Literotic asexstories – My Mom Is a Slut Ch. 01 by darkride,darkride Prelude
Sandy strode into her parents’ bedroom and sat herself down upon their bed, crossed her legs, and watched through the open bathroom doorway as her parents finished getting ready for their night out. At only 5’4 and 120lb, Sandy was rarely the tallest in the room, but she carried herself as if she was.
Inside the bathroom her father, Aaron, was already dressed. He was fussing over one of the straps on his wife Maryanne’s dress as she tried to finish applying her mascara. Sandy heard her mother asking her father a question, before calling out to her daughter, “Your father ordered the pizzas for 7 o’clock. We might be late home; thought we might check out that new wine bar after the movie. So – don’t wait up.”
As Aaron came out of the bathroom he paused to adjust the crotch of his pants briefly, before startling seeing his daughter on his bed. He gave her an awkward smile, then crossed over and, leaning over the bed, gave her a warm hug and kiss on her forehead. “Love you, sweetie,” he said softly. Sandy returned the smile and briefly hugged him back before he headed for the door. “Two minutes, hon,” he called out to Maryanne as he left the room.
“Coming!” Maryanne replied, as she too left the bathroom and walked over to give Sandy a quick hug and kiss, before using her finger to wipe the lipstick off her daughter’s cheek. Sandy’s earlier smile for her father however was gone.
“What’s this, like – three Friday’s out in a row now, mom?” Sandy quizzed with a frown, turning the tables on her mother after the years of inquisitions she had herself been subjected to after she started showing an interest in boys. When she didn’t get a reply, Sandy added “Do you really need to get that dressed up just for the movies and a wine bar?”
Maryanne was wearing a rather sexy black open-backed dress. As a 42 year old mom of twin teens, she was no longer the lithe young girl that Aaron had fallen in love with in their final year of high school, but she still cut a sexy, curvy figure, with her long red hair cascading over her shoulders. “Let’s not do this again please, Sandy. I’ve been a mom to you and your brother for 18 years; I think I’m allowed to have a few nice evenings out with my husband now you’re both – supposedly – adults?” she retorted, walking toward the door.
“And please, try not to fight with your brother while we’re gone,” Maryanne called over her shoulder, before heading out into the hall. Sandy remained on the bed, pouting.
Maryanne knocked on a door briefly, then popped her head inside. She yelled out “Steven!” to get her son’s attention as he sat at his desk, staring at his dual PC screens, headphones over his ears. “We’re going now. Pizzas are coming soon. Please, don’t fight with your sister.” Steven gave a brief nod without looking away from his game. Maryanne closed the door, and hurried off toward the garage where Aaron was waiting.
As her parents’ car pulled away, Sandy opened the door to her twin brother’s bedroom, entering without hesitation. Steven looked up as she walked straight over to his desk. “Well?” Sandy said after staring at him for a moment, her hands gesturing openly.
“Dad definitely ordered us pizzas before he left,” replied Steven.
“So the screen sharing worked? You saw what he was doing on his computer? What else did he do?” Sandy asked her brother.
Steven drew a deep breath. “You do know they are our parents, right, and they probably deserve some privacy, yeah?”
“You saw something! What was it?” Sandy turned her gaze toward her brother’s screens but saw only a battlefield.
Steven took another breath. “I watched him while he order the pizzas… he got you a margarita…”
“I don’t care about the fucking pizzas, Stevie!” Sandy exclaimed in frustration. “I want to know what they’re up to – all these Friday nights out. I want to know what they’re not telling us.”
Steven looked at his younger sister. He was the older brother – by 10 minutes. Even though it was only a few minutes, ever since they were little he had felt the role of big brother protector over his sister. She had always been more impulsive and impetuous, getting herself in trouble in school more than he ever did. Even after just a few months at college, the Dean already knew her name.
“Okay, look, I was busy killing people,” Steven admitted, talking about his game, “but, when I looked up again, I saw him confirming a motel booking. He closed the window before I could get a snapshot, and yes – I checked – there was no history, so he must have done it in a private window. But, that doesn’t mean they are doing anything wrong. Maybe they just, you know, want some privacy cos of their snooping, obsessive daughter.”
A hand shot out and smacked Steven up the back of his head, half playfully, as Sandy pouted. “I’m not obsessive.”
Her brother raised his eyebrows. “Says the girl who kept a diary of how many times our parents have gone out at night in the past 9 months. Not obsessive…”
“You admitted you were curious too!” she retorted.
Steven shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just glad mom and dad are happy. They haven’t always been this – ” he shrugged ” – in love?”
“So, what was the name of the motel?” Sandy asked, trying not to sound obsessed.
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Thirty minutes later, inside a comfortably decorated room at the moderately priced Twin Oaks Motel, Maryanne and Aaron stood staring eagerly into each others eyes, as he slowly undressed his wife, carefully placing her clothes over the back of a chair. As Aaron pulled down his wife’s panties, he inhaled her excited scent, staring at her wet, smooth pussy lips.
“I love how wet you get, now…”
One of their phones buzzed, and the couple looked expectantly toward the door.
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Chapter One
One Month Later…
Steven and his mother Maryanne were sitting at the dining table, facing each other. Steven had his phone out, scrolling and tapping, as his mother fidgeted, waiting. She glanced nervously toward the hallway.
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Sandy was in her bedroom, with Aaron standing in the doorway. He preferred not to venture too far into her clothing-strewn room. “C’mon hon, family meeting remember,” he told her in his normal calm voice. Aaron was 5’11” and went for a run most mornings, so although middle age was catching up with him, sending his black hair salt and pepper, he was in reasonable shape.
Sandy rolled her eyes and dramatically stood up from her desk where she had been working on an essay. “Don’t you think these family meetings are a bit old hat now, dad? It’s not like we’re 12 and you need to remind us to clean our rooms.” As Sandy stalked past him, Aaron took a deep breath, adjusted his pants, and followed his daughter to the dining room.
As father and daughter joined the table, Maryanne asked Steven to put his phone away, then smiled at her husband as she felt his hand reach out under the table toward her. Taking it in hers, she turned back to look at their children. The twins were in many ways like chalk and cheese. Steven was tall like his father, whilst Sandy was barely 5’4″. Her lithe body was matched by her modest chest that she did her best to hide under baggy clothes. Her fiery red hair often matched her temperament, whilst raven haired Steven took most things in his stride. Little wonder then, Maryanne thought, that Sandy was already glowering at her before she could even start the meeting, whilst Steven sat patiently, waiting.
Maryanne took a deep breath. “We called this meeting because your father and I have something important we need to talk to you both about.” She felt Aaron squeeze her hand. The expression on Sandy’s face changed only slightly as she listened, realizing this may not be about her messy room at all. Steven sat a little taller in his seat, giving her his full attention.
“It’s also something very… personal… but you are both adults now, and we want to treat you as such. I’m sure you have noticed that we have been going out a lot lately, and…” Maryanne had practiced this numerous times in her mind already, but the words were still a struggle. “You may have been curious about the late nights and… the nights we didn’t get back til morning…”
Steven glanced at Sandy and stifled a chuckle. Were they finally going to get answers to the questions his sister had been obsessing over for months?
Aaron interrupted his wife. “This is not easy for us to talk to you about. I doubt many parents would have this kind of conversation with their kids, but as your mom said, you are both young adults now, and we should be able to be honest with you, just as we want you to be honest with us.”
Sandy couldn’t help herself. “Well I know me and Stevie would sure appreciate you being honest with us, father, mother,” she said to each in turn.
Maryanne turned to her daughter. “Of course, Sandy. Going forward, no more lies. Just being honest with each other. We… We have…” Maryanne faltered. Aaron’s hand gave hers a squeeze under the table again, and with a smile she drew their hands up and placed them on top of the table, holding firmly. “We have been – exploring.” She let that last word hang in the air for a moment, until –
Aaron blurted out, “Sexually.” Both parents instantly flushed bright red in front of their children as the word escaped into the open.
Sandy’s eyes and mouth both opened wide. “Woah! What?! TMI. TMI!” She recoiled to the back of her chair dramatically.
“Sandy, please,” her mother almost pleaded. “I know you weren’t expecting to hear that from us, but – ”
Steven, unlike his sister, was still sitting casually, and interjected. “When you say – exploring sexually…?” he asked, without actually asking anything.
“First, its important you understand – you’re mother and I still love each other very much. Probably even more so, now.”
“Yes, absolutely,” Maryanne smiled, leaning over and kissing her husband on the lips. “But, we decided we wanted to try some new things…”
“Things that we couldn’t do on our own,” Aaron finished his wife’s sentence.
Sandy suddenly felt ill. Her head was swimming with confusion. Her mother was… was cheating on her dad? “You’re having sex with other men.” She looked directly at her mother. “You’re fucking other men!?”
Maryanne reacted instinctively, correcting her daughter. “Language, Sandy!”
Aaron tried to take the conversation back from Sandy. “Yes, but it’s not that – ”
Sandy loudly pushed her chair out from the table, yelled “You Slut!” at her mother with as much venom as she could, and ran from the room.
Maryanne sat, stunned. Aaron rose from his chair and put a hand on her shoulder. “I’ll go,” he said, and went after his daughter.
Maryanne quickly wiped a tear from her eye, before she turned back to Steven with a wry smile. “That could have gone better…” she said to her son. “Are you okay, Steven? I know this was a huge bombshell for us to drop on you.”
Her son held up his hands. “If you and dad are happy, then I’m happy for you, mom.” He thought for a moment, before adding with a cheeky grin. “So long as you’re playing safe, cos – if it’s not on, its not on – right mom?”
Maryanne blushed even redder, knowing the answer to that particular question, and ignoring it.
His mother’s silence left Steven to ponder its meaning, before he offered, “It’s just – you know Sandy – she knew that you and dad were up to something for months. She hated not knowing – shes such a control freak.” Steven sighed.
Maryanne frowned at her son. “I’m sorry Steven, I knew she would be curious, but didn’t think she would be this upset.”
“You sure shocked her with this,” he chuckled. “Me too,” he added, and accepted his mom’s hand across the table.
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Sandy was laying on her bed, her face in her pillow. Aaron sat on the bed next to her. “You owe your mom an apology, young lady.”
“She’s fucking other men, and I owe her the apology?” Sandy practically spat into her pillow.
“Sandy, you’re being childish. And, you need to understand the situation before you call your mother names.” Aaron looked down at the back of his daughter’s head, before he drew another deep breath. “There’s an expression in this lifestyle… It’s not cheating if your partner is encouraging you… This wasn’t your mom’s idea, not by a long shot.” He saw his daughter’s eyes peep out from the pillow.
“What? You wanted her to…?” the teen’s voice trailed off as she quietly contemplated the concept that her father had wanted to see her mother have sex – with another man.
Aaron shifted on the bed. “Things were so uncertain with COVID… we lost people we cared about, and – it got me thinking about things. About a lot of things.”
Sandy emerged fully from her pillow. “You mean like when you updated your wills, and tried to teach me about the importance of a 401k and stuff?”
Aaron nodded. “That is important. But… so is being happy in your life, and… hey I have two great kids and a job I enjoy, but – your mom and I… sweetie, I know this isn’t your problem, but – our sex life was broken; it had been for a really long time…”
Sandy avoided her dad’s eyes as she again heard him talk about his sex life. Still looking away, she muttered “I’ve heard you and mom, sometimes…” and nodded her head toward the common wall between their bedrooms.
A nervous chuckle slipped past Aaron’s lips. “Yes, these walls are pretty thin, huh.”
“Why do you think Steven’s always got those headphones on late at night – so you don’t hear him listening to porn.” Sandy said without thinking.
Aaron really laughed this time. “Yeah – like we don’t know, right?” He gave his daughter a smile, before letting it mellow. “But hon, your mom and me, we weren’t happy – in the bedroom. We’ve never really been a great ‘fit’. And that’s not her fault, not my fault… We talked about what we really wanted, and agreed to work together to find a solution…”
Sitting up, Sandy finally fully gave her father her eyes. “A solution with other people?”
“Well, a few different, other people at first, but, then this couple…”
“A couple of other people?” Sandy tried to understand.
“No. A married couple. Sweetie,” Aaron took Sandy’s hand, “Please come back, let your mom and I finish talking to you and your brother. Come on… Be brave for me. And – apologize to your mother. She is not a… slut.”
The pause as the last word left his lips was almost palpable as Aaron’s own mind argued that particular point.
When Aaron walked back into the room with Sandy following sheepishly behind, Maryanne and Steven went quiet. Sandy walked over to her mother, but couldn’t look her in the eyes. “I’m sorry,” she proffered simply, and gave her mother a brief kiss on her cheek, before rushing back to her seat. Maryanne knew she would need to have a one-on-one conversation with her daughter later, but accepted the apology for now.
Aaron whispered “We’re good,” nodding his head toward their daughter.
Under the table, Steven poked his sister’s thigh. Sandy glanced down and saw her brother’s hand, and took it in hers, feeling him squeeze her to show his support.
“Have you mentioned Ma-…” Aaron quietly asked his wife. Maryanne gave her husband a small shake of her head.
Maryanne took another deep breath. “Your father and I met a couple, last year. They are a bit older than us. Their names are Nathan and Erin. The weekend we said we were going to the Pink concert – when you were upset because we didn’t get you tickets as well – we actually met Master and Mistress for the first time.”
Both of the siblings mouths fell open hearing their mother’s confession.
Continuing before they could interject, Maryanne added, “We had a really good time with them, and they liked us too, so we’ve been spending a lot of time with them. But, they live nearly an hour away, so sometimes we meet at a motel in the middle, and sometimes we go to their place, and sometimes… if we’ve ahh – managed to convince the pair of you to stay at a friends house – we’ve even had them visit us here.”
The stream of information was ticking boxes in Sandy’s head. All those questions answered, but now giving way to so many new questions. She felt her brother tighten his grip on her hand as he studied her worried face.
Sandy slowly asked the biggest question on her mind. “Are you going to get a divorce..?
Almost in unison her parents replied “No!”.
Aaron put his hand out again across the table, and this time his daughter took it, her chin trembling slightly. Steven still held his sister’s other hand under the table. “It’s like I said. Before, things were broken, but now – we’re both happy.”
Maryanne smiled with flushed cheeks, “Now it’s amazing, and it’s all because of your father.”
Steven had been sitting quietly, absorbing what his parents were saying, worrying about his sister, but now had his own question. “Why are you telling us all this, now?”
His parents gave each other another nervous glance.
Aaron took the lead. “On Friday night, Master and Mistress are coming over and staying for the weekend. We know the two of you don’t currently have plans. If you don’t want to meet them, you can always arrange to visit a friend. Otherwise, you can stay home and meet them.”
Sandy didn’t let it go a second time. “You said that again – ‘Master and Mistress’. Do you mean…” her voice faltered, but her face said it all.
Biting her lip, Maryanne nodded her head but couldn’t find any words.
“Like – Christian Grey?” Sandy continued.
Maryanne was a little surprised to hear her daughter mention that name specifically. “Yes Sandy, like 50 Shades of Grey… but – less whipping!” She promptly turned bright red, as did Aaron, as they both felt a rush of societal shame at the admission.
“Wow…!” cooed Steven in surprise. “So, you’re both submissive?”
For another moment neither of his parents could find any words.
“Even you, mom?” he asked quizzically, which wasn’t lost on his father – Aaron’s own son was not surprised that he was a submissive – just that his mother could be.
“Sorry,” he apologized, seeing their embarrassment.
“It’s okay, son.” Aaron finally found his voice, though his face remained red. “Yes, we are both submissive to Master Nathan and Mistress Erin. And… that will mean that if you do choose to stay and meet them – you have to understand that you will see us doing – things.”
“Ewwww! Mom! Dad!” Sandy shrieked at the thought of her parents being sexual in front of her with these strangers!
Maryanne couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a little of the tension break. “No Sandy! THAT stuff will be in the bedroom. But… being submissive isn’t just about sex.”
“So you’ll still have your clothes on – and – they will have their clothes on too?” their daughter sought clarification.
“Yes,” stated Aaron. “We just want to make being with Master and Mistress a bigger part of our lives. We were expecting you both to go off to college, but then you decided to stay local and keep living at home, and that’s fine, but – well we talked with Master and Mistress and they suggested that they should meet you both and we could work out how to make this work better.”
Sandy closed her eyes for a moment, processing the family meeting’s revelations, before she slowly stood back up. “Okay, can we call this meeting to a close and just… I’ve got a 2,000 word essay to write… a messy room and… This Friday?”
Maryanne smiled at her daughter. “Yes hon, this Friday.”
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Later that evening Sandy was laying on her bed, staring at her Instagram feed on her laptop, but not absorbing anything. The events of the family meeting kept going round and round in her head, not to mention her father’s heart-to-heart. She had more questions now than ever. Were her parents swingers? Was her dad having sex with – “Mistress” – or was it just her mom having sex with “Master”? Was her father really that bad in bed – was that why her mom was suddenly now so happy? What did her mom mean by less whippings? Her mind wouldn’t stop.
Opening a new window on her laptop, Sandy started googling. She had been viewing pornographic sites for a few years – when the “mood” took her – but she had mostly kept to pretty tame websites. It was one of her friends who had convinced her to watch 50 Shades of Grey on a sleepover, and she had mostly spent the night with a pillow over her face. As soon as she started searching some of the new terms inspired by her parents revelation, a bunch of sites started popping up that were clearly a lot more intense than what she had seen before.
Just as she started to disappear down the rabbit hole, a knock at her door saw her slam the laptop shut. “Yes?” Sandy called out, and sat up a little as her dad entered her room, carefully picking his footfalls through the dirty clothes to her bed.
“Are you okay, sweetie?” Aaron asked his baby girl.
Sandy curled her lip. “It’s just a lot to process, dad…”
Aaron pulled Sandy into a hug, and was relieved when she put her arms around him. Sandy felt however as though her father was keeping a little distance between them.
“I know, I know. Just remember we both love you, and your brother, and always will.”
Aaron kissed his daughter on the forehead and said goodnight.
Sandy re-opened the laptop and resumed her inquiries before again slamming the screen shut as her mother knocked once and walked into her room. “You could like, at least pause before you walk in, mom. I could have been in here masturbating or anything,” Sandy quipped snidely.
Maryanne walked straight over top of Sandy’s clothes, and sat next to her. “Then I hope you cleaned that dildo I bought for you; it was sitting on the floor the other day,” Maryanne replied with an innocent smile.
“Mom!” Sandy blushed and quickly conceded the war of words that she’d started, checking the bedroom open door and hoping her dad and brother were not in earshot. The arrival of the dildo into Sandy’s life had been completely unexpected, especially coming from her mother, but had quickly become very welcome.
Maryanne clearly wanted to say something, ask something, but in the end all she could manage was to ask her daughter if she was okay, and then told her not to stay up too late, before giving her a kiss goodnight.
As soon as the door was closed, Sandy went back to her laptop. For a while she scrolled through a plethora of sex sites, sometimes gasping in shock at the descriptions and images, sometimes hurriedly closing windows in fright at what she had seen, as she tried to learn more about what it was that her parents were exploring, based on the limited information they had offered. Imagines of people clad in leather, PVC, or in nothing but ropes and chains seemed a common theme. Bare red bottoms, or worse – bottoms bearing harsh red marks and even welts – shocked Sandy’s rather innocent mind. When a third knock came at her door, she cursed under her breath. “For fuck’s sake! Yes what now?!” she yelled as she again hurried slammed her laptop shut. This time, Steven entered her room.
“Hey sis,” he said as he wandered casually over and lay himself across her bed on his side.
Sandy sat up and apologized, before lying about trying to do her homework, but everyone was interrupting her. As she moved into a cross-legged position facing her brother, Sandy received another little surprise. Perusing all of those sex sites had left her feeling more than a little aroused. Her nipples were poking against her pyjama top, and sitting as she now was, she could feel that the fabric of her cotton boxer bottoms was clearly damp against her privates. She instinctively pulled her pillow onto her lap as Steven asked the question of the night – was she okay?
“Everyone wants to know if I’m okay tonight! I don’t know if I’m okay! I just found out my parents are fucking other people! That’s a lot of not okay, I think?!”
Steven smiled at his sister, the infuriating smile he did when she was exasperated.
“You can stop that, too!” Sandy snarled briefly, but then gave her brother a grin and threw the pillow at him.
Steven threw it back at her, and then asked the million dollar question. “So… have you thought about it, yet? Are you going to stay home this weekend?”
“I don’t know,” Sandy replied with a shrug. “What do you think they meant by – we’ll see things?”
This time Steven shrugged.
“Are you going to stay?” Sandy returned the question.
Her brother paused for a moment. “I’m thinking about it… I mean – by the sounds of it mom and dad want these people to be in their life, so we’re going to meet them sooner later, right? May as well get it over with.”
Sandy’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh god… I hadn’t really thought…. this wont be a one time thing, will it?”
“That Pink concert was what – nearly a year ago?” Steven pondered.
Sandy changed the subject. “Do you think… I mean… I know you haven’t had sex, but if you had a girlfriend, would you want her to be having sex with another guy?”
Steven laughed. “Yeah, cos you’re having sex all over the place, Little Miss Virgin. I don’t know. I don’t think so? But – if it works for mom and dad…”
“I wouldn’t want my boyfriend having sex with anyone but me!” Sandy thought out loud. “And I wouldn’t want to have sex with a bunch of other people…” Sandy looked at her brother as he clearly contemplated that concept himself and smiled. She threw the pillow back at him. “Pervert!”
Steven caught the pillow, and gave his sister a wink, before adopting a more sombre expression.
“You really shouldn’t have slut-shamed mom.”
Sandy frowned. “I know… it just came out. You know what I’m like. All mouth. I’ll apologize properly, I promise,” she said as she crossed her heart with her finger.
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Maryanne was sitting in her bed, covers pulled up, with her laptop on her lap. In the bathroom Aaron was in the shower.
slave m
yes, Master, she seems to be ok now. i still can’t believe she called me a slut.
Master Nathan
This was a big shock for her. you are her mom, she has spent the past few years since puberty trying not to think of you or her father as sexual beings, and she has grown up in a very Christian-centric culture. Remember how you felt before you met me.
slave m
lol yes Master, You are right, as always.
Master Nathan
I’m very proud of you both for having this conversation with them. I know it was very difficult. Is slave aaron still in the shower?
slave m
Yes Master he is.
Master Nathan
When he gets out he is to lick you for 10 minutes, but no orgasm.
slave m
Yes, Master. i understand.
“Mom?” Sandy walked quietly into the room, making her mother startle and slam the laptop closed. “Can we talk?”
Maryanne moved the laptop aside and sat up a little, the tops of her breasts clearly showing that she was at least topless under the covers. “Of course, Sandy.” She patted the bed next to her. Sandy perched herself next to her mom. It was not a surprise to her that her mother was naked under the sheet. She knew that of all of her family, she was the only person who still slept in pyjamas. Her parents always kept robes by the bed that they could easily put on if needed, and her brother pretended to sleep in boxers, but they were usually on the floor if she was ever sent in to wake him up in the morning.
“I’m sorry I called you a slut, mom.” Sandy spoke sincerely to her mother. “I just… I wasn’t expecting… and…”
“I want you to understand, really understand how much I love your father, Sandy. I know you were thinking that I was being some horrible cheating – slut – but it isn’t like that…” Maryanne tried to explain.
“What is it like…?” came Sandy’s timid reply.
Maryanne put her hand on her daughter’s cheek. “It’s different to anything I’d known; its fun and exciting, and it feels amazing.”
“That’s all very vague mom,” Sandy gave her mother a little smile.
“Do you want details – ”
“No!” Sandy exclaimed, before chewing her lip. “Maybe? No! Probably not.”
“Have you thought about whether you are going to stay home on the weekend?” Maryanne hesitantly asked her daughter.
Sandy looked at the floor. “I talked with Steven… We… we decided we would stay.”
Maryanne’s face broke into a broad smile. “I’m so pleased to hear that, sweetie. I was hoping you would both agree to meet Master and Mistress.”
As they were talking Aaron had exited the shower. Upon hearing his daughter’s voice, he quickly grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist, and another to dry himself. He emerged from the bathroom and sat a little awkwardly on the bed, making sure his towel did not fall. Sandy couldn’t help but find it a little odd. Just as she knew her family all slept naked, it also was not super unusual for “nuddie runs” at shower time. It made her realize that this wasn’t the first time in recent memory that her dad had avoided being seen naked…
Sandy kissed her mom good night for a second time, went round to her father’s side of the bed and kissed him, too, before leaving the room.
Maryanne had her laptop open as soon as the door was closed.
slave m
Master! The kids are going to stay home!
Master Nathan
Excellent! We’re both so pleased that we will finally get to meet them.
slave m
Sandy just apologized for what she said, too.
Master Nathan
See, I told you you had raised two good kids.
slave m
Thank-you, Master. goodnight. xxx
Maryanne looked at Aaron, who had finally ditched his towel and gotten under the covers. “Now get down there and lick my cunt!” she grinned, pulling at her husband eagerly. Aaron couldn’t help but smile at the new confidence and forwardness of his horny wife. As he settled in under the covers between his wife’s legs, he could already smell her aroma before his face was even close to her pussy. Talking to Master always made Maryanne wet, and tonight she seemed extra excited.
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