and what better connection than flesh and blood?”
“I guess,” I said, not completely sold on the idea.
“I’ve known you since the day you were born, and I love you with all my heart,” she said.
I know. I feel the same about you.”
“So I’d never do anything that would compromise you as a person.”
“You didn’t need to. I did that all on my own,” I sighed.
“True, but that will become a blessing in disguise once all of this is over,” she said, her hand reaching under my dress.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yes. In part because you discovered who you really are, and I was finally able to be true to you about who I really am,” she said, her fingers tracing my pussy; it was still wet.
“Well, I do trust you unconditionally,” I said.
“And in the short term, you’ll need to cling to that trust while I lead you through some really complicated shit,” she said. “I’ll push you as hard as Amber ever has, but within a much safer environment.”
“Okay,” I moaned, as her finger parted my pussy lips.
“Where are we going?” I asked, realizing for the first time we weren’t heading home.
“A hotel near the airport.”
“What? Why?” I asked, as she slowly fingered me.
“Because I’ve booked us a flight to Atlanta in the morning,” she said, as if that was obvious.
“Atlanta?”
“Yes, it’s a city in Georgia,” she responded sarcastically.
“I know where Atlanta is,” I moaned, her finger really making me feel good. “But why are we going there tomorrow?”
“So we can deal with this Amber drama once and for all,” she said. “Now enough questions! They’ll all be answered in due course. Right now, just let Mommy finger bang her new pet.”
“Oh Mommy!” I moaned, “I can’t believe you’re now my Mistress Mommy.”
“Oh,” she purred, as she pushed me onto my back across the wide seat, and slid a second finger into my greedy pussy, “I can’t either, but going forward, we’re going to make up for all those wasted years when you could have been eating Mommy’s cunt.”
“God, I love hearing you say cunt,” I said, the word just so nasty.
“You also love Mommy fingering your sloppy wet cunt like we’re a couple of cheap fucking sluts,” Mom responded wickedly, as her two fingers became three.
“Oh yes, Mommy, finger bang your dumb daughter’s slutty cunt, and count on me to be your mindless slave,” I moaned, my rapture once again taking me over.
“Your cunt is so wet,” she said, her three fingers gliding smoothly in and out of me.
I glanced at the driver, who was obviously listening in on every word and every wet sound of our incestuous dalliance. She met my eyes in the mirror and gave me a wink!
“Don’t worry about her,” said Mom. “Once we arrive, you’ll be giving her a very generous tip with your mouth and tongue.”
“Oh, Mom! Are you going to make me eat our sexy driver’s cunt?” I asked overdramatically, with a wild moan and a soft giggle.
Actually, the giggle came from the driver.
“Going forward, you shall eat the cunt, lick the ass, and take the dick of anyone I order you to service,” she said, a fourth finger easily sliding inside me.
“Hopefully they’ll only be strap-on cocks,” I moaned.
“Mostly, yes. But maybe also the odd flesh-and-blood trans cock,” she said, as my orgasm was rising.
“Oh yes, Mommy, that sounds perfect,” I moaned loudly. The unexpected idea of a real cock included as part of a woman’s body, suddenly appeared very appealing and pussy-leaking!
“You want a nice big trans dick fucking your mouth, cunt and ass?” she asked. Then suddenly, she shoved her entire hand inside my pussy!
“Oh fuuuuuuck, Mommy, your fist is inside your daughter’s cunt!” I declared, both to acknowledge the nasty reality of what was happening, and also to inform our driver, for reasons I couldn’t explain… except that the exhibitionistic aspect which had mortified me when Amber had done it to me, was now a real turn-on after the wild time we’d spent together at Le Cygne lesbian club.
“Yes, Mommy is fist fucking her baby girl!” Mom gloated, as she pumped her entire fist inside my cunt while wiggling her fingers… the intense pleasure completely overwhelming me!
“Yes, Mommy, give it to me! Give me your fist! Fist fuck me… fist fuck me… oh fuck Mommy, Mommy, Mommy!” I babbled through over a minute of complete fist-fucking ecstasy!
“Take it, slut! Take Mommy’s fist,” she ordered.
“Oh Mommy! Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuck!” I screamed as my orgasm careened into me while her entire fist filled me up in ways I didn’t know were possible!
“Good girl,” Mom purred, as her forearm slowed down.
“Oh Mommy, I’m so full,” I moaned weakly, as I lay on the wide seat, enjoying waves of pleasure, as they cascaded through me over and over.
“Such a good girl,” she crooned as she pulled her hand out, wetness leaking out of me. I then watched as she brought her very wet hand to her lips, and one by one, she sucked each finger glazed with my cunt cum into her mouth. It was so fucking erotic!
“Oh Mommy,” I repeated, now completely at home with the new situation I was committed to with her.
The limo came to a stop a couple of minutes later, and Mom said, “I’ll text you our room number. Please make sure you give our pretty driver an excellent tip.”
“I sure will, Mommy,” I promised, and she kissed me on the lips like a lover.
“Petra, please come join my daughter in the back,” Mom ordered.
“Yes, please join me, Petra,” I said, sitting up and looking as welcoming as I could.
“Yes, ma’am,” the very pretty driver said, as she got out, opened the door, assisted my mother out, and joined me in the back.
“Feel free to use her however you like, Petra,” Mom said.
“Thank you, ma’am,” Petra said, as Mom closed the door behind her, and I wondered how they knew each other. Petra, as if reading my mind, explained, “I’ve been her fulltime driver ever since she arrived in town.”
“My Mom has been riding around in a first class limo?” I asked.
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